NBA Youngboy – Don’t Rate Me (ft. Quavo) (Audio, Lyrics)

Listen to NBA Youngboy’s new “Don’t Rate Me” song featuring Quavo. The track was produced by Jason Goldberg, Nick Seeley, HitmanAudio & Kacey Khaliel. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Nba Youngboy Don’t Rate Me

In the new song “Don’t Rate Me,” YoungBoy Never Broke Again enlists Atlanta native Quavo for a bouncy trap song where the artists rap about their importance and need for money — coincidentally, “Don’t Rate Me” sounds like “Do-Re-Mi” which is the Chinese slang term for money.

The song is presented as the third single leading up to YougBoy’s fourth studio album, The Last Slimeto.

NBA Youngboy – Don’t Rate Me (ft. Quavo) (prod. Jason Goldberg, Nick Seeley, HitmanAudio & Kacey Khaliel)

Lyrics

[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Kacey…Khaliel
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Mm, mm, mm (Ayy, ayy)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Pull up in it, they can’t afford this
Now check how I get it, they can’t record this (Yeah, yeah)
Put myself on top a brand new level, I just bought a bigger bezel
Got her, she’ll never leave me, know that I’ll never let her

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Do-Re-Mi, that money come in purple and blue
Hold on, I had to tell ’em
Don’t rate me, it ain’t no limit to the things that I do
Now let me talk the blues

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
The head, I chop ’em, I could vision helicopters
I’ma keep that Hell I caught you, inside green and slimy
Know I’m shinin’, but can’t count my pockets
They can’t stop me, I got the flu, it was sent to me
Know that they never could get to me
I got them out like a mini-me
Feelin’ the symphony, turnin’ his head to a centerpiece
Know they gon’ try to get rid of me
Vision the scene when I’m plannin’ on biddin’ me
Concrete body, they ain’t tippin’ me, tell ’em, “Try and see”
Millionaire, runnin’ for a B, they ain’t got more bread than me
Paid tuition fees, she bring the head to me
Got fire on my feet (Yeah)

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Quavo]
Do-Re-Mi, that money come in purple and blue
Hold on, I had to tell ’em
Don’t rate me, it ain’t no limit to the things that I do
Now let me talk the blues
Don’t save me ’cause I’m not savin’ you
You better get it, boy
Don’t hate me, I’m gon’ forever do what I do (Yeah, Quavo)
I know you feel me, boy

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I gotta Hunchos (Cash), get you peeled for some blue strips (Woo)
Upgraded all my hollows to them blue tips (Suu)
Rated R (Yeah), lotta violence, nigga, set it off (Set it off)
Lotta steppin’ in the field (Step), coin toss (Uh)
Brick by brick, we built this shit (Brick)
Hands-on, flip the switch (Flip it)
Fuck a bitch (Woo), fell in love once and I can’t go again (No)
It’s YB and ‘Cho and we got everybody rich (On God)
Bitch, I play on D and I get everybody hit (Uh)
Eight hunnid on the AP, I had to buy that shit (Woo)
Ten toes rockin’ shit (Ten), Nawfside prodigy (Nawf)
Momma told me every time I go up, they gon’ hate me (Momma)
It’s okay, mama, ’cause this Glock don’t got safety

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Do-Re-Mi, that money come in purple and blue
Hold on, I had to tell ’em
Don’t rate me, it ain’t no limit to the things that I do
Now let me talk the blues
Don’t save me ’cause I’m not savin’ you
You better get it, boy
Don’t hate me, I’m gon’ forever do what I do
I know you feel me, boy

[Outro]
Kacey… Khaliel