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Lyrics Nba Youngboy - The Last Backyard

XO, yeah
Ayy, tell me when you ready
I ain't lettin' 'em talk how they wanna
Kill 'em, they try to play me
Hustlin', got plenty paper

Try to take it, I'm gonna knock somethin' off
Smokin' on paper, keepin' my mind on murder
Fuck dissin', we tryna catch the bitch in person
That's when it goes down
Ain't no pick and choose (nah), we don't ever lose
We known to break the rules (ah)
Put that stick on dude

Now them niggas screamin' they gon' stretch me too
Blow his mind soon as that bitch go boom
Life designed, we don't leave no clues
You want my name, I want your head

So what the fuck you wanna do?
Ooh, I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin' like, ooh
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news
Niggas hatin', even got the police tryna stop him

He ran his mouth 'bout Top'nem
Got the drop and then we popped him
Should be glad that you're not him
In my Rolls-Royce ridin' with no tint
Got them sticks on us like tree limbs
Big Glocks, big knots, they know him
We be ridin' around on big rims
We be schemin' tryna zip him and all the rest
Shawty hangin' 'round a bitch'nem, we gon' put 'em all to rest

Them hoes gon' follow checks
I'm really ballin', what I got, buy all again
Backyardigans
Ooh, I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin' like, ooh
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news, yeah (look)

Drivin' fast, can't get a pass, you crash, nigga
Cross the line, we gon' bust his ass
We gon' do 'em bad, leave 'em smashed, nigga
Ridin' around with these chains on, got my pockets filled with that bag, nigga

Fuck all these hoes, then I send them home and I finish flexin' while you're mad, nigga
When I up, release the whole mag', nigga (I mean that)
Them boys done hosed it all, they tend to slum it down and they won't stop

They mad I don't be tryin' and I'm hot (and I'm hot)
Buy that Bentley, then I buy another car
I have 'em wonderin' how I done got all this money, what the fuck?
Got a watch on both my arms when they see me pullin' up (yeah, yeah)
Got all these youngins with me armed, nigga, we don't give a fuck
It go down, shoot it up

We bust and leave a niggas stuck, run with the crowd, catch up with us (Who made this shit?)
Ooh, I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news (TayTayMadeTheBeat)
Them choppers screamin' like, ooh
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news, yeah
Ooh (Backyardigans)
I put a bitch on the news (Backyardigans)
Ooh (Backyardigans)
Ooh (Backyardigans)

Niggas hatin', even got the police tryna stop him (TayTayMadeTheBeat)
He ran his mouth 'bout Top'nem
Got the drop and then we popped him
Should be glad that you're not him
In my Rolls-Royce ridin' with no tint
Got them sticks on us like tree limbs
Big Glocks, big knots, they know him
We be ridin' around on big rims