House Arrest Tingz by NBA YoungBoy:
House Arrest Tingz Lyrics:
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 Hemp 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 radar 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



Take me to a place I can’t imagine (Oh)
Victim of heartbreak and I’m so damaged (Oh)
Steppin’ in blood, we deep thugs and I can’t panic
Yeah, we knocked him off
Nigga what? They gotta hand it

I just took to flowin’ on the block and took the top off
Talkin’ out his top, I go by top, I get him knocked off
See them youngins hoppin’ out that Benz, that’s some dropouts
They was hatin’, I knocked ’em out my lens, that ain’t my fault
I’m with Hemp, I’m drinkin’ on that Hen’ like a papa
[?] drinkin’ on that gin, I been goin’ off
Goin’ off on all these hoes waitin’ on me to fall
I walk in court, dirty as the fuck with pee up in my drawers
Bitch, I’m drunker than the fuck, I need some Tylenol
I go nuts, soon as you buck, I shoot at all of y’all (Blaw, blaw)
I left therapy with K3 and I sped off
Talkin’ proper as the fuck with my head off
Talkin’ proper as the fuck with my head off
Been goin’ crazy but I can’t let my son see it all
All this love got me damaged, I just want it gone
If you my friend, let’s get it in, bitch take yo’ panties off


Take me to a place I can’t imagine (Oh)
Victim of heartbreak and I’m so damaged (Oh)
Steppin’ in blood, we deep thugs and I can’t panic
Yeah, we knocked him off
Nigga what? They gotta hand it

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