NBA Youngboy She Gon Call Me Baby Boo Lyrics

Song: She Gon Call Me Baby Boo
Singer: NBA Youngboy
Music: Unknown
Lyrics: NeverBrokeAgain LLC
Release date: Sep 10, 2025

NBA Youngboy She Gon Call Me Baby Boo Lyrics

(Ayy, Blokk, crank it up)
Ayy, look, ayy, look, that money, it done ran up
Wow
Wow, wow, huh (Huh)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (I’m a gangster)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (I don’t know ’bout, ayy, I don’t know ’bout that nigga there)
Uh, uh
Say but you knowin’ how I get down (Brrt, brrt, oh yeah, bi**h)
Blow it up, up, up (Yeah)
Uh, uh (You ain’t even gotta know)

Look, baby, let me see it tonight, I done fucd up Brothers got me fucd up (Wow), baby, you done lucked up (Yeah)
Big guns in all of my trunks (Woah, woah), baby girl, it’s f**k them (Woah, woah)
Baby girl, we keep it independent (Woah, woah, woah), we don’t trust them

I’m a motherfkin’ muddy pourin’ lean sipper (Pourin’ lean sipper) Don’t know one thing ’bout me, know I got my pistol I’m a motherfkin’ baller, I wan’ leave with you (With you)
I done pulled off on lil’ shorty and she read my fеnder (My fender)

And shе gon’ work with that ass (That ass), I want her stamped, the bih bad Still don’t stop Lil Top, if you can, I don’t give no fk, I’m gon’ flash
Nigga, fk with somethin’, bih, I’m— yeah, now, cut up bad, bih, oh yeah And I’m quick to bust the bih ass, nigga, what the fk you just said? (Nigga, yeah) Here this puy-boy with that playin’, I plan to whoop the bih head Bih, if I crash out, you gon’ have to call the laws for me (For me, now)
Send ’em, blitz out, they ain’t gon’ come back, ’til they down somethin’ (Man, one)
Roll his ass, stomp on that boy, walk him down somethin’ (Walk, walk, walk)

I’m a motherfkin’ muddy pourin’ lean sipper (Pourin’ lean sipper) Don’t know one thing ’bout me, know I got my pistol I’m a motherfkin’ baller, I wan’ leave with you (With you)
I done pulled off on lil’ shorty and she read my fender

I’m a motherfkin’ robber (Yeah), out the motherfkin’ gutter (Yeah)
Baby, I want all the problems (Kentrell), I’ma bust him, make it ugly (Wow)
Mr. Work ‘Em With That Chop’ (Hey), Mr. Presi’, Mr. Ugh (Mr.)
Mr. Sell It With My Partner, Mr. Got A Whole Lotta (Streams)

I’m a motherfkin’ muddy pourin’ lean sipper (Pourin’ lean sipper) Don’t know one thing ’bout me, they know I got my pistol I’m a baller, baby, and I’m tryna leave with you (Safe) Chief on weed, and sip on that codeine with you (Hey, hey) Need to go buy Celine with you, win with you (Hey, hey) She used to drink Quay, too, bih want Bape shoes
She wanna stay the night, bi**h tryna play it cool
Crush the Molly like some ice, she gon’ call me Baby Booter

She gon’ call me Baby Booter
Huh, she gon’ call me Baby Booter

(Alright, Brando)

Hands on your knees, bih, twerk it for me Finer than a motherfker, bih, perfect for me I’m a boss, I ain’t no worker, I’ll have them dirt you for me Got plenty knots off in my pockets, come try take it and see Bih heard that cutter pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Make her body drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop
Bih, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah Bih, now, wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, wop ’bout Lil Top, bi**h

Huh, bi**h (Huh)
I’ve been flippin’ and gettin it’ and stickin’ up shit a hour from that Nola
I’ve been poppin’ it, I just switched from Rolls Royce into a Rover (Rover)
I’ma shoot it first, then I reload it, now, Brando, you start it over

I ain’t Hamilton, a bad bih put a four inside his soda Saw that, I’ma get on top and ride that dick, I call that Rollercoaster, yeah I’m a bad bih, hoes ain’t fkin’ with me, yeah I got real racks, bih, get up with me, yeah (Get up with me)
I made a rich nigga say he wanna tip me, huh
I need my hair done, nigga, send a ten piece (Ah, ah, ah)
I need a real stepper, baby, I got real beef
‘Cause once I throw that ass on him, they gon’ wanna kill me
No hands, I’m talkin’ go, go (Go, go)
Freak bih, I’m tryna fk him in that Rolls (Rolls, Rolls)
Throw that money in the air and watch me drop it to the floor (Floor, floor)
“Throw that ass back,” shit, alright, move it like a pro (Pro, pro)
I only do it for a real nigga, and, nigga, you’s a ho

Hands on your knees, bih, twerk it for me (Yeah) Finer than a motherfker, bih, perfect for me (Yeah) I’m a boss, I ain’t no worker, I’ll have them dirt you for me (Yeah) Got plenty knots off in my pockets, come try take it and see Bih heard that cutter pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Make her body drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop
Bih, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah Bih, now, wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, wop ’bout Lil Top, bi**h