YoungBoy Never Broke Again - 50 Shots lyrics

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - 50 Shots lyrics

[Intro] Who made this sh*t? TayTay made the beat (Mask on— Mask on—) [Chorus] Mask on tryna slang the other way (Baow, baow) Burn that b*tch, take off his face, youngin can't control that Drac' You better get out the way or you might be who die today, mm Tell 'em bring that sh*t this way, we gon' see what murder say Got my wig on, prolly in the city With a dirty stick and some sh*t that's sticky In the murder zone while I'm in their city Spin they block around tryna kill the business Through this b*tch I ain't never scared Murder bag tryna get you dead Everything around me banging red Hunnid rounds aiming, taking off your head [Verse 1] That's a hit stick with a green flag that's tied around Blick sh*t, catch the whole clique and then we knock 'em down Duck, duck, goose, they runnin' around Out here tryna pop a duck, no stoppin us But they got one b*tch that's think he fly, we euthanizing him On Henn like Taaka vodka with my partner Herm (Partner Herm) Soon as I think I'm falling, tearin' out windows, let our choppers burn ni**as talking 'bout they won't see me, sh*t, let the top down and you see me, b*tch Got fifty shots, two separate sticks, plan on making sh*t irrelevant FN with that scope on, ni**a, this that skully sh*t Starting to think my head gone from these dead skeletons Riding round with a redbone, ni**a, I don't want the b*tch Ten grand I'll pass 'round 'cause they just wanna catch me with my [Chorus] Mask on tryna slang the other way (Baow, baow) Burn that b*tch, take off his face, youngin can't control that Drac' You better get out the way or you might be who die today, mm Tell 'em bring that sh*t this way, we gon' see what murder say Got my wig on, prolly in the city With a dirty stick and some sh*t that's sticky In the murder zone while I'm in their city Spin they block around tryna kill the business Through this b*tch I ain't never scared Murder bag tryna get you dead Everything around me banging red Hunnid rounds aiming, taking off your head [Verse 2] Depressed bad, I ran out of Xans Take the beef, put it in that pan Hundred grand to grant Ten out the can Pussy ni**a hating, fu*k it, you a fan Toting something for to heat you up Smoking loud with the windows up Jugged the b*tch out two hundred grand Tell 'em fu*k 'em, I don't give no fu*k They ain't banging me, but they bang to somethin' Where I think he's from I'ma catch the b*tch I been preying on him with intelligence I be starting to think I got murder sense b*tch, I think of bread and that money come If you say I'm broke, I'm forever bent Tell your boyfriend I'm another rich Acting nonchalant from that muddy sh*t Dumping G's on that sluggin' sh*t Car full of guns like the Terminator Toting something that I'll static with Sherhonda ain't never paid for no cable ni**as stay riding in a different Benz like a sports-inator (Yeah) Get mad on suicidal sh*t Back to the north, tryna get it blazing [Chorus] Mask on tryna slang the other way (Baow, baow) Burn that b*tch, take off his face, youngin can't control that Drac' You better get out the way or you might be who die today, mm Tell 'em bring that sh*t this way, we gon' see what murder say Got my wig on, prolly in the city With a dirty stick and some sh*t that's sticky In the murder zone while I'm in their city Spin they block around tryna kill the business Through this b*tch I ain't never scared Murder bag tryna get you dead Everything around me banging red Hunnid rounds aiming, taking off your head [Outro] Who made this sh*t? TayTay made the beat

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