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NBA Youngboy – The Last Backyard

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 3rd Track On the Project and it’s titled “The Last Backyard”.

 

Listen up below!.

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Nba youngboy the last backyard lyrics

[Intro]

(Who made this shit?)

(TayTay made the beat)

XO, yeah

Ayy, tell me when you ready

 

[Verse 1]

I ain’t lettin’ ’em talk how they wanna

Kill ’em, they try to play me

Hustlin’, got plenty paper

Try to take it, I’m gon’ knock somethin’ off

Smokin’ on paper, keepin’ my mind on murder

Fuck dissin’, we tryna catch the bitch in person

That’s when it goes down

Ain’t no pick and choose

We don’t ever lose, we known to break the rules

Put that stick on dude

Now them niggas screamin’ they gon’ stretch me too

Blow his mind soon as that bitch go boom

Life designed, we don’t leave no clues

You want my name, I want your hat

So what the fuck you wanna do?

 

[Chorus]

Ooh

I’m puttin’ ’em straight on the news

Them choppers screamin’ like ooh

I’m puttin’ ’em straight on the news, yeah

 

[Verse 2]

Niggas hatin’, even got the police tryna stop him

He ran his mouth ’bout Top ‘nem

Got the drop and then we popped him

Should be glad that you’re not him

In my Rolls-Royce ridin’ with no tint

Got them sticks on us like tree limbs

Big Glocks, big knots, they know him

We be ridin’ around on big rims

We be schemin’, tryna zip him and all the rest

Shawty hangin’ ’round a bitch ‘nem, we gon’ put ’em all to rest

Them hoes gon’ follow checks

I’m really ballin’, what I got, buy all again

Backyardigans

 

[Chorus]

Ooh

I’m puttin’ ’em straight on the news

Them choppers screamin’ like ooh

I’m puttin’ ’em straight on the news, yeah (Look)

 

[Verse 3]

Drivin’ fast, can’t get a pass, you crash, nigga

Cross the line, we gon’ bust his ass, we gon’ do ’em bad, leave ’em smashed, nigga

Ridin’ around with these chains on, got my pockets filled with that bag, nigga

Fuck all these hoes, then I send ’em home, and I finish flexin’ while you’re mad, nigga

When I up, release the whole mag, nigga (I mean that)

Them boys been hoes at all

They tend to slum it down and they won’t stop

They mad I don’t be tryin’ and I’m hot (And I’m hot)

Buy that Bentley, then I buy another car

I have ’em wonderin’ how I done got all this money, what the fuck?

Got a watch on both my arms when they see me pullin’ up

Got all these youngins with me armed, nigga, we don’t give a fuck

It go down, shoot it up

We bust and leave a nigga stuck

Run with the crowd, catch up with us (Who made this shit?)

 

[Chorus]

Ooh (TayTay made the beat)

I’m puttin’ ’em straight on the news

Them choppers screamin’ like ooh

I’m puttin’ ’em straight on the news, yeah

 

[Outro]

Ooh (Backyardigans)

I put a bitch on the news (Backyardigans)

Ooh (Backyardigans)

Ooh (Backyardigans)

Niggas hatin’, even got the police tryna stop him (Who made this shit?)

He ran his mouth ’bout Top ‘nem (TayTay made the beat)

Got the drop and then we popped him

Should be glad that you’re not him

In my Rolls-Royce ridin’ with no tint

Got them sticks on us like tree limbs

Big Glocks, big knots, they know him

We be ridin’ around on big rims

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