YoungBoy Never Broke Again - 50 Shots Lyrics

(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)