文本歌词

50 Shots (Explicit) - Youngboy Never Broke Again
Lyrics by：Kentrell Gaulden/Tavian Carter
Who made this s**t
TayTay made the beat
Mask on mask on
Mask on tryna slang the other way
Baow baow
Burn that b***h take off his face youngin can't control that Drac'
Get out the way or you might be who die today mm
Tell 'em bring that s**t this way we gon' see what murder say
Got my wig on prolly in the city
With a dirty stick and some s**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***h 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 s**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***h 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 followed turn out windows let our choppers burn
N***as talking 'bout they won't see me s**t
Let the top down and you see me b***h
Got fifty shots two separate sticks plan on making s**t irrelevant
FN with that scope on n***a this that skully s**t
Starting to think my head gone from these dead skeletons
Riding round with a redbone n***a I don't want the b***h
Ten grand I'll pass 'round 'cause they just wanna catch me with my
Mask on tryna slang the other way
Baow baow
Burn that b***h take off his face youngin can't control that Drac'
Get out the way or you might be who die today mm
Tell 'em bring that s**t this way we gon' see what murder say
Got my wig on prolly in the city
With a dirty stick and some s**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***h 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
P***y n***a hating f**k it you a fan
Toting something for to heat you up
Smoking loud with the windows up
Jugged the b***h out two hundred grand
Tell 'em f**k 'em I don't give no f**k
They ain't banging me but they bang to somethin'
Where I think he's from I'ma catch the b***h
I been preying on him with intelligence
I be starting to think I got murder senses
B***h 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 s**t
Dumping G's on that sluggin' s**t
Car full of guns like the Terminator
Toting something that I'll static with
Sherhonda ain't never paid for no cable
N***as stay riding in a different Benz like a sports-inator
Yeah
Get mad on suicidal s**t
Back to the north tryna get it blazing
Mask on tryna slang the other way
Baow baow
Burn that b***h take off his face youngin can't control that Drac'
Get out the way or you might be who die today mm
Tell 'em bring that s**t this way we gon' see what murder say
Got my wig on prolly in the city
With a dirty stick and some s**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***h 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 s**t
TayTay made the beat