NBA Youngboy – “Forgiato” [Audio, Instrumental, Lyrics]

NBA Youngboy - Forgiato (prod. Dubba-AA, Mike Laury & Lottery)

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Nba Youngboy Forgiato
Nba Youngboy Forgiato

NBA Youngboy’s only gotten bigger since he first broke out with the release of “Free Smoke.” The rapper’s dedicated fanbase have been riding for him everywhere, including in most comment sections where they are willing to shit on your fave by stating, “YB Better.” In fact, the rapper ended up using that for billboards in promotion of his latest album, Sincerely, Kentrell.

Youngboy’s album is entirely featureless, offering fans a body of work consisting of the rapper’s unadulterated thoughts and feelings. While there are melancholic moments where YB describes struggles with mental health and addiction, he offers a fiery banger with “Forgiato.” Riding smooth Southern production handled by Dubba-AA, Mike Laury, and The Lottery, NBA Youngboy comes through swinging with aggression and defiance in the face of pressure, whether it’s in the streets or the media.

YB’s latest album has been doing numbers on streaming services but it seems entirely possible that it could be able to end Drake’s three-week reign atop the Billboard 200 with Certified Lover Boy.

NBA Youngboy – Forgiato (prod. Dubba-AA, Mike Laury & Lottery)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
(I need to speak to Mike Laury)
(Yeah, you got Mike Laury)
What you on, foe?
(Dubba-AA flex)
You already know, nigga, we tote big Glocks, be like Yamaha
Four-five shit, nigga, yeah, yeah (Winning lottery numbers coming up)
Big slime

[Chorus]
Pulled up and I was stuntin’ on Forgiato wheels
They ain’t even have to question ’cause they knowin’ who it is
Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I’m full of pills
Oh, you can run and talk that shit, you gon’ get stretched before this year end (This is the sound)
Okay, pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin’
That’s where I’m at, right in that North where I’m known as murder man
Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did
Dirty stick whilе I’m in this bitch on six Xans

[Verse 1]
This for my grandfather, I told him I’ll never mеss up, no
He tell me keep my burner on me, make sure my money long
Heart hurtin’ bad, thinking ’bout Ten, no date on coming home
Phat Black been in and out, got a new case, just want me to get it gone
This for my system niggas, I ain’t see Natty Kid in a minute
Over seven times, never seen my shooter, real gravedigger, contract business
Better tell ’em I’ll zip them niggas, hanging out that Escalade with that Ruger
Talking to my mama ’bout what they claimin’, while she saying, “Fuck ’em, tell a bitch prove it”
Don dada, boss man, they don’t wanna do it (They don’t wanna do it, baow)
Hanging out the window, I ain’t even tuck my chain (Baow, baow, baow), like, yeah, bitch, how you wanna do it?

[Chorus]
Pulled up and I was stuntin’ on Forgiato wheels
They ain’t even have to question ’cause they knowin’ who it is
Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I’m full of pills
Oh, you can run and talk that shit, you gon’ get stretched before this year end
Okay, pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin’
That’s where I’m at, right in that North where I’m known as murder man
Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did
Dirty stick while I’m in this bitch on six Xans

[Refrain]
Marble floors, in it, I got hoes
Rap nigga want me dead, I’ma take the nigga soul
Reppin’ off of one body, Top got over seven gone
Once that nigga add three, then I’m gon’ start counting on my toes

[Chorus]
Pulled up and I was stuntin’ on Forgiato wheels
They ain’t even have to question ’cause they knowin’ who it is
Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I’m full of pills
Oh, you can run and talk that shit, you gon’ get stretched before this year end
Okay, pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin’
That’s where I’m at, right in that North where I’m known as murder man
Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did
Dirty stick while I’m in this bitch on six Xans

[Verse 2]
Since a kid, in and out the chains, swear they don’t know my pain
I don’t know who tryin’ to get me at work one night, I ain’t sleep with my shank
I check shit off the line, I don’t do no runnin’, bitch, I run that game
Step with niggas in the dawn from Gardere Lane gettin’ full of pure cocaine
He a nose sniffer, he don’t use his veins
Doped up ‘fore he swing that thing
Evacuate whole set they claim (Hold on, nigga, hold on, hold on)
Bitch, I’m lil’ bitty and this shotty got some kick and I think that’s too strong
Kobe in that bitch ’cause I got a stick, can’t hide it, that bitch too long

[Refrain]
Marble floors, in it, I got hoes
Rap nigga want me dead, I’ma take the nigga soul
Reppin’ off of one body, Top got over seven gone
Once that nigga add three, then I’m gon’ start counting on my toes

[Outro]
Always on slime business (Slime business)
Matter fact, got me some slime hoes (Slime hoes)
Come on, ayy, come on
I run with gravediggers, pallbearers
Knock ’em off after them youngins wet up the funeral
My ape, he did it, but I don’t understand ’em
In the streets, you got beef
You been stalking for to bust his dome (Make Winnfield his home)
Then it’s on
Catch you, then you gone, in the ground
That same nigga your casket gon’ be laying around

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