Bring The Hook Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy

Bring The Hook Details:

Song Name: Bring The Hook
Singer: NBA YoungBoy
Composer: Karltin Bankz, Lastwordbeats, LondnBlue, D-Roc, Jason Goldberg Lyrics by: NBA YoungBoy

Bring The Hook Lyrics -NBA YoungBoy

It’s a murder business
Yeah (d-roc)

This gun was bought just for to kill ni**as
What you on 4, you already know how we get down
We be them mother-f**kin’ gravediggers
Pallbearers bring your body to the grave
We leave him slayed ni**a

It ain’t a open casket, we left his motherf**kin’ brain missin’
Hold on, diamond chains, we leave a stain
Shawty just wan’ give me brain
Slidin’ in that fast thing, ni**a know I blew the brains
Shawty tryna sell me things, know I want the whole thing
Know my brother sell that boy, if not heroine it’s pure cocaine
Know wе distributors
Them hollows you can smell it through the city, wе pollutin’

Don’t aim it, you just shoot it
Like chief sosa say “better get your a*s up outta here juwanna man”
Text him through the night and through the day
That be my f**kin’ man
Bro’nem swing that, left out stains

He in miami and he hidin’ from this murder gang
The feds know my name, they tryna lock me up in chains
The homicide detectives say kentrell to f**kin blame
We leave out teddy bears right there where he bleed at

She sent the text, ain’t read it
I been in here with jaz, count that bag, bi**h, believe that
That jag matte black, soon as you see it, better run from that
We aimin’ with them straps to leave you clapped right where we see you at

Hold on, swang that cutta hold on, know it got a kick back
Youngin’ weighed a hundred pounds, know he can’t control that
Run up on me, it’s gon’ go down, you know that I’ma blow that
Utah with a lot of pounds, with me, where your hoe at

F**k it, bring the hook
Kill that ni**a think he saw a gremlin how his body shook
With that stick, that be my fishin’ pole, another opp got hooked
Bless these souls, I’m with my kids
Get them f**kin’ bodies out of here
I got locked inside the pen, but now I’m out
Bi**h, it’s just the thought of you
Spotted, then we followed him

Call that boy a dead man, name that boy rudolph
When he see that red beam, headshot, that’s a skully scene
Lil d, that’s my cousin man
Know that he don’t give no f**k, he aimin’ for the head, man

Ni**a, this that squid game, o-block pack get rolled up
Murder what they told us, atlanta boy get fold up
Ni**a get your hoes up, these bi**hes throwin’ up green flags
Throwin’ that nba up, for me, set you up to bust your a*s

And know I keep that murder bag
Right on him, leave a toe tag
Inside the freezer where them people put ’em
‘fore they stitch his a*s

No glitchin’, better not freeze up before a ni**a blitz his a*s
Brra-bow-bow, flip his a*s (ha-ha)
Northside, ni**a know that’s my side
Utah, come here bi**h, get hogtied, another died
Oh lord, man this ni**a crazy, he do not respect them boys

He don’t give a f**k, he check up off the list, they squad
He pray to the devil, then that ni**a pray to god
Say he got on face paint, and his ni**a paid for it
Say my name, get slayed for it

I ain’t playin’ with your hoe-a*s ni**a
You know I’m comin’ anywhere
Like, “why the f**k you say that ni**a?”

You know I’m dyin’ anywhere, I bet they say I blew my pistol
I bet they say I took one with me
Lil ai top, I’m too official

You should not play with gravediggers
You know them pallbearers ship’em
You know I pull off plenty killings
You know that we keep plenty pistols

F**k it, bring the hook
Kill that ni**a think he saw a gremlin how his body shook
With that stick, that be my fishin’ pole, another opp got hooked
Bless these souls, I’m with my kids
Get them f**kin’ bodies out of here

I got locked inside the pen, but now I’m out
Bi**h, it’s just the thought of you
Spotted, then we followed him
Call that boy a dead man, name that boy rudolph

When he see that red beam, headshot, that’s a skully scene
Lil d, that’s my cousin man
Know that he don’t give no f**k, he aimin’ for the head, man

Mortician coat on, I’m doin’ surgeries on his body
It been so long, they been sayin’ they gon’ pop my noggin
Run up on me, then I cop it, in front the crowd, then I pop it

Know I want smoke with anybody, no, the label can not stop it
Northside with a sawed off shotty
Ni**a, you don’t want these problems
Must don’t want your f**kin life

You steady talkin’ like you ’bout it
I’m with these demons day and night
And you know that be my closest partner
Don’t trust youngboy, ’cause he ain’t right

You jokin’, he gon’ kill your body
Squeeze that Glock as soon as he sited
Ni**a stop that f**kin’ talkin’
Split that boy while on a bike

Or catch him while he f**kin’ walkin’
Live this s**t, that’s why I talk it
I’m fly, you know that Ima hawk ’em
Make them people outline chalk ’em

F**k it, bring the hook
Kill a ni**a think he saw a gremlin how his body shook
With that stick, that be my fishin’ pole, another opp got hooked

Bless these souls, I’m with my kids
Get them f**kin’ bodies out of here
I got locked inside the pen, but now I’m out
Bi**h, it’s just the thought of you
Spotted, then we followed him

Call that boy a dead man, name that boy Rudolph
When he see that red beam, headshot, that’s a skully scene
Lil D, that’s my cousin man
Know that he don’t give no f**k, he aimin’ for the head, man

You already know though
You already know
ni**a
Lil D, that be my, that be skully ni**a, that be skully (Ha-ha)
I’m high as a muthaf**ka
He gon’ pop ya noggin’