I Ain’t Hiding YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Intro]
Probably in yo city, yeah

[Verse 1]
Private number call my phone say that I'ma kill ya
I told that nigga I ain't hiding, I'm probably in yo city
I keep it with me, pull up on me and shit gone get wicked
All this shit these niggas doing I swear that I don't feel them
11 thousand 'round my neck and that's just up in chains
10 bands up in my pocket fresh up out the bank
You ain't my roun pussy nigga, you don't feel my pain
This shit I spit on tracks straight facts
It ain't a fucking game
It ain't a song that I write I don't think about Dave
I walk on stage, thousand people screamin' my name
He probably think I owed him something
I don't owe him a thing (nah)
Bitch, you gone make me show you something
You go against the grain
Send my niggas to bust you up since you think that I'm playing
One night we hit two back to back
Like nigga what you sayin'? (Nigga what you sayin'?)
I cut the barrel, make it short, got that from 'cross the track
Catch you slippin' down bad and we gone bust your ass (bust your ass)
My OG say 'cause you'll shoot that don't make you a man
It's how you play your hand or react when you in that jam (jam)
This for my niggas dead and gone and the ones in the can
I'ma forever hold it down, forever take a stand