Tekst piosenki 'Black' wykonawcy YoungBoy Never Broke Again (NBA YoungBoy)

Hm, hm, hm, mm
Pull up, G-Wagon, uh, mm
Mm
Different, mm (They hoes)
Uh, hey, yeah, uh-huh (These niggas, they hoes)
We don't fuck with these niggas, they hoes (What?)
Fire, bitch, gang, uh, uh, uh (We don't fuck with these niggas, they hoes)
Mm, mm (We don't fuck with these niggas, they hoes)

Who the fuck is lil' shawty? Where the fuck is your nigga?
How you get to this party? Don't bring Backwoods, I like Swishers
I gotta Draco in the sack now, shoot the car, tryna knock out the engine
I keep this shit kickin' on top of my pendant
Dirty rod in my pouch, gotta know I ain't slippin' (Go)
Black, hm, hm, I want everything black, uh (Black)
I want everything black (Black), I'm buyin' everything, black (Black)
I want that ass, fat, my Range Rover black
I want a whole 'nother bag, huh, I want a hunnid round Gat
And I want lil' shawty, she bad, huh, I wanna beat in the back
And I wanna kill all my opps, they ain't comin' back
I want hit her, she thick (Woo), I wanna keep dissin' on tracks
And I went bought like thirty Rollies like a nigga Ric Flair
Wait, hm, like a nigga Ric Flair, mm
And I want damn near thirty Rollies like a nigga Ric Flair
Ha, haha, like a nigga Ric Flair, ha
And I'm so high, might fly a bitch off, finna dye my hair
These rappers be talkin' this shit and they broke
And they know for a fact I make slimes pull up
They be stealin' the swag so we fuckin' they hoe
Pick her up, beat the bitch in the back of my truck
I don't care, all this money not here for the shirt
Lil' ride me on top while I sit in the chair
I be fiendin', bitch, I be takin' these [?]
I could pull her shit off 'cause I pay for the hair
Different, mm-ah
I don't fuck with these niggas, they hoes
We don't fuck with these niggas, they hoes
Why you think we be fuckin' they hoes?
Tell 'em that I was just fuckin'
How you think that I pay for that Rolls?
I just kept dope in the paint
They know that I brought my bros