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YoungBoy Never Broke Again
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat) (Mask on, mask on) Mask on tryna slang the other way (baow, baow) Burn that bitch, take off his face Youngin can't control that Drac' Get out the way or 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 sticky In the murder zone while I'm in the city Steady blockin' rounds, tryna kill the business Threw this bitch, I ain't never scared Murder bag, tryna get you dead Everything 'round me bangin' red Hunnid rounds aimin' takin' 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 Henn like Taaka vodka with my partner Herm (partner Herm) Soon as I think I'm fallin', turn, out windows, let our choppers burn Niggas talkin' 'bout they won't see me Shit, let the top down and you see me, bitch Got fifty shots, two separate sticks, plan on makin' shit irrelevant FN with that scope on, nigga, this that Skully shit Startin' to think my head gone from these dead skeletons Ridin' 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 (baow, baow) Burn that bitch, take off his face Youngin can't control that Drac' Get out the way or 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 sticky In the murder zone while I'm in the city Steady blockin' rounds, tryna kill the business Threw this bitch, I ain't never scared Murder bag, tryna get you dead Everything 'round me bangin' red Hunnid rounds aimin' takin' off your head Depressed bad, I ran out of Xans Take the beef, put it in that pan Hunnid grand and grand Ten out the can Pussy nigga hatin', f*ck it, you a fan Totin' somethin' for they heat you up Smokin' loud with the windows up Jugged the bitch out two hundred grand Tell 'em f*ck 'em I don't give no f*ck They ain't bangin' me but they bang or somethin' Where I think he's from I'ma catch the bitch I been preyin' on him with intelligence I be startin' 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 Actin' nonchalant from that muddy shit Dumpin' G's on that slackin' shit Car full of guns like the Terminator Totin' somethin' that I static with Sheronda never paid for no K Niggas stay ridin' in a different Benz like a sports-inator (yeah) Get mad on suicidal shit Back to the north, tryna get it blazin' Mask on tryna slang the other way (baow, baow) Burn that bitch, take off his face Youngin can't control that Drac' Get out the way or you might be who die today (die today) 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 sticky In the murder zone while I'm in the city Steady blockin' rounds, tryna kill the business Threw this bitch, I ain't never scared Murder bag, tryna get you dead Everything 'round me bangin' red Hunnid rounds aimin' takin' off your head (Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)