homicide - moneybagg yo & youngboy never broke again lyrics
[chorus: moneybagg yo]
to f-ck with me you lucky and you know it
put your phone off, b-tch, you tweakin’, tryin’ to record
knew the cross was coming ‘fore it happened, i saw it
they throwin’ shots, ain’t hit sh-t, trying my best to ignore it
she on socials tryna bash me, b-tch tryna get off
he tryna get under my skin and diss me, he tryna get off
you see me but i ain’t see you, why you ain’t get off?
i catch my man it ain’t no question, i’ma get off
[verse 1: moneybagg yo]
yellow b-tch, yellow diamonds, ooh, i’m p-ssed off
the way she love me and she f-ck me, ooh she gettin’ off
he talking hard, approach him, watch how fast he get soft
rapid fire, nothin’ stop him, choppers lettin’ off
if i catch you i’m gettin’ off
i’m tryna knock your whole sh-t off
you and your mans too, i’ll drop the bag on the whole crew
ben be suffocating, the hundreds they be all blue
i’m on a whole ‘nother level, the b-tches, they all-new
speaking of b-tches, a b-tch tryna get off on instagram ’cause i fell back
why you ain’t make a post how you f-cked the clique, b-tch go tell that, hah
these rappers tryna sneak diss, tryna get off to get on, hah
catch their -ss in public, they gon’ get right and get gone
[chorus: moneybagg yo]
to f-ck with me you lucky and you know it
put your phone off, b-tch, you tweakin’, tryin’ to record
knew the cross was coming ‘fore it happened, i saw it
they throwin’ shots, ain’t hit sh-t, trying my best to ignore it
she on socials tryna bash me, b-tch tryna get off
he tryna get under my skin and diss me, he tryna get off
you see me but i ain’t see you, why you ain’t get off?
i catch my man it ain’t no question, i’ma get off
[verse 2: youngboy never broke again]
before the rap money, young n-gg- was ballin’ way before it
i don’t do no talkin’, i drop a bag on ’em then n-gg- you know it
i bought me a pint of that hi-tech, i crack it and pour it
i crunch up the x, end up in my mouth, you know that i throw it
she all in my section, she steady keep pressin’, but no, she don’t know it
when i’m up in texas, i ride with that wesson, just me and my boys
i swear it’s controlling me, seventeen, got four sons
tryna go cop me ’bout four foreigns
studio on the bus, i’m touring
i swear i don’t put no effort in these songs
bet these n-gg-s p-ssed off, mad at me and bagg, aw
grandma gone, i hold it down
no i won’t flock, i keep it strong
these b-tches be aching, i steady be raking
so when i’m recording, don’t call my phone
[chorus: moneybagg yo]
to f-ck with me you lucky and you know it
put your phone off, b-tch, you tweakin’, tryin’ to record
knew the cross was coming ‘fore it happened, i saw it
they throwin’ shots, ain’t hit sh-t, trying my best to ignore it
she on socials tryna bash me, b-tch tryna get off
he tryna get under my skin and diss me, he tryna get off
you see me but i ain’t see you, why you ain’t get off?
i catch my man it ain’t no question, i’ma get off
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