About the song: I Go By Youngboy And I Zip You Up Lyrics is written and sung by NBA YoungBoy. The title of the song is FREEDDAWG.
I Go By Youngboy And I Zip You Up Lyrics
(Drum Dummie)
(CashMoneyAP)
Aye, Free Choppa Boy
Aye, Free Choppa Boy, bi^ch
RIP Boosilla
(DJ Swift on the track)
RIP Big Dump
(Mook Got the keys jumpin’)
Slime in this pent, bi^ch
bi^ch, I got .45 Glocks and a knife in this bi^ch
I got cutters in the house, I got pounds in this bi^ch
I got hoes runnin’ in and out, slime in this bi^ch
I go by YoungBoy and I’ll zip you up from talking shit
These niggas bi^ches and I know that they ain’t ’bout that shit
‘Can’t come how I’m coming, I was a youngin’ when they tried that shit
I been knockin’ niggas off, they never knew it was gonna come to this
bi^ch, I’ve been on some rider shit (Let’s go)
I’ll leave ’em dead, got the whole city mad, I zip that boy ’bout what he said
You can stunt like you mad, I put a bag on top of your head (What up)
I was up in the Parish, slept with pink pairs under my bed
‘Cause bi^ch I’m tryna flex something
Do something with all y’all
Soon as we get up on the wall, with my younging, punch his head off
Little bi^ch, I’m out the North Side
I’m bustin’, I won’t stand down
I’ll put the bi^ch up in a casket, fu^k up your headstone
Them niggas used to run the city
Won’t even claim that bi^ch
Don’t say nothin’ ’cause the shit ain’t serious
Don’t make me tame that shit
These youngins runnin’ with me with it
They on some dangerous shit
Bust and put two in your fitted
I call that ‘gang assist’
Rolling I just popped one
Tryna body-bag and zip something, yeah
Pants hangin’ off my ass, Glock on my side with a green flag
Talkin’ reckless, caught him slippin’, went to bustin’, did him bad
Soon as swerve we bend a curb, don’t do no talkin’, that’s your ass
I ain’t got no chill, I’m tryna send a bi^ch to Winnfield
Had to show the pussy bi^ch I’ve been that
And bi^ch, I’m still is
I pull up, make a nigga get back, like what the deal is?
All these pussy bi^ches choosin’ sides like they don’t know ‘real’
Mm, come on, bi^ch uh-uh, let me go, yeah, yeah, bi^ch
I’ll do somethin’ with ya, and I’ll bang it out with ya, hoe ass nigga
Let’s do it, look
Do what you do, I put you on the news, bi^ch, we could fight or shoot
bi^ch, I know these niggas know it’s murder when I’m comin’ through
bi^ch, I always win, I never lose, we gon’ fu^k over you
You become a victim of the chopper, put ’em on the news (Huh)
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