Nba Youngboy - Eyes Closed

Drum Dummie made the beat and you know he killed it
Oh, this Drum Dummie who made this beat, huh?
I ain't flashin', though
I'm just coolin' right now
It ain't nobody but me and Herm in the studio
And I'm just boolin'
And, I hope y'all was waitin' to hear from me
So, I just recorded

Real street nigga, I ain't tryna feel no sorrow
Drive that Maybach like a fuckin' Monte Carlo
I been tryna find some peace and only God know
Cross me once, can't call my phone, you get the dial tone
I been on fleek, I'm poppin' (I'm poppin')
Not many 'round if you don't know, it helped my pockets (My pockets)
And my bro, take that Draco and go wildin' (Blaw, blaw)
Tryna grow up, don't come in contact with that violence
Violins should be played, how I'm stylin'
Comment "Where," she like, "What picture?" That ain't my bitch
Tired of the Bayou, I want take it out to New York
And live a high life like a nigga signed with Highbridge
I flash out and take his head from off his body
I never once showed you that side, but that's who I'm is
Hidin' out, I let that 30 spit on College
If I die right now, just check the stats and see how I did
I'm a real street nigga, yeah
I just pulled my redeye out and
tried to stop a nigga (Where you goin'?)
I just walked outside my house and
almost shot a nigga (Fuck is you doin'?)
Fuck my ex, I hope my next can prolly top a nigga