NBA YoungBoy – Fresh Prince Of Utah Lyrics

Fresh Prince Of Utah Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy

Bow-wow
Hold up, yeah, yeah
Top, Top
Uh, uh

It’s a parade inside my city, yeah
Ass shakin’, givin’ head
Ain’t no county product of the feds
Flag green, the cutters red
Now watch, I cut up like Sherhonda, yeah
I’m in this bitch, who want me dead?
Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah
Nah bitch, I’m loaded feelin’ myself
Right now, I’m not myself, I’m turnt up, got that iron in hand
Yeah, I got it right by my belt
Them niggas plan on poppin’ him, they know that he don’t like them

This is a story all about how
A pistol totin’ kid named YoungBoy grew up in the north
Whole life in war, he got some money then he moved to Utah
But still ain’t stop from the top the mountain, he skippin’, knockin’ shit out, bitch
Still with the clique, he know for shit, we don’t switch
I put this ho inside the trench, she tried to dump bitch, yeah
[?] loco with some Hennessy on drunk shit
Spray the whole crowd, I’m usin’ my aim so don’t try me, I assist
Perc’ 30, bro brought Roxies
Bought all the dirty rockies
My show, the week [?]
Got your bitch, don’t know where I been
Pray that my city cleanin’ murder cases
City players, outside prayin’
Hold up, think I see the pill man, I’m finna run off Xans
Uh, you know I like to dance, stopped and watch me give it, yeah
Shawty [?] leavin’ [?], she wanna have my extra leg
Hollow tips stuffed in the head
Cock it, pop this bitch, no stoppin’
I’m locked in, I count Ms, I spend about a thousand, yeah

Uh, uh
It’s a parade inside my city, yeah
Ass shakin’, givin’ head
Ain’t no county product of the feds
Flag green, the cutters red
Now watch, I cut up like Sherhonda, yeah
I’m in this bitch, who want me dead?
Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah
Nah bitch, I’m loaded feelin’ myself
Right now, I’m not myself, I’m turnt up, got that iron in hand
Yeah, I got it right by my belt
Them niggas plan on poppin’ him, they know that he don’t like them

You don’t wan’ fuck with me, Slimeball so [?]
Girl, your plates off UC, we’ll bang it out at the county call
Ten got three hoes, and bottom back from Valero
And FaceTime me on my phone, and let me watch while you take ’em down
Uh, you know I need a rachet bitch that be on rachet shit, with saggy tits
Fuck baggin’ bitches, I don’t need them ones, I don’t give one fuck, I’m thuggin’
I love them hoes from out that north, know them hoes out that north, they love me
[?], mm-hm-mm-hm (Get down)
Nigga tried to bust
Tried to get my shake back, know I’m rachet
Tried to get my shake back by my cousin, nigga
Huh, the fuck you mean?
Double cup muddy, movin’, slash
Saw me on [?], me and buster in the Cutlass, nigga

Uh, uh
It’s a parade inside my city, yeah
Ass shakin’, givin’ head
Ain’t no county product of the feds
Flag green, the cutters red
Now watch, I cut up like Sherhonda, yeah
I’m in this bitch, who want me dead?
Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah
Nah bitch, I’m loaded feelin’ myself
Right now, I’m not myself, I’m turnt up, got that iron in hand
Yeah, I got it right by my belt
Them niggas plan on poppin’ him, they know that he don’t like them