NBA YoungBoy – Testimony Lyrics
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Testimony Lyrics
Yeah, this Lil Top, nigga, huh
You already know how I do it when I come
I’ma spit some gangster shit to you
You hear me? (Uh)
Mama, I wanna tell you that
I’m sorry for them hard times
I know I’m selfish, but behind you
I stay on my grind
Wish you can help me, but I’m sinnin’,
I need more money
I need a blessin’, I ain’t been prayin’
They don’t wanna see me shine
Jaz fed over these hoes
I ain’t never grow into a man, yeah
Four-five in my coat, try me at Coach
You know I’m sprayin’ it
This bitch plan on stayin’ in my home
Tryna find out where her man at
All night, I drink lean with that bitch and pop Xanax
Play with Top, nigga, have your Glock, nigga
I come up straight from the block
Me and Ten, we ran from cops, nigga
Check out how I got that guap, baby, it won’t stop, nigga
Put switch on back of that Glock, hit him
Have his body twitchin’
Real gangster or a fake killer? Tell ’em, “Fuck with us”
Had you front row at that funeral, nigga
Wonderin’ if we split ’em
I ain’t even squeeze that trigger
That’s that fuckin’ bag that hit him
Four-door Magnum with a dirty .30
Speedin’ to the millions, bitch, get up with me
Young rockstar, oh, my God
I hope you out here late at night and got your right guide
Ain’t no surrender, kill the killers, we fill them eyes
See street lights, that’s a great way
For the escape when it’s late night
Fuck these pussy niggas hatin’ on me
Yeah, I said it
This is my testimony, yeah
Know that I gotta keep my weapon on me
I’m a felon, but I gotta keep protection on me
I came out at night, I got these diamonds on me
Bitches on me, know I can take it home with me
Big .45 drum up on me with a beam
I’ma put this bitch up on you
Please don’t run up on me (Oh)
Save my soul
Oh, I miss my old self (Yeah)
Save my soul
Man, this bitch ain’t no help
(It’s a Scalez track, ayy, tell ’em, “Run that back”)
Pull up in that Rolls, baby girl, I’m shinin’, I’m shinin’
I was broke, now, baby, I got money in my pockets
Check my mama, bitch, I put them diamonds on her body
What the problem?
You know young nigga keep around a chopper
Mama, I wanna tell you that
I’m sorry for them hard times
I know I’m selfish, but behind you
I stay on my grind
Wish you can help me, but I’m sinnin’, I need more money
I need a blessin’, I ain’t been prayin’
They don’t wanna see me shine
Fuck these pussy niggas hatin’ on me, yeah, I said it
This is my testimony, yeah
Know that I gotta keep my weapon on me
I’m a felon, but I gotta keep protection on me
I came out at night, I got these diamonds on me
Bitches on me, know I can take it home with me
Big .45 drum up on me with a beam
I’ma put this bitch up on you
Please don’t run up on me, no
