NBA Youngboy – I Don’t Talk (Audio, Lyrics)

NBA Youngboy - I Don't Talk (prod. Vadebeatz)

Listen to NBA Youngboy’s new “I Don’t Talk” piece of music produced by Vadebeatz. Stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Nba Youngboy I Don't Talk
Nba Youngboy I Don’t Talk

“I Don’t Talk” serves as yet another transparent offering from the Baton Rouge native. Throughout the track, YoungBoy — who was recently found not guilty in his federal gun case — raps about finding immense success in the music despite being blackballed, and he even touches on his struggles with drugs, rapping, “What the fuck you think so hilarious?/ Through my whole career, been doped up.”

The hard-hitting track arrives alongside fresh Isaac Garcia-directed visuals, and after some brief advertisements for his fellow Never Broke Again artists WhoGangDee and RJae, the video follows YoungBoy as he flexes his wealth with extravagant shots of a private jet, a sprawling mansion, a stunning Rolls Royce, and much more.

NBA Youngboy – I Don’t Talk (prod. Vadebeatz)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Vade on the keys

[Chorus]
I don’t talk to my girl friends, and my girl friends don’t talk to me
Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album, and a Nawf degree
Fuck what happened, you a woman, you don’t speak, oh, nah, nah
Remove the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah
Get too close, get smoked like purple, bitch, this that murder shit
YoungBoy pull up, that’s a murder hit, know they heard of this
Kelly and a Birkin bag even though the bitch still do me bad
Slept at papa house, begged my baby mama, I was on my ass

[Verse 1]
They talk down on my name, on my face, they brought shame
Blackballed me from up out the game, bitch, stripped me out the fame
I ain’t get a thing but a laugh when I told my pain
“Oh, that’s hilarious, to her?”
Do dirty work with illegal guns, that’s what I was in the parish for
Make sure that my children travel, I ain’t happy how they perished us
Crime inside the same hood with no options, but they carriaged us
Can’t be out here flippin’ patties, what make you think them hoes gon’ fuck with us?
What the fuck you think so lavish? Through my whole career, been doped up
Playin’ limbo with that gunfire, mama say I was her worst child
Daddy lost his soul inside a trial, that’s fifty-five, one long ride
Tell Mike Caren I thank him for that phone call, I’m on now
If that’s my girl, I ain’t fuckin’ on her friend inside my home, uh

[Chorus]
I don’t talk to my girl friends, and my girl friends don’t talk to me
Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album, and a Nawf degree
Fuck what happened, you a woman, you don’t speak, oh, nah, nah
Remove the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah
Get too close, get smoked like purple, bitch, this that murder shit
YoungBoy pull up, that’s a murder hit, know they heard of this
Kelly and a Birkin bag even though the bitch still do me bad
Slept at papa house, begged my baby mama, I was on my ass

[Verse 2]
Tired, you confused, you need to take some time off for to see
Who really love you, my friend? Got your best interests
Got your back and with you, thug ’til the end
Don’t give no fuck if you kin
I need my phone call, guard go to trippin’, tryna slam me down
I’m with Kaylee and with Herm inside the car, them hitters ran me down
Phone ring, it’s K, pick up my phone, “KD just got gunned down”
Bub bussin’ back, but what ’bout my lil’ brother?
Montana son was ’round
She don’t love a nigga, she a snake, huh? Her mama taught her that
You free to fuck ’round if I don’t know about it
Who the fuck done thought of that?
I’m a gangster, I hang up on your mammy, bitch, no, I ain’t callin’ back
I’m a ranger, in that Nawf, it’s danger, my family stoppin’ that
Talk to my brother violent, but Herm got him clapped, and I cop that
Ain’t takin’ care of her body, she skinny as the fuck, her parents fat
She stressin’, wildin’ about her old man, he done took her income tax
Know how she feel, I threw her somethin’, I watched niggas do my mama that
He choked her, slam her, kicked on her, spit on her and made her spinal crack
He caught her talkin’ to her ex, she tried to lie, he knew it’s cap
But shawty was lovin’ brodie ass and everybody know that that’s a fact
Later OD’d from off a doja, it was as strong as nightcap

[Outro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & PhatBlack]
Say Phat Baby
Hello?
Run that shit
Run that shit?
Run that shit
Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see
Hahaha, don’t you do all- just go
I told Ten, man, fuck them niggas
I want ’em all, been bringin’ pressure all my life, it ain’t no sense in calmin’ down
If Top ain’t feelin’ your demeanor, bet I make you move around
Big ass gat under my arm, bitch, I’ll make your mama frown
I’m out that bottom, and I’m out that wall to be exact
Behind that feining store, where they smoke mojo and they servin’ packs
Last level always told me, “I’ma kill you if you ever rat”
They blocked the entrance off, so I say, “Fuck it,” fall in through the back
4KTrey, nobody safe, and I gotta die this way
When we in the city, all them niggas do is hibernatin’
Talk to Monique, she told me, “PhatBlack, hit your knees and pray”
The lawyers say, “They want the R.I.C.O.,” that’s another case

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