NBA Youngboy – Vette Motors (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

NBA Youngboy premieres the music video for the new “Vette Motors” track, co-produced by Jason Goldberg, liltyh, Beezo, OG Parker & jetsonmade. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Nba Youngboy Vette Motors

NBA Youngboy is at an interesting point in his career. While he’s bigger than he’s ever been, he’s simultaneously under house arrest. He hasn’t necessarily been able to gauge what’s been happening around the world but it’s evident that he’s putting in work during this time. Over the past few weeks, he’s delivered new music on what feels like a weekly basis, including the Quavo-assisted, “Don’t Rate Me.”

This week, NBA Youngboy comes through with another new banger titled, “Vette Motors,” along with an accompanying visual. On the song, Youngboy flexes new flows and cadences over piano-laden production as he lists off his accomplishments, from new cars to being able to support members of his family.

NBA Youngboy – Vette Motors (prod. Jason Goldberg, liltyh, Beezo, OG Parker & jetsonmade)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Hit that light for me, let me roll this stick
(Beezo need cash only, ya dig?)
(OG Parker)
(Oh Lord, jetson made another one)
Uh, hmm, let’s do it, huh

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I’m toxic, kickin’ your shit, you better watch it, woah, woah
Just unzipped my pants, cash stuffed down all in my pockets (Pockets)
Put her in Hermès, now I got all these niggas jockin’
My weight up and now I got the power
Tell ’em, lil’ slime, “Go’n spray on cowards”
Your ho in this bitch, it’s a money shower
Starin’ too hard, won’t be my main
Drip in sauce, wan’ give me brain
Paint that Maybach, pure cocaine
Fuck goin’ on? They wan’ do somethin’, hold on, grr, grr

[Chorus]
Cutlass, ‘Vette motors inside my hood, yeah
Prince inside my hood, yeah, “Let’s get this understood,” I said (I said)
I be with the masked men and they all unheard of (Unheard of)
187, just spent me a seven, need Christian V
Step in, they know it’s a murder, this fit unheard of

[Verse 2]
Bad like her friend, huh, I see why that’s her twin (Her twin)
Four hoes at the jury and I got ’em in rotation (Got ’em)
Once they leave, look like they soul taken
I got ’em, like, “Oh, baby” (Oh, baby)
Chopper for chopper go dollar for dollar
I’m takin’ the problems away from my mama
I turned up my sister, show love to my brother
I be liking on my stylist
Hold on, haircut fresh by stylist
Hold on, new coupe, ain’t no mileage (Huh?)
Bitch, I’m toxic, kickin’ your shit, you better watch it
Crash out, turn up, bought that bitch that rock and told her, “It better not get shown once, ho” (Better not)

[Refrain]
Fill up a clip or go fill up a safe (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Fill up a clip or go fill up a safe (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Cross his chest I spray that Drac’
Uh, uh, uh, uh, piss on somethin’ with diamond chains

[Verse 3]
New machine (Skrrt), count it up, nigga, yeah
Fuckin’ with mathematics
Twenty million on thirty, not far from Cali’
Put her in Prada, I’m up in Valley
Let’s do it, tote gun smoke, blow static, uh (Brrt)
Fuck up the mattress, then fill up another one
Fuck on her, that Patek, I bought her another one
Kick my shit, I’m in this bitch, we’re lit by three hoes (Lit by, lit by)
Whip that Maybach in the street, cash out on three, let’s go
Hypnotizin’ yo’ ho, we be turnin’ her out
Do that dude shh—? I ain’t runnin’ my mouth
Which one you workin’? I’m clockin’ it out
Startin’ the Rolls from inside of the house

[Chorus]
Cutlass, ‘Vette motors inside my hood, yeah
Prince inside my hood, yeah, “Let’s get this understood,” I said (I said)
I be with the masked men and they all unheard of (Unheard of)
187, just spent me a seven, need Christian V
Step in, they know it’s a murder, this fit unheard of

[Verse 4]
She in with shottas, we pourin’ up lines from out of the bottle (From out of the bottle)
My beanie Amiri, just steppin’, I’m steppin’, I locked up my stylist up here (Up here)
Treat my bitch like all new whips, that’s upgrade models (Upgrade models)
My bitch walk ’round with one milli’, I say, “Hell yeah” (Bitch, yeah)

[Refrain]
Fill up a clip or go fill up a safe (Fill up, buh, buh, buh)
Fill up a clip or go fill up a safe (Brr, bop, bop, buh)
Cross his chest I spray that Drac’
Uh, uh, uh, uh, piss on somethin’ with diamond chains

[Outro]
My weight up and now I got the power
Tell ’em, lil’ slime, “Go’n spray on cowards”
Your ho in this bitch, it’s a money shower
Starin’ too hard, won’t be my main
Drip in sauce, wan’ give me brain
Paint that Maybach, pure cocaine
Fuck goin’ on? They wan’ do somethin’, hold on, grr, grr, grr