DaBaby, YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Neighborhood Superstar Lyrics

(Leor, light it up)

She like baby blue like she from Carolina
Ain't foldin' under pressure, so I had to buy her diamonds
Ain't talk 'bout shit on waist, but tell 'em, "They don't want my problems now"
We gon' double back, jump out with straps, run down and pop 'em, slime

Ain't goin' for shit
I do too much, you can ask my mama
I be on everything (everything)
She be like, "Baby, just chill", uh
I be like, "Baby, shit real"
I looked in your eyes, you looked at the floor
So I'm tryna know what you know, what's the deal? (Fuck goin' on)
What's goin' on? Nigga, do we got a problem?
Uppin' on every car that pull beside me

Leavin' they project full of bodies
I turn that beat to plenty homis
Soon as he come out then we got 'em
We gon' drop 'em, bitch
I'm full of pills, I'm sorry mama
Them niggas slang that fire and Molly, pop it
I can't squash it, it's a must, you know I gotta
I been with that shit, they know that
Got Ms, been bleedin' before that
5k, nigga, check my coat tag
Slip once, leave a bitch with a toe tag
Drive fast, no plate on the Maybach
Trap house where they stash them plates at
Goyard, where I tuck my Drac' at
Stick who? Nigga, know I don't play that

Let's go
Stay out the way with them cameras
"I just seen Baby pull up in a Phantom
Almost hit me, nigga hopped out with a thick bitch (yeah)
Must be from Atlanta"
Fuck that, they ain't see I hopped out with that blammer
They ain't know I got in with the stick on me
They don't know that this bitch right here bulletproof (let's go)
I can't wait for a nigga to hit it (let's go)
I really be cool as a bitch but get rude as a bitch
If I get the wrong energy (yeah)
They know I'll put a ho out if I love her or not
To protect my lil' energy
Maybe shit, Baby too real for the industry

Or maybe they know they never can get to me
Know that they know they never can finish me
Let off my Glizzy, I'm feelin' a symphony, yeah
I'm in a 'Burban and I got it on me
Three hundred thousand, just me and my homie
Lurkin', we loaded all the way until the mornin'
Get a bad lil' bitch so I can bone her
Nawf 38, posted on that corner
Waitin' for opps and duckin' cops
.30 on my hip and under papa house I got a hundred shots
Niggas spin on his block, on Dump don't stop
I can bet his car get chopped
Let me hit from the back, say, "Top"
Come out, turn around, then let her get on top
Got millions, still invest in blocks
We get 'em, never through the mail
The spot be jumpin' like some shocks
No Jigga, get it on for real
Ain't done with that ass, they get done for real
Let 'em talk that shit while on them pills
Turn down as soon he feel this steel
Nigga, know we do this shit, for real
Tryna fight, by night his top get peeled
In the car by one, by two, he killed
By four I booked and flew the jet
On the way LA while on a Lear
She on me bad, so what it is?
Grip her body, know I got it
Take her home and beat her body
I be diggin' all inside it
Suicidal Kamikaze
Pussy shit, I don't acknowledge
Jump out, runnin' from them choppas
Tried to hide and then they caught me, gang
I leave a stain, all you hear is, "Bang, bang"
Bitch, lay down, I run that gang
They know I'm the murder man
Don't come around, nigga you frowned
Fuck around? It's gon' go down
Equip that shit, it ain't a sound
Left nine bodies in the town

I left my bitch and got somethin' new
Left her too, bitch I'm a hound
Ready to bite me a nigga (I'm a dog)
I really don't like that lil' nigga (Baby)
Ooh, he a icy lil' nigga (Go)
I'm in this bitch with that stick, popping shit
I'ma pull that bitch out before I fight me a nigga (boom, boom)
I'm on vacation, I can't get my hands on a banger
I fuck around, knife me a nigga
I fuck around, poke me a nigga
I fuck around, choke me a nigga
I fuck around, take me a lil' nigga ho (yeah)
Put dick in her face, make her beatbox (go)
Ain't seen a thing hotter since he popped
Fuck that, four five, got it on de-cock

On that bullshit you niggas think that you on (let's go)
Fuck around and get spanked for a song (spank)
Fuck around and get spinned for a diss (spinned)
You gon' let that comment get you killed (yeah, bitch)
Every day, tryna stay out the way
Still adjusting to fame in this industry shit
Send a sh and I pay for the shit
I go in your shit, make you pay for that lip (keep goin')
Neighborhood superstar, throwing weed in the car
They like, "Boy, you can't pay for that zip" (keep goin')
They like, "Nigga we ain't charging you shit" (keep goin')
Baby put on for Charlotte, he lit (yeah)
Got a cold-blooded killer in the car behind me
With a body and a stock on the side of his stick (boom, boom)
I was thinkin' 'bout a body, can't forget about the last two
He add another homi' to the list
On the daily, got two of them bitches
This one a semi, this one a switch
Doing my dance in here, thuggin', yeah
He hatin' for free, the nigga's a bitch
I'm in here with Nina Simone
I made her top fast, gave her some tits
Pullin' her hair 'til she stutter, yeah
Fuckin' on her with no rubber, yeah

She like baby blue like she from Carolina
Ain't foldin' under pressure, so I had to buy her diamonds
Ain't talk 'bout shit on waist, but tell 'em, "They don't want my problems now"
We gon' double back, jump out with straps, run down and pop 'em, slime

Ain't goin' for shit
I do too much, you can ask my mama
I be on everything
She be like, "Baby, just chill", uh
I be like, "Baby, shit real"
I looked in your eyes, you looked at the floor
So I'm tryna know what you know, what's the deal? Yeah
What's goin' on? Nigga, do we got a problem?
Uppin' on every car that pull beside me