Letra de Neighborhood Superstar - DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

(Leor, light it up)

She like Baby blue like she from Carolina

Ain't folding 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, but you looked at the floor, so I'm tryna know what you know, what's the deal? (What's goin' on?)

Yeah, 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 him, we gon' drop him, bitch

I'm full of pills, I'm sorry, mama

Them niggas slang that fire at my lil' partners

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

Five K, nigga, check my coat tag

Slip once, leave the 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 the 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 that they never could get to me

Know that they know that they never could 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 'til the morning

Get a bad lil' bitch so I could bone her

Nawf 38, posted on that corner

Waitin' for opps and duckin' cops

Thirty on my hip and under papa house I got a hundred shots

Nigga spin on his block, on Dump, don't stop, I could 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

I ain't done, what it is? It get dumb 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

Try 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 choppers

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, leave you frowned

Fuck around, it's gon' go down

Equip that shit, it ain't a sound

Left nine bodies in the town

Yeah, I left my bitch and got somethin' new, left her too, bitch, I'm a hound (Rawr, rawr)

Ready to bite me a nigga (I'm a dog)

I really don't like that lil' nigga

Baby, ooh, he an icy lil' nigga (Go)

I'm in this bitch with that stick, poppin' shit, I'ma pull that bitch out 'fore I fight me a nigga (Boom, boom)

I'm on vacation and can't get my hands on a banger, I fuck around, knife me a nigga

I fuck around, poke me a nigga (Uh)

I fuck around, choke me a nigga (Uh, bitch)

I fuck 'round and 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 (Get spanked)

Fuck around and get spinned for a diss (Get 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 (Yeah, nigga)

Send a— shh, and I'll pay for the shit

I go in your shit, make you pay for that lip (Keep going)

Neighborhood superstar, throwing weed in the car, they like, "Boy, you can't pay for that zip" (Keep going)

They like, "Nigga, we ain't charging you shit" (Keep going)

Baby put on for Charlotte, he lit (Yeah)

Like, cold blooded killer in the car behind me with a bot and it's stock on the side of his stick (Boom, boom)

Always thinking 'bout a body, can't forget about the last two, he add another homi' on the list

On that day, they got two of them bitches

This one a semi, this one a switch

Doing my dance in here thuggin', yeah, he hating for free, the nigga's a bitch

I'm in here with Nina Simone, I made her top fast, gave her some tits

Pulling her hair, then she stutter, yeah

Fucking on her with no rubber, yeah (Oh, yeah)

She like Baby blue like she from Carolina

Ain't folding 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, but you looked at the floor, so I'm tryna know what you know, what's the deal?

Yeah, nigga, do we got a problem?

Uppin' on every car that pull beside me

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