YoungBoy Never Broke Again just unleashed “Top Cobain“, a fresh standalone single that dropped December 15, 2025, via Never Broke Again and Motown Records, produced by JB Sauced Up, and it’s got that raw, chaotic energy that pulls you right back into his world of pain, flexes, and paranoia.
This track is YB channeling everything at once—crowds chanting his name like a rockstar curse, leaning heavy into the lean, stacking millions while gripping pistols, and admitting the pressure from haters trying to shatter what he’s built. Over JB’s hazy, trap-laced beat with those moody keys and knocking drums, he flips between vulnerability (owing a real one for keeping it hundred, falling over from the cup) and straight menace (modded Glocks, clapping without stopping, promising to smoke anyone claiming they know something).
The “Top Cobain” hook hits like a twisted anthem—nodding to Kurt’s tragic icon status while claiming his own throne, bases loaded, diamonds shining, all while the world’s screaming his pain back at him on stage. It’s melodic rage at its finest: no features, just YB venting about the come-up from cells and blocks to Bentleys and mansions, surrounded by artillery and fleeting women.
The video landed same day on YouTube, already pushing views with gritty visuals of YB in his element—low-key shots that match the lyrics’ tension, no over-the-top gloss needed. He teased it lightly on socials the night before, and fans flooded comments quoting bars about the lean and the smoke, turning it into instant street talk. Streaming everywhere now, no album tie-in announced yet, but it feels like fuel for whatever he’s cooking next.
YB’s been unstoppable this year, stacking releases even through the noise—tour highs, family focus, and that unrelenting output that keeps him atop playlists. At 26, tracks like this show he’s still evolving the sound: more introspective hooks, sharper threats, always that Baton Rouge grit shining through the fame.
Dive into the Top Cobain lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other YoungBoy Never Broke Again tracks for more of that unrelenting fire.
| Lead Vocals | YoungBoy Never Broke Again |
| Songwriter | YoungBoy Never Broke Again |
| Music Producer | JB Sauced Up |
| Distributor | Universal Music Group |
| Video Director | Rich Porter, Director Carrington & FlyGuyNick |
| Label | Never Broke Again & Motown Records |
| Release Date | December 15, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Never Broke Again & Motown Records |
Lyrics of Top Cobain by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
[Intro]
(Ayy, JB, You Sauced Up)
Mm
Sometimes I Could— I’ma Admit, I Don’t Be Gettin’ It
Like (Henry, You Ate This One)
[Chorus]
I’ma Need You For Take Out Some Time, Right Now, And Just Focus
Them People Been On Me, Tryna Break What I Molded
And I Fall In The Back With Them Trappers
I Stack, I React, With That Pistol, I Grip, And I Tote It
And I Told Her, “I’m F**kin’ Up All Of This Money,”
She Kept It One Hundred, I Feel Like I Owe Her
They Be Screamin’ My Name, Through The Mic, Tellin’ Pain
All I Hear On The Stage When I’m Walkin’ Up On It, “Top Cobain (Top Cobain)
Top Cobain”
Say My Name (Say My Name, Top Cobain)
Top Cobain
She Been Reachin’ For My Love, I’m Fallin’ Over, I Drunk All My Lean
“Who Done Got The Bases Fully Loaded? Top Cobain, Top Cobain” (Hey)
[Verse 1]
Had The Guitar, I’ma Kick It
Explicit, Exquisite, Just Check How I’m Livin’
On Top Of The Mansion, I’m Stackin’ These Millions
And On Top Of A Hater I Put On Them Fifty (Brrt)
Modification, I Rush In The Engine
Modificated, That’s All Of These Glocks
Bro Put A Box On The Back Of The Glizzy (Blatt)
Jump Out, He Hittin’, And He Clappin’, Don’t Stop
I Ain’t Tryna Go Back, No
I Done Came Long Ways From The Block
Up Inside My Of My Cell,
I’m Usin’ Batteries Just Like My Dope-boy (Just Like My Dope-boy)
I’ma Go On That Madden,
And I Don’t Play Like That, Bitch,
I’ll Smoke Somethin’ (Bitch, I’ll Smoke Somethin’)
We’ll Kill You, Too, With All That Claimin’ Like You Know Somethin’
Oh, Woah, Oh, Oh (Oh, Woah)
Got My Cup Runnin’ Off, 4,
You Know I Meant Fallin’ In Love With These Bitches (Oh, Woah, Oh, Oh)
On The Road, Through The Door,
They Gon’ Watch How These Diamonds Keep Shinin’, I’m Swervin’ A Bentley
I Just Set The Set, That’s Fifty Showers, And They Each One Million (Top)
From The Bottom, Was Tryna Get Up, And They Kicked Me (Ayy)
On That Drank, They Gon’ Love Me, I Pour It For To Sip It
[Chorus]
I’ma Need You For Take Out Some Time, Right Now, And Just Focus
Them People Been On Me, Tryna Break What I Molded
And I Fall In The Back With Them Trappers
I Stack, I React, With That Pistol, I Grip, And I Tote It
And I Told Her, “I’m F**kin’ Up All Of This Money,”
She Kept It One Hundred, I Feel Like I Owe Her
They Be Screamin’ My Name, Through The Mic, Tellin’ Pain
All I Hear On The Stage When I’m Walkin’ Up On It, “Top Cobain (Top Cobain)
Top Cobain”
Say My Name (Say My Name, Top Cobain)
Top Cobain
She Been Reachin’ For My Love, I’m Fallin’ Over, I Drunk All My Lean
“Who Done Got The Bases Fully Loaded? Top Cobain, Top Cobain”
[Verse 2]
Too Much Lean, All This Weed,
I Can Guarantee, For Sure, That Tonight Goes Slow
Too Much Lean, All This Weed,
I Can Guarantee, Tonight, I Have A Brand New Ho
Dancers Dancin’, Oh-oh, I Throw G’s
Everybody With Me Bangin’, We Leave Blood On The Floor
Hold On, Everybody With Me F**kin’
If You See Them With Me, They Gettin’ Money
In Your Sleeves, The Hundred-round-k Punchin’
Opp Packed Out On The Yard, Get His Lungs Punished (Hey, Hey)
Ayy, I Got Twenty Girls With Me, I’m Takin’ Care Of All Of Them
We Got Heavy Artillery, I’m Ready To Shoot At All Of Them
Better Not Get In My Way
Let Me Count My Green
I Promise, We’ll Kill All Of Them
She Been Tryna Give Her All To Me While I’m Tryna Give My All To Them (Them)
I Told Her She Out Of My League (Uh-oh, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy), Huh
Bitch, I’m Top Cobain (Woah)
This Bitch Like Yb (Woah)
I’m With The 5 In The Streets (Woah), Throw Off The G
Inside Of My Mansion, Four, Three Freak
I’m Smokin’ These Cigarettes, Brush My Teeth
Bitch Better Make Sure I Eat
[Chorus]
I’ma Need You For Take Out Some Time, Right Now, And Just Focus
Them People Been On Me, Tryna Break What I Molded
And I Fall In The Back With Them Trappers (Back)
I Stack, I React, With That Pistol, I Grip, And I Tote It
And I Told Her, “I’m F**kin’ Up All Of This Money,”
She Kept It One Hundred, I Feel Like I Owe Her
They Be Screamin’ My Name, Through The Mic, Tellin’ Pain
All I Hear On The Stage When I’m Walkin’ Up On It, “Top Cobain (Top Cobain)
Top Cobain”
Say My Name (Say My Name, Top Cobain)
Top Cobain
She Been Reachin’ For My Love, I’m Fallin’ Over, I Drunk All My Lean
“Who Done Got The Bases Fully Loaded? Top Cobain, Top Cobain” (Hey)
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