YoungBoy Never Broke Again - 50 Shots Lyrics - WikiLyrics
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - 50 Shots Lyrics


[Intro]
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
(mask on, mask on)

[Chorus]
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 im 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

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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 im 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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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 im 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


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