[{"id":21648114,"name":"NBA YoungBoy - I Hate YoungBoy","trackName":"NBA YoungBoy - I Hate YoungBoy","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say, 10\nLet's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\nHorrid, run it up (Lil Top)\nFuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n\"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\nQuando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n\nClean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin let that chop blow\nAnd my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\nNigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\nHe called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\nPosted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\nPost about it, bitch, I got like thirty mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\nI'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\nWhy he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n\nMy daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\nUsed to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\nMama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\nThey know I'm on house arrest so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\nBitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\nFeds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\nBitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\nEvery nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\nSet 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\nKnow I keep that nine with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\nBaby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\nWant me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n\nAin't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\nYoungin bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\nHe get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\nI be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\nHe got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, bow, bow)\nHe got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\nSlidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\nPussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\nNigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\nI get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\nStarr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\nBoard the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' thrax\n\nWhere you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\nI don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (I'll bust at you)\nYour daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\nTell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\nAnd that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L,\" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\nTell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy,\" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\nLet me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\nStomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nFree Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\nWin or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\nDon't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\nI just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\nYou know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\nThey don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\nHear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\nFeel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n\nTell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\nThey be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\nYouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\nYou fuck with them, don't fuck with me, and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\nWhen I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\nChinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\nMama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (no! No!)\nSarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\nHold on, I ain't ra- I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\nI'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\nYou heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\nYoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\nI don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\nI be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (That be him)\nI be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (Ha)\nFuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\nHah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\nWe put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\nYou already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\nBitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n\nThem bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\nI guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\nThese bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\nThese fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n\nThey gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\nYou heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\nWe gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\nAnd I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\nYoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem?\nQuando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.56] Say, 10\n[00:04.42] Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n[00:06.75] Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n[00:08.16] Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n[00:11.33] \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n[00:14.29] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n[00:17.45] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n[00:20.39] Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n[00:23.23] Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin let that chop blow\n[00:25.84] And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n[00:27.48] Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n[00:29.05] He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n[00:31.93] Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n[00:34.84] Post about it, bitch, I got like thirty mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n[00:37.78] And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n[00:40.36] I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n[00:43.56] Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n[00:46.18] My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n[00:49.23] Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n[00:52.42] Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n[00:55.02] They know I'm on house arrest so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n[00:57.74] Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n[01:00.97] Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n[01:03.83] Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n[01:06.72] Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n[01:09.64] Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n[01:12.51] Know I keep that nine with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n[01:15.38] Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n[01:18.32] Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n[01:20.74] Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n[01:24.14] Youngin bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n[01:26.79] He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n[01:29.65] I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n[01:32.80] He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, bow, bow)\n[01:35.94] He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n[01:38.59] Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n[01:41.48] Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n[01:44.68] Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n[01:47.08] I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n[01:49.90] Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n[01:52.83] Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' thrax\n[01:55.97] Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n[01:58.67] I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (I'll bust at you)\n[02:01.57] Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n[02:04.41] Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n[02:07.35] And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L,\" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n[02:10.72] Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy,\" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n[02:13.68] Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n[02:16.82] Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:19.45] Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n[02:22.39] Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n[02:25.23] Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n[02:28.19] I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n[02:31.75] You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n[02:34.36] They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n[02:37.72] Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n[02:40.28] Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n[02:43.08] Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n[02:46.09] They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n[02:48.61] YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n[02:51.60] You fuck with them, don't fuck with me, and that's just how that go (how that go)\n[02:54.43] When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n[02:57.50] Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n[03:00.07] Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (no! No!)\n[03:03.23] Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n[03:06.43] Hold on, I ain't ra- I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n[03:09.35] I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n[03:11.91] You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n[03:14.62] YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n[03:17.85] I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n[03:20.71] I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (That be him)\n[03:23.54] I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (Ha)\n[03:26.42] Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n[03:29.67] Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n[03:33.51] We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n[03:36.33] You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n[03:38.42] Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n[03:41.04] Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n[03:43.82] I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n[03:46.75] These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n[03:50.48] These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n[03:52.81] They gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n[03:54.99] You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n[03:57.88] We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n[04:01.95] And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n[04:04.15] YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n[04:07.09] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n[04:09.95] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem?\n[04:12.81] Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n[04:15.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: NBA YoungBoy - I Hate YoungBoy\n  artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n  album: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Say, 10\n  start_ms: 1560\n  end_ms: 4420\n- text: Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 4420\n  end_ms: 6750\n- text: Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n  start_ms: 6750\n  end_ms: 8160\n- text: Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 8160\n  end_ms: 11330\n- text: '\"YoungBoy, they gon'' kill you, you better stop dissin'' them\"'\n  start_ms: 11330\n  end_ms: 14290\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  start_ms: 14290\n  end_ms: 17450\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 17450\n  end_ms: 20390\n- text: Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n  start_ms: 20390\n  end_ms: 23230\n- text: Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin let that chop blow\n  start_ms: 23230\n  end_ms: 25840\n- text: And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n  start_ms: 25840\n  end_ms: 27480\n- text: Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n  start_ms: 27480\n  end_ms: 29050\n- text: He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n  start_ms: 29050\n  end_ms: 31930\n- text: Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n  start_ms: 31930\n  end_ms: 34840\n- text: Post about it, bitch, I got like thirty mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 34840\n  end_ms: 37780\n- text: And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n  start_ms: 37780\n  end_ms: 40360\n- text: I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n  start_ms: 40360\n  end_ms: 43560\n- text: Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  start_ms: 43560\n  end_ms: 46180\n- text: My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  start_ms: 46180\n  end_ms: 49230\n- text: Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  start_ms: 49230\n  end_ms: 52420\n- text: Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  start_ms: 52420\n  end_ms: 55020\n- text: They know I'm on house arrest so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 55020\n  end_ms: 57740\n- text: Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 57740\n  end_ms: 60970\n- text: Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  start_ms: 60970\n  end_ms: 63830\n- text: Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  start_ms: 63830\n  end_ms: 66720\n- text: Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n  start_ms: 66720\n  end_ms: 69640\n- text: Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  start_ms: 69640\n  end_ms: 72510\n- text: Know I keep that nine with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  start_ms: 72510\n  end_ms: 75380\n- text: Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  start_ms: 75380\n  end_ms: 78320\n- text: Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n  start_ms: 78320\n  end_ms: 80740\n- text: Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  start_ms: 80740\n  end_ms: 84140\n- text: Youngin bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  start_ms: 84140\n  end_ms: 86790\n- text: He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  start_ms: 86790\n  end_ms: 89650\n- text: I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n  start_ms: 89650\n  end_ms: 92800\n- text: He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, bow, bow)\n  start_ms: 92800\n  end_ms: 95940\n- text: He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  start_ms: 95940\n  end_ms: 98590\n- text: Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  start_ms: 98590\n  end_ms: 101480\n- text: Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n  start_ms: 101480\n  end_ms: 104680\n- text: Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  start_ms: 104680\n  end_ms: 107080\n- text: I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  start_ms: 107080\n  end_ms: 109900\n- text: Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  start_ms: 109900\n  end_ms: 112830\n- text: Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' thrax\n  start_ms: 112830\n  end_ms: 115970\n- text: Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  start_ms: 115970\n  end_ms: 118670\n- text: I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (I'll bust at you)\n  start_ms: 118670\n  end_ms: 121570\n- text: Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  start_ms: 121570\n  end_ms: 124410\n- text: Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 124410\n  end_ms: 127350\n- text: And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L,\" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  start_ms: 127350\n  end_ms: 130720\n- text: Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy,\" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  start_ms: 130720\n  end_ms: 133680\n- text: Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  start_ms: 133680\n  end_ms: 136820\n- text: Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 136820\n  end_ms: 139450\n- text: Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  start_ms: 139450\n  end_ms: 142390\n- text: Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  start_ms: 142390\n  end_ms: 145230\n- text: Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  start_ms: 145230\n  end_ms: 148190\n- text: I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 148190\n  end_ms: 151750\n- text: You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 151750\n  end_ms: 154360\n- text: They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 154360\n  end_ms: 157720\n- text: Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  start_ms: 157720\n  end_ms: 160280\n- text: Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 160280\n  end_ms: 163080\n- text: Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 163080\n  end_ms: 166090\n- text: They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 166090\n  end_ms: 168610\n- text: YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 168610\n  end_ms: 171600\n- text: You fuck with them, don't fuck with me, and that's just how that go (how that go)\n  start_ms: 171600\n  end_ms: 174430\n- text: When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  start_ms: 174430\n  end_ms: 177500\n- text: Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  start_ms: 177500\n  end_ms: 180070\n- text: Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (no! No!)\n  start_ms: 180070\n  end_ms: 183230\n- text: Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n  start_ms: 183230\n  end_ms: 186430\n- text: Hold on, I ain't ra- I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 186430\n  end_ms: 189350\n- text: I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  start_ms: 189350\n  end_ms: 191910\n- text: You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  start_ms: 191910\n  end_ms: 194620\n- text: YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 194620\n  end_ms: 197850\n- text: I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n  start_ms: 197850\n  end_ms: 200710\n- text: I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (That be him)\n  start_ms: 200710\n  end_ms: 203540\n- text: I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (Ha)\n  start_ms: 203540\n  end_ms: 206420\n- text: Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n  start_ms: 206420\n  end_ms: 209670\n- text: Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  start_ms: 209670\n  end_ms: 213510\n- text: We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  start_ms: 213510\n  end_ms: 216330\n- text: You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  start_ms: 216330\n  end_ms: 218420\n- text: Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  start_ms: 218420\n  end_ms: 221040\n- text: Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n  start_ms: 221040\n  end_ms: 223820\n- text: I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 223820\n  end_ms: 226750\n- text: These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 226750\n  end_ms: 230480\n- text: These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  start_ms: 230480\n  end_ms: 232810\n- text: They gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  start_ms: 232810\n  end_ms: 234990\n- text: You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 234990\n  end_ms: 237880\n- text: We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  start_ms: 237880\n  end_ms: 241950\n- text: And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n  start_ms: 241950\n  end_ms: 244150\n- text: YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  start_ms: 244150\n  end_ms: 247090\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  start_ms: 247090\n  end_ms: 249950\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem?\n  start_ms: 249950\n  end_ms: 252810\n- text: Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n  start_ms: 252810\n  end_ms: 255790\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 255790\nplain: |-\n  Say, 10\n  Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n  Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n  \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n  Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n\n  Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin let that chop blow\n  And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n  Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n  He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n  Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\n  Post about it, bitch, I got like thirty mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n  And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n  I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n  Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n\n  My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  They know I'm on house arrest so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\n  Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  Know I keep that nine with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n\n  Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  Youngin bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\n  He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, bow, bow)\n  He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\n  Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' thrax\n\n  Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (I'll bust at you)\n  Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\n  And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L,\" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy,\" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\n  You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n\n  Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  You fuck with them, don't fuck with me, and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\n  When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (no! No!)\n  Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\n  Hold on, I ain't ra- I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\n  I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n  I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (That be him)\n  I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (Ha)\n  Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\n  Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n\n  Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n  I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n\n  They gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n  YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem?\n  Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n"},{"id":32013059,"name":"I Hate YoungBoy","trackName":"I Hate YoungBoy","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say, 10\nLet's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\nHorrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\nFuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n\"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\nQuando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\nClean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\nAnd my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\nNigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\nHe called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\nPosted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\nPost about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\nI'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\nWhy he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\nMy daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\nUsed to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\nMama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\nThey know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\nBitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\nFeds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\nBitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\nEvery nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\nSet 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\nKnow I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\nBaby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\nWant me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\nAin't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\nYoungin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\nHe get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\nI be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\nHe got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\nHe got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\nSlidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\nPussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\nNigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\nI get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\nStarr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\nBoard the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\nWhere you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\nI don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\nYour daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\nTell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\nAnd that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\nTell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\nLet me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\nStomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nFree Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\nWin or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\nDon't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\nI just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\nYou know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\nThey don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\nHear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\nFeel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\nTell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\nThey be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\nYouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\nYou fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\nWhen I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\nChinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\nMama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\nSarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\nHold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\nI'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\nYou heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\nYoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\nI don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\nI be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\nI be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\nFuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\nHah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n(Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\nWe put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\nYou already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\nBitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\nThem bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\nI guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\nThese bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\nThese fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\nThese gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\nYou heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\nWe gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\nAnd I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n(YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\nQuando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.44] Say, 10\n[00:04.11] Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n[00:07.03] Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n[00:08.37] Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n[00:11.55] \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n[00:14.45] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n[00:17.30] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n[00:20.16] Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n[00:23.30] Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n[00:25.89] And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n[00:27.46] Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n[00:29.08] He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n[00:31.77] Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n[00:34.82] Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n[00:37.62] And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n[00:40.37] I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n[00:43.56] Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n[00:46.34] My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n[00:49.46] Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n[00:52.11] Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n[00:55.06] They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n[00:57.78] Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n[01:00.96] Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n[01:03.85] Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n[01:06.83] Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n[01:09.54] Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n[01:12.50] Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n[01:15.58] Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n[01:18.44] Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n[01:20.89] Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n[01:23.83] Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n[01:26.78] He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n[01:29.41] I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n[01:32.56] He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n[01:36.05] He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n[01:38.66] Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n[01:41.72] Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n[01:44.55] Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n[01:47.03] I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n[01:49.92] Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n[01:52.94] Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n[01:55.80] Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n[01:58.50] I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n[02:01.21] Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n[02:04.12] Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n[02:07.23] And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n[02:10.79] Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n[02:13.68] Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n[02:16.67] Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:19.35] Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n[02:22.30] Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n[02:25.33] Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n[02:28.04] I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n[02:31.66] You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n[02:34.59] They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n[02:37.58] Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n[02:40.20] Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n[02:43.19] Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n[02:46.16] They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n[02:48.84] YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n[02:51.79] You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n[02:54.79] When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n[02:57.33] Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n[03:00.30] Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n[03:03.26] Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n[03:06.39] Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n[03:09.07] I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n[03:12.09] You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n[03:14.64] YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n[03:17.60] I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n[03:20.41] I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n[03:23.49] I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n[03:26.31] Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n[03:29.52] Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n[03:33.80] (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n[03:33.93] We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n[03:36.15] You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n[03:38.50] Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n[03:41.22] Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n[03:43.62] I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n[03:46.95] These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n[03:50.42] These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n[03:52.76] These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n[03:54.60] You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n[03:57.99] We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n[04:02.15] And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n[04:04.08] (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n[04:06.99] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n[04:09.85] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n[04:13.04] Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n[04:16.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Hate YoungBoy\n  artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n  album: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Say, 10\n  start_ms: 1440\n  end_ms: 4110\n- text: Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 4110\n  end_ms: 7030\n- text: Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n  start_ms: 7030\n  end_ms: 8370\n- text: Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 8370\n  end_ms: 11550\n- text: '\"YoungBoy, they gon'' kill you, you better stop dissin'' them\"'\n  start_ms: 11550\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  start_ms: 14450\n  end_ms: 17300\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? 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Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  start_ms: 115800\n  end_ms: 118500\n- text: I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  start_ms: 118500\n  end_ms: 121210\n- text: Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  start_ms: 121210\n  end_ms: 124120\n- text: Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 124120\n  end_ms: 127230\n- text: And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  start_ms: 127230\n  end_ms: 130790\n- text: Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  start_ms: 130790\n  end_ms: 133680\n- text: Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  start_ms: 133680\n  end_ms: 136670\n- text: Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 136670\n  end_ms: 139350\n- text: Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  start_ms: 139350\n  end_ms: 142300\n- text: Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  start_ms: 142300\n  end_ms: 145330\n- text: Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  start_ms: 145330\n  end_ms: 148040\n- text: I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 148040\n  end_ms: 151660\n- text: You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 151660\n  end_ms: 154590\n- text: They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 154590\n  end_ms: 157580\n- text: Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  start_ms: 157580\n  end_ms: 160200\n- text: Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 160200\n  end_ms: 163190\n- text: Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 163190\n  end_ms: 166160\n- text: They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 166160\n  end_ms: 168840\n- text: YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 168840\n  end_ms: 171790\n- text: You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n  start_ms: 171790\n  end_ms: 174790\n- text: When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  start_ms: 174790\n  end_ms: 177330\n- text: Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  start_ms: 177330\n  end_ms: 180300\n- text: Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  start_ms: 180300\n  end_ms: 183260\n- text: Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n  start_ms: 183260\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 189070\n- text: I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  start_ms: 189070\n  end_ms: 192090\n- text: You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  start_ms: 192090\n  end_ms: 194640\n- text: YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 194640\n  end_ms: 197600\n- text: I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n  start_ms: 197600\n  end_ms: 200410\n- text: I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  start_ms: 200410\n  end_ms: 203490\n- text: I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  start_ms: 203490\n  end_ms: 206310\n- text: Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n  start_ms: 206310\n  end_ms: 209520\n- text: Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  start_ms: 209520\n  end_ms: 213800\n- text: (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  start_ms: 213800\n  end_ms: 213930\n- text: We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  start_ms: 213930\n  end_ms: 216150\n- text: You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  start_ms: 216150\n  end_ms: 218500\n- text: Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  start_ms: 218500\n  end_ms: 221220\n- text: Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n  start_ms: 221220\n  end_ms: 223620\n- text: I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 223620\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 230420\n- text: These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  start_ms: 230420\n  end_ms: 232760\n- text: These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  start_ms: 232760\n  end_ms: 234600\n- text: You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 234600\n  end_ms: 237990\n- text: We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  start_ms: 237990\n  end_ms: 242150\n- text: And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n  start_ms: 242150\n  end_ms: 244080\n- text: (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  start_ms: 244080\n  end_ms: 246990\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  start_ms: 246990\n  end_ms: 249850\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  start_ms: 249850\n  end_ms: 253040\n- text: Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n  start_ms: 253040\n  end_ms: 256040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 256040\nplain: |-\n  Say, 10\n  Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n  Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n  \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n  Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n  Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n  And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n  Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n  He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n  Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\n  Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n  And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n  I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n  Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\n  Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n  Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\n  He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n  He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\n  Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n  Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\n  And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\n  You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\n  When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\n  Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\n  I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n  I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\n  Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\n  I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n  (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n"},{"id":9866345,"name":"NBA YoungBoy - I Hate YoungBoy","trackName":"NBA YoungBoy - I Hate YoungBoy","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again Videos","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say, 10\nLet's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\nHorrid, run it up (Lil Top)\nFuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n\"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\nQuando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n\nClean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin let that chop blow\nAnd my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\nNigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\nHe called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\nPosted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\nPost about it, bitch, I got like thirty mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\nI'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\nWhy he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n\nMy daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\nUsed to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\nMama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\nThey know I'm on house arrest so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\nBitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\nFeds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\nBitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\nEvery nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\nSet 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\nKnow I keep that nine with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\nBaby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\nWant me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n\nAin't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\nYoungin bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\nHe get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\nI be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\nHe got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, bow, bow)\nHe got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\nSlidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\nPussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\nNigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\nI get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\nStarr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\nBoard the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' thrax\n\nWhere you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\nI don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (I'll bust at you)\nYour daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\nTell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\nAnd that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L,\" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\nTell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy,\" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\nLet me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\nStomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nFree Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\nWin or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\nDon't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\nI just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\nYou know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\nThey don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\nHear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\nFeel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n\nTell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\nThey be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\nYouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\nYou fuck with them, don't fuck with me, and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\nWhen I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\nChinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\nMama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (no! No!)\nSarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\nHold on, I ain't ra- I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\nI'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\nYou heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\nYoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\nI don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\nI be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (That be him)\nI be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (Ha)\nFuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\nHah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\nWe put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\nYou already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\nBitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n\nThem bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\nI guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\nThese bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\nThese fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n\nThey gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\nYou heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\nWe gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\nAnd I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\nYoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem?\nQuando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.56] Say, 10\n[00:04.42] Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n[00:06.75] Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n[00:08.16] Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n[00:11.33] \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n[00:14.29] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n[00:17.45] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n[00:20.39] Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n[00:23.23] Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin let that chop blow\n[00:25.84] And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n[00:27.48] Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n[00:29.05] He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n[00:31.93] Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n[00:34.84] Post about it, bitch, I got like thirty mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n[00:37.78] And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n[00:40.36] I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n[00:43.56] Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n[00:46.18] My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n[00:49.23] Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n[00:52.42] Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n[00:55.02] They know I'm on house arrest so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n[00:57.74] Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n[01:00.97] Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n[01:03.83] Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n[01:06.72] Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n[01:09.64] Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n[01:12.51] Know I keep that nine with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n[01:15.38] Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n[01:18.32] Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n[01:20.74] Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n[01:24.14] Youngin bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n[01:26.79] He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n[01:29.65] I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n[01:32.80] He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, bow, bow)\n[01:35.94] He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n[01:38.59] Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n[01:41.48] Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n[01:44.68] Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n[01:47.08] I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n[01:49.90] Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n[01:52.83] Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' thrax\n[01:55.97] Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n[01:58.67] I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (I'll bust at you)\n[02:01.57] Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n[02:04.41] Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n[02:07.35] And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L,\" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n[02:10.72] Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy,\" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n[02:13.68] Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n[02:16.82] Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:19.45] Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n[02:22.39] Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n[02:25.23] Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n[02:28.19] I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n[02:31.75] You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n[02:34.36] They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n[02:37.72] Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n[02:40.28] Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n[02:43.08] Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n[02:46.09] They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n[02:48.61] YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n[02:51.60] You fuck with them, don't fuck with me, and that's just how that go (how that go)\n[02:54.43] When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n[02:57.50] Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n[03:00.07] Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (no! No!)\n[03:03.23] Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n[03:06.43] Hold on, I ain't ra- I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n[03:09.35] I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n[03:11.91] You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n[03:14.62] YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n[03:17.85] I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n[03:20.71] I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (That be him)\n[03:23.54] I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (Ha)\n[03:26.42] Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n[03:29.67] Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n[03:33.51] We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n[03:36.33] You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n[03:38.42] Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n[03:41.04] Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n[03:43.82] I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n[03:46.75] These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n[03:50.48] These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n[03:52.81] They gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n[03:54.99] You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n[03:57.88] We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n[04:01.95] And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n[04:04.15] YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n[04:07.09] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n[04:09.95] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem?\n[04:12.81] Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n[04:15.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: NBA YoungBoy - I Hate YoungBoy\n  artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n  album: YoungBoy Never Broke Again Videos\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Say, 10\n  start_ms: 1560\n  end_ms: 4420\n- text: Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 4420\n  end_ms: 6750\n- text: Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n  start_ms: 6750\n  end_ms: 8160\n- text: Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 8160\n  end_ms: 11330\n- text: '\"YoungBoy, they gon'' kill you, you better stop dissin'' them\"'\n  start_ms: 11330\n  end_ms: 14290\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  start_ms: 14290\n  end_ms: 17450\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem? 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These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  start_ms: 191910\n  end_ms: 194620\n- text: YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 194620\n  end_ms: 197850\n- text: I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n  start_ms: 197850\n  end_ms: 200710\n- text: I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (That be him)\n  start_ms: 200710\n  end_ms: 203540\n- text: I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (Ha)\n  start_ms: 203540\n  end_ms: 206420\n- text: Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n  start_ms: 206420\n  end_ms: 209670\n- text: Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  start_ms: 209670\n  end_ms: 213510\n- text: We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  start_ms: 213510\n  end_ms: 216330\n- text: You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  start_ms: 216330\n  end_ms: 218420\n- text: Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  start_ms: 218420\n  end_ms: 221040\n- text: Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n  start_ms: 221040\n  end_ms: 223820\n- text: I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 223820\n  end_ms: 226750\n- text: These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 226750\n  end_ms: 230480\n- text: These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  start_ms: 230480\n  end_ms: 232810\n- text: They gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  start_ms: 232810\n  end_ms: 234990\n- text: You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 234990\n  end_ms: 237880\n- text: We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  start_ms: 237880\n  end_ms: 241950\n- text: And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n  start_ms: 241950\n  end_ms: 244150\n- text: YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  start_ms: 244150\n  end_ms: 247090\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  start_ms: 247090\n  end_ms: 249950\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem?\n  start_ms: 249950\n  end_ms: 252810\n- text: Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n  start_ms: 252810\n  end_ms: 255790\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 255790\nplain: |-\n  Say, 10\n  Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n  Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n  \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n  Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n\n  Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin let that chop blow\n  And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n  Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n  He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n  Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\n  Post about it, bitch, I got like thirty mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n  And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n  I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n  Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n\n  My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  They know I'm on house arrest so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\n  Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  Know I keep that nine with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n\n  Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  Youngin bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\n  He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, bow, bow)\n  He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\n  Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' thrax\n\n  Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (I'll bust at you)\n  Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\n  And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L,\" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy,\" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\n  You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n\n  Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  You fuck with them, don't fuck with me, and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\n  When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (no! No!)\n  Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\n  Hold on, I ain't ra- I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\n  I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n  I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (That be him)\n  I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (Ha)\n  Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\n  Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n\n  Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n  I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n\n  They gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n  YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem?\n  Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n"},{"id":9243898,"name":"I Hate YoungBoy","trackName":"I Hate YoungBoy","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again Songs","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say, 10\nLet's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\nHorrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\nFuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n\"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\nQuando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\nClean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\nAnd my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\nNigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\nHe called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\nPosted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\nPost about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\nI'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\nWhy he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\nMy daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\nUsed to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\nMama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\nThey know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\nBitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\nFeds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\nBitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\nEvery nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\nSet 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\nKnow I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\nBaby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\nWant me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\nAin't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\nYoungin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\nHe get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\nI be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\nHe got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\nHe got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\nSlidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\nPussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\nNigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\nI get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\nStarr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\nBoard the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\nWhere you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\nI don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\nYour daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\nTell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\nAnd that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\nTell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\nLet me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\nStomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nFree Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\nWin or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\nDon't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\nI just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\nYou know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\nThey don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\nHear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\nFeel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\nTell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\nThey be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\nYouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\nYou fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\nWhen I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\nChinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\nMama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\nSarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\nHold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\nI'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\nYou heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\nYoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\nI don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\nI be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\nI be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\nFuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\nHah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n(Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\nWe put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\nYou already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\nBitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\nThem bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\nI guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\nThese bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\nThese fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\nThese gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\nYou heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\nWe gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\nAnd I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n(YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\nQuando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.44] Say, 10\n[00:04.11] Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n[00:07.03] Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n[00:08.37] Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n[00:11.55] \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n[00:14.45] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n[00:17.30] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n[00:20.16] Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n[00:23.30] Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n[00:25.89] And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n[00:27.46] Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n[00:29.08] He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n[00:31.77] Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n[00:34.82] Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n[00:37.62] And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n[00:40.37] I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n[00:43.56] Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n[00:46.34] My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n[00:49.46] Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n[00:52.11] Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n[00:55.06] They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n[00:57.78] Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n[01:00.96] Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n[01:03.85] Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n[01:06.83] Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n[01:09.54] Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n[01:12.50] Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n[01:15.58] Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n[01:18.44] Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n[01:20.89] Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n[01:23.83] Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n[01:26.78] He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n[01:29.41] I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n[01:32.56] He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n[01:36.05] He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n[01:38.66] Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n[01:41.72] Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n[01:44.55] Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n[01:47.03] I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n[01:49.92] Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n[01:52.94] Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n[01:55.80] Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n[01:58.50] I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n[02:01.21] Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n[02:04.12] Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n[02:07.23] And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n[02:10.79] Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n[02:13.68] Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n[02:16.67] Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:19.35] Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n[02:22.30] Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n[02:25.33] Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n[02:28.04] I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n[02:31.66] You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n[02:34.59] They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n[02:37.58] Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n[02:40.20] Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n[02:43.19] Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n[02:46.16] They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n[02:48.84] YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n[02:51.79] You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n[02:54.79] When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n[02:57.33] Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n[03:00.30] Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n[03:03.26] Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n[03:06.39] Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n[03:09.07] I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n[03:12.09] You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n[03:14.64] YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n[03:17.60] I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n[03:20.41] I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n[03:23.49] I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n[03:26.31] Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n[03:29.52] Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n[03:33.80] (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n[03:33.93] We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n[03:36.15] You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n[03:38.50] Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n[03:41.22] Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n[03:43.62] I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n[03:46.95] These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n[03:50.42] These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n[03:52.76] These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n[03:54.60] You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n[03:57.99] We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n[04:02.15] And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n[04:04.08] (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n[04:06.99] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n[04:09.85] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n[04:13.04] Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n[04:16.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Hate YoungBoy\n  artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n  album: YoungBoy Never Broke Again Songs\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Say, 10\n  start_ms: 1440\n  end_ms: 4110\n- text: Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 4110\n  end_ms: 7030\n- text: Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n  start_ms: 7030\n  end_ms: 8370\n- text: Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 8370\n  end_ms: 11550\n- text: '\"YoungBoy, they gon'' kill you, you better stop dissin'' them\"'\n  start_ms: 11550\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  start_ms: 14450\n  end_ms: 17300\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? 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Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  start_ms: 115800\n  end_ms: 118500\n- text: I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  start_ms: 118500\n  end_ms: 121210\n- text: Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  start_ms: 121210\n  end_ms: 124120\n- text: Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 124120\n  end_ms: 127230\n- text: And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  start_ms: 127230\n  end_ms: 130790\n- text: Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  start_ms: 130790\n  end_ms: 133680\n- text: Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  start_ms: 133680\n  end_ms: 136670\n- text: Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 136670\n  end_ms: 139350\n- text: Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  start_ms: 139350\n  end_ms: 142300\n- text: Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  start_ms: 142300\n  end_ms: 145330\n- text: Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  start_ms: 145330\n  end_ms: 148040\n- text: I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 148040\n  end_ms: 151660\n- text: You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 151660\n  end_ms: 154590\n- text: They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 154590\n  end_ms: 157580\n- text: Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  start_ms: 157580\n  end_ms: 160200\n- text: Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 160200\n  end_ms: 163190\n- text: Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 163190\n  end_ms: 166160\n- text: They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 166160\n  end_ms: 168840\n- text: YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 168840\n  end_ms: 171790\n- text: You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n  start_ms: 171790\n  end_ms: 174790\n- text: When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  start_ms: 174790\n  end_ms: 177330\n- text: Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  start_ms: 177330\n  end_ms: 180300\n- text: Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  start_ms: 180300\n  end_ms: 183260\n- text: Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n  start_ms: 183260\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 189070\n- text: I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  start_ms: 189070\n  end_ms: 192090\n- text: You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  start_ms: 192090\n  end_ms: 194640\n- text: YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 194640\n  end_ms: 197600\n- text: I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n  start_ms: 197600\n  end_ms: 200410\n- text: I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  start_ms: 200410\n  end_ms: 203490\n- text: I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  start_ms: 203490\n  end_ms: 206310\n- text: Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n  start_ms: 206310\n  end_ms: 209520\n- text: Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  start_ms: 209520\n  end_ms: 213800\n- text: (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  start_ms: 213800\n  end_ms: 213930\n- text: We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  start_ms: 213930\n  end_ms: 216150\n- text: You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  start_ms: 216150\n  end_ms: 218500\n- text: Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  start_ms: 218500\n  end_ms: 221220\n- text: Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n  start_ms: 221220\n  end_ms: 223620\n- text: I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 223620\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 230420\n- text: These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  start_ms: 230420\n  end_ms: 232760\n- text: These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  start_ms: 232760\n  end_ms: 234600\n- text: You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 234600\n  end_ms: 237990\n- text: We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  start_ms: 237990\n  end_ms: 242150\n- text: And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n  start_ms: 242150\n  end_ms: 244080\n- text: (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  start_ms: 244080\n  end_ms: 246990\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  start_ms: 246990\n  end_ms: 249850\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  start_ms: 249850\n  end_ms: 253040\n- text: Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n  start_ms: 253040\n  end_ms: 256040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 256040\nplain: |-\n  Say, 10\n  Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n  Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n  \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n  Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n  Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n  And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n  Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n  He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n  Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\n  Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n  And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n  I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n  Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\n  Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n  Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\n  He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n  He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\n  Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n  Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\n  And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\n  You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\n  When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\n  Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\n  I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n  I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\n  Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\n  I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n  (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n"},{"id":9629988,"name":"I Hate YoungBoy","trackName":"I Hate YoungBoy","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again Videos","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say, 10\nLet's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\nHorrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\nFuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n\"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\nQuando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\nClean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\nAnd my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\nNigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\nHe called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\nPosted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\nPost about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\nI'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\nWhy he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\nMy daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\nUsed to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\nMama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\nThey know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\nBitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\nFeds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\nBitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\nEvery nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\nSet 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\nKnow I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\nBaby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\nWant me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\nAin't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\nYoungin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\nHe get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\nI be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\nHe got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\nHe got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\nSlidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\nPussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\nNigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\nI get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\nStarr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\nBoard the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\nWhere you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\nI don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\nYour daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\nTell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\nAnd that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\nTell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\nLet me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\nStomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nFree Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\nWin or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\nDon't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\nI just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\nYou know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\nThey don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\nHear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\nFeel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\nTell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\nThey be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\nYouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\nYou fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\nWhen I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\nChinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\nMama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\nSarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\nHold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\nI'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\nYou heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\nYoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\nI don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\nI be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\nI be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\nFuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\nHah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n(Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\nWe put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\nYou already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\nBitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\nThem bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\nI guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\nThese bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\nThese fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\nThese gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\nYou heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\nWe gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\nAnd I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n(YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\nQuando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.44] Say, 10\n[00:04.11] Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n[00:07.03] Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n[00:08.37] Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n[00:11.55] \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n[00:14.45] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n[00:17.30] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n[00:20.16] Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n[00:23.30] Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n[00:25.89] And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n[00:27.46] Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n[00:29.08] He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n[00:31.77] Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n[00:34.82] Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n[00:37.62] And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n[00:40.37] I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n[00:43.56] Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n[00:46.34] My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n[00:49.46] Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n[00:52.11] Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n[00:55.06] They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n[00:57.78] Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n[01:00.96] Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n[01:03.85] Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n[01:06.83] Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n[01:09.54] Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n[01:12.50] Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n[01:15.58] Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n[01:18.44] Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n[01:20.89] Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n[01:23.83] Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n[01:26.78] He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n[01:29.41] I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n[01:32.56] He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n[01:36.05] He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n[01:38.66] Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n[01:41.72] Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n[01:44.55] Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n[01:47.03] I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n[01:49.92] Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n[01:52.94] Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n[01:55.80] Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n[01:58.50] I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n[02:01.21] Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n[02:04.12] Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n[02:07.23] And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n[02:10.79] Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n[02:13.68] Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n[02:16.67] Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:19.35] Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n[02:22.30] Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n[02:25.33] Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n[02:28.04] I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n[02:31.66] You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n[02:34.59] They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n[02:37.58] Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n[02:40.20] Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n[02:43.19] Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n[02:46.16] They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n[02:48.84] YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n[02:51.79] You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n[02:54.79] When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n[02:57.33] Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n[03:00.30] Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n[03:03.26] Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n[03:06.39] Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n[03:09.07] I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n[03:12.09] You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n[03:14.64] YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n[03:17.60] I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n[03:20.41] I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n[03:23.49] I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n[03:26.31] Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n[03:29.52] Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n[03:33.80] (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n[03:33.93] We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n[03:36.15] You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n[03:38.50] Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n[03:41.22] Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n[03:43.62] I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n[03:46.95] These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n[03:50.42] These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n[03:52.76] These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n[03:54.60] You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n[03:57.99] We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n[04:02.15] And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n[04:04.08] (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n[04:06.99] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n[04:09.85] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n[04:13.04] Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n[04:16.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Hate YoungBoy\n  artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n  album: YoungBoy Never Broke Again Videos\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Say, 10\n  start_ms: 1440\n  end_ms: 4110\n- text: Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 4110\n  end_ms: 7030\n- text: Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n  start_ms: 7030\n  end_ms: 8370\n- text: Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 8370\n  end_ms: 11550\n- text: '\"YoungBoy, they gon'' kill you, you better stop dissin'' them\"'\n  start_ms: 11550\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  start_ms: 14450\n  end_ms: 17300\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? 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These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  start_ms: 192090\n  end_ms: 194640\n- text: YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 194640\n  end_ms: 197600\n- text: I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n  start_ms: 197600\n  end_ms: 200410\n- text: I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  start_ms: 200410\n  end_ms: 203490\n- text: I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  start_ms: 203490\n  end_ms: 206310\n- text: Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n  start_ms: 206310\n  end_ms: 209520\n- text: Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  start_ms: 209520\n  end_ms: 213800\n- text: (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  start_ms: 213800\n  end_ms: 213930\n- text: We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  start_ms: 213930\n  end_ms: 216150\n- text: You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  start_ms: 216150\n  end_ms: 218500\n- text: Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  start_ms: 218500\n  end_ms: 221220\n- text: Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n  start_ms: 221220\n  end_ms: 223620\n- text: I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 223620\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 230420\n- text: These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  start_ms: 230420\n  end_ms: 232760\n- text: These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  start_ms: 232760\n  end_ms: 234600\n- text: You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 234600\n  end_ms: 237990\n- text: We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  start_ms: 237990\n  end_ms: 242150\n- text: And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n  start_ms: 242150\n  end_ms: 244080\n- text: (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  start_ms: 244080\n  end_ms: 246990\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  start_ms: 246990\n  end_ms: 249850\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  start_ms: 249850\n  end_ms: 253040\n- text: Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n  start_ms: 253040\n  end_ms: 256040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 256040\nplain: |-\n  Say, 10\n  Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n  Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n  \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n  Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n  Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n  And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n  Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n  He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n  Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\n  Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n  And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n  I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n  Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\n  Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n  Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\n  He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n  He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\n  Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n  Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\n  And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\n  You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\n  When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\n  Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\n  I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n  I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\n  Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\n  I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n  (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n"},{"id":9501367,"name":"I Hate YoungBoy","trackName":"I Hate YoungBoy","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"I Hate YoungBoy","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say, 10\nLet's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\nHorrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\nFuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n\"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\nQuando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\nClean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\nAnd my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\nNigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\nHe called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\nPosted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\nPost about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\nI'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\nWhy he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\nMy daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\nUsed to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\nMama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\nThey know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\nBitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\nFeds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\nBitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\nEvery nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\nSet 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\nKnow I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\nBaby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\nWant me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\nAin't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\nYoungin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\nHe get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\nI be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\nHe got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\nHe got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\nSlidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\nPussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\nNigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\nI get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\nStarr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\nBoard the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\nWhere you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\nI don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\nYour daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\nTell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\nAnd that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\nTell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\nLet me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\nStomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nFree Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\nWin or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\nDon't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\nI just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\nYou know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\nThey don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\nHear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\nFeel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\nTell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\nThey be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\nYouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\nYou fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\nWhen I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\nChinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\nMama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\nSarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\nHold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\nI'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\nYou heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\nYoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\nI don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\nI be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\nI be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\nFuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\nHah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n(Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\nWe put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\nYou already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\nBitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\nThem bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\nI guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\nThese bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\nThese fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\nThese gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\nYou heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\nWe gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\nAnd I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n(YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\nQuando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.46] Say, 10\n[00:04.17] Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n[00:06.79] Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n[00:08.38] Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n[00:11.52] \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n[00:14.42] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n[00:17.38] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n[00:20.18] Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n[00:23.30] Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n[00:25.80] And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n[00:27.46] Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n[00:29.03] He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n[00:31.76] Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n[00:34.82] Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n[00:37.66] And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n[00:40.35] I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n[00:43.58] Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n[00:46.37] My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n[00:49.46] Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n[00:52.17] Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n[00:55.06] They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n[00:57.72] Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n[01:00.91] Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n[01:03.85] Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n[01:06.84] Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n[01:09.58] Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n[01:12.55] Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n[01:15.59] Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n[01:18.42] Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n[01:20.88] Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n[01:23.83] Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n[01:26.78] He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n[01:29.45] I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n[01:32.53] He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n[01:36.07] He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n[01:38.67] Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n[01:41.75] Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n[01:44.56] Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n[01:47.06] I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n[01:49.95] Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n[01:52.96] Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n[01:55.82] Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n[01:58.59] I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n[02:01.23] Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n[02:04.15] Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n[02:07.24] And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n[02:10.78] Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n[02:13.63] Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n[02:16.62] Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:19.34] Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n[02:22.30] Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n[02:25.38] Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n[02:28.07] I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n[02:31.62] You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n[02:34.53] They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n[02:37.52] Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n[02:40.21] Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n[02:43.19] Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n[02:46.11] They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n[02:48.83] YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n[02:51.77] You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n[02:54.75] When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n[02:57.32] Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n[03:00.32] Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n[03:03.28] Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n[03:06.39] Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n[03:09.00] I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n[03:12.03] You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n[03:14.66] YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n[03:17.66] I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n[03:20.49] I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n[03:23.42] I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n[03:26.38] Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n[03:29.58] Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n[03:33.86] (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n[03:33.93] We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n[03:36.13] You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n[03:38.54] Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n[03:41.27] Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n[03:43.65] I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n[03:46.99] These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n[03:50.48] These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n[03:52.73] These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n[03:54.66] You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n[03:57.90] We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n[04:02.17] And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n[04:04.08] (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n[04:06.91] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n[04:09.87] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n[04:13.00] Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n[04:16.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Hate YoungBoy\n  artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n  album: I Hate YoungBoy\n  duration_ms: 261000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Say, 10\n  start_ms: 1460\n  end_ms: 4170\n- text: Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 4170\n  end_ms: 6790\n- text: Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n  start_ms: 6790\n  end_ms: 8380\n- text: Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 8380\n  end_ms: 11520\n- text: '\"YoungBoy, they gon'' kill you, you better stop dissin'' them\"'\n  start_ms: 11520\n  end_ms: 14420\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  start_ms: 14420\n  end_ms: 17380\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? 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Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  start_ms: 43580\n  end_ms: 46370\n- text: My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  start_ms: 46370\n  end_ms: 49460\n- text: Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  start_ms: 49460\n  end_ms: 52170\n- text: Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  start_ms: 52170\n  end_ms: 55060\n- text: They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 55060\n  end_ms: 57720\n- text: Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 57720\n  end_ms: 60910\n- text: Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  start_ms: 60910\n  end_ms: 63850\n- text: Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  start_ms: 63850\n  end_ms: 66840\n- text: Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n  start_ms: 66840\n  end_ms: 69580\n- text: Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  start_ms: 69580\n  end_ms: 72550\n- text: Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  start_ms: 72550\n  end_ms: 75590\n- text: Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  start_ms: 75590\n  end_ms: 78420\n- text: Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n  start_ms: 78420\n  end_ms: 80880\n- text: Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  start_ms: 80880\n  end_ms: 83830\n- text: Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  start_ms: 83830\n  end_ms: 86780\n- text: He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  start_ms: 86780\n  end_ms: 89450\n- text: I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n  start_ms: 89450\n  end_ms: 92530\n- text: He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n  start_ms: 92530\n  end_ms: 96070\n- text: He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  start_ms: 96070\n  end_ms: 98670\n- text: Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  start_ms: 98670\n  end_ms: 101750\n- text: Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n  start_ms: 101750\n  end_ms: 104560\n- text: Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  start_ms: 104560\n  end_ms: 107060\n- text: I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  start_ms: 107060\n  end_ms: 109950\n- text: Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  start_ms: 109950\n  end_ms: 112960\n- text: Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n  start_ms: 112960\n  end_ms: 115820\n- text: Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  start_ms: 115820\n  end_ms: 118590\n- text: I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  start_ms: 118590\n  end_ms: 121230\n- text: Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  start_ms: 121230\n  end_ms: 124150\n- text: Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 124150\n  end_ms: 127240\n- text: And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  start_ms: 127240\n  end_ms: 130780\n- text: Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  start_ms: 130780\n  end_ms: 133630\n- text: Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  start_ms: 133630\n  end_ms: 136620\n- text: Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 136620\n  end_ms: 139340\n- text: Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  start_ms: 139340\n  end_ms: 142300\n- text: Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  start_ms: 142300\n  end_ms: 145380\n- text: Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  start_ms: 145380\n  end_ms: 148070\n- text: I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 148070\n  end_ms: 151620\n- text: You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 151620\n  end_ms: 154530\n- text: They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 154530\n  end_ms: 157520\n- text: Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  start_ms: 157520\n  end_ms: 160210\n- text: Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 160210\n  end_ms: 163190\n- text: Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 163190\n  end_ms: 166110\n- text: They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 166110\n  end_ms: 168830\n- text: YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 168830\n  end_ms: 171770\n- text: You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n  start_ms: 171770\n  end_ms: 174750\n- text: When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  start_ms: 174750\n  end_ms: 177320\n- text: Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  start_ms: 177320\n  end_ms: 180320\n- text: Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  start_ms: 180320\n  end_ms: 183280\n- text: Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n  start_ms: 183280\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 189000\n- text: I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  start_ms: 189000\n  end_ms: 192030\n- text: You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  start_ms: 192030\n  end_ms: 194660\n- text: YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 194660\n  end_ms: 197660\n- text: I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n  start_ms: 197660\n  end_ms: 200490\n- text: I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  start_ms: 200490\n  end_ms: 203420\n- text: I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  start_ms: 203420\n  end_ms: 206380\n- text: Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n  start_ms: 206380\n  end_ms: 209580\n- text: Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  start_ms: 209580\n  end_ms: 213860\n- text: (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  start_ms: 213860\n  end_ms: 213930\n- text: We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  start_ms: 213930\n  end_ms: 216130\n- text: You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  start_ms: 216130\n  end_ms: 218540\n- text: Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  start_ms: 218540\n  end_ms: 221270\n- text: Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n  start_ms: 221270\n  end_ms: 223650\n- text: I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 223650\n  end_ms: 226990\n- text: These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 226990\n  end_ms: 230480\n- text: These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  start_ms: 230480\n  end_ms: 232730\n- text: These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  start_ms: 232730\n  end_ms: 234660\n- text: You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 234660\n  end_ms: 237900\n- text: We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  start_ms: 237900\n  end_ms: 242170\n- text: And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n  start_ms: 242170\n  end_ms: 244080\n- text: (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  start_ms: 244080\n  end_ms: 246910\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  start_ms: 246910\n  end_ms: 249870\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  start_ms: 249870\n  end_ms: 253000\n- text: Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n  start_ms: 253000\n  end_ms: 256050\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 256050\nplain: |-\n  Say, 10\n  Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n  Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n  \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n  Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n  Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n  And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n  Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n  He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n  Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\n  Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n  And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n  I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n  Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\n  Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n  Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\n  He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n  He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\n  Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n  Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\n  And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\n  You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\n  When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\n  Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\n  I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n  I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\n  Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\n  I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n  (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n"},{"id":36483827,"name":"I Hate YoungBoy","trackName":"I Hate YoungBoy","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"I Hate YoungBoy","duration":null,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say, 10\nLet's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\nHorrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\nFuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n\"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\nQuando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\nClean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\nAnd my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\nNigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\nHe called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\nPosted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\nPost about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\nI'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\nWhy he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\nMy daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\nUsed to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\nMama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\nThey know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\nBitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\nFeds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\nBitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\nEvery nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\nSet 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\nKnow I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\nBaby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\nWant me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\nAin't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\nYoungin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\nHe get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\nI be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\nHe got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\nHe got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\nSlidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\nPussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\nNigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\nI get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\nStarr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\nBoard the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\nWhere you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\nI don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\nYour daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\nTell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\nAnd that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\nTell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\nLet me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\nStomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nFree Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\nWin or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\nDon't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\nI just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\nYou know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\nThey don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\nHear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\nFeel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\nTell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\nThey be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\nYouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\nYou fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\nWhen I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\nChinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\nMama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\nSarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\nHold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\nI'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\nYou heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\nYoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\nI don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\nI be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\nI be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\nFuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\nHah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n(Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\nWe put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\nYou already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\nBitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\nThem bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\nI guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\nThese bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\nThese fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\nThese gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\nYou heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\nWe gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\nAnd I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n(YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\nQuando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.44] Say, 10\n[00:04.11] Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n[00:07.03] Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n[00:08.37] Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n[00:11.55] \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n[00:14.45] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n[00:17.30] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n[00:20.16] Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n[00:23.30] Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n[00:25.89] And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n[00:27.46] Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n[00:29.08] He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n[00:31.77] Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n[00:34.82] Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n[00:37.62] And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n[00:40.37] I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n[00:43.56] Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n[00:46.34] My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n[00:49.46] Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n[00:52.11] Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n[00:55.06] They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n[00:57.78] Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n[01:00.96] Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n[01:03.85] Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n[01:06.83] Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n[01:09.54] Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n[01:12.50] Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n[01:15.58] Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n[01:18.44] Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n[01:20.89] Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n[01:23.83] Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n[01:26.78] He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n[01:29.41] I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n[01:32.56] He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n[01:36.05] He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n[01:38.66] Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n[01:41.72] Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n[01:44.55] Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n[01:47.03] I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n[01:49.92] Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n[01:52.94] Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n[01:55.80] Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n[01:58.50] I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n[02:01.21] Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n[02:04.12] Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n[02:07.23] And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n[02:10.79] Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n[02:13.68] Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n[02:16.67] Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:19.35] Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n[02:22.30] Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n[02:25.33] Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n[02:28.04] I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n[02:31.66] You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n[02:34.59] They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n[02:37.58] Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n[02:40.20] Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n[02:43.19] Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n[02:46.16] They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n[02:48.84] YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n[02:51.79] You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n[02:54.79] When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n[02:57.33] Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n[03:00.30] Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n[03:03.26] Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n[03:06.39] Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n[03:09.07] I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n[03:12.09] You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n[03:14.64] YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n[03:17.60] I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n[03:20.41] I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n[03:23.49] I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n[03:26.31] Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n[03:29.52] Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n[03:33.80] (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n[03:33.93] We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n[03:36.15] You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n[03:38.50] Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n[03:41.22] Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n[03:43.62] I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n[03:46.95] These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n[03:50.42] These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n[03:52.76] These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n[03:54.60] You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n[03:57.99] We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n[04:02.15] And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n[04:04.08] (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n[04:06.99] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n[04:09.85] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n[04:13.04] Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n[04:16.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Hate YoungBoy\n  artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n  album: I Hate YoungBoy\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Say, 10\n  start_ms: 1440\n  end_ms: 4110\n- text: Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 4110\n  end_ms: 7030\n- text: Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n  start_ms: 7030\n  end_ms: 8370\n- text: Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 8370\n  end_ms: 11550\n- text: '\"YoungBoy, they gon'' kill you, you better stop dissin'' them\"'\n  start_ms: 11550\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  start_ms: 14450\n  end_ms: 17300\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? 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These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  start_ms: 192090\n  end_ms: 194640\n- text: YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 194640\n  end_ms: 197600\n- text: I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n  start_ms: 197600\n  end_ms: 200410\n- text: I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  start_ms: 200410\n  end_ms: 203490\n- text: I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  start_ms: 203490\n  end_ms: 206310\n- text: Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n  start_ms: 206310\n  end_ms: 209520\n- text: Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  start_ms: 209520\n  end_ms: 213800\n- text: (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  start_ms: 213800\n  end_ms: 213930\n- text: We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  start_ms: 213930\n  end_ms: 216150\n- text: You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  start_ms: 216150\n  end_ms: 218500\n- text: Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  start_ms: 218500\n  end_ms: 221220\n- text: Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n  start_ms: 221220\n  end_ms: 223620\n- text: I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 223620\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 230420\n- text: These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  start_ms: 230420\n  end_ms: 232760\n- text: These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  start_ms: 232760\n  end_ms: 234600\n- text: You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 234600\n  end_ms: 237990\n- text: We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  start_ms: 237990\n  end_ms: 242150\n- text: And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n  start_ms: 242150\n  end_ms: 244080\n- text: (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  start_ms: 244080\n  end_ms: 246990\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  start_ms: 246990\n  end_ms: 249850\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  start_ms: 249850\n  end_ms: 253040\n- text: Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n  start_ms: 253040\n  end_ms: 256040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 256040\nplain: |-\n  Say, 10\n  Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n  Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n  \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n  Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n  Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n  And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n  Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n  He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n  Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\n  Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n  And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n  I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n  Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\n  Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n  Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\n  He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n  He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\n  Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n  Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\n  And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\n  You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\n  When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\n  Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\n  I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n  I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\n  Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\n  I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n  (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n"},{"id":12019117,"name":"I Hate Youngboy","trackName":"I Hate Youngboy","artistName":"Youngboy Never Broke Again","albumName":"Youngboy Never Broke Again Single's & Features","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say, 10\nLet's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\nHorrid, run it up (Lil Top)\nFuck playin' up, ay, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n\"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\nQuando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\nClean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\nAnd my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\nNigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\nHe called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\nPosted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\nPost about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\nI'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\nWhy he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\nMy daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\nUsed to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\nMama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\nThey know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\nBitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\nFeds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\nBitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\nEvery nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\nSet 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\nKnow I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\nBaby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\nWant me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\nAin't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\nYoungin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\nHe get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\nI be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\nHe got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\nHe got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\nSlidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\nPussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\nNigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\nI get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\nStarr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\nBoard the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\nWhere you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\nI don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\nYour daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\nTell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\nAnd that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\nTell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\nLet me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\nStomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nFree Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\nWin or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\nDon't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\nI just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\nYou know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\nThey don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\nHear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\nFeel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\nTell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\nThey be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\nYouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\nYou fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\nWhen I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\nChinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\nMama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\nSarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\nHold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\nI'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\nYou heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\nYoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\nI don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\nI be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\nI be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\nFuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\nHah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n(Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\nWe put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\nYou already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\nBitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\nThem bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\nI guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\nThese bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\nThese fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\nThese gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\nYou heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\nWe gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\nAnd I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n(YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\nQuando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.47] Say, 10\n[00:04.17] Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n[00:06.74] Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n[00:08.37] Fuck playin' up, ay, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n[00:11.57] \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n[00:14.48] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n[00:17.33] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n[00:20.13] Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n[00:23.38] Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n[00:25.86] And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n[00:27.42] Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n[00:29.07] He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n[00:31.72] Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n[00:34.86] Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n[00:37.61] And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n[00:40.37] I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n[00:43.53] Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n[00:46.36] My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n[00:49.46] Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n[00:52.11] Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n[00:55.09] They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n[00:57.73] Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n[01:00.92] Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n[01:03.87] Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n[01:06.82] Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n[01:09.53] Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n[01:12.54] Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n[01:15.53] Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n[01:18.49] Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n[01:20.89] Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n[01:23.89] Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n[01:26.76] He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n[01:29.46] I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n[01:32.53] He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n[01:36.04] He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n[01:38.64] Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n[01:41.72] Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n[01:44.57] Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n[01:47.08] I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n[01:49.90] Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n[01:52.94] Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n[01:55.80] Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n[01:58.57] I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n[02:01.26] Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n[02:04.17] Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n[02:07.27] And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n[02:10.73] Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n[02:13.60] Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n[02:16.63] Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:19.30] Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n[02:22.32] Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n[02:25.33] Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n[02:28.04] I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n[02:31.64] You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n[02:34.51] They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n[02:37.56] Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n[02:40.28] Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n[02:43.16] Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n[02:46.19] They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n[02:48.87] YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n[02:51.75] You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n[02:54.78] When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n[02:57.34] Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n[03:00.32] Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n[03:03.22] Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n[03:06.38] Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n[03:09.07] I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n[03:12.04] You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n[03:14.66] YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n[03:17.65] I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n[03:20.44] I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n[03:23.40] I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n[03:26.36] Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n[03:29.51] Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n[03:33.87] (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n[03:33.93] We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n[03:36.18] You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n[03:38.51] Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n[03:41.24] Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n[03:43.62] I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n[03:46.91] These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n[03:50.46] These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n[03:52.76] These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n[03:54.65] You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n[03:57.91] We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n[04:02.17] And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n[04:04.02] (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n[04:06.99] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n[04:09.83] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n[04:13.02] Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n[04:16.07] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Hate Youngboy\n  artist: Youngboy Never Broke Again\n  album: Youngboy Never Broke Again Single's & Features\n  duration_ms: 261000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Say, 10\n  start_ms: 1470\n  end_ms: 4170\n- text: Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 4170\n  end_ms: 6740\n- text: Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n  start_ms: 6740\n  end_ms: 8370\n- text: Fuck playin' up, ay, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 8370\n  end_ms: 11570\n- text: '\"YoungBoy, they gon'' kill you, you better stop dissin'' them\"'\n  start_ms: 11570\n  end_ms: 14480\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  start_ms: 14480\n  end_ms: 17330\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 17330\n  end_ms: 20130\n- text: Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n  start_ms: 20130\n  end_ms: 23380\n- text: Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n  start_ms: 23380\n  end_ms: 25860\n- text: And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n  start_ms: 25860\n  end_ms: 27420\n- text: Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n  start_ms: 27420\n  end_ms: 29070\n- text: He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n  start_ms: 29070\n  end_ms: 31720\n- text: Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n  start_ms: 31720\n  end_ms: 34860\n- text: Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 34860\n  end_ms: 37610\n- text: And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n  start_ms: 37610\n  end_ms: 40370\n- text: I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n  start_ms: 40370\n  end_ms: 43530\n- text: Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  start_ms: 43530\n  end_ms: 46360\n- text: My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  start_ms: 46360\n  end_ms: 49460\n- text: Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  start_ms: 49460\n  end_ms: 52110\n- text: Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  start_ms: 52110\n  end_ms: 55090\n- text: They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 55090\n  end_ms: 57730\n- text: Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 57730\n  end_ms: 60920\n- text: Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  start_ms: 60920\n  end_ms: 63870\n- text: Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  start_ms: 63870\n  end_ms: 66820\n- text: Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n  start_ms: 66820\n  end_ms: 69530\n- text: Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  start_ms: 69530\n  end_ms: 72540\n- text: Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  start_ms: 72540\n  end_ms: 75530\n- text: Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  start_ms: 75530\n  end_ms: 78490\n- text: Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n  start_ms: 78490\n  end_ms: 80890\n- text: Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  start_ms: 80890\n  end_ms: 83890\n- text: Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  start_ms: 83890\n  end_ms: 86760\n- text: He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  start_ms: 86760\n  end_ms: 89460\n- text: I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n  start_ms: 89460\n  end_ms: 92530\n- text: He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n  start_ms: 92530\n  end_ms: 96040\n- text: He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  start_ms: 96040\n  end_ms: 98640\n- text: Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  start_ms: 98640\n  end_ms: 101720\n- text: Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n  start_ms: 101720\n  end_ms: 104570\n- text: Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  start_ms: 104570\n  end_ms: 107080\n- text: I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  start_ms: 107080\n  end_ms: 109900\n- text: Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  start_ms: 109900\n  end_ms: 112940\n- text: Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n  start_ms: 112940\n  end_ms: 115800\n- text: Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  start_ms: 115800\n  end_ms: 118570\n- text: I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  start_ms: 118570\n  end_ms: 121260\n- text: Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  start_ms: 121260\n  end_ms: 124170\n- text: Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 124170\n  end_ms: 127270\n- text: And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  start_ms: 127270\n  end_ms: 130730\n- text: Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  start_ms: 130730\n  end_ms: 133600\n- text: Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  start_ms: 133600\n  end_ms: 136630\n- text: Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 136630\n  end_ms: 139300\n- text: Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  start_ms: 139300\n  end_ms: 142320\n- text: Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  start_ms: 142320\n  end_ms: 145330\n- text: Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  start_ms: 145330\n  end_ms: 148040\n- text: I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 148040\n  end_ms: 151640\n- text: You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 151640\n  end_ms: 154510\n- text: They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 154510\n  end_ms: 157560\n- text: Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  start_ms: 157560\n  end_ms: 160280\n- text: Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 160280\n  end_ms: 163160\n- text: Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 163160\n  end_ms: 166190\n- text: They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 166190\n  end_ms: 168870\n- text: YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 168870\n  end_ms: 171750\n- text: You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n  start_ms: 171750\n  end_ms: 174780\n- text: When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  start_ms: 174780\n  end_ms: 177340\n- text: Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  start_ms: 177340\n  end_ms: 180320\n- text: Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  start_ms: 180320\n  end_ms: 183220\n- text: Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n  start_ms: 183220\n  end_ms: 186380\n- text: Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 186380\n  end_ms: 189070\n- text: I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  start_ms: 189070\n  end_ms: 192040\n- text: You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  start_ms: 192040\n  end_ms: 194660\n- text: YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 194660\n  end_ms: 197650\n- text: I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n  start_ms: 197650\n  end_ms: 200440\n- text: I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  start_ms: 200440\n  end_ms: 203400\n- text: I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  start_ms: 203400\n  end_ms: 206360\n- text: Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n  start_ms: 206360\n  end_ms: 209510\n- text: Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  start_ms: 209510\n  end_ms: 213870\n- text: (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  start_ms: 213870\n  end_ms: 213930\n- text: We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  start_ms: 213930\n  end_ms: 216180\n- text: You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  start_ms: 216180\n  end_ms: 218510\n- text: Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  start_ms: 218510\n  end_ms: 221240\n- text: Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n  start_ms: 221240\n  end_ms: 223620\n- text: I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 223620\n  end_ms: 226910\n- text: These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 226910\n  end_ms: 230460\n- text: These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  start_ms: 230460\n  end_ms: 232760\n- text: These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  start_ms: 232760\n  end_ms: 234650\n- text: You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 234650\n  end_ms: 237910\n- text: We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  start_ms: 237910\n  end_ms: 242170\n- text: And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n  start_ms: 242170\n  end_ms: 244020\n- text: (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  start_ms: 244020\n  end_ms: 246990\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  start_ms: 246990\n  end_ms: 249830\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  start_ms: 249830\n  end_ms: 253020\n- text: Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n  start_ms: 253020\n  end_ms: 256070\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 256070\nplain: |-\n  Say, 10\n  Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n  Fuck playin' up, ay, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n  \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n  Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n  Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n  And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n  Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n  He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n  Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\n  Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n  And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n  I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n  Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\n  Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n  Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\n  He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n  He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\n  Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n  Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\n  And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\n  You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\n  When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\n  Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\n  I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n  I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\n  Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\n  I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n  (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n"},{"id":18064846,"name":"I Hate YoungBoy (Paused)","trackName":"I Hate YoungBoy (Paused)","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"I Hate YoungBoy","duration":261.818,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say, 10\nLet's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\nHorrid, run it up (Lil Top)\nFuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n\"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\nQuando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n\nClean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin let that chop blow\nAnd my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\nNigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\nHe called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\nPosted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\nPost about it, bitch, I got like thirty mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\nI'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\nWhy he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n\nMy daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\nUsed to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\nMama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\nThey know I'm on house arrest so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\nBitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\nFeds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\nBitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\nEvery nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\nSet 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\nKnow I keep that nine with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\nBaby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\nWant me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n\nAin't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\nYoungin bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\nHe get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\nI be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\nHe got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, bow, bow)\nHe got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\nSlidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\nPussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\nNigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\nI get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\nStarr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\nBoard the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' thrax\n\nWhere you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\nI don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (I'll bust at you)\nYour daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\nTell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\nAnd that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L,\" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\nTell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy,\" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\nLet me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\nStomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\nFree Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\nWin or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\nDon't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\nI just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\nYou know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\nThey don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\nHear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\nFeel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n\nTell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\nThey be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\nYouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\nYou fuck with them, don't fuck with me, and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\nWhen I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\nChinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\nMama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (no! No!)\nSarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\nHold on, I ain't ra- I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\nI'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\nYou heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\nYoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\nI don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\nI be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (That be him)\nI be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (Ha)\nFuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\nHah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\nWe put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\nYou already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\nBitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n\nThem bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\nI guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\nThese bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\nThese fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n\nThey gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\nYou heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\nWe gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\nAnd I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\nYoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem?\nQuando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.56] Say, 10\n[00:04.42] Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n[00:06.75] Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n[00:08.16] Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n[00:11.33] \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n[00:14.29] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n[00:17.45] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n[00:20.39] Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n[00:23.23] Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin let that chop blow\n[00:25.84] And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n[00:27.48] Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n[00:29.05] He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n[00:31.93] Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n[00:34.84] Post about it, bitch, I got like thirty mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n[00:37.78] And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n[00:40.36] I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n[00:43.56] Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n[00:46.18] My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n[00:49.23] Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n[00:52.42] Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n[00:55.02] They know I'm on house arrest so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n[00:57.74] Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n[01:00.97] Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n[01:03.83] Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n[01:06.72] Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n[01:09.64] Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n[01:12.51] Know I keep that nine with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n[01:15.38] Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n[01:18.32] Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n[01:20.74] Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n[01:24.14] Youngin bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n[01:26.79] He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n[01:29.65] I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n[01:32.80] He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, bow, bow)\n[01:35.94] He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n[01:38.59] Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n[01:41.48] Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n[01:44.68] Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n[01:47.08] I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n[01:49.90] Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n[01:52.83] Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' thrax\n[01:55.97] Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n[01:58.67] I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (I'll bust at you)\n[02:01.57] Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n[02:04.41] Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n[02:07.35] And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L,\" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n[02:10.72] Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy,\" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n[02:13.68] Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n[02:16.82] Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:19.45] Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n[02:22.39] Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n[02:25.23] Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n[02:28.19] I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n[02:31.75] You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n[02:34.36] They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n[02:37.72] Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n[02:40.28] Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n[02:43.08] Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n[02:46.09] They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n[02:48.61] YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n[02:51.60] You fuck with them, don't fuck with me, and that's just how that go (how that go)\n[02:54.43] When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n[02:57.50] Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n[03:00.07] Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (no! No!)\n[03:03.23] Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n[03:06.43] Hold on, I ain't ra- I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n[03:09.35] I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n[03:11.91] You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n[03:14.62] YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n[03:17.85] I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n[03:20.71] I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (That be him)\n[03:23.54] I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (Ha)\n[03:26.42] Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n[03:29.67] Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n[03:33.51] We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n[03:36.33] You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n[03:38.42] Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n[03:41.04] Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n[03:43.82] I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n[03:46.75] These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n[03:50.48] These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n[03:52.81] They gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n[03:54.99] You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n[03:57.88] We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n[04:01.95] And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n[04:04.15] YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n[04:07.09] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n[04:09.95] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem?\n[04:12.81] Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n[04:15.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Hate YoungBoy (Paused)\n  artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n  album: I Hate YoungBoy\n  duration_ms: 261818\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Say, 10\n  start_ms: 1560\n  end_ms: 4420\n- text: Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 4420\n  end_ms: 6750\n- text: Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n  start_ms: 6750\n  end_ms: 8160\n- text: Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 8160\n  end_ms: 11330\n- text: '\"YoungBoy, they gon'' kill you, you better stop dissin'' them\"'\n  start_ms: 11330\n  end_ms: 14290\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  start_ms: 14290\n  end_ms: 17450\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 17450\n  end_ms: 20390\n- text: Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n  start_ms: 20390\n  end_ms: 23230\n- text: Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin let that chop blow\n  start_ms: 23230\n  end_ms: 25840\n- text: And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n  start_ms: 25840\n  end_ms: 27480\n- text: Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n  start_ms: 27480\n  end_ms: 29050\n- text: He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n  start_ms: 29050\n  end_ms: 31930\n- text: Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n  start_ms: 31930\n  end_ms: 34840\n- text: Post about it, bitch, I got like thirty mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 34840\n  end_ms: 37780\n- text: And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n  start_ms: 37780\n  end_ms: 40360\n- text: I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n  start_ms: 40360\n  end_ms: 43560\n- text: Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  start_ms: 43560\n  end_ms: 46180\n- text: My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  start_ms: 46180\n  end_ms: 49230\n- text: Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  start_ms: 49230\n  end_ms: 52420\n- text: Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  start_ms: 52420\n  end_ms: 55020\n- text: They know I'm on house arrest so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 55020\n  end_ms: 57740\n- text: Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 57740\n  end_ms: 60970\n- text: Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  start_ms: 60970\n  end_ms: 63830\n- text: Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  start_ms: 63830\n  end_ms: 66720\n- text: Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n  start_ms: 66720\n  end_ms: 69640\n- text: Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  start_ms: 69640\n  end_ms: 72510\n- text: Know I keep that nine with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  start_ms: 72510\n  end_ms: 75380\n- text: Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  start_ms: 75380\n  end_ms: 78320\n- text: Want me for to die? 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These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  start_ms: 191910\n  end_ms: 194620\n- text: YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 194620\n  end_ms: 197850\n- text: I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n  start_ms: 197850\n  end_ms: 200710\n- text: I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (That be him)\n  start_ms: 200710\n  end_ms: 203540\n- text: I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (Ha)\n  start_ms: 203540\n  end_ms: 206420\n- text: Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n  start_ms: 206420\n  end_ms: 209670\n- text: Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  start_ms: 209670\n  end_ms: 213510\n- text: We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  start_ms: 213510\n  end_ms: 216330\n- text: You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  start_ms: 216330\n  end_ms: 218420\n- text: Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  start_ms: 218420\n  end_ms: 221040\n- text: Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n  start_ms: 221040\n  end_ms: 223820\n- text: I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 223820\n  end_ms: 226750\n- text: These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 226750\n  end_ms: 230480\n- text: These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  start_ms: 230480\n  end_ms: 232810\n- text: They gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  start_ms: 232810\n  end_ms: 234990\n- text: You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 234990\n  end_ms: 237880\n- text: We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  start_ms: 237880\n  end_ms: 241950\n- text: And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n  start_ms: 241950\n  end_ms: 244150\n- text: YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  start_ms: 244150\n  end_ms: 247090\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  start_ms: 247090\n  end_ms: 249950\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem?\n  start_ms: 249950\n  end_ms: 252810\n- text: Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n  start_ms: 252810\n  end_ms: 255790\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 255790\nplain: |-\n  Say, 10\n  Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n  Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n  \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n  Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n\n  Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin let that chop blow\n  And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n  Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n  He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n  Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\n  Post about it, bitch, I got like thirty mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n  And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n  I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n  Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n\n  My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  They know I'm on house arrest so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\n  Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  Know I keep that nine with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n\n  Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  Youngin bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\n  He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, bow, bow)\n  He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\n  Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' thrax\n\n  Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (I'll bust at you)\n  Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\n  And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L,\" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy,\" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n\n  Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\n  You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n\n  Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  You fuck with them, don't fuck with me, and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\n  When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (no! No!)\n  Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\n  Hold on, I ain't ra- I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\n  I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n  I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (That be him)\n  I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (Ha)\n  Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\n  Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n\n  Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n  I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n\n  They gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n  YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin 'nem?\n  Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n"},{"id":16548859,"name":"I Hate Youngboy","trackName":"I Hate Youngboy","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"I Hate YoungBoy (Single)","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say, 10\nLet's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\nHorrid, run it up (Lil Top)\nFuck playin' up, ay, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n\"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\nQuando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\nClean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\nAnd my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\nNigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\nHe called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\nPosted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\nPost about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\nI'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\nWhy he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\nMy daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\nUsed to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\nMama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\nThey know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\nBitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\nFeds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\nBitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\nEvery nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\nSet 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\nKnow I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\nBaby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\nWant me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\nAin't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\nYoungin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\nHe get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\nI be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\nHe got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\nHe got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\nSlidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\nPussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\nNigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\nI get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\nStarr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\nBoard the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\nWhere you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\nI don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\nYour daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\nTell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\nAnd that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\nTell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\nLet me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\nStomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nFree Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\nWin or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\nDon't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\nI just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\nYou know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\nThey don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\nHear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\nFeel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\nTell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\nThey be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\nYouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\nYou fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\nWhen I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\nChinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\nMama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\nSarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\nHold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\nI'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\nYou heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\nYoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\nI don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\nI be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\nI be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\nFuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\nHah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n(Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\nWe put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\nYou already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\nBitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\nThem bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\nI guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\nThese bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\nThese fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\nThese gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\nYou heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\nWe gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\nAnd I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n(YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\nQuando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.48] Say, 10\n[00:04.16] Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n[00:06.75] Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n[00:08.33] Fuck playin' up, ay, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n[00:11.54] \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n[00:14.40] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n[00:17.38] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n[00:20.14] Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n[00:23.09] Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n[00:25.83] And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n[00:27.48] Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n[00:29.01] He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n[00:31.76] Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n[00:34.85] Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n[00:37.67] And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n[00:40.32] I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n[00:43.55] Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n[00:46.33] My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n[00:49.42] Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n[00:52.14] Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n[00:55.00] They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n[00:57.70] Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n[01:00.91] Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n[01:03.82] Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n[01:06.83] Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n[01:09.59] Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n[01:12.58] Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n[01:15.57] Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n[01:18.45] Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n[01:20.80] Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n[01:23.83] Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n[01:26.74] He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n[01:29.46] I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n[01:32.59] He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n[01:36.08] He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n[01:38.60] Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n[01:41.79] Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n[01:44.56] Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n[01:47.04] I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n[01:49.99] Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n[01:52.99] Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n[01:55.83] Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n[01:58.50] I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n[02:01.26] Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n[02:04.19] Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n[02:07.27] And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n[02:10.79] Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n[02:13.64] Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n[02:16.60] Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:19.31] Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n[02:22.39] Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n[02:25.31] Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n[02:28.02] I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n[02:31.60] You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n[02:34.53] They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n[02:37.55] Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n[02:40.20] Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n[02:43.12] Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n[02:46.12] They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n[02:48.85] YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n[02:51.72] You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n[02:54.76] When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n[02:57.30] Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n[03:00.39] Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n[03:03.05] Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n[03:06.38] Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n[03:09.09] I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n[03:12.05] You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n[03:14.64] YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n[03:17.64] I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n[03:20.44] I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n[03:23.44] I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n[03:26.38] Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n[03:29.54] Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n[03:33.81] (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n[03:33.97] We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n[03:36.12] You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n[03:38.52] Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n[03:41.24] Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n[03:43.66] I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n[03:46.97] These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n[03:50.49] These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n[03:52.78] These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n[03:54.62] You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n[03:57.92] We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n[04:02.18] And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n[04:04.08] (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n[04:06.90] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n[04:09.80] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n[04:13.06] Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n[04:16.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Hate Youngboy\n  artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n  album: I Hate YoungBoy (Single)\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Say, 10\n  start_ms: 1480\n  end_ms: 4160\n- text: Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 4160\n  end_ms: 6750\n- text: Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n  start_ms: 6750\n  end_ms: 8330\n- text: Fuck playin' up, ay, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 8330\n  end_ms: 11540\n- text: '\"YoungBoy, they gon'' kill you, you better stop dissin'' them\"'\n  start_ms: 11540\n  end_ms: 14400\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  start_ms: 14400\n  end_ms: 17380\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 17380\n  end_ms: 20140\n- text: Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n  start_ms: 20140\n  end_ms: 23090\n- text: Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n  start_ms: 23090\n  end_ms: 25830\n- text: And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n  start_ms: 25830\n  end_ms: 27480\n- text: Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n  start_ms: 27480\n  end_ms: 29010\n- text: He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n  start_ms: 29010\n  end_ms: 31760\n- text: Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n  start_ms: 31760\n  end_ms: 34850\n- text: Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 34850\n  end_ms: 37670\n- text: And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n  start_ms: 37670\n  end_ms: 40320\n- text: I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n  start_ms: 40320\n  end_ms: 43550\n- text: Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  start_ms: 43550\n  end_ms: 46330\n- text: My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  start_ms: 46330\n  end_ms: 49420\n- text: Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  start_ms: 49420\n  end_ms: 52140\n- text: Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  start_ms: 52140\n  end_ms: 55000\n- text: They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 55000\n  end_ms: 57700\n- text: Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 57700\n  end_ms: 60910\n- text: Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  start_ms: 60910\n  end_ms: 63820\n- text: Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  start_ms: 63820\n  end_ms: 66830\n- text: Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n  start_ms: 66830\n  end_ms: 69590\n- text: Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  start_ms: 69590\n  end_ms: 72580\n- text: Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  start_ms: 72580\n  end_ms: 75570\n- text: Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  start_ms: 75570\n  end_ms: 78450\n- text: Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n  start_ms: 78450\n  end_ms: 80800\n- text: Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  start_ms: 80800\n  end_ms: 83830\n- text: Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  start_ms: 83830\n  end_ms: 86740\n- text: He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  start_ms: 86740\n  end_ms: 89460\n- text: I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n  start_ms: 89460\n  end_ms: 92590\n- text: He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n  start_ms: 92590\n  end_ms: 96080\n- text: He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  start_ms: 96080\n  end_ms: 98600\n- text: Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  start_ms: 98600\n  end_ms: 101790\n- text: Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n  start_ms: 101790\n  end_ms: 104560\n- text: Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  start_ms: 104560\n  end_ms: 107040\n- text: I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  start_ms: 107040\n  end_ms: 109990\n- text: Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  start_ms: 109990\n  end_ms: 112990\n- text: Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n  start_ms: 112990\n  end_ms: 115830\n- text: Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  start_ms: 115830\n  end_ms: 118500\n- text: I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  start_ms: 118500\n  end_ms: 121260\n- text: Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  start_ms: 121260\n  end_ms: 124190\n- text: Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 124190\n  end_ms: 127270\n- text: And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  start_ms: 127270\n  end_ms: 130790\n- text: Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  start_ms: 130790\n  end_ms: 133640\n- text: Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  start_ms: 133640\n  end_ms: 136600\n- text: Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 136600\n  end_ms: 139310\n- text: Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  start_ms: 139310\n  end_ms: 142390\n- text: Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  start_ms: 142390\n  end_ms: 145310\n- text: Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  start_ms: 145310\n  end_ms: 148020\n- text: I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 148020\n  end_ms: 151600\n- text: You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 151600\n  end_ms: 154530\n- text: They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 154530\n  end_ms: 157550\n- text: Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  start_ms: 157550\n  end_ms: 160200\n- text: Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 160200\n  end_ms: 163120\n- text: Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 163120\n  end_ms: 166120\n- text: They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 166120\n  end_ms: 168850\n- text: YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 168850\n  end_ms: 171720\n- text: You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n  start_ms: 171720\n  end_ms: 174760\n- text: When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  start_ms: 174760\n  end_ms: 177300\n- text: Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  start_ms: 177300\n  end_ms: 180390\n- text: Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  start_ms: 180390\n  end_ms: 183050\n- text: Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n  start_ms: 183050\n  end_ms: 186380\n- text: Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 186380\n  end_ms: 189090\n- text: I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  start_ms: 189090\n  end_ms: 192050\n- text: You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  start_ms: 192050\n  end_ms: 194640\n- text: YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 194640\n  end_ms: 197640\n- text: I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n  start_ms: 197640\n  end_ms: 200440\n- text: I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  start_ms: 200440\n  end_ms: 203440\n- text: I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  start_ms: 203440\n  end_ms: 206380\n- text: Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n  start_ms: 206380\n  end_ms: 209540\n- text: Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  start_ms: 209540\n  end_ms: 213810\n- text: (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  start_ms: 213810\n  end_ms: 213970\n- text: We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  start_ms: 213970\n  end_ms: 216120\n- text: You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  start_ms: 216120\n  end_ms: 218520\n- text: Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  start_ms: 218520\n  end_ms: 221240\n- text: Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n  start_ms: 221240\n  end_ms: 223660\n- text: I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 223660\n  end_ms: 226970\n- text: These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 226970\n  end_ms: 230490\n- text: These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  start_ms: 230490\n  end_ms: 232780\n- text: These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  start_ms: 232780\n  end_ms: 234620\n- text: You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 234620\n  end_ms: 237920\n- text: We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  start_ms: 237920\n  end_ms: 242180\n- text: And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n  start_ms: 242180\n  end_ms: 244080\n- text: (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  start_ms: 244080\n  end_ms: 246900\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  start_ms: 246900\n  end_ms: 249800\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  start_ms: 249800\n  end_ms: 253060\n- text: Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n  start_ms: 253060\n  end_ms: 256030\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 256030\nplain: |-\n  Say, 10\n  Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n  Fuck playin' up, ay, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n  \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n  Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n  Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n  And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n  Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n  He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n  Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\n  Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n  And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n  I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n  Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\n  Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n  Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\n  He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n  He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\n  Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n  Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\n  And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\n  You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\n  When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\n  Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\n  I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n  I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\n  Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\n  I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n  (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n"},{"id":14400890,"name":"No Switch","trackName":"No Switch","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"I Hate YoungBoy","duration":180.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Grr, bow, bow, bitch\nThese niggas hoes (ayy, chase him)\nYou already know how I get down, you heard me?\nThese bitch ass niggas\nYou know how it turn out every time (you already know, bitch)\nYou heard me? I'm out that north (that Northside)\nYou heard me? Make pistols spark, you heard me?\nThey be hard, you heard me?\nThey be like Yamahas, you heard me?\n.45 Glocks and shit\n\nAll these niggas talkin' 'bout them switches, choppa came automatic\nRed flag, you know the business\nPop his ass, we drop his ass\nThat be that green flag activity\nAll these niggas talkin' 'bout killin' me\nSo bet, let's get it started\nThey know I been a murder man\nWe bust his brain, jump in that water\n\nHold on, swim like you a shark, bitch\nShow him he a goldfish, show him how that pole hit\nWalk down with that four-nick'\nHold on, talkin' bout that glizzy switch\nMy nigga, get your soul lit\nKnow you heard 'bout all these bodies, we be wildin'\nThat gravediggin' shit\n\nPallbearers bring your body to the grave (mm-hmm)\nDon't do no missin' wit' these K's, and that's on Dave (mm-hmm)\nDon't give a fuck about where you from\nWe leave you slumped, and that's on Dump\nOn bottom, the Draco got a drum\nCome out the window, then we dump (bow, bow)\n\nLeave him dead, bro, don't call my phone\nI'm bein' investigated by DOJ and the Feds\nSlime gon' have the money, where you stay at?\nI'm a child, that's how I play it\nWatchin' 'toons while gettin' head\nBackyardigans inside my bed\nThen I switch to Bob the Builder\nTake a bitch then body build her\nThey know I like bodies, I catch bodies with the slimest niggas\nThey know I be wildin', from my mama house, I shot a nigga\nFuck it, shoulda split his fitted\n\nAll these pussy niggas talkin' 'bout them switches, this choppa came automatic\nRed flag, you know the business\nPop his ass, we drop his ass\nThat be that green flag activity\nAll these niggas talkin' 'bout killin' me\nSo bet, let's get it started\nThey know I been a murder mane\nWe bust his brain, jump in that water\n\nHold on, swim like you a shark, bitch\nShow him he a goldfish, show him how that pole hit\nWalk down with that four-nick'\nHold on, talkin' bout that glizzy switch\nMy nigga, get your soul lit\nKnow you heard 'bout all these bodies, we be wildin'\nThat gravediggin' shit\n\nShawty got that ass, that's my lil' baby, I buy her a bottle\nDon Julio, plus my lil' four, he got all them narcotics\n1942, or pour a four, I go to diddy boppin'\nMakeup on my face, or either way, bitch, you don't want my problems\n\nThey know I'm gon' see about it\nThey know I don't give no fuck\nThey know they don't want to see Lul Tim jump from out that truck\nThey know Quando rollin' like them 60s, buck, he put you up\nKnow I'm a thug ass nigga out that north, and I'ma throw it up\n\nAnd I'm in this bitch, I whacked that bitch but innocent\nI buy my babymama anything, bitch, 'cause I'm really rich\nI pull up on that silly shit, I'm laughin', but it turn out bad\nTry to fight me, I'ma pop you daddy\n4MATIC, you can catch me in that Maybach flashin'\n\nThis choppa came automatic\nRed flag, you know the business\nPop his ass, we drop his ass\nThat be that green flag activity\nAll these niggas talkin' 'bout killin' me\nSo bet, let's get it started\nThey know I been a murder mane\nWe bust his brain, jump in that water\n\nHold on, swim like you a shark, bitch\nShow him he a goldfish, show him how that pole hit\nWalk down with that four-nick'\nHold on, talkin' bout that glizzy switch\nMy nigga, get your soul lit\nKnow you heard 'bout all these bodies, we be wildin'\nThat gravediggin' shit\n\nNigga, I'm way from the South, bitch\nI'm from the bottom of the-\nI'm from the bottom of the motherfuckin' United States\nYou heard me?\nWe ain't nothin' but some alligators, you heard me\nSome rapper slayers, you already know, 4\nYou know it, whole lot of convicts and shit (haha)\nPussy ass nigga, they don't like me\nBitch, I don't like you neither","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.30] Grr, bow, bow, bitch\n[00:04.43] These niggas hoes (ayy, chase him)\n[00:06.45] You already know how I get down, you heard me?\n[00:08.56] These bitch ass niggas\n[00:09.60] You know how it turn out every time (you already know, bitch)\n[00:11.69] You heard me? I'm out that north (that Northside)\n[00:13.91] You heard me? Make pistols spark, you heard me?\n[00:16.30] They be hard, you heard me?\n[00:17.66] They be like Yamahas, you heard me?\n[00:19.45] .45 Glocks and shit\n[00:21.39] All these niggas talkin' 'bout them switches, choppa came automatic\n[00:24.29] Red flag, you know the business\n[00:25.44] Pop his ass, we drop his ass\n[00:27.01] That be that green flag activity\n[00:28.57] All these niggas talkin' 'bout killin' me\n[00:29.89] So bet, let's get it started\n[00:31.17] They know I been a murder man\n[00:32.50] We bust his brain, jump in that water\n[00:34.05] Hold on, swim like you a shark, bitch\n[00:35.81] Show him he a goldfish, show him how that pole hit\n[00:38.52] Walk down with that four-nick'\n[00:39.89] Hold on, talkin' bout that glizzy switch\n[00:41.41] My nigga, get your soul lit\n[00:42.73] Know you heard 'bout all these bodies, we be wildin'\n[00:44.51] That gravediggin' shit\n[00:45.54] Pallbearers bring your body to the grave (mm-hmm)\n[00:47.96] Don't do no missin' wit' 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I'm out that north (that Northside)\n  You heard me? Make pistols spark, you heard me?\n  They be hard, you heard me?\n  They be like Yamahas, you heard me?\n  .45 Glocks and shit\n\n  All these niggas talkin' 'bout them switches, choppa came automatic\n  Red flag, you know the business\n  Pop his ass, we drop his ass\n  That be that green flag activity\n  All these niggas talkin' 'bout killin' me\n  So bet, let's get it started\n  They know I been a murder man\n  We bust his brain, jump in that water\n\n  Hold on, swim like you a shark, bitch\n  Show him he a goldfish, show him how that pole hit\n  Walk down with that four-nick'\n  Hold on, talkin' bout that glizzy switch\n  My nigga, get your soul lit\n  Know you heard 'bout all these bodies, we be wildin'\n  That gravediggin' shit\n\n  Pallbearers bring your body to the grave (mm-hmm)\n  Don't do no missin' wit' these K's, and that's on Dave (mm-hmm)\n  Don't give a fuck about where you from\n  We leave you slumped, and that's on Dump\n  On bottom, the Draco got a drum\n  Come out the 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talkin' bout that glizzy switch\n  My nigga, get your soul lit\n  Know you heard 'bout all these bodies, we be wildin'\n  That gravediggin' shit\n\n  Shawty got that ass, that's my lil' baby, I buy her a bottle\n  Don Julio, plus my lil' four, he got all them narcotics\n  1942, or pour a four, I go to diddy boppin'\n  Makeup on my face, or either way, bitch, you don't want my problems\n\n  They know I'm gon' see about it\n  They know I don't give no fuck\n  They know they don't want to see Lul Tim jump from out that truck\n  They know Quando rollin' like them 60s, buck, he put you up\n  Know I'm a thug ass nigga out that north, and I'ma throw it up\n\n  And I'm in this bitch, I whacked that bitch but innocent\n  I buy my babymama anything, bitch, 'cause I'm really rich\n  I pull up on that silly shit, I'm laughin', but it turn out bad\n  Try to fight me, I'ma pop you daddy\n  4MATIC, you can catch me in that Maybach flashin'\n\n  This choppa came automatic\n  Red flag, you know the 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Top)\nFuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n\"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\nQuando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\nClean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\nAnd my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\nNigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\nHe called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\nPosted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\nPost about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\nI'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\nWhy he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\nMy daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\nUsed to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\nMama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\nThey know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\nBitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\nFeds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\nBitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\nEvery nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\nSet 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\nKnow I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\nBaby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\nWant me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\nAin't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\nYoungin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\nHe get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\nI be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\nHe got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\nHe got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\nSlidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\nPussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\nNigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\nI get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\nStarr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\nBoard the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\nWhere you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\nI don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\nYour daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\nTell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\nAnd that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\nTell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\nLet me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\nStomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nFree Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\nWin or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\nDon't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\nI just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\nYou know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\nThey don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\nHear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\nFeel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\nTell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\nThey be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\nYouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\nYou fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\nWhen I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\nChinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\nMama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\nSarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\nHold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\nI'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\nYou heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\nYoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\nI don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\nI be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\nI be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\nFuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\nHah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n(Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\nWe put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\nYou already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\nBitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\nThem bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\nI guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\nThese bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\nThese fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\nThese gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\nYou heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\nWe gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\nAnd I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n(YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\nQuando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.44] Say, 10\n[00:04.11] Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n[00:07.03] Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n[00:08.37] Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n[00:11.55] \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n[00:14.45] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n[00:17.30] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n[00:20.16] Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n[00:23.30] Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n[00:25.89] And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n[00:27.46] Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n[00:29.08] He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n[00:31.77] Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n[00:34.82] Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n[00:37.62] And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n[00:40.37] I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n[00:43.56] Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n[00:46.34] My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n[00:49.46] Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n[00:52.11] Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n[00:55.06] They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n[00:57.78] Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n[01:00.96] Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n[01:03.85] Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n[01:06.83] Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n[01:09.54] Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n[01:12.50] Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n[01:15.58] Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n[01:18.44] Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n[01:20.89] Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n[01:23.83] Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n[01:26.78] He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n[01:29.41] I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n[01:32.56] He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n[01:36.05] He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n[01:38.66] Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n[01:41.72] Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n[01:44.55] Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n[01:47.03] I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n[01:49.92] Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n[01:52.94] Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n[01:55.80] Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n[01:58.50] I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n[02:01.21] Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n[02:04.12] Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n[02:07.23] And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n[02:10.79] Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n[02:13.68] Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n[02:16.67] Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:19.35] Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n[02:22.30] Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n[02:25.33] Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n[02:28.04] I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n[02:31.66] You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n[02:34.59] They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n[02:37.58] Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n[02:40.20] Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n[02:43.19] Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n[02:46.16] They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n[02:48.84] YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n[02:51.79] You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n[02:54.79] When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n[02:57.33] Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n[03:00.30] Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n[03:03.26] Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n[03:06.39] Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n[03:09.07] I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n[03:12.09] You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n[03:14.64] YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n[03:17.60] I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n[03:20.41] I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n[03:23.49] I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n[03:26.31] Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n[03:29.52] Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n[03:33.80] (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n[03:33.93] We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n[03:36.15] You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n[03:38.50] Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n[03:41.22] Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n[03:43.62] I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n[03:46.95] These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n[03:50.42] These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n[03:52.76] These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n[03:54.60] You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n[03:57.99] We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n[04:02.15] And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n[04:04.08] (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n[04:06.99] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n[04:09.85] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n[04:13.04] Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n[04:16.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Hate YoungBoy\n  artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n  album: The Last Slimeto\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Say, 10\n  start_ms: 1440\n  end_ms: 4110\n- text: Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 4110\n  end_ms: 7030\n- text: Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n  start_ms: 7030\n  end_ms: 8370\n- text: Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 8370\n  end_ms: 11550\n- text: '\"YoungBoy, they gon'' kill you, you better stop dissin'' them\"'\n  start_ms: 11550\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  start_ms: 14450\n  end_ms: 17300\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? 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No!)\n  start_ms: 180300\n  end_ms: 183260\n- text: Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n  start_ms: 183260\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 189070\n- text: I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  start_ms: 189070\n  end_ms: 192090\n- text: You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  start_ms: 192090\n  end_ms: 194640\n- text: YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 194640\n  end_ms: 197600\n- text: I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n  start_ms: 197600\n  end_ms: 200410\n- text: I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  start_ms: 200410\n  end_ms: 203490\n- text: I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  start_ms: 203490\n  end_ms: 206310\n- text: Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n  start_ms: 206310\n  end_ms: 209520\n- text: Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  start_ms: 209520\n  end_ms: 213800\n- text: (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  start_ms: 213800\n  end_ms: 213930\n- text: We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  start_ms: 213930\n  end_ms: 216150\n- text: You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  start_ms: 216150\n  end_ms: 218500\n- text: Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  start_ms: 218500\n  end_ms: 221220\n- text: Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n  start_ms: 221220\n  end_ms: 223620\n- text: I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 223620\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 230420\n- text: These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  start_ms: 230420\n  end_ms: 232760\n- text: These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  start_ms: 232760\n  end_ms: 234600\n- text: You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 234600\n  end_ms: 237990\n- text: We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  start_ms: 237990\n  end_ms: 242150\n- text: And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n  start_ms: 242150\n  end_ms: 244080\n- text: (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  start_ms: 244080\n  end_ms: 246990\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  start_ms: 246990\n  end_ms: 249850\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  start_ms: 249850\n  end_ms: 253040\n- text: Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n  start_ms: 253040\n  end_ms: 256040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 256040\nplain: |-\n  Say, 10\n  Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n  Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n  \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n  Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n  Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n  And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n  Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n  He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n  Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\n  Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n  And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n  I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n  Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\n  Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n  Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\n  He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n  He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\n  Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n  Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\n  And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\n  You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\n  When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\n  Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\n  I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n  I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\n  Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\n  I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n  (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n"},{"id":6803388,"name":"I Hate YoungBoy","trackName":"I Hate YoungBoy","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"The Last Slimeto Sampler","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say, 10\nLet's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\nHorrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\nFuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n\"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\nQuando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\nClean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\nAnd my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\nNigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\nHe called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\nPosted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\nPost about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\nI'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\nWhy he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\nMy daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\nUsed to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\nMama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\nThey know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\nBitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\nFeds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\nBitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\nEvery nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\nSet 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\nKnow I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\nBaby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\nWant me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\nAin't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\nYoungin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\nHe get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\nI be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\nHe got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\nHe got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\nSlidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\nPussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\nNigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\nI get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\nStarr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\nBoard the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\nWhere you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\nI don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\nYour daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\nTell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\nAnd that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\nTell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\nLet me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\nStomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nFree Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\nWin or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\nDon't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\nI just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\nYou know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\nThey don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\nHear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\nFeel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\nTell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\nThey be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\nYouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\nYou fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\nWhen I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\nChinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\nMama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\nSarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\nHold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\nI'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\nYou heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\nYoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\nI don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\nI be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\nI be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\nFuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\nHah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n(Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\nWe put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\nYou already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\nBitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\nThem bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\nI guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\nThese bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\nThese fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\nThese gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\nYou heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\nWe gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\nAnd I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n(YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\nQuando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.44] Say, 10\n[00:04.11] Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n[00:07.03] Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n[00:08.37] Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n[00:11.55] \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n[00:14.45] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n[00:17.30] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n[00:20.16] Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n[00:23.30] Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n[00:25.89] And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n[00:27.46] Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n[00:29.08] He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n[00:31.77] Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n[00:34.82] Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n[00:37.62] And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n[00:40.37] I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n[00:43.56] Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n[00:46.34] My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n[00:49.46] Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n[00:52.11] Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n[00:55.06] They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n[00:57.78] Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n[01:00.96] Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n[01:03.85] Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n[01:06.83] Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n[01:09.54] Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n[01:12.50] Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n[01:15.58] Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n[01:18.44] Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n[01:20.89] Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n[01:23.83] Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n[01:26.78] He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n[01:29.41] I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n[01:32.56] He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n[01:36.05] He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n[01:38.66] Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n[01:41.72] Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n[01:44.55] Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n[01:47.03] I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n[01:49.92] Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n[01:52.94] Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n[01:55.80] Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n[01:58.50] I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n[02:01.21] Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n[02:04.12] Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n[02:07.23] And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n[02:10.79] Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n[02:13.68] Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n[02:16.67] Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:19.35] Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n[02:22.30] Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n[02:25.33] Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n[02:28.04] I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n[02:31.66] You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n[02:34.59] They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n[02:37.58] Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n[02:40.20] Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n[02:43.19] Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n[02:46.16] They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n[02:48.84] YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n[02:51.79] You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n[02:54.79] When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n[02:57.33] Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n[03:00.30] Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n[03:03.26] Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n[03:06.39] Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n[03:09.07] I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n[03:12.09] You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n[03:14.64] YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n[03:17.60] I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n[03:20.41] I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n[03:23.49] I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n[03:26.31] Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n[03:29.52] Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n[03:33.80] (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n[03:33.93] We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n[03:36.15] You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n[03:38.50] Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n[03:41.22] Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n[03:43.62] I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n[03:46.95] These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n[03:50.42] These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n[03:52.76] These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n[03:54.60] You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n[03:57.99] We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n[04:02.15] And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n[04:04.08] (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n[04:06.99] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n[04:09.85] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n[04:13.04] Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n[04:16.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Hate YoungBoy\n  artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n  album: The Last Slimeto Sampler\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Say, 10\n  start_ms: 1440\n  end_ms: 4110\n- text: Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 4110\n  end_ms: 7030\n- text: Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n  start_ms: 7030\n  end_ms: 8370\n- text: Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 8370\n  end_ms: 11550\n- text: '\"YoungBoy, they gon'' kill you, you better stop dissin'' them\"'\n  start_ms: 11550\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  start_ms: 14450\n  end_ms: 17300\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? 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Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  start_ms: 43560\n  end_ms: 46340\n- text: My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  start_ms: 46340\n  end_ms: 49460\n- text: Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  start_ms: 49460\n  end_ms: 52110\n- text: Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  start_ms: 52110\n  end_ms: 55060\n- text: They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 55060\n  end_ms: 57780\n- text: Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 57780\n  end_ms: 60960\n- text: Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  start_ms: 60960\n  end_ms: 63850\n- text: Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  start_ms: 63850\n  end_ms: 66830\n- text: Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n  start_ms: 66830\n  end_ms: 69540\n- text: Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  start_ms: 69540\n  end_ms: 72500\n- text: Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  start_ms: 72500\n  end_ms: 75580\n- text: Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  start_ms: 75580\n  end_ms: 78440\n- text: Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n  start_ms: 78440\n  end_ms: 80890\n- text: Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  start_ms: 80890\n  end_ms: 83830\n- text: Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  start_ms: 83830\n  end_ms: 86780\n- text: He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  start_ms: 86780\n  end_ms: 89410\n- text: I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n  start_ms: 89410\n  end_ms: 92560\n- text: He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n  start_ms: 92560\n  end_ms: 96050\n- text: He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  start_ms: 96050\n  end_ms: 98660\n- text: Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  start_ms: 98660\n  end_ms: 101720\n- text: Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n  start_ms: 101720\n  end_ms: 104550\n- text: Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  start_ms: 104550\n  end_ms: 107030\n- text: I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  start_ms: 107030\n  end_ms: 109920\n- text: Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  start_ms: 109920\n  end_ms: 112940\n- text: Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n  start_ms: 112940\n  end_ms: 115800\n- text: Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  start_ms: 115800\n  end_ms: 118500\n- text: I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  start_ms: 118500\n  end_ms: 121210\n- text: Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  start_ms: 121210\n  end_ms: 124120\n- text: Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 124120\n  end_ms: 127230\n- text: And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  start_ms: 127230\n  end_ms: 130790\n- text: Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  start_ms: 130790\n  end_ms: 133680\n- text: Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  start_ms: 133680\n  end_ms: 136670\n- text: Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 136670\n  end_ms: 139350\n- text: Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  start_ms: 139350\n  end_ms: 142300\n- text: Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  start_ms: 142300\n  end_ms: 145330\n- text: Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  start_ms: 145330\n  end_ms: 148040\n- text: I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 148040\n  end_ms: 151660\n- text: You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 151660\n  end_ms: 154590\n- text: They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 154590\n  end_ms: 157580\n- text: Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  start_ms: 157580\n  end_ms: 160200\n- text: Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 160200\n  end_ms: 163190\n- text: Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 163190\n  end_ms: 166160\n- text: They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 166160\n  end_ms: 168840\n- text: YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 168840\n  end_ms: 171790\n- text: You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n  start_ms: 171790\n  end_ms: 174790\n- text: When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  start_ms: 174790\n  end_ms: 177330\n- text: Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  start_ms: 177330\n  end_ms: 180300\n- text: Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  start_ms: 180300\n  end_ms: 183260\n- text: Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n  start_ms: 183260\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 189070\n- text: I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  start_ms: 189070\n  end_ms: 192090\n- text: You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  start_ms: 192090\n  end_ms: 194640\n- text: YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 194640\n  end_ms: 197600\n- text: I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n  start_ms: 197600\n  end_ms: 200410\n- text: I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  start_ms: 200410\n  end_ms: 203490\n- text: I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  start_ms: 203490\n  end_ms: 206310\n- text: Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n  start_ms: 206310\n  end_ms: 209520\n- text: Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  start_ms: 209520\n  end_ms: 213800\n- text: (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  start_ms: 213800\n  end_ms: 213930\n- text: We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  start_ms: 213930\n  end_ms: 216150\n- text: You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  start_ms: 216150\n  end_ms: 218500\n- text: Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  start_ms: 218500\n  end_ms: 221220\n- text: Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n  start_ms: 221220\n  end_ms: 223620\n- text: I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 223620\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 230420\n- text: These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  start_ms: 230420\n  end_ms: 232760\n- text: These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  start_ms: 232760\n  end_ms: 234600\n- text: You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 234600\n  end_ms: 237990\n- text: We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  start_ms: 237990\n  end_ms: 242150\n- text: And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n  start_ms: 242150\n  end_ms: 244080\n- text: (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  start_ms: 244080\n  end_ms: 246990\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  start_ms: 246990\n  end_ms: 249850\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  start_ms: 249850\n  end_ms: 253040\n- text: Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n  start_ms: 253040\n  end_ms: 256040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 256040\nplain: |-\n  Say, 10\n  Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n  Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n  \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n  Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n  Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n  And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n  Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n  He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n  Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\n  Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n  And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n  I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n  Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\n  Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n  Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\n  He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n  He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\n  Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n  Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\n  And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\n  You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\n  When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\n  Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\n  I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n  I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\n  Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\n  I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n  (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n"},{"id":30829607,"name":"I Hate YoungBoy","trackName":"I Hate YoungBoy","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"4:22","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say, 10\nLet's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\nHorrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\nFuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n\"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\nQuando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\nClean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\nAnd my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\nNigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\nHe called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\nPosted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\nPost about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\nI'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\nWhy he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\nMy daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\nUsed to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\nMama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\nThey know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\nBitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\nFeds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\nBitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\nEvery nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\nSet 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\nKnow I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\nBaby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\nWant me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\nAin't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\nYoungin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\nHe get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\nI be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\nHe got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\nHe got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\nSlidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\nPussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\nNigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\nI get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\nStarr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\nBoard the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\nWhere you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\nI don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\nYour daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\nTell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\nAnd that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\nTell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\nLet me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\nStomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nFree Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\nWin or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\nDon't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\nI just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\nYou know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\nThey don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\nHear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\nFeel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\nTell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\nThey be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\nYouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\nYou fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\nWhen I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\nChinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\nMama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\nSarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\nHold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\nI'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\nYou heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\nYoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\nI don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\nI be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\nI be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\nFuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\nHah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n(Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\nWe put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\nYou already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\nBitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\nThem bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\nI guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\nThese bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\nThese fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\nThese gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\nYou heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\nWe gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\nAnd I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n(YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\nQuando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.44] Say, 10\n[00:04.11] Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n[00:07.03] Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n[00:08.37] Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n[00:11.55] \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n[00:14.45] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n[00:17.30] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n[00:20.16] Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n[00:23.30] Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n[00:25.89] And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n[00:27.46] Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n[00:29.08] He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n[00:31.77] Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n[00:34.82] Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n[00:37.62] And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n[00:40.37] I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n[00:43.56] Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n[00:46.34] My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n[00:49.46] Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n[00:52.11] Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n[00:55.06] They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n[00:57.78] Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n[01:00.96] Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n[01:03.85] Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n[01:06.83] Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n[01:09.54] Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n[01:12.50] Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n[01:15.58] Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n[01:18.44] Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n[01:20.89] Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n[01:23.83] Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n[01:26.78] He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n[01:29.41] I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n[01:32.56] He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n[01:36.05] He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n[01:38.66] Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n[01:41.72] Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n[01:44.55] Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n[01:47.03] I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n[01:49.92] Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n[01:52.94] Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n[01:55.80] Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n[01:58.50] I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n[02:01.21] Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n[02:04.12] Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n[02:07.23] And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n[02:10.79] Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n[02:13.68] Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n[02:16.67] Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:19.35] Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n[02:22.30] Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n[02:25.33] Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n[02:28.04] I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n[02:31.66] You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n[02:34.59] They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n[02:37.58] Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n[02:40.20] Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n[02:43.19] Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n[02:46.16] They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n[02:48.84] YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n[02:51.79] You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n[02:54.79] When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n[02:57.33] Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n[03:00.30] Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n[03:03.26] Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n[03:06.39] Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n[03:09.07] I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n[03:12.09] You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n[03:14.64] YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n[03:17.60] I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n[03:20.41] I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n[03:23.49] I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n[03:26.31] Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n[03:29.52] Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n[03:33.80] (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n[03:33.93] We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n[03:36.15] You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n[03:38.50] Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n[03:41.22] Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n[03:43.62] I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n[03:46.95] These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n[03:50.42] These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n[03:52.76] These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n[03:54.60] You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n[03:57.99] We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n[04:02.15] And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n[04:04.08] (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n[04:06.99] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n[04:09.85] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n[04:13.04] Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n[04:16.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Hate YoungBoy\n  artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n  album: 4:22\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Say, 10\n  start_ms: 1440\n  end_ms: 4110\n- text: Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 4110\n  end_ms: 7030\n- text: Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n  start_ms: 7030\n  end_ms: 8370\n- text: Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 8370\n  end_ms: 11550\n- text: '\"YoungBoy, they gon'' kill you, you better stop dissin'' them\"'\n  start_ms: 11550\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  start_ms: 14450\n  end_ms: 17300\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? 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Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  start_ms: 43560\n  end_ms: 46340\n- text: My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  start_ms: 46340\n  end_ms: 49460\n- text: Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  start_ms: 49460\n  end_ms: 52110\n- text: Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  start_ms: 52110\n  end_ms: 55060\n- text: They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 55060\n  end_ms: 57780\n- text: Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 57780\n  end_ms: 60960\n- text: Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  start_ms: 60960\n  end_ms: 63850\n- text: Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  start_ms: 63850\n  end_ms: 66830\n- text: Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n  start_ms: 66830\n  end_ms: 69540\n- text: Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  start_ms: 69540\n  end_ms: 72500\n- text: Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  start_ms: 72500\n  end_ms: 75580\n- text: Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  start_ms: 75580\n  end_ms: 78440\n- text: Want me for to die? 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No!)\n  start_ms: 180300\n  end_ms: 183260\n- text: Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n  start_ms: 183260\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 189070\n- text: I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  start_ms: 189070\n  end_ms: 192090\n- text: You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  start_ms: 192090\n  end_ms: 194640\n- text: YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 194640\n  end_ms: 197600\n- text: I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n  start_ms: 197600\n  end_ms: 200410\n- text: I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  start_ms: 200410\n  end_ms: 203490\n- text: I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  start_ms: 203490\n  end_ms: 206310\n- text: Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n  start_ms: 206310\n  end_ms: 209520\n- text: Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  start_ms: 209520\n  end_ms: 213800\n- text: (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  start_ms: 213800\n  end_ms: 213930\n- text: We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  start_ms: 213930\n  end_ms: 216150\n- text: You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  start_ms: 216150\n  end_ms: 218500\n- text: Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  start_ms: 218500\n  end_ms: 221220\n- text: Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n  start_ms: 221220\n  end_ms: 223620\n- text: I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 223620\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 230420\n- text: These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  start_ms: 230420\n  end_ms: 232760\n- text: These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  start_ms: 232760\n  end_ms: 234600\n- text: You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 234600\n  end_ms: 237990\n- text: We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  start_ms: 237990\n  end_ms: 242150\n- text: And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n  start_ms: 242150\n  end_ms: 244080\n- text: (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  start_ms: 244080\n  end_ms: 246990\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  start_ms: 246990\n  end_ms: 249850\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  start_ms: 249850\n  end_ms: 253040\n- text: Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n  start_ms: 253040\n  end_ms: 256040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 256040\nplain: |-\n  Say, 10\n  Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n  Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n  \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n  Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n  Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n  And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n  Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n  He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n  Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\n  Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n  And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n  I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n  Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\n  Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n  Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\n  He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n  He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\n  Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n  Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\n  And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\n  You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\n  When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\n  Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\n  I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n  I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\n  Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\n  I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n  (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n"},{"id":30147358,"name":"I Hate YoungBoy","trackName":"I Hate YoungBoy","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"Video Songs","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say, 10\nLet's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\nHorrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\nFuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n\"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\nQuando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\nClean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\nAnd my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\nNigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\nHe called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\nPosted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\nPost about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\nI'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\nWhy he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\nMy daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\nUsed to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\nMama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\nThey know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\nBitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\nFeds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\nBitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\nEvery nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\nSet 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\nKnow I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\nBaby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\nWant me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\nAin't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\nYoungin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\nHe get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\nI be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\nHe got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\nHe got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\nSlidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\nPussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\nNigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\nI get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\nStarr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\nBoard the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\nWhere you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\nI don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\nYour daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\nTell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\nAnd that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\nTell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\nLet me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\nStomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nFree Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\nWin or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\nDon't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\nI just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\nYou know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\nThey don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\nHear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\nFeel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\nTell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\nThey be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\nYouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\nYou fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\nWhen I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\nChinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\nMama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\nSarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\nHold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\nI'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\nYou heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\nYoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\nI don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\nI be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\nI be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\nFuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\nHah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n(Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\nWe put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\nYou already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\nBitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\nThem bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\nI guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\nThese bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\nThese fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\nThese gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\nYou heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\nWe gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\nAnd I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n(YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\nQuando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.44] Say, 10\n[00:04.11] Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n[00:07.03] Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n[00:08.37] Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n[00:11.55] \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n[00:14.45] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n[00:17.30] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n[00:20.16] Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n[00:23.30] Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n[00:25.89] And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n[00:27.46] Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n[00:29.08] He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n[00:31.77] Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n[00:34.82] Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n[00:37.62] And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n[00:40.37] I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n[00:43.56] Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n[00:46.34] My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n[00:49.46] Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n[00:52.11] Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n[00:55.06] They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n[00:57.78] Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n[01:00.96] Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n[01:03.85] Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n[01:06.83] Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n[01:09.54] Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n[01:12.50] Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n[01:15.58] Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n[01:18.44] Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n[01:20.89] Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n[01:23.83] Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n[01:26.78] He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n[01:29.41] I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n[01:32.56] He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n[01:36.05] He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n[01:38.66] Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n[01:41.72] Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n[01:44.55] Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n[01:47.03] I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n[01:49.92] Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n[01:52.94] Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n[01:55.80] Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n[01:58.50] I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n[02:01.21] Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n[02:04.12] Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n[02:07.23] And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n[02:10.79] Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n[02:13.68] Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n[02:16.67] Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:19.35] Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n[02:22.30] Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n[02:25.33] Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n[02:28.04] I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n[02:31.66] You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n[02:34.59] They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n[02:37.58] Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n[02:40.20] Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n[02:43.19] Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n[02:46.16] They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n[02:48.84] YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n[02:51.79] You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n[02:54.79] When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n[02:57.33] Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n[03:00.30] Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n[03:03.26] Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n[03:06.39] Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n[03:09.07] I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n[03:12.09] You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n[03:14.64] YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n[03:17.60] I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n[03:20.41] I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n[03:23.49] I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n[03:26.31] Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n[03:29.52] Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n[03:33.80] (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n[03:33.93] We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n[03:36.15] You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n[03:38.50] Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n[03:41.22] Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n[03:43.62] I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n[03:46.95] These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n[03:50.42] These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n[03:52.76] These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n[03:54.60] You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n[03:57.99] We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n[04:02.15] And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n[04:04.08] (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n[04:06.99] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n[04:09.85] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n[04:13.04] Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n[04:16.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Hate YoungBoy\n  artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n  album: Video Songs\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Say, 10\n  start_ms: 1440\n  end_ms: 4110\n- text: Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 4110\n  end_ms: 7030\n- text: Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n  start_ms: 7030\n  end_ms: 8370\n- text: Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 8370\n  end_ms: 11550\n- text: '\"YoungBoy, they gon'' kill you, you better stop dissin'' them\"'\n  start_ms: 11550\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  start_ms: 14450\n  end_ms: 17300\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? 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Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n  start_ms: 78440\n  end_ms: 80890\n- text: Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  start_ms: 80890\n  end_ms: 83830\n- text: Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  start_ms: 83830\n  end_ms: 86780\n- text: He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  start_ms: 86780\n  end_ms: 89410\n- text: I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n  start_ms: 89410\n  end_ms: 92560\n- text: He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n  start_ms: 92560\n  end_ms: 96050\n- text: He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  start_ms: 96050\n  end_ms: 98660\n- text: Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  start_ms: 98660\n  end_ms: 101720\n- text: Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n  start_ms: 101720\n  end_ms: 104550\n- text: Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  start_ms: 104550\n  end_ms: 107030\n- text: I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  start_ms: 107030\n  end_ms: 109920\n- text: Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  start_ms: 109920\n  end_ms: 112940\n- text: Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n  start_ms: 112940\n  end_ms: 115800\n- text: Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  start_ms: 115800\n  end_ms: 118500\n- text: I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  start_ms: 118500\n  end_ms: 121210\n- text: Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  start_ms: 121210\n  end_ms: 124120\n- text: Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 124120\n  end_ms: 127230\n- text: And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  start_ms: 127230\n  end_ms: 130790\n- text: Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  start_ms: 130790\n  end_ms: 133680\n- text: Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  start_ms: 133680\n  end_ms: 136670\n- text: Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 136670\n  end_ms: 139350\n- text: Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  start_ms: 139350\n  end_ms: 142300\n- text: Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  start_ms: 142300\n  end_ms: 145330\n- text: Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  start_ms: 145330\n  end_ms: 148040\n- text: I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 148040\n  end_ms: 151660\n- text: You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 151660\n  end_ms: 154590\n- text: They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 154590\n  end_ms: 157580\n- text: Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  start_ms: 157580\n  end_ms: 160200\n- text: Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 160200\n  end_ms: 163190\n- text: Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 163190\n  end_ms: 166160\n- text: They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 166160\n  end_ms: 168840\n- text: YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 168840\n  end_ms: 171790\n- text: You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n  start_ms: 171790\n  end_ms: 174790\n- text: When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  start_ms: 174790\n  end_ms: 177330\n- text: Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  start_ms: 177330\n  end_ms: 180300\n- text: Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  start_ms: 180300\n  end_ms: 183260\n- text: Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n  start_ms: 183260\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 189070\n- text: I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  start_ms: 189070\n  end_ms: 192090\n- text: You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  start_ms: 192090\n  end_ms: 194640\n- text: YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 194640\n  end_ms: 197600\n- text: I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n  start_ms: 197600\n  end_ms: 200410\n- text: I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  start_ms: 200410\n  end_ms: 203490\n- text: I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  start_ms: 203490\n  end_ms: 206310\n- text: Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n  start_ms: 206310\n  end_ms: 209520\n- text: Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  start_ms: 209520\n  end_ms: 213800\n- text: (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  start_ms: 213800\n  end_ms: 213930\n- text: We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  start_ms: 213930\n  end_ms: 216150\n- text: You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  start_ms: 216150\n  end_ms: 218500\n- text: Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  start_ms: 218500\n  end_ms: 221220\n- text: Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n  start_ms: 221220\n  end_ms: 223620\n- text: I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 223620\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 230420\n- text: These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  start_ms: 230420\n  end_ms: 232760\n- text: These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  start_ms: 232760\n  end_ms: 234600\n- text: You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 234600\n  end_ms: 237990\n- text: We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  start_ms: 237990\n  end_ms: 242150\n- text: And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n  start_ms: 242150\n  end_ms: 244080\n- text: (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  start_ms: 244080\n  end_ms: 246990\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  start_ms: 246990\n  end_ms: 249850\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  start_ms: 249850\n  end_ms: 253040\n- text: Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n  start_ms: 253040\n  end_ms: 256040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 256040\nplain: |-\n  Say, 10\n  Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n  Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n  \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n  Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n  Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n  And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n  Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n  He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n  Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\n  Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n  And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n  I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n  Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\n  Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n  Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\n  He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n  He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\n  Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n  Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\n  And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\n  You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\n  When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\n  Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\n  I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n  I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\n  Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\n  I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n  (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n"},{"id":33195382,"name":"I Hate YoungBoy","trackName":"I Hate YoungBoy","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"The Last Slimeto Sampler","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say, 10\nLet's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\nHorrid, run it up (Lil Top)\nFuck playin' up, ay, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n\"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\nQuando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\nClean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\nAnd my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\nNigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\nHe called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\nPosted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\nPost about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\nI'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\nWhy he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\nMy daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\nUsed to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\nMama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\nThey know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\nBitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\nFeds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\nBitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\nEvery nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\nSet 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\nKnow I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\nBaby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\nWant me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\nAin't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\nYoungin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\nHe get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\nI be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\nHe got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\nHe got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\nSlidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\nPussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\nNigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\nI get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\nStarr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\nBoard the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\nWhere you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\nI don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\nYour daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\nTell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\nAnd that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\nTell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\nLet me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\nStomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nFree Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\nWin or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\nDon't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\nI just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\nYou know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\nThey don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\nHear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\nFeel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\nTell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\nThey be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\nYouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\nYou fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\nWhen I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\nChinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\nMama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\nSarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\nHold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\nI'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\nYou heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\nYoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\nI don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\nI be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\nI be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\nFuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\nHah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n(Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\nWe put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\nYou already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\nBitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\nThem bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\nI guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\nThese bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\nThese fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\nThese gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\nYou heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\nWe gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\nAnd I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n(YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\nQuando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.45] Say, 10\n[00:04.14] Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n[00:06.70] Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n[00:08.36] Fuck playin' up, ay, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n[00:11.51] \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n[00:14.47] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n[00:17.33] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n[00:20.18] Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n[00:23.01] Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n[00:25.84] And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n[00:27.42] Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n[00:29.01] He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n[00:31.76] Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n[00:34.86] Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n[00:37.66] And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n[00:40.31] I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n[00:43.57] Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n[00:46.32] My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n[00:49.49] Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n[00:52.13] Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n[00:55.02] They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n[00:57.77] Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n[01:00.99] Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n[01:03.80] Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n[01:06.81] Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n[01:09.52] Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n[01:12.52] Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n[01:15.50] Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n[01:18.49] Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n[01:20.86] Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n[01:23.86] Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n[01:26.74] He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n[01:29.41] I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n[01:32.57] He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n[01:36.01] He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n[01:38.62] Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n[01:41.74] Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n[01:44.54] Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n[01:47.01] I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n[01:49.95] Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n[01:52.98] Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n[01:55.83] Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n[01:58.56] I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n[02:01.25] Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n[02:04.19] Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n[02:07.22] And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n[02:10.76] Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n[02:13.67] Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n[02:16.65] Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:19.36] Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n[02:22.30] Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n[02:25.37] Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n[02:28.03] I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n[02:31.60] You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n[02:34.57] They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n[02:37.55] Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n[02:40.22] Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n[02:43.10] Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n[02:46.15] They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n[02:48.81] YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n[02:51.77] You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n[02:54.71] When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n[02:57.36] Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n[03:00.38] Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n[03:03.09] Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n[03:06.37] Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n[03:09.00] I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n[03:12.03] You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n[03:14.61] YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n[03:17.61] I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n[03:20.48] I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n[03:23.40] I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n[03:26.35] Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n[03:29.55] Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n[03:33.85] (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n[03:33.95] We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n[03:36.18] You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n[03:38.52] Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n[03:41.22] Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n[03:43.63] I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n[03:46.98] These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n[03:50.43] These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n[03:52.70] These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n[03:54.62] You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n[03:57.93] We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n[04:02.18] And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n[04:04.07] (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n[04:06.95] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n[04:09.89] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n[04:13.03] Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n[04:16.07] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: \"\\uFEFFI Hate YoungBoy\"\n  artist: \"\\uFEFFYoungBoy Never Broke Again\"\n  album: \"\\uFEFFThe Last Slimeto Sampler\"\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Say, 10\n  start_ms: 1450\n  end_ms: 4140\n- text: Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 4140\n  end_ms: 6700\n- text: Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n  start_ms: 6700\n  end_ms: 8360\n- text: Fuck playin' up, ay, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 8360\n  end_ms: 11510\n- text: '\"YoungBoy, they gon'' kill you, you better stop dissin'' them\"'\n  start_ms: 11510\n  end_ms: 14470\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  start_ms: 14470\n  end_ms: 17330\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? 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Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  start_ms: 43570\n  end_ms: 46320\n- text: My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  start_ms: 46320\n  end_ms: 49490\n- text: Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  start_ms: 49490\n  end_ms: 52130\n- text: Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  start_ms: 52130\n  end_ms: 55020\n- text: They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 55020\n  end_ms: 57770\n- text: Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 57770\n  end_ms: 60990\n- text: Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  start_ms: 60990\n  end_ms: 63800\n- text: Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  start_ms: 63800\n  end_ms: 66810\n- text: Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n  start_ms: 66810\n  end_ms: 69520\n- text: Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  start_ms: 69520\n  end_ms: 72520\n- text: Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  start_ms: 72520\n  end_ms: 75500\n- text: Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  start_ms: 75500\n  end_ms: 78490\n- text: Want me for to die? 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No!)\n  start_ms: 180380\n  end_ms: 183090\n- text: Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n  start_ms: 183090\n  end_ms: 186370\n- text: Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 186370\n  end_ms: 189000\n- text: I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  start_ms: 189000\n  end_ms: 192030\n- text: You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  start_ms: 192030\n  end_ms: 194610\n- text: YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 194610\n  end_ms: 197610\n- text: I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n  start_ms: 197610\n  end_ms: 200480\n- text: I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  start_ms: 200480\n  end_ms: 203400\n- text: I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  start_ms: 203400\n  end_ms: 206350\n- text: Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n  start_ms: 206350\n  end_ms: 209550\n- text: Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  start_ms: 209550\n  end_ms: 213850\n- text: (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  start_ms: 213850\n  end_ms: 213950\n- text: We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  start_ms: 213950\n  end_ms: 216180\n- text: You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  start_ms: 216180\n  end_ms: 218520\n- text: Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  start_ms: 218520\n  end_ms: 221220\n- text: Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n  start_ms: 221220\n  end_ms: 223630\n- text: I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 223630\n  end_ms: 226980\n- text: These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 226980\n  end_ms: 230430\n- text: These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  start_ms: 230430\n  end_ms: 232700\n- text: These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  start_ms: 232700\n  end_ms: 234620\n- text: You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 234620\n  end_ms: 237930\n- text: We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  start_ms: 237930\n  end_ms: 242180\n- text: And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n  start_ms: 242180\n  end_ms: 244070\n- text: (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  start_ms: 244070\n  end_ms: 246950\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  start_ms: 246950\n  end_ms: 249890\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  start_ms: 249890\n  end_ms: 253030\n- text: Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n  start_ms: 253030\n  end_ms: 256070\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 256070\nplain: |-\n  Say, 10\n  Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n  Fuck playin' up, ay, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n  \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n  Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n  Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n  And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n  Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n  He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n  Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\n  Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n  And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n  I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n  Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\n  Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n  Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\n  He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n  He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\n  Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n  Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\n  And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\n  You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\n  When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\n  Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\n  I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n  I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\n  Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\n  I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n  (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n"},{"id":32616062,"name":"I Hate Youngboy","trackName":"I Hate Youngboy","artistName":"Youngboy Never Broke Again","albumName":"Billboard Hot 100 Singles Chart 16 April 2022","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say, 10\nLet's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\nHorrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\nFuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n\"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\nQuando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\nClean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\nAnd my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\nNigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\nHe called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\nPosted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\nPost about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\nI'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\nWhy he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\nMy daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\nUsed to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\nMama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\nThey know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\nBitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\nFeds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\nBitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\nEvery nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\nSet 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\nKnow I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\nBaby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\nWant me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\nAin't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\nYoungin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\nHe get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\nI be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\nHe got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\nHe got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\nSlidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\nPussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\nNigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\nI get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\nStarr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\nBoard the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\nWhere you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\nI don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\nYour daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\nTell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\nAnd that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\nTell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\nLet me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\nStomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nFree Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\nWin or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\nDon't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\nI just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\nYou know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\nThey don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\nHear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\nFeel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\nTell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\nThey be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\nYouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\nYou fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\nWhen I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\nChinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\nMama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\nSarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\nHold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\nI'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\nYou heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\nYoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\nI don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\nI be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\nI be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\nFuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\nHah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n(Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\nWe put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\nYou already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\nBitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\nThem bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\nI guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\nThese bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\nThese fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\nThese gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\nYou heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\nWe gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\nAnd I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n(YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\nQuando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.44] Say, 10\n[00:04.11] Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n[00:07.03] Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n[00:08.37] Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n[00:11.55] \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n[00:14.45] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n[00:17.30] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n[00:20.16] Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n[00:23.30] Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n[00:25.89] And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n[00:27.46] Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n[00:29.08] He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n[00:31.77] Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n[00:34.82] Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n[00:37.62] And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n[00:40.37] I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n[00:43.56] Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n[00:46.34] My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n[00:49.46] Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n[00:52.11] Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n[00:55.06] They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n[00:57.78] Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n[01:00.96] Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n[01:03.85] Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n[01:06.83] Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n[01:09.54] Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n[01:12.50] Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n[01:15.58] Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n[01:18.44] Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n[01:20.89] Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n[01:23.83] Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n[01:26.78] He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n[01:29.41] I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n[01:32.56] He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n[01:36.05] He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n[01:38.66] Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n[01:41.72] Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n[01:44.55] Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n[01:47.03] I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n[01:49.92] Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n[01:52.94] Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n[01:55.80] Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n[01:58.50] I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n[02:01.21] Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n[02:04.12] Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n[02:07.23] And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n[02:10.79] Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n[02:13.68] Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n[02:16.67] Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:19.35] Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n[02:22.30] Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n[02:25.33] Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n[02:28.04] I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n[02:31.66] You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n[02:34.59] They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n[02:37.58] Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n[02:40.20] Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n[02:43.19] Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n[02:46.16] They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n[02:48.84] YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n[02:51.79] You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n[02:54.79] When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n[02:57.33] Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n[03:00.30] Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n[03:03.26] Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n[03:06.39] Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n[03:09.07] I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n[03:12.09] You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n[03:14.64] YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n[03:17.60] I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n[03:20.41] I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n[03:23.49] I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n[03:26.31] Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n[03:29.52] Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n[03:33.80] (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n[03:33.93] We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n[03:36.15] You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n[03:38.50] Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n[03:41.22] Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n[03:43.62] I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n[03:46.95] These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n[03:50.42] These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n[03:52.76] These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n[03:54.60] You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n[03:57.99] We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n[04:02.15] And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n[04:04.08] (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n[04:06.99] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n[04:09.85] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n[04:13.04] Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n[04:16.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Hate Youngboy\n  artist: Youngboy Never Broke Again\n  album: Billboard Hot 100 Singles Chart 16 April 2022\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Say, 10\n  start_ms: 1440\n  end_ms: 4110\n- text: Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 4110\n  end_ms: 7030\n- text: Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n  start_ms: 7030\n  end_ms: 8370\n- text: Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 8370\n  end_ms: 11550\n- text: '\"YoungBoy, they gon'' kill you, you better stop dissin'' them\"'\n  start_ms: 11550\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  start_ms: 14450\n  end_ms: 17300\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? 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Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  start_ms: 43560\n  end_ms: 46340\n- text: My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  start_ms: 46340\n  end_ms: 49460\n- text: Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  start_ms: 49460\n  end_ms: 52110\n- text: Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  start_ms: 52110\n  end_ms: 55060\n- text: They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 55060\n  end_ms: 57780\n- text: Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 57780\n  end_ms: 60960\n- text: Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  start_ms: 60960\n  end_ms: 63850\n- text: Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  start_ms: 63850\n  end_ms: 66830\n- text: Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n  start_ms: 66830\n  end_ms: 69540\n- text: Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  start_ms: 69540\n  end_ms: 72500\n- text: Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  start_ms: 72500\n  end_ms: 75580\n- text: Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  start_ms: 75580\n  end_ms: 78440\n- text: Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n  start_ms: 78440\n  end_ms: 80890\n- text: Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  start_ms: 80890\n  end_ms: 83830\n- text: Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  start_ms: 83830\n  end_ms: 86780\n- text: He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  start_ms: 86780\n  end_ms: 89410\n- text: I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n  start_ms: 89410\n  end_ms: 92560\n- text: He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n  start_ms: 92560\n  end_ms: 96050\n- text: He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  start_ms: 96050\n  end_ms: 98660\n- text: Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  start_ms: 98660\n  end_ms: 101720\n- text: Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n  start_ms: 101720\n  end_ms: 104550\n- text: Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  start_ms: 104550\n  end_ms: 107030\n- text: I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  start_ms: 107030\n  end_ms: 109920\n- text: Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  start_ms: 109920\n  end_ms: 112940\n- text: Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n  start_ms: 112940\n  end_ms: 115800\n- text: Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  start_ms: 115800\n  end_ms: 118500\n- text: I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  start_ms: 118500\n  end_ms: 121210\n- text: Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  start_ms: 121210\n  end_ms: 124120\n- text: Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 124120\n  end_ms: 127230\n- text: And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  start_ms: 127230\n  end_ms: 130790\n- text: Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  start_ms: 130790\n  end_ms: 133680\n- text: Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  start_ms: 133680\n  end_ms: 136670\n- text: Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 136670\n  end_ms: 139350\n- text: Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  start_ms: 139350\n  end_ms: 142300\n- text: Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  start_ms: 142300\n  end_ms: 145330\n- text: Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  start_ms: 145330\n  end_ms: 148040\n- text: I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 148040\n  end_ms: 151660\n- text: You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 151660\n  end_ms: 154590\n- text: They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 154590\n  end_ms: 157580\n- text: Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  start_ms: 157580\n  end_ms: 160200\n- text: Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 160200\n  end_ms: 163190\n- text: Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 163190\n  end_ms: 166160\n- text: They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 166160\n  end_ms: 168840\n- text: YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 168840\n  end_ms: 171790\n- text: You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n  start_ms: 171790\n  end_ms: 174790\n- text: When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  start_ms: 174790\n  end_ms: 177330\n- text: Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  start_ms: 177330\n  end_ms: 180300\n- text: Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  start_ms: 180300\n  end_ms: 183260\n- text: Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n  start_ms: 183260\n  end_ms: 186390\n- text: Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 186390\n  end_ms: 189070\n- text: I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  start_ms: 189070\n  end_ms: 192090\n- text: You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  start_ms: 192090\n  end_ms: 194640\n- text: YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 194640\n  end_ms: 197600\n- text: I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n  start_ms: 197600\n  end_ms: 200410\n- text: I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  start_ms: 200410\n  end_ms: 203490\n- text: I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  start_ms: 203490\n  end_ms: 206310\n- text: Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n  start_ms: 206310\n  end_ms: 209520\n- text: Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  start_ms: 209520\n  end_ms: 213800\n- text: (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  start_ms: 213800\n  end_ms: 213930\n- text: We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  start_ms: 213930\n  end_ms: 216150\n- text: You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  start_ms: 216150\n  end_ms: 218500\n- text: Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  start_ms: 218500\n  end_ms: 221220\n- text: Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n  start_ms: 221220\n  end_ms: 223620\n- text: I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 223620\n  end_ms: 226950\n- text: These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 226950\n  end_ms: 230420\n- text: These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  start_ms: 230420\n  end_ms: 232760\n- text: These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  start_ms: 232760\n  end_ms: 234600\n- text: You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 234600\n  end_ms: 237990\n- text: We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  start_ms: 237990\n  end_ms: 242150\n- text: And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n  start_ms: 242150\n  end_ms: 244080\n- text: (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  start_ms: 244080\n  end_ms: 246990\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  start_ms: 246990\n  end_ms: 249850\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  start_ms: 249850\n  end_ms: 253040\n- text: Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n  start_ms: 253040\n  end_ms: 256040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 256040\nplain: |-\n  Say, 10\n  Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top)\n  Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n  \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n  Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n  Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n  And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n  Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n  He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n  Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\n  Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n  And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n  I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n  Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\n  Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n  Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\n  He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n  He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\n  Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n  Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\n  And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\n  You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\n  When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\n  Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\n  I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip)\n  I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\n  Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\n  I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n  (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n"},{"id":16201250,"name":"I Hate YoungBoy","trackName":"I Hate YoungBoy","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"YB Vault","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say, 10\nLet's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\nHorrid, run it up (Lil Top)\nFuck playin' up, ay, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n\"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\nQuando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\nClean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\nAnd my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\nNigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\nHe called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\nPosted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\nPost about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\nI'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\nWhy he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\nMy daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\nUsed to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\nMama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\nThey know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\nBitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\nFeds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\nBitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\nEvery nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\nSet 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\nKnow I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\nBaby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\nWant me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\nAin't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\nYoungin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\nHe get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\nI be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\nHe got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\nHe got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\nSlidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\nPussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\nNigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\nI get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\nStarr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\nBoard the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\nWhere you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\nI don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\nYour daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\nTell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\nAnd that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\nTell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\nLet me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\nStomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nFree Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\nWin or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\nDon't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\nI just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\nYou know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\nThey don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\nHear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\nFeel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\nTell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\nThey be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\nYouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\nYou fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\nWhen I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\nChinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\nMama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\nSarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\nHold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\nI'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\nYou heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\nYoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\nI don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\nI be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\nI be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\nFuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\nHah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n(Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\nWe put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\nYou already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\nBitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\nThem bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\nI guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\nThese bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\nThese fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\nThese gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\nYou heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\nWe gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\nAnd I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n(YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\nQuando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.48] Say, 10\n[00:04.16] Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n[00:06.75] Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n[00:08.33] Fuck playin' up, ay, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n[00:11.54] \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n[00:14.40] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n[00:17.38] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n[00:20.14] Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n[00:23.09] Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n[00:25.83] And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n[00:27.48] Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n[00:29.01] He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n[00:31.76] Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n[00:34.85] Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n[00:37.67] And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n[00:40.32] I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n[00:43.55] Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n[00:46.33] My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n[00:49.42] Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n[00:52.14] Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n[00:55.00] They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n[00:57.70] Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n[01:00.91] Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n[01:03.82] Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n[01:06.83] Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n[01:09.59] Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n[01:12.58] Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n[01:15.57] Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n[01:18.45] Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n[01:20.80] Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n[01:23.83] Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n[01:26.74] He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n[01:29.46] I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n[01:32.59] He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n[01:36.08] He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n[01:38.60] Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n[01:41.79] Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n[01:44.56] Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n[01:47.04] I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n[01:49.99] Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n[01:52.99] Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n[01:55.83] Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n[01:58.50] I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n[02:01.26] Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n[02:04.19] Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n[02:07.27] And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n[02:10.79] Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n[02:13.64] Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n[02:16.60] Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:19.31] Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n[02:22.39] Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n[02:25.31] Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n[02:28.02] I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n[02:31.60] You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n[02:34.53] They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n[02:37.55] Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n[02:40.20] Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n[02:43.12] Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n[02:46.12] They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n[02:48.85] YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n[02:51.72] You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n[02:54.76] When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n[02:57.30] Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n[03:00.39] Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n[03:03.05] Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n[03:06.38] Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n[03:09.09] I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n[03:12.05] You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n[03:14.64] YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n[03:17.64] I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n[03:20.44] I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n[03:23.44] I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n[03:26.38] Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n[03:29.54] Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n[03:33.81] (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n[03:33.97] We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n[03:36.12] You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n[03:38.52] Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n[03:41.24] Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n[03:43.66] I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n[03:46.97] These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n[03:50.49] These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n[03:52.78] These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n[03:54.62] You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n[03:57.92] We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n[04:02.18] And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n[04:04.08] (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n[04:06.90] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n[04:09.80] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n[04:13.06] Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n[04:16.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Hate YoungBoy\n  artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n  album: YB Vault\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Say, 10\n  start_ms: 1480\n  end_ms: 4160\n- text: Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 4160\n  end_ms: 6750\n- text: Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n  start_ms: 6750\n  end_ms: 8330\n- text: Fuck playin' up, ay, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 8330\n  end_ms: 11540\n- text: '\"YoungBoy, they gon'' kill you, you better stop dissin'' them\"'\n  start_ms: 11540\n  end_ms: 14400\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  start_ms: 14400\n  end_ms: 17380\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? 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These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  start_ms: 192050\n  end_ms: 194640\n- text: YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 194640\n  end_ms: 197640\n- text: I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n  start_ms: 197640\n  end_ms: 200440\n- text: I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  start_ms: 200440\n  end_ms: 203440\n- text: I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  start_ms: 203440\n  end_ms: 206380\n- text: Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n  start_ms: 206380\n  end_ms: 209540\n- text: Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  start_ms: 209540\n  end_ms: 213810\n- text: (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  start_ms: 213810\n  end_ms: 213970\n- text: We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  start_ms: 213970\n  end_ms: 216120\n- text: You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  start_ms: 216120\n  end_ms: 218520\n- text: Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  start_ms: 218520\n  end_ms: 221240\n- text: Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n  start_ms: 221240\n  end_ms: 223660\n- text: I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 223660\n  end_ms: 226970\n- text: These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 226970\n  end_ms: 230490\n- text: These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  start_ms: 230490\n  end_ms: 232780\n- text: These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  start_ms: 232780\n  end_ms: 234620\n- text: You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 234620\n  end_ms: 237920\n- text: We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  start_ms: 237920\n  end_ms: 242180\n- text: And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n  start_ms: 242180\n  end_ms: 244080\n- text: (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  start_ms: 244080\n  end_ms: 246900\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  start_ms: 246900\n  end_ms: 249800\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  start_ms: 249800\n  end_ms: 253060\n- text: Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n  start_ms: 253060\n  end_ms: 256030\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 256030\nplain: |-\n  Say, 10\n  Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n  Fuck playin' up, ay, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n  \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n  Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n  Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n  And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n  Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n  He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n  Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\n  Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n  And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n  I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n  Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\n  Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n  Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\n  He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n  He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\n  Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n  Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\n  And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\n  You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\n  When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\n  Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\n  I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n  I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\n  Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\n  I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n  (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n"},{"id":13482890,"name":"I Hate YoungBoy","trackName":"I Hate YoungBoy","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"Billboard Hot R&B Hip Hop Songs March 19 2022","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Say, 10\nLet's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\nHorrid, run it up (Lil Top)\nFuck playin' up, ay, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n\"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\nQuando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\nClean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\nAnd my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\nNigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\nHe called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\nPosted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\nPost about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\nAnd I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\nI'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\nWhy he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\nMy daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\nUsed to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\nMama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\nThey know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\nBitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\nFeds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\nBitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\nEvery nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\nSet 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\nKnow I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\nBaby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\nWant me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\nAin't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\nYoungin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\nHe get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\nI be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\nHe got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\nHe got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\nSlidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\nPussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\nNigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\nI get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\nStarr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\nBoard the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\nWhere you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\nI don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\nYour daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\nTell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\nAnd that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\nTell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\nLet me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\nStomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\nFree Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\nWin or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\nDon't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\nI just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\nYou know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\nThey don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\nHear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\nFeel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\nTell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\nThey be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\nYouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\nYou fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\nWhen I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\nChinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\nMama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\nSarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\nHold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\nI'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\nYou heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\nYoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\nI don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\nI be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\nI be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\nFuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\nHah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n(Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\nWe put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\nYou already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\nBitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\nThem bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\nI guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\nThese bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\nThese fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\nThese gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\nYou heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\nWe gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\nAnd I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n(YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\nTell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\nHow you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\nQuando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.48] Say, 10\n[00:04.16] Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n[00:06.75] Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n[00:08.33] Fuck playin' up, ay, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n[00:11.54] \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n[00:14.40] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n[00:17.38] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n[00:20.14] Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n[00:23.09] Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n[00:25.83] And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n[00:27.48] Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n[00:29.01] He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n[00:31.76] Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n[00:34.85] Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n[00:37.67] And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n[00:40.32] I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n[00:43.55] Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n[00:46.33] My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n[00:49.42] Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n[00:52.14] Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n[00:55.00] They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n[00:57.70] Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n[01:00.91] Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n[01:03.82] Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n[01:06.83] Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n[01:09.59] Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n[01:12.58] Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n[01:15.57] Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n[01:18.45] Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n[01:20.80] Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n[01:23.83] Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n[01:26.74] He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n[01:29.46] I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n[01:32.59] He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n[01:36.08] He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n[01:38.60] Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n[01:41.79] Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n[01:44.56] Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n[01:47.04] I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n[01:49.99] Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n[01:52.99] Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n[01:55.83] Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n[01:58.50] I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n[02:01.26] Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n[02:04.19] Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n[02:07.27] And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n[02:10.79] Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n[02:13.64] Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n[02:16.60] Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n[02:19.31] Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n[02:22.39] Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n[02:25.31] Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n[02:28.02] I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n[02:31.60] You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n[02:34.53] They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n[02:37.55] Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n[02:40.20] Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n[02:43.12] Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n[02:46.12] They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n[02:48.85] YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n[02:51.72] You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n[02:54.76] When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n[02:57.30] Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n[03:00.39] Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n[03:03.05] Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n[03:06.38] Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n[03:09.09] I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n[03:12.05] You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n[03:14.64] YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n[03:17.64] I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n[03:20.44] I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n[03:23.44] I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n[03:26.38] Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n[03:29.54] Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n[03:33.81] (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n[03:33.97] We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n[03:36.12] You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n[03:38.52] Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n[03:41.24] Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n[03:43.66] I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n[03:46.97] These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n[03:50.49] These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n[03:52.78] These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n[03:54.62] You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n[03:57.92] We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n[04:02.18] And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n[04:04.08] (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n[04:06.90] Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n[04:09.80] How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n[04:13.06] Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n[04:16.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Hate YoungBoy\n  artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n  album: Billboard Hot R&B Hip Hop Songs March 19 2022\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Say, 10\n  start_ms: 1480\n  end_ms: 4160\n- text: Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 4160\n  end_ms: 6750\n- text: Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n  start_ms: 6750\n  end_ms: 8330\n- text: Fuck playin' up, ay, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n  start_ms: 8330\n  end_ms: 11540\n- text: '\"YoungBoy, they gon'' kill you, you better stop dissin'' them\"'\n  start_ms: 11540\n  end_ms: 14400\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  start_ms: 14400\n  end_ms: 17380\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 17380\n  end_ms: 20140\n- text: Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n  start_ms: 20140\n  end_ms: 23090\n- text: Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n  start_ms: 23090\n  end_ms: 25830\n- text: And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n  start_ms: 25830\n  end_ms: 27480\n- text: Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n  start_ms: 27480\n  end_ms: 29010\n- text: He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n  start_ms: 29010\n  end_ms: 31760\n- text: Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n  start_ms: 31760\n  end_ms: 34850\n- text: Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 34850\n  end_ms: 37670\n- text: And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n  start_ms: 37670\n  end_ms: 40320\n- text: I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n  start_ms: 40320\n  end_ms: 43550\n- text: Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  start_ms: 43550\n  end_ms: 46330\n- text: My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  start_ms: 46330\n  end_ms: 49420\n- text: Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  start_ms: 49420\n  end_ms: 52140\n- text: Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  start_ms: 52140\n  end_ms: 55000\n- text: They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 55000\n  end_ms: 57700\n- text: Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 57700\n  end_ms: 60910\n- text: Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  start_ms: 60910\n  end_ms: 63820\n- text: Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  start_ms: 63820\n  end_ms: 66830\n- text: Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n  start_ms: 66830\n  end_ms: 69590\n- text: Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  start_ms: 69590\n  end_ms: 72580\n- text: Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  start_ms: 72580\n  end_ms: 75570\n- text: Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  start_ms: 75570\n  end_ms: 78450\n- text: Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n  start_ms: 78450\n  end_ms: 80800\n- text: Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  start_ms: 80800\n  end_ms: 83830\n- text: Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  start_ms: 83830\n  end_ms: 86740\n- text: He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  start_ms: 86740\n  end_ms: 89460\n- text: I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n  start_ms: 89460\n  end_ms: 92590\n- text: He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n  start_ms: 92590\n  end_ms: 96080\n- text: He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  start_ms: 96080\n  end_ms: 98600\n- text: Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  start_ms: 98600\n  end_ms: 101790\n- text: Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n  start_ms: 101790\n  end_ms: 104560\n- text: Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  start_ms: 104560\n  end_ms: 107040\n- text: I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  start_ms: 107040\n  end_ms: 109990\n- text: Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  start_ms: 109990\n  end_ms: 112990\n- text: Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n  start_ms: 112990\n  end_ms: 115830\n- text: Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  start_ms: 115830\n  end_ms: 118500\n- text: I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  start_ms: 118500\n  end_ms: 121260\n- text: Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  start_ms: 121260\n  end_ms: 124190\n- text: Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 124190\n  end_ms: 127270\n- text: And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  start_ms: 127270\n  end_ms: 130790\n- text: Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  start_ms: 130790\n  end_ms: 133640\n- text: Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  start_ms: 133640\n  end_ms: 136600\n- text: Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 136600\n  end_ms: 139310\n- text: Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  start_ms: 139310\n  end_ms: 142390\n- text: Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  start_ms: 142390\n  end_ms: 145310\n- text: Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  start_ms: 145310\n  end_ms: 148020\n- text: I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 148020\n  end_ms: 151600\n- text: You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 151600\n  end_ms: 154530\n- text: They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 154530\n  end_ms: 157550\n- text: Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  start_ms: 157550\n  end_ms: 160200\n- text: Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 160200\n  end_ms: 163120\n- text: Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 163120\n  end_ms: 166120\n- text: They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 166120\n  end_ms: 168850\n- text: YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  start_ms: 168850\n  end_ms: 171720\n- text: You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n  start_ms: 171720\n  end_ms: 174760\n- text: When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  start_ms: 174760\n  end_ms: 177300\n- text: Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  start_ms: 177300\n  end_ms: 180390\n- text: Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  start_ms: 180390\n  end_ms: 183050\n- text: Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n  start_ms: 183050\n  end_ms: 186380\n- text: Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  start_ms: 186380\n  end_ms: 189090\n- text: I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  start_ms: 189090\n  end_ms: 192050\n- text: You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  start_ms: 192050\n  end_ms: 194640\n- text: YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n  start_ms: 194640\n  end_ms: 197640\n- text: I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n  start_ms: 197640\n  end_ms: 200440\n- text: I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  start_ms: 200440\n  end_ms: 203440\n- text: I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  start_ms: 203440\n  end_ms: 206380\n- text: Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n  start_ms: 206380\n  end_ms: 209540\n- text: Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  start_ms: 209540\n  end_ms: 213810\n- text: (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  start_ms: 213810\n  end_ms: 213970\n- text: We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  start_ms: 213970\n  end_ms: 216120\n- text: You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  start_ms: 216120\n  end_ms: 218520\n- text: Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  start_ms: 218520\n  end_ms: 221240\n- text: Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n  start_ms: 221240\n  end_ms: 223660\n- text: I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 223660\n  end_ms: 226970\n- text: These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  start_ms: 226970\n  end_ms: 230490\n- text: These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  start_ms: 230490\n  end_ms: 232780\n- text: These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  start_ms: 232780\n  end_ms: 234620\n- text: You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  start_ms: 234620\n  end_ms: 237920\n- text: We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  start_ms: 237920\n  end_ms: 242180\n- text: And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n  start_ms: 242180\n  end_ms: 244080\n- text: (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  start_ms: 244080\n  end_ms: 246900\n- text: Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  start_ms: 246900\n  end_ms: 249800\n- text: How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  start_ms: 249800\n  end_ms: 253060\n- text: Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n  start_ms: 253060\n  end_ms: 256030\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 256030\nplain: |-\n  Say, 10\n  Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)\n  Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)\n  Fuck playin' up, ay, let's go (nigga, yeah)\n\n  \"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\"\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)\n  Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him\n  Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow\n  And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)\n  Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)\n  He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)\n  Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul\n\n  Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)\n  And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone\n  I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home\n  Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)\n  My daddy tell me, \"Leave it 'lone,\" but I'm like, \"Man, fuck them niggas\"\n  Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)\n  Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)\n  They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)\n\n  Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)\n  Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)\n  Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)\n  Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em\n\n  Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo\n  Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)\n  Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)\n  Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, \"Cross the line\" (come cross the line)\n  Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, \"Free Baba, that's my evil twin\" (my twin)\n  Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)\n  He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)\n  I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)\n\n  He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)\n  He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)\n  Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him\n  Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie\n\n  Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', \"Blatt\" (blatt)\n  I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)\n  Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)\n  Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax\n  Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)\n  I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)\n  Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)\n  Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)\n\n  And that lil' bitch, she say, \"4L, \" huh? I say, \"Heads or tails, slime\"\n  Tell 'em, \"Kill YoungBoy, \" all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)\n  Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)\n  Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)\n  Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)\n  Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)\n  Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more\n  I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)\n\n  You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)\n  They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)\n  Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone\n  Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)\n  Tell Apple I said, \"Fuck 'em,\" they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)\n  They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)\n  YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)\n  You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)\n\n  When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)\n  Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)\n  Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, \"No\" (No! No!)\n  Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)\n\n  Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)\n  I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, \"Fuck them\" (I don't need them, fuck)\n  You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)\n  YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)\n\n  I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)\n  I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)\n  I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)\n  Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him\n\n  Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg\n  (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)\n  We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?\n  You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?\n  Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?\n  Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy\n\n  I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas\n  These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas\n  These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it\n  These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that\n  You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?\n  We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah\n  And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that\n\n  (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them\n  Tell them niggas, \"Fuck 'em,\" man, they know that I ain't scared of them\n  How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?\n  Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)\n"}]