12/29/2025
πΆ NBA YoungBoy πΆ
Bad Morning Lyrics
(I need to talk to Mike Laury
Yeah, you got Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flex)
(Winning lottery numbers coming up)
I can't quit at all, at all
I ain't hurt (I ain't hurt, n***a) at all, at all
On my soul, at all, at all
Stay the same as my pain grow, ridin' 'round with my bros (This is the sound)
Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go
Ten M's up, n***a, let's go
He a dreadhead, mhm, my bro leave him dead in front that store
On three different drugs tryna take away my pain, but it's still gon' flow
Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans, but he still can't cope
On the highway, out the window, do somethin'
Need it my way, bam, bam, shoot somethin'
He a head hunter rude boy, trust nothin'
She got a nice round bum, but can't paint her nails
Do a hit real sick, it be cold the whole summer
I can't figure how she comin', I'ma give her to my mama
Any minute, I'ma cut a n***a, knowin' I'ma slime him
Everything goin' bad, you can trust him, still time him
Ni**as steady rappin', we be shootin' at the bitch
Sound of the stick goin' boom when it hit
Sound of the smoke, real loud when it's lit
Still let it off with a crowd in the midst
Black card, matte stick, I'm it
Don't pick die if you try one trick
Right gang, but she say, "Wrong bitch"
Young rich n***a, he done took a wrong fix
Overdose, can't shake back, no
Harbor freight, get the jack from the store
White trace, that's a whole lotta snow
Ridin' by my Kirk with a .30 and a pole
With a young bitch, she don't want me, it's vivid
But I don't need her hand when I'm runnin' up Benji's
Real deal business, this real Blood business
Really spill those, dead bodies in the trenches
Real slime, that was my partner for a minute
Contract from my brother when them hollows got up in it
Dodgin' bullets in the car when them shottas sent the men
All praise to Allah, one was dead in less than sixty
We gon' burn 'em for real, leave 'em dead if he miss
Shooter aim when you shot at them, f**k with my bodies
I'ma