50 Shots - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Mask on tryna slang the other way

(Bow, bow)

Burner bitch take off his face

Youngin can’t control that Drac'

Get out the way it you might be who die today

Mmm, tell em bring that shit this way, we gon see what murda say

Got my wig on prolly in the city with a dirty stick and some shit that stick

In the murder zone while I’m in the city

Blow they block around tryna kill the business

Through this bitch I ain’t never scared

Murder bag tryna get you dead

Everything round me banging red, hunnid rounds aiming taking off your head

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

Blitz shit, catch the whole clique and then we knock em down

Duck duck goose they run around

Out here tryna pop a duck, no stoppin us

But they got one bitch that’s think he fly, we euthanizing him

On with my partner Herm

Soon as I think I’m falling turn out windows let out choppers burn

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

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

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

Starting to think my head gone from these dead skeletons

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

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

Mask on tryna slang the other way

(Bow, bow)

Burner bitch take off his face

Youngin can’t control that Drac'

Get out the way it you might be who die today

Mmm, tell em bring that shit this way, we gon see what murda say

Got my wig on prolly in the city with a dirty stick and some shit that stick

In the murder zone while I’m in the city

Blow they block around tryna kill the business

Through this bitch I ain’t never scared

Murder bag tryna get you dead

Everything round me banging red, hunnid rounds aiming taking off your head

Depressed bad, I ran out of xans

Taking beef, put it in that pan

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

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 bitch

Tell your boyfriend I’m another rich

Acting nonchalant from that muddy shit

Dumping G’s on that shit

Car full of guns like the terminator

Toting something that I static with

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

(Bow, bow)

Burner bitch take off his face

Youngin can’t control that Drac'

Get out the way it you might be who die today

Mmm, tell em bring that shit this way, we gon see what murda say

Got my wig on prolly in the city with a dirty stick and some shit that stick

In the murder zone while I’m in the city

Blow they block around tryna kill the business

Through this bitch I ain’t never scared

Murder bag tryna get you dead

Everything round me banging red, hunnid rounds aiming taking off your head