Neighborhood Superstar Lyrics – DaBaby & NBA YoungBoy

DaBaby & NBA YoungBoy – Neighborhood Superstar Lyrics. Neighborhood Superstar lyrics written by Leor Shevah, Beatsbyjuko, YoungBoy Never Broke Again, DaBaby and produced by Leor Shevah, Beatsbyjuko. Music video has been released on 26th February, 2022.

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Neighborhood Superstar Lyrics

[Intro]
Leor! Light It Up

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy & DaBaby]
She Like Baby Blue Like She From Carolina
Ain’t Fold Under Pressure
So I Had To Buy Her Diamonds
Ain’t Talk About Sh!t On Waist
But Tell Em “They Don’t Want My Problems Now”
We Gone Double Back, Jump Out With Straps
Run Down And Pop Em Slime
Ain’t Going For Sh!t
I Do Too Much, You Can Ask My Mama
I Be On Anything (Everything)
She Be Like, “Baby, Just Chill” (Uhh! )
I Be Like, “Baby, Sh!t Real”
I Look In Yo’ Eyes, You Looked At The Flo’
So I’m Tryna Know What You Know, What’s The Deal?
What’s Going On?, N!gga We Got A Problem
Upping On Every Car That Pull Beside Me

[Verse 1: NBA YoungBoy & DaBaby]
Leaving They Project Full Of Bodiеs
I Turn That Beat To Plenty Hunnids
Soon As He Comе Out Then We Got Em
We Gone Drop Em, B!tch
I’m Full Of Pills, I’m Sorry Mama
Them N!ggas Slang That Fire At My Lil’ Partners
I Can’t Squash It, It’s A Must, You Know I Gotta
I Been With That Sh!t, They Know That
Got M’s, Been Bleeding Before That
5K, N!gga, Check My Coat Tag
Slip Once, Leave The B!tch With A Toe Tag
Drive Fast, No Plate On The Maybach
Trap House Where They Stash Them Plates At
Goyard Where I Tuck My Drac’ At
Stick Who? N!gga, Know I Don’t Play That

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
Let’s Go, Stay Out The Way With Them Cameras
“I Just Seen Baby Pull Up In A Phantom”
Almost Hit Me, N!gga Hopped Out With A Thick B!tch (Yeah!)
Must Be From Atlanta
Fu*k That, They Ain’t See I Hopped Out With That Blammer
They Ain’t Know I Got In With The Stick On Me
They Don’t Know That
This B!tch Right Here Bulletproof (Let’s Go)
I Can’t Wait For A N!gga To Hit It (Let’s Go)
I Really Be Cool As A B!tch
But Get Rude As A B!tch
If I Get The Wrong Energy (Yeah!)
They Know I’ll Put A Hoe Out
If I Love Her Or Not, To Protect My Lil’ Energy
Maybe Sh!t, Baby Too Real For The Industry

[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Or Maybe They Know That They Never Could Get To Me
Know That They Know That They Never Could Finish Me
Let Off My Glizzy, I’m Feeling A Symphony, Yeah!
I’m In A ‘Burban And I Got It On Me
Three Hundred Thousand, Just Me And My Homie
Lurking, We Loaded All The Way Until The Morning
Get A Bad Lil’ B!tch So I Can Bone Her
Nawf 38, Posted On That Corner
Waiting For Opps And Ducking Cops
.30 On My Hip And Under Papaw House
I Got A Hundred Shots
N!gga Spin On His Block, On Dump Don’t Stop
I Can Bet His Car Get Chopped
Let Me Hit From The Back, Say “Top”
Come Out, Turn Around, Then Let Her Get On Top
Got Millions, Still Invest In Blocks
We Get Them, Never Through The Mail
The Spot Be Jumping Like Some Shocks
No Jigga, Get It On For Real
I Ain’t Done, What It Is? It Get Dumb For Real
Let Em Talk That Sh!t While On Them Pills
Turn Down As Soon He Feel This Steel
N!gga, Know We Do This Sh!t, For Real
Tryna Fight, By Night His Top Get Peeled
In The Car By One, By Two, He Killed
By Four I Booked And Flew A Jet
On The Way LA While On A Lear
She On Me Bad, So What It Is?
Grip Her Body, Know I Got It
Take Her Home And Beat Her Body
I Be Digging All Inside It
Suicidal Kamikaze, Pu$$y Sh!t, I Don’t Acknowledge
Jump Out, Running From Them Choppas
Tried To Hide And Then They Caught Me (gang)
I Leave A Stain, All You Hear Is “Bang, Bang”
B!tch, Lay Down, I Run That Gang
They Know I’m The Murder Man
Don’t Come Around, Leave You Frowned
Fu*k Around? It’s Gone Go Down
Equip That Sh!t, It Ain’t A Sound
Left Nine Bodies In The Town

[Verse 4: DaBaby]
I Left My B!tch And Got Something New
Left Her Too, B!tch I’ma Hound (Rawr, Rawr)
Ready To Bite Me A N!gga (I’m A Dawg)
I Really Don’t Like That Lil’ N!gga (Baby)
Oh! , He A Icy Lil’ N!gga (Go)
I’m In This B!tch With That Stick, P0pping Sh!t
I’ma Pull That B!tch Out Before
I Fight Me A N!gga (Boom, Boom)
I’m On Vacation, I Can’t Get My Hands On A Banger
I Fu*k Around, Knife Me A N!gga
I Fu*k Around, Poke Me A N!gga
I Fu*k Around, Choke Me A N!gga
I Fu*k Around, Take Me A Lil’ N!gga Hoe (Yeah!)
Put D!ck In Her Face, Make Her Beatbox (Go)
Ain’t Seen A Thing, How He Pop?
Fu*k That, Four Five, Got It On, Decomp’
On That Bullshit You N!ggas Think That You On (Let’s Go)
Fu*k Around And Get Spanked For A Song (Spank)
Fu*k Around And Get Spinned For A Diss (Spinned)
You Gone Let Them Come In, Get You Killed (Yeah! B!tch)
Everyday, Tryna Stay Out The Way
Still Adjusting To Fame In This Industry Sh!t
Send A Hit And I Pay For The Sh!t
I Go In Your Sh!t, Make You Pay For That Lip (Keep Going)
Neighborhood Superstar, Throwing Weed In The Car
They Like “Boy, You Can’t Pay For That Zip” (Keep Going)
They Like “N!gga, We Ain’t Charging You Sh!t”
(Keep Going)
Baby Put On For Charlotte, He Lit (Yeah!)
Got A Cold Blooded Killer In The Car Behind Me
Went A Bought A New Stock On The Side Of His Stick
(Boom, Boom)
I Was Thinking About A Body
Can’t Forget About The Last Two
He Add Another Homi’ On The List
On The Daily, Got Two Of Them B!tches
This One A Semi, This One A Switch
Doing My Dance In Here Thugging, Yeah!
He Hating For Free, That N!ggas’ A B!tch
I’m In Here With Nina Simone
I Made Her Top Fast, I Gave Her Some Tits
Pulling Her Hair Till She Stutter
Fu*king On Her With No Rubber

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy & DaBaby]
(She Like Baby Blue Like She From Carolina)
(Ain’t Fold Under Pressure
So I Had To Buy Her Diamonds)
(Ain’t Talk About Sh!t On Waist
But Tell Em “They Don’t Want My Problems Now”)
(We Gone Double Back, Jump Out With Straps
Run Down And Pop Em Slime)
(Ain’t Going For Sh!t)
(I Do Too Much, You Can Ask My Mama)
(I Be On Anything)
(She Be Like, “Baby, Just Chill”)
(I Be Like, “Baby, Sh!t Real”)
(I Look In Yo’ Eyes, You Looked At The Flo’)
(So I’m Tryna Know What You Know, What’s The Deal?)
(What’s Going On?, N!gga We Got A Problem)
(Upping On Every Car That Pull Beside Me)

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