I Go By Youngboy And I Zip You Up Lyrics
I Go By Youngboy And I Zip You Up Song is sung by NBA YoungBoy. Immerse into the song’s mesmerizing lyrics, enriching your melodious music experience. Explore the verses that capture the essence of the melody, right here on our lyrics website.
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I Go By Youngboy And I Zip You Up Lyrics
Song Name: FREEDDAWG
Singer: NBA YoungBoy
(Drum Dummie)
(CashMoneyAP)
Aye, Free Choppa Boy
Aye, Free Choppa Boy, bi^ch
RIP Boosilla
(DJ Swift on the track)
RIP Big Dump
(Mook Got the keys jumpin’)
Slime in this pent, bi^ch
bi^ch, I got .45 Glocks and a knife in this bi^ch
I got cutters in the house, I got pounds in this bi^ch
I got hoes runnin’ in and out, slime in this bi^ch
I go by YoungBoy and I’ll zip you up from talking s
These n bi^ches and I know that they ain’t ’bout that s
‘Can’t come how I’m coming, I was a youngin’ when they tried that s
I been knockin’ n off, they never knew it was gonna come to this
bi^ch, I’ve been on some rider s (Let’s go)
I’ll leave ’em dead, got the whole city mad, I zip that boy ’bout what he said
You can stunt like you mad, I put a bag on top of your head (What up)
I was up in the Parish, slept with pink pairs under my bed
‘Cause bi^ch I’m tryna flex something
Do something with all y’all
Soon as we get up on the wall, with my younging, punch his head off
Little bi^ch, I’m out the North Side
I’m bustin’, I won’t stand down
I’ll put the bi^ch up in a casket, fu^k up your headstone
Them n used to run the city
Won’t even claim that bi^ch
Don’t say nothin’ ’cause the s ain’t serious
Don’t make me tame that s
These youngins runnin’ with me with it
They on some dangerous s
Bust and put two in your fitted
I call that ‘gang assist’
Rolling I just popped one
Tryna body-bag and zip something, yeah
Pants hangin’ off my as , Glock on my side with a green flag
Talkin’ reckless, caught him slippin’, went to bustin’, did him bad
Soon as swerve we bend a curb, don’t do no talkin’, that’s your as
I ain’t got no chill, I’m tryna send a bi^ch to Winnfield
Had to show the p^^sy bi^ch I’ve been that
And bi^ch, I’m still is
I pull up, make a n get back, like what the deal is?
All these p^^sy bi^ches choosin’ sides like they don’t know ‘real’
Mm, come on, bi^ch uh-uh, let me go, yeah, yeah, bi^ch
I’ll do somethin’ with ya, and I’ll b^^g it out with ya, hoe as n
Let’s do it, look
Do what you do, I put you on the news, bi^ch, we could fight or shoot
bi^ch, I know these n know it’s murder when I’m comin’ through
bi^ch, I always win, I never lose, we gon’ fu^k over you
You become a victim of the chopper, put ’em on the news (Huh)
