Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 50 Shots, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Date of issue: 04.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
50 Shots |
| 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 I’m 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 I’m 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 I’m 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 |