NBA Youngboy – House Arrest Tingz

Out Off the 21 tracks released by NBA Youngboy On His Newly Released Album Which He Titled ‘TOP’.

We Hopped Out This Wonderful Song Which Seems To Be The 18th Track On the Project and it’s titled “House Arrest Tingz”.


Listen up below!.


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(Drum Dummie)

(Drum Dummie made the beat and I’m gon’ kill it)

Oh, this Drum Dummie who made this beat, huh?

I ain’t flashin’, though

I’m just coolin’ right now

It ain’t nobody but me and Herm in the studio

And I’m just bored

And I hope y’all was waitin’ to hear from me, so

I just went and recorded


[Verse 1]

Real street nigga, I ain’t tryna feel no sorrow (No)

Drive that Maybach like a fuckin’ Monte Carlo

I been tryna find some peace and only God know (Yeah)

Cross me once, can’t call my phone, you get the dial tone

I been on fleek, I’m poppin’ (I’m poppin’)

Not many ’round, if you don’t know, it helped my pockets (My pockets)

And my bro take that Draco and go wildin’ (Bah, bah)

Tryna grow up, don’t come in contact with that violence

Violins should be played how I’m stylin’

Comment well, she like, “What picture?” That ain’t my bitch

Tired of the bayou, I wan’ take it out to New York

And live a high life like a nigga signed with Highbridge

I flash out and take his head from off his body

I never once showed you that side, but that’s who I’m is

Hidin’ out, I let that 30 spit on College

If I die right now, just check the stats and see how I did

I’m a real street nigga, yeah

I just pulled my ‘Retta out and tried to stop a nigga (Where you goin’?)

I just walked outside my house and almost shot a nigga (Fuck is you doin’?)

Fuck my ex, I hope my next can probably top her, nigga



Take me to a place I can’t imagine (Oh)

Victim of heartbreak and I’m so damaged (Oh)

Steppin’ in blood with these thugs and I can’t panic

Yeah, we knocked him off, nigga, what? They gotta hand it


[Verse 2]

I just took the floor, went on the block and took the top off

Talkin’ out his top, I go by Top, I get him knocked off

See them youngins hoppin’ out that Benz, that’s some dropouts

They was hatin’, I knocked ’em out my lens, that ain’t my fault

I’m with Herm, I’m drinkin’ on that Henn’ like a pawpaw

Pure codeine, they drinkin’ on that gin, I been goin’ off

Goin’ off on, on all these hoes waitin’ on me to fall

I walked in court dirty as the fuck with pee up in my drawers (Woo)

Bitch, I’m drunker than a fuck, I need some Tylenol

I go nuts, soon as you buck, I shoot at all of y’all (Bah, bah)

I left therapy with K3 and I sped off

Talkin’ proper as the fuck with my head off

Talkin’ proper as the fuck with my head off

Been goin’ crazy, but I can’t let my son see it all

All this love got me damaged, I just want it gone

If you my friend, let’s get it in, bitch, take your panties off