Songtext zu 'My Bobo (feat. Herm Tha Sheep)' von YoungBoy Never Broke Again (NBA YoungBoy)

(Berge always flexin')
Fuck it, let's do it
Uh, uh, uh
Now, hold on
Baow, hold on
Look, light that dope Bobo
I'm here with Herm, nigga, yeah
(Say, Hit, this that raw shit, yeah)
Baow, baow, man
Yeah, nigga
Look, huh
Bitch, I'm in here with my Bobo

.45 hold thirty, diamonds from my head to toes
Yeah, bitch, you already know I'm out my fuckin' mind
In the streets we get you bitch sittin' at the jail
But get you hit, you pussy niggas don't exist, you best respect my mind
You know Herm with that shit, he keep a stick to get you hit
I'm right behind, he get back up, watch how I walk him down
Threw that boy a .30, Bobo
I'ma do him cool
Just tell me when you caught that lil' bitch, I just wan' watch the news
Watch the news, pussy boys got blues, they can't fuck with us
It ain't no cluеs, tape him by my shoes, ain't no catchin' us (Baow)
I could tell you how I fuckеd him up (Baow)
I could tell you how I sprayed the truck (Baow-baow)
I could tell you how that chopper got one drinkin' out a straw
Under that B frontin' your boy, now he owe me one
And I'ma show you somethin'
I catch a opp, OP, I make him bleed, that's how we bomin'
One .223, I catch him bad and kill him front his mama
Bro, can you please tell these people they don't want no fuckin' problems?

Baow-baow, huh, huh
Nigga, look
Bitch, I'm in here with my Bobo
What we on in here? Bitch, we in here on that Paw-Paw
Bitch, yeah huh, huh, look

You niggas pussy and don't want no problems
I keep that chopper at you, I'll pop it, uh-huh
I be thuggin', YoungBoy, I be wildin' (Ooh)
I'm out my body, make me pop you in your noggin, look (Ooh)
Shit, bitch, let the Glock choose
It's me or you, whoever die, first one put them tears inside your body eye
North, I know you heard about that side
Pussy boy spin you 'round, you won't make it out

Dump shit, bitch
I'm gangster, nigga
Bobo, you already know I'm out my body
The bitch don't wanna fuck with us, man
You don't cut up like me
Ol' bitch, you know—, bitch, you know who, shit that grab the shovel
I'ma show you
I'm fifteen bodies up, tell 'em fuck with us
Nigga, get your head bust, I'm tryna cut you up
Got a knife on top that chopper and it'll slice ya up
Pussy, he don't want no problem, don't wan' do nothin' with us

Baow-baow, bitch, I be Bobo
Baow-baow, bitch, I be Bobo
Baow-baow, bitch, that's my Bobo
And I could tell you how he laid 'bout five down with that pole