NBA YoungBoy just released a collaborative project with DaBaby called Better Than You, and in keeping with the theme, the North Carolina rapper recently stated that the album is the best collaboration amongst two artists after JAY-Z and Kanye West’s Watch The Throne. Even if you’ve never heard it yet, you can listen to it here and make your own decision.

NBA YoungBoy has already started promoting his new album. The rapper has just released a new song titled “Holy” on March 16, 2022, along with his previous “I Got The Bag,” which was released March 14th, 2022. The single comes with a new visual, as does all of his new music. Take a look at the video below if you haven’t seen it yet.

The song will be featured on his said to be released this year album “The Last Slimeto,” which will be his fourth of the year, following “Colors” and “From The Bayou” alongside Birdman.

NBA YoungBoy: “Holy” Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh

[Chorus]
Girl catch the play (Go), think slowly, slowly (Said I came out the Nawfside)
They don’t know me, they don’t know me (And I was, I was, you know, I was young at the time)
I feel like my heart got a slow leak (And I—, I been through so much)
Keep it rollin’, whole plan is holy (And—, fuck these niggas, just sayin’)
Hustlin’ and I’m locked in, oh-woah, woah

[Verse]
Keep it rollin’, they know that I could never let go
I got all this money, it ain’t changing me, no
You know that I keep one hunnid if you never let me down
Hard knock life, shoot on sight, rock and roll
It’s a haunted house
Shorty dream, don’t know if it’s love, love, love
No, no, no
No, I can’t just let you take me out
At the house I’m makin’ money pile
Niggas wanna copy, I’m changing the style
Every one minute I’m changing the ride
Ho don’t get it, can’t talk right now
Lotta blue Benjis, ten million on side
Flood her, that’s all that she want and I did it
Me and them gunners done blow out the city
As long as I want it, I’ll never be finished
A whole lot of memories laid on the sentence
Tote a MAC, I be mackin’ , my pimpin’ I’m kickin’
My diamonds, they shine on the top of my linen
My entry be bringing me more credentials
Gotta clean up my dental, I stop at the dentist
And my swag be on point, from the streets to the prison
NBA, Cash Money go back to the business
I done flooded her ears with cash like Guinness
They stay in my business, I said that I did it
Girl catch the play (Go), think slowly, slowly (No)
They don’t know me, they don’t know me (Know me)
I feel like my heart got a slow leak
Keep it rollin’, whole plan is holy
Hustlin’ and I’m locked in, oh-woah, woah

[Outro]
They don’t owe me not a thing, it’s not a nigga that I owe
Tell me you don’t feel the same, just tell me ’cause I know
Four-door that’s matte black, new Range Rover
Nigga back, back, leave him slumped over

NBA YoungBoy: “I Got The Bag” Lyrics

[Intro]

I gotta pour me some more muhfuckin’ mud

You know that the double R black (D-Roc)

[Refrain]

Shawty hold it down for her nigga, you know that I fuck with that (Fuck with that)

Shawty ride around in a new Maybach

You know I stay loaded off codeine and Xans

I got the bag, I ain’t showin’ my hand

I take your ho and put her in a Lamb’

I got the Aston Martin liftin’ up (Skrrt)

And I got that plate of money runnin’ up

And one diamond, two diamond, I’m doubled, they flooded up

[Chorus]

Had to spend me a bag for to rock this shit

Cut off the money, I find if she lyin’ to me

You know my criteria resemble a dealer

You know I splurge on her until I could spin her

You know for a fact that I’m takin’ her down

Big diamond like crystal, I know she a winner

Don’t like when I ditch her, lil’ shawty too tempered

Turn up on these niggas when I try do double up, double up

[Verse 1]

I done ran up my Ms, they know I fuck it up

Chase that money real fast, run it up, stack it up

Hit the curb in Maybach, and it long like a bus

I can’t settle for one, all these hoes I done fucked

Spend a check on AP, one for her and for her

Got my fit lookin’ like that I sponsor cigar

And you know that it’s tough, that’s a Moncler puff

Bitch, you know I’m a thug

Chill all day, back to back, sip mud

Don’t care what type of nigga that her last dude was

And I ain’t even really tryna trip ’bout the girl

Fuck with her, I give her money up and now I blew a dub

Twenty ball came from the extras that I paid for the case

‘Cause the court got a case on us

Don’t care what they say, they can’t X out us

Louis straight from New York, been the one since the start

This a rich nigga heart

[Chorus]

Had to spend me a bag for to rock this shit

Cut off the money, I find if she lyin’ to me

You know my criteria resemble a dealer

You know I splurge on her until I could spin her

You know for a fact that I’m takin’ her down

Big diamond like crystal, I know she a winner

Don’t like when I ditch her, lil’ shawty too tempered

Turn up on these niggas when I try do double up, double up

[Verse 2]

Bought a watch, I don’t know why I started up

From the start, I just knew that she ain’t gon’ be hard to fuck

From the back, let me hit, and she know I recorded her

And that Bentley feel special when inside

And you know that McLaren don’t get drove for nothin’

I’m gon’ forever live if my name die

I’ma stack up that money forever-ever