Neighborhood Superstar Song Lyrics

Neighborhood Superstar by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Leor, light it up

She like Baby blue like she from Carolina
Ain’t fold under pressure, so I had to buy her diamonds
Ain’t talk ’bout sh*t on waist, but tell ’em “They don’t want my problems now”
We gon’ double back, jump out with straps, run down and pop ’em, slime
Ain’t goin’ for sh*t
I do too much, you can ask my mama
I be on anything (Everything)
She be like, “Baby, just chill” (Uh)
I be like, “Baby, sh*t real”
I look in yo’ eyes, you looked at the flo’
So I’m tryna know what you know, what’s the deal? (Let’s go)
What’s goin’ on?, Nigga we got a problem
Uppin’ on every car that pull beside me

Leavin’ they project full of bodies
I turn that beat to plenty hunnids
Soon as he come out then we got him
We gon’ drop him, b**ch
I’m full of pills, I’m sorry mama
Them niggas slang that fire at my lil’ partners
I can’t squash it, it’s a must, you know I gotta
I been with that sh*t, they know that
Got Ms, been bleedin’ before that
5K, nigga, check my coat tag
Slip once, leave the b**ch with a toe tag
Drive fast, no plate on the Maybach
Trap house where they stash them plates at
Goyard where I tuck my Drac’ at
Stick who? Nigga, know I don’t play that

Let’s go, stay out the way with them cameras
“I just seen Baby pull up in a Phantom”
Almost hit me, nigga hopped out with a thick b**ch (Yeah)
Must be from Atlanta
f**k that, they ain’t see I hopped out with that blammer
They ain’t know I got in with the stick on me
They don’t know that this b**ch right here bulletproof (Let’s go)
I can’t wait for a nigga to hit it (Let’s go)
I really be cool as a b**ch but get rude as a b**ch if I get the wrong energy (Yeah)
They know I’lll put a ho out if I love her or not, to protect my lil’ energy
Maybe sh*t, Baby too real for the industry

Or maybe they know that they never could get to me
Know that they know that they never could finish me
Let off my Glizzy, I’m feelin’ a symphony, yeah
I’m in a ‘burban and I got it on me
Three hundred thousand, just me and my homie
Lurkin’, we loaded all the way until the mornin’
Get a bad lil’ b**ch so I can bone her
Nawf 38, posted on that corner
Waitin’ for opps and duckin’ cops
.30 on my hip and under papaw house I got a hundred shots
Nigga spin on his block, on Dump don’t stop
I can bet his car get chopped
Let me hit from the back, say, “Top”
Come out, turn around, then let her get on top
Got millions, still invest in blocks
We get ’em, never through the mail
Spot be jumpin’ like some Shocks
No Jigga, get it on for real
I ain’t done, what it is? It get dumb for real
Let ’em talk that sh*t while on them pills
Turn down as soon he feel this steel
Nigga, know we do this sh*t, for real
Try fight by night his top get peeled
In the car by one, by two, he killed
By four I booked and flew a jet
On the way LA while on a Lear
She on me bad, so what it is?
Grip her body, know I got it
Take her home and beat her body, I be diggin’ all inside it
Suicidal Kamikaze, pussy sh*t, I don’t acknowledge
Jump out, runnin’ from them choppas
Tried to hide and then they caught me, gang
I leave a stain, all you hear is “Bang, bang”
b**ch, lay down, I run that gang
They know I’m the murder man
Don’t come around, leave you frowned
f**k around? It’s gon’ go down
Equip that sh*t, it ain’t a sound
Left nine bodies in the town

I left my b**ch and got something new
Left her too, b**ch I’ma hound (Rawr, rawr)
Ready to bite me a nigga (I’m a dawg)
I really don’t like that lil’ nigga (Baby)
Ooh, he a icy lil’ nigga (Go)
I’m in this b**ch with that stick, popping sh*t
I’ma pull that b**ch out ‘fore I fight me a nigga (Boom, boom)
I’m on vacation, I can’t get my hands on a banger
I f**k around, knife me a nigga (f**k around, knife)
I f**k around, poke me a nigga (Poke, uh)
I f**k around, choke me a nigga (Uh, b**ch)
I f**k around, take me a lil’ nigga ho (Yeah)
Put dick in her face, make her beatbox (Go)
Ain’t seen a thing hotter since he popped
f**k that four five, got it on de-cock
On that bullsh*t you niggas think that you on (Let’s go)
f**k around and get spanked for a song (Spank)
f**k around and get spinned for a diss (Spinned)
You gon’ let them come in, get you killed (Yeah, b**ch)
Everyday, tryna stay out the way
Still adjusting to fame in this industry sh*t (Yeah, nigga)
Send a hit and I pay for the sh*t
I go in your sh*t, make you pay for that lip (Keep going)
Neighborhood superstar, throwing weed in the car
They like “Boy, you can’t pay for that zip” (Keep going)
They like “Nigga, we ain’t charging you sh*t” (Keep going)
Baby put on for Charlotte, he lit (Yeah)
Got a cold blooded killer in the car behind me, would’ve bought a new stock on the side of his stick (Boom, boom)
I was thinking ’bout a body, can’t forget about the last two, he add another homi’ on the list
On the daily, got two of them b**ches
This one a semi, this one a switch
Doing my dance in here thuggin’, yeah, he hating for free, that nigga’s a b**ch
I’m in here with Nina Simone, I made her top fast, I gave her some tits
Pulling her hair, she stutter, yeah, f**king on her with no rubber, yeah (Oh yeah)

(She like Baby blue like she from Carolina)
(Ain’t fold under pressure, so I had to buy her diamonds)
(Ain’t talk ’bout sh*t on waist, but tell em “They don’t want my problems now”)
(We gon’ double back, jump out with straps, run down and pop em slime)
(Ain’t goin’ for sh*t)
(I do too much, you can ask my mama)
(I be on anything)
(She be like, “Baby, just chill”)
(I be like, “Baby, sh*t real”)
(I look in yo’ eyes, you looked at the flo’)
(So I’m tryna know what you know, what’s the deal?)
(What’s goin’ on?, Nigga we got a problem)
(Uppin’ on every car that pull beside me)