NBA YoungBoy – 50 Shots Lyrics
Artist: NBA YoungBoy
Song: 50 Shots
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
(Mask on, mask on)
Mask on tryna slang the other way
(Bow, bow)
Burner b#tch 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 sh#t this way, we gon see what murda say
Got my wig on prolly in the city with a dirty stick and some sh#t that stick
In the murder zone while I’m in the city
Blow they block around tryna kill the business
Through this b#tch 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 sh#t, 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 b#tch 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
n#gg#s talking bout they won’t see me sh#t let the top down and you see me b#tch
Got fifty shots, two shepherd sticks, plan on making sh#t irrelevant
FN with that scope on, n#gg#, this that skelly sh#t
Starting to think my head gone from these dead skeletons
Riding round with a redbone n#gg# I don’t want the b#tch
[?] I pass round ’cause they just wanna catch me with my
Mask on tryna slang the other way
(Bow, bow)
Burner b#tch 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 sh#t this way, we gon see what murda say
Got my wig on prolly in the city with a dirty stick and some sh#t that stick
In the murder zone while I’m in the city
Blow they block around tryna kill the business
Through this b#tch 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
p#ss# n#gg# hating, f#ck it you a fan
Toting something for to heat you up
Smoking loud with the windows up
Jugged the b#tch out two hundred grand
Tell em f#ck em I don’t give no f#ck
They ain’t banging me but they bang [?]
Where I think he’s from I’ma catch the b#tch
I been preying on him with intelligence
I be starting to think I got murder sense
b#tch I think of bread and that money come
If you say I’m broke I’m forever b#tch
Tell your boyfriend I’m another rich
Acting nonchalant from that muddy sh#t
Dumping G’s on that [?] sh#t
Car full of guns like the terminator
Toting something that I static with
n#gg#s stay riding in a different Benz like a [?]
Get mad on suicidal sh#t
Back to the north tryna get it blazing
Mask on tryna slang the other way
(Bow, bow)
Burner b#tch 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 sh#t this way, we gon see what murda say
Got my wig on prolly in the city with a dirty stick and some sh#t that stick
In the murder zone while I’m in the city
Blow they block around tryna kill the business
Through this b#tch 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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Release Year: 2016