50 Shots Song Lyrics

50 Shots by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Who made this sh*t? TayTay made the beat (Mask on- Mask on-)

Mask on tryna slang the other way (Baow, baow)
Burn that b**ch, take off his face, youngin can’t control that Drac’
You better get out the way or you might be who die today, mm
Tell ’em bring that sh*t this way, we gon’ see what murder say
Got my wig on, prolly in the city
With a dirty stick and some sh*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**ch 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 sh*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**ch 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
Niggas talking ’bout they won’t see me, sh*t, let the top down and you see me, b**ch
Got fifty shots, two separate sticks, plan on making sh*t irrelevant
FN with that scope on, nigga, this that skully sh*t
Starting to think my head gone from these dead skeletons
Riding round with a redbone, nigga, I don’t want the b**ch
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**ch, take off his face, youngin can’t control that Drac’
You better get out the way or you might be who die today, mm
Tell ’em bring that sh*t this way, we gon’ see what murder say
Got my wig on, prolly in the city
With a dirty stick and some sh*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**ch 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
Pussy nigga hating, f**k it, you a fan
Toting something for to heat you up
Smoking loud with the windows up
Jugged the b**ch 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**ch
I been preying on him with intelligence
I be starting to think I got murder senses
b**ch, 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 sh*t
Dumping G’s on that sluggin’ sh*t
Car full of guns like the Terminator
Toting something that I’ll static with
Sherhonda ain’t never paid for no cable
Niggas stay riding in a different Benz like a sports-inator (Yeah)
Get mad on suicidal sh*t
Back to the north, tryna get it blazing

Mask on tryna slang the other way (Baow, baow)
Burn that b**ch, take off his face, youngin can’t control that Drac’
You better get out the way or you might be who die today, mm
Tell ’em bring that sh*t this way, we gon’ see what murder say
Got my wig on, prolly in the city
With a dirty stick and some sh*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**ch 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 sh*t? TayTay made the beat