YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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50 Shots

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50 Shots

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Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat (mask on— mask on—)

Mask on tryna slang the other way

Burn that bitch, 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 shit this way, we gon' see what murder say

Got my wig on, prolly in the city

With a dirty stick and some shit that's sticky

In the murder zone while I'm in their city

Spin they block around tryna kill the business

Through this bitch I ain't never scared

Murder bag tryna get you dead

Everything around me banging red

Hunnid rounds aiming, taking off your head

That's a hit stick with a green flag that's tied around

Blick shit, 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 bitch 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

Niggas talking 'bout they won't see me, shit, let the top down and you see me, bitch

Got fifty shots, two separate sticks, plan on making shit irrelevant

FN with that scope on, nigga, this that skully shit

Starting to think my head gone from these dead skeletons

Riding round with a redbone, nigga, I don't want the bitch

Ten grand I'll pass 'round 'cause they just wanna catch me with my

Mask on tryna slang the other way

Burn that bitch, 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 shit this way, we gon' see what murder say

Got my wig on, prolly in the city

With a dirty stick and some shit that's sticky

In the murder zone while I'm in their city

Spin they block around tryna kill the business

Through this bitch I ain't never scared

Murder bag tryna get you dead

Everything around me banging red

Hunnid rounds aiming, taking off your head

Depressed bad, I ran out of Xans

Take the beef, put it in that pan

Hundred grand to grant Ten out the can

Pussy nigga hating, fuck it, you a fan

Toting something for to heat you up

Smoking loud with the windows up

Jugged the bitch out two hundred grand

Tell 'em fuck 'em, I don't give no fuck

They ain't banging me, but they bang to somethin'

Where I think he's from I'ma catch the bitch

I been preying on him with intelligence

I be starting to think I got murder sense

Bitch, 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 shit

Dumping G's on that sluggin' shit

Car full of guns like the Terminator

Toting something that I'll static with

Sherhonda ain't never paid for no cable

Niggas stay riding in a different Benz like a [?]

Get mad on suicidal shit

Back to the north, tryna get it blazing

Mask on tryna slang the other way

Burn that bitch, 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 shit this way, we gon' see what murder say

Got my wig on, prolly in the city

With a dirty stick and some shit that's sticky

In the murder zone while I'm in their city

Spin they block around tryna kill the business

Through this bitch I ain't never scared

Murder bag tryna get you dead

Everything around me banging red

Hunnid rounds aiming, taking off your head

Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat

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