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Moneybagg Yo - Code Red [w/ Blac Youngsta] Album Lyrics



Moneybagg Yo - Code Red [w/ Blac Youngsta] Lyrics
(Featuring Blac Youngsta)






Birthplace

Bitch
(Whore)
Go

Put a price on love, won't pay that (no)
In the city only where I get hate at (where I'm from)
Make sure the shit real 'fore you take that (better)
Tryna do what I do, can't fake that (at all)
I'm the shit without you and you know that (you know that)
Bitches mad I done bought my ho that (Lambo)
FN like when I'ma blow that (blow)
Steady steppin' on shit, free Kodak
Humble to a certain extent, jump off the jet, then board the yacht (yacht)
Let Youngsta control the car (why?)
Press the bread, I'm twistin' Za (rollin')
And this shit here very high (very high)
London Cake with Berry Pie (Berry Pie)
Gotta know smoke come with fire (fire)
You must not be scared to die (huh?)

I get money, f*ck you think? (Yeah)
Smokin' Za, real Murder Inc (murder)
Poured up in a dirty drink (lean)
Sippin' with my sneaky link (shh)
Hit her on the kitchen sink (ugh, ugh)
She hollerin' out, energy
Tell her what she wanna hear (whoa)
She be like, "You sendin' me" (haha)
Lingo in my wordplay (yeah)
All a nigga get is M's, represent my birthplace
Hitters come through with that yeah, at your top like hairspray (brr)
Do 'em in the worst way (how?)
His niggas didn't ride for him, they just got shirts made (damn)

(Ugh, ugh, whoa)
Once I cut you off, don't want you back
(Mad jealous ho)
You my biggest hater, that's a fact
(I can't never fold)
You know I can't spare no pussy rats
(I'm gon' wipe they nose)
They put cases on me back to back

I get money, f*ck you thinkin'?
All blue hundreds, I don't f*ck with pink (pink)
Feds in the hood, every day an opp dyin'
Church on Sunday in my Cuban link (yeah)
I been hearin' voices, you gon' get extorted
I'm just tellin' you what the shooters think (that part)
You a pussy nigga
Every time you wash your pussy, you gon' have to use a sink (that part)
Yeah, she want a part of my heart
I'm tryna give this lil' bitch a part of my safe
I told that bitch from the start
I ain't tryna be in love with you, I just wanna go on dates
She ain't gotta ask me, she know where the stash be
She know when the opps come, she better spray
I love her body, pay for the pla-ski
Every time I wanna hit, she gonna lay

I get money, f*ck you think? (Yeah)
Smokin' Za, real Murder Inc (murder)
Poured up in a dirty drink (lean)
Sippin' with my sneaky link (shh)
Hit her on the kitchen sink (ugh, ugh)
She hollerin' out, energy
Tell her what she wanna hear (whoa)
She be like, "You sendin' me" (haha)
Lingo in my wordplay (yeah)
All a nigga get is M's, represent my birthplace
Hitters come through with that yeah, at your top like hairspray (brr)
Do 'em in the worst way (how?)
His niggas didn't ride for him, they just got shirts made (damn)

(Ugh, ugh, whoa)
Once I cut you off, don't want you back
(Mad jealous ho)
You my biggest hater, that's a fact
(I can't never fold)
You know I can't spare no pussy rats
(I'm gon' wipe they nose)
They put cases on me back to back
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Christopher Pearson, DeMario White, Sammie Benson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Super Hot

[ Featuring Blac Youngsta ]

(Tahj Money)
(Dmac on the f*ckin' track)

Hrr-hrr, f*ckin' with my gang, you get your shooters shot
Commissary, he got put on max since he was super hot
Pussy nigga, you might tie your shoes but you don't shoot your Glock
Real nigga, I might f*ck your bitch and make you super hot
Hrr-hrr, f*ckin' with my gang, you get your shooters shot
Commissary, he got put on max since he was super hot
Pussy nigga, you might tie your shoes but you don't shoot your Glock
Real nigga, I might f*ck your bitch and make you super hot (yeah, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)

F*ck nigga, I don't tussle, shoot you 'cause I'm impulsive (bop)
Ridin' with a controlled substance that can get me in trouble (locked)
Made a play for fifty in the Bentley with a head hunter (thot)
You press charges, I press buttons, steroids, real muscle
Ugh, ugh, took his bitch, slut her out, ooh, he mad now (ha)
Hundreds in my front and back pockets, I'm on they ass now (I'ma spazz)
HiTech in my carry-on, full of red on a red eye (high)
If they went against me, they either broke or they dead now (bitch)
Gotta know your shooter background, can't just be stampin' me
Infinity Q50 with choppers, that's what the steppers in
I f*ck you then dismiss you, man, my heart don't be for every bitch (can't)
Ridin' with that heat, 300, blackout with that coolin' kit

Hrr-hrr, f*ckin' with my gang, you get your shooters shot
Commissary, he got put on max since he was super hot
Pussy nigga, you might tie your shoes but you don't shoot your Glock
Real nigga, I might f*ck your bitch and make you super hot
Hrr-hrr, f*ckin' with my gang, you get your shooters shot
Commissary, he got put on max since he was super hot
Pussy nigga, you might tie your shoes but you don't shoot your Glock
Real nigga, I might f*ck your bitch and make you super hot

Gang-gang
I might f*ck your bitch and make you super hot (super hot)
I got sixty rounds off in my chopper, I got super shots (super shots)
My lil' niggas thuggin', shoot your block up, give a f*ck who you shot (Who you shot)
I don't f*ck with opps, I shoot they mammy if they super opps (super opps)
Hrr-hrr, I keep macaronis in my cooter stock (gang-gang)
Last time you ain't feed your man, he did somethin', got your shooters shot (grrt)
Free Kodak, he got put on max since he's a superstar (free Kodak)
That's a fact, I'm gon' shoot this MAC 'cause I go too retarded (they know that)
Free my nigga Keon out detention 'cause he super solid
F*ckin' with my gang, boy, you get shot 'fore you get that new Ferrari
I just land in DC, I did one show, I got two deposits
I won't hesitate to set your block up like a supermarket

Hrr-hrr, f*ckin' with my gang, you get your shooters shot
Commissary, he got put on max since he was super hot
Pussy nigga, you might tie your shoes but you don't shoot your Glock
Real nigga, I might f*ck your bitch and make you super hot
Hrr-hrr, f*ckin' with my gang, you get your shooters shot
Commissary, he got put on max since he was super hot
Pussy nigga, you might tie your shoes but you don't shoot your Glock
Real nigga, I might f*ck your bitch and make you super hot
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Writer: David McDowell, DeMario White, Julien Anderson, Lukas Payne, Sammie Benson, Sterling Reynolds, Tahj Vaughn
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Said Sum

(Turn me up YC)

Huh? (what?)
Ah, I thought a broke nigga said sum (ah)
Talkin' shit but they still ain't sayin' nothin' (ain't sayin' nothin')
We gon' trap dis bitch out 'til the feds come (run it up, run it up)
Huh? (what she say?)
Ah, I thought a pussy hoe said sum (ah)
How it go when I'm talkin', you listen (just listen)
Cut her off 'cause she spoke on the business (go)

Hunnids and fifties, can't swap a dime for a penny
You know that's a stupid decision (yup)
Head first wit it, I shot a shot at my nigga bitch
Really didn't think 'fore I did it (nope)
Make it make sense (please)
Luckily I was on point with the last hoe
Kept my receipts (why?)
Warranty good, made sure I gotta full refund
When I gave her back to the streets (go)
Forever I rep, put the set on the chain
I'm thuggin', you already know how I came (know how I-)
Yeah, he got money but niggas be lame
I Lambo'd her life, told her get out that Range
Her mani and pedi same color as my teeth (white)
She got a blue check and a check without me (nice)
Hood nigga ridin 'in a foreign on E (still)
Sick of these niggas, COVID-19 (ugh)
Karate the Wockhardt tryna kick the cup (shake it)
Came up like Giannis, I get bigger bucks (made it)
Got four different choppas right there in this truck (now)
I'm just being honest, I could get you touched
Put you in the blender I could get you slushed (haha)
I see the comments but really unbothered
I know it's hurtin', she salty I scarred her
Beware what you lay up and say to these bitches they can't hold water (period)

Ah, I thought a broke nigga said sum (ah)
Talkin' shit but they still ain't sayin' nothin' (ain't sayin' nothin')
We gon' trap dis bitch out 'til the feds come (run it up, run it up)
Huh? (what she say?)
Ah, I thought a pussy hoe said sum (ah)
How it go when I'm talkin', you listen (just listen)
Cut her off 'cause she spoke on the business (go)

I thought a nigga who watch what I do
But he can't get his bitch back said sum (tuh)
Is it true that he postin' another nigga money?
Prolly, I don't put that pass him (maybe so)
I thought a hoe that be speakin' on me but be f*ckin' a broke nigga said sum (listen)
Hold up lil' bitch, get a nigga that's lit
I'm the whole loaf, he the breadcrumbs (go)
Rappers with these mixed feelins (what?)
I ain't f*ckin' wit 'em (nope)
Like a Richard Mille let me know what time it is
Bagg where da Runtz at? (Huh?)
Know you got it on you 'posed to be smell proof
Bussin' out the vacuum seal
These niggas lil' boys, childish, Fisher Price
Confident I'm not cocky so get it right
She bending over but I want some head first
I'ont even wanna know what the pussy like
Trippin' too close to fallin' so I'm ballin'
It's crazy my opp got shot but I ain't call it (sike, slow up)
I come around, niggas go put they hoe up
These bitches stay on my channel (yeah)
Must've seen me on TV (yeah)
It took me six hours to count a mill exactly
I'm accurate with that cheese, yeah (big Bagg)

Huh? (what?)
Ah, I thought a broke nigga said sum (ah)
Talkin' shit but they still ain't sayin' nothin' (ain't sayin' nothin')
We gon' trap dis bitch out 'til the feds come (run it up, run it up)
Huh? (what she say?)
Ah, I thought a pussy hoe said sum (ah)
How it go when I'm talkin', you listen (just listen)
Cut her off 'cause she spoke on the business (go)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Andre Lamar Jackson, Demario Dewayne White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Truth Be Told

(Tahj Money)
(Dmac on the f*cking track)

[Blac Youngsta]
Hrr-hrr, f*cking with my gang, you get your shooters shot
Commissary, he got put on max since he was super hot
Pussy nigga, you might tie your shoes but you don't shoot your Glock
Real nigga, I might f*ck your bitch and make you super hot
Hrr-hrr, f*cking with my gang, you get your shooters shot
Commissary, he got put on max since he was super hot
Pussy nigga, you might tie your shoes but you don't shoot your Glock
Real nigga, I might f*ck your bitch and make you super hot

[Moneybagg Yo]
F*ck nigga, I don't tussle, shoot you 'cause I'm impulsive
Riding with a controlled substance that can get me in trouble
Made a play for fifty in the Bentley with a head hunter
You press charges, I press buttons, steroids, rеal muscle
Uh, uh, took his bitch, slut her out, ooh, he mad now
Hundrеds in my front and back pockets, I'm on they ass now
HiTech in my carry-on, full of red on a red eye
If they went against me, they either broke or they dead now
Gotta know your shooter background, can't just be stampin' me
Infinity Q50 with choppers, that's what the steppers in
I f*ck you then dismiss you, man, my heart don't be for every bitch
Riding with that head, 300, blackout with that cooling kit

[Blac Youngsta]
Hrr-hrr, f*cking with my gang, you get your shooters shot
Commissary, he got put on max since he was super hot
Pussy nigga, you might tie your shoes but you don't shoot your Glock
Real nigga, I might f*ck your bitch and make you super hot
Hrr-hrr, f*cking with my gang, you get your shooters shot
Commissary, he got put on max since he was super hot
Pussy nigga, you might tie your shoes but you don't shoot your Glock
Real nigga, I might f*ck your bitch and make you super hot

[Blac Youngsta]
I might f*ck your bitch and make you super hot
I got sixty rounds off in my chopper, I got super shots
My lil' niggas thuggin', shoot your block up, give a f*ck who you shot
I don't f*ck with opps, I shoot they mami if they super opps
I keep macaronis in my [?]
Last time you ain't feed your man, he did something, got your shooters shot
Free Kodak, he got put on max since he's a superstar
That's a fact, I'm gon' shoot this MAC 'cause I go too retarded
Free my nigga Keon out detention 'cause he super solid
F*cking with my gang, boy, you get shot 'fore you get that new Ferrari
I just land in DC, I did one show, I got two deposits
I won't hesitate to set your block up like a supermarket

[Blac Youngsta]
Hrr-hrr, f*cking with my gang, you get your shooters shot
Commissary, he got put on max since he was super hot
Pussy nigga, you might tie your shoes but you don't shoot your Glock
Real nigga, I might f*ck your bitch and make you super hot
Hrr-hrr, f*cking with my gang, you get your shooters shot
Commissary, he got put on max since he was super hot
Pussy nigga, you might tie your shoes but you don't shoot your Glock
Real nigga, I might f*ck your bitch and make you super hot
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




New Chain

[ Featuring Yo Gotti ]

(Ayy, Southside, where'd you get all that drip?)

New chain on chill but I'm hot as two suns
Protectin' the brand, I went bought some more guns
Roll up some shit, look like elephants thumbs
"Bagg it's yo time," said the watch on my arm
Bitches gon' milk 'cause I'm lit like a candle
I'm never lackin', gettin' head with my hammer
Ain't used to nothin', she thought Chanel was channel
When I record, she show out for the camera
But down the Cartier, plain jane the Hublot
One bitch that's uno with me in this two-door
Stars in the Lambo', I done went Pluto
Me and this money a dynamic duo
Slam on an opp, hit his ass with the suplex
Live in a condo and trap out the duplex
Ice on my collar, can't tell this a crewneck
Walk in the spot, all the hoes holler, "Who that?"
I did a feature, they pay with Biscotti (smoke)
Used to be OG but now it's exotic (Za)
No dykes around, but my strap in the party
They pray for my endin' but I just got started
Gated my house, you can't find it on Zillow
Can't go to sleep broke, couple million my pillow
Knock off an opp then I f*ck on his widow
Then catch me a flight, turn to Lil' Jon and get low
I go ham, but no pork on my fork (Alhamdulillah)
Took a jet from LA to New York (flight was too far)
Know I'm lit but I'm just heatin' up
It's way too early to be passin' a torch (can't do that)
I turned the condo to a trap spot
Let a nigga take my chain, I bet not
Already too late if you see that red dot (baow, brr, go)

Protectin' the brand, I just bought some new Glocks
Coronavirus, they went outta stock
I give my shooters high price for your top
Guarantee one day your body gon' drop (how much?)
Guarantee one day them bitches gon' hate on me
Guarantee this the day they gon' get caught (guarantee)
I put that AK right dead in your face
You know when it's a robbery, you can't move a lot
Walk in the spot, all the rappers, they get back
I'm the same niggas they call for they shit back (pussy)
I make my bitches break down like a Kit-Kat
You want that smoke but you know you not with that (nah)
I might work out on your bitch like a six-pack
Flooded my Heavy Camp chain with the baguettes (ice)
I'm not the typical nigga you fuss at
You not the typical bitch I would hush for
Gotta let you know you playin' with a Don (Don)
I put that Cartier watch on my arm (watch on my arm)
I done did so much dirt under the sun
I done did so much good shit for my mom
Rich nigga flow, come from the slums
I shoot my opps on the spot, I don't run
I got a bitch out in Cali', she blonde
I spend my money with Shyne so I won

Hundreds on choppers, the meat is a throwback
Spot in Miami, I'm freein' Lil Kodak
Bool on the Lamb' that matches my zodiac
I'm havin' Zoom calls back of the Maybach (hello?)
If it ain't 'bout millions let me be excused
Don't disrespect me nigga thinkin' it's cool
No f*cks should be toleratin' in the crew
And we don't make Worldstar, we make the news
And everythin' mafia (mafia)
And everythin' profitable
I don't see nothin' from stoppin' us
My bitch want a Birkin, I'm coppin' 'em (coppin' 'em)
Lil' dawg want a body, he droppin' 'em
Baguettie the chain, make it look different
Bustdown the Richard to rock in the kitchen (okay)
Give 'em a stack to clean up the dishes
Don't talk on the phone, we know that they listenin' (hop out)
The trap been producin' a hundred a day
Bagg been chargin' a hunnid a day (a hunnid)
Youngsta gon' keep a hunnid in the K
Another hunnid on the way
Fishscale, every nigga with me get a plate for real
Every nigga with me sell weight still
Every nigga with me go ape for real
I'ma teach you how to work that Drac' for real
Like how you make that ass shake for real
I'ma f*ck you in the front of that Wraith for real
Your boyfriend an opp, but you safe for real

Got a new chain and that bitch come from Wafi
He got a Rollie, he just beat a body
You know it ain't my shit if it ain't exotic
She wanna kick it, I don't do karate
I'm like lil' shawty, I'm feelin' your body
Bought her a Cuban, the pendant say Gotti
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: DeMario White, Joshua Luellen, Mario Mimms, Sammie Benson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Trickin Ass Nigga

[ Featuring Blac Youngsta ]

Let's go (I got hitman on the beat)
This a hit, fool, no cap (okay)
Blac youngsta on the track
(Bagg too, bagg too, yeah, yeah)
Okay, you know I'm back on that bullshit, right?
Bitch, come on (go)

Trickin'-ass nigga, that's somethin' I would never be (nah)
I won't buy you nothin' you can't afford yourself f*ckin' with me (no, ma'am)
Bitch, I'm status which means just to be in my presence is a fee (goddamn)
Booty tatted, she call me daddy like I'm old enough to be (go ham)
2020 Urus for my bitch, now she got Lambo pussy
Turn up on 'em, told her make 'em madder 'cause I know they lookin' (now)
You can see it from the back (back)
Thought I saw a puddy cat (Tweety)
Don't call her a ho, she just a product of her habitat
Askin' for somethin' and don't belong to me, bitch, it's over with (it's over with)
Runnin' 'round mentionin' what we doin', so she blowed it (blowed it)
I f*ck with apple, he walked straight up in the door and poured two lines (clean)
I had left that bitch last week, why I look up and she still cryin'? (Huh?)
Got nothin' for no bitch but mine, if I'm lyin', I'm flyin'

Trickin'-ass nigga (whore), he up to no good
He said he gon' make her problems go away, take her out the hood
He said he gon' pull down on me 'bout that bitch, I wish he would
I said I'm gon' bust my fire just like I did back in the hood (gang-gang)
Trickin'-ass nigga (whore), yeah, your pockets full
Can't be standin' in the shake zone not throwin' money, that ain't good
He said he gon' pull down on you, throw them racks, but he don't do it
I said I'm gon' pull down on you, give you dick like Tiger Woods (whore)

I said I still be in the club throwin' gang signs (gang-gang)
You live in your house, ho, I'm gon' live in mines (my shit)
You want me to rush, ho, I'm gon' take my time (woo)
Rolex on my wrist, but I can't tell the time
She gon' deepthroat (deep)
Ass and her waist match her face, she a freak ho (freak)
You know all my bitches, they do anything for a b-roll (streets)
You know all my niggas, they do anything for a c-note (creep)
I don't care if you know long as the streets know (you a)

Trickin'-ass nigga (gang-gang), he up to no good
He said he gon' make her problems go away, take her out the hood
He said he gon' pull down on me 'bout that bitch, I wish he would
I said I'm gon' bust my fire just like I did back in the hood (gang-gang)
Trickin'-ass nigga (gang-gang), yeah, your pockets full
Can't be standin' in the shake zone not throwin' money, that ain't good
He said he gon' pull down on you, throw them racks, but he don't do it
I said I'm gon' pull down on you, give you dick like Tiger Woods (whore)

Keep that
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Writer: DeMario White, Gregory Sanders Jr., Julien Anderson, Sammie Benson
Copyright: Lyrics © HITMANAUDIO PUBLISHING, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Brain Dead

[ Featuring Ari ]

Finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head, ooh-ooh
Finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head, ooh-ooh

Distant lovers, but we off in the same bed
You say I never think 'bout you like I'm brain dead
High in this coupe, a pound of Runtz and an eight of red
Playin' with your pussy, wishin' that it was me instead
I wanna give but tryna maintain a level head
I live with no regrets, I ain't takin' back nothin' I said
Big dick hit different, when I pop a Perc' to the head
You my lil' G, no notary, I'm stampin' it

Flashbacks of us f*ckin', in the rain, I still had on my chains
Thought I saw you, but you not her, you left a stain on my brain
Just accept my flaws and all the slander that come with my name
Niggas ain't a factor, that's a fact, they can't play in my lane
Backseat of the Maybach, presi' Rolex plain, grown man
If you adore her, you gotta Dior her, ain't no price range
Tell me this endless
Show me you won't run out on us
You say I'm not affectionate, it's not my fault, I don't know love
Always gettin' on your nerve, it be my choice of words
You got to be the one for me, look at all these hoes I curved
The blind, can't see how I'm comin'
At least I'm raw and I'm honest
I'm not gon' play 'bout this woman
Brain dead, you left me unconscious

Finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head, ooh-ooh
Finally got you out my bed
But I still can't get you out my head, ooh-ooh

Distant lovers, but we off in the same bed
You say I never think 'bout you like I'm brain dead
High in this coupe, a pound of Runtz and an eight of red
Playin' with your pussy, wishin' that it was me instead

"Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system
Hey babe, I'm just checkin' on you, see where you at, what you doin'
Call me when you can, love you, bye"

"I'm not finna keep callin' your motherf*ckin' phone, like
Call me the f*ck back, drop your location, somethin'
I'm finna beat your ass, you got me f*cked up
Call me back now"

"I'm sick of this shit, like, I'm done
I don't know why you always do this shit to me
Like you waste my f*ckin' time, all the time
All you have to do is call me back"
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Writer: Christopher Pearson, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Robert Fullatt
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Gun Smoke

[ Featuring 42 Dugg ]

(Tahj Money)
(Dmac on the f*cking track)

[Blac Youngsta]
Hrr-hrr, f*cking with my gang, you get your shooters shot
Commissary, he got put on max since he was super hot
Pussy nigga, you might tie your shoes but you don't shoot your Glock
Real nigga, I might f*ck your bitch and make you super hot
Hrr-hrr, f*cking with my gang, you get your shooters shot
Commissary, he got put on max since he was super hot
Pussy nigga, you might tie your shoes but you don't shoot your Glock
Real nigga, I might f*ck your bitch and make you super hot

[Moneybagg Yo]
F*ck nigga, I don't tussle, shoot you 'cause I'm impulsive
Riding with a controlled substance that can get me in trouble
Made a play for fifty in the Bentley with a head hunter
You press charges, I press buttons, steroids, rеal muscle
Uh, uh, took his bitch, slut her out, ooh, he mad now
Hundrеds in my front and back pockets, I'm on they ass now
HiTech in my carry-on, full of red on a red eye
If they went against me, they either broke or they dead now
Gotta know your shooter background, can't just be stampin' me
Infinity Q50 with choppers, that's what the steppers in
I f*ck you then dismiss you, man, my heart don't be for every bitch
Riding with that head, 300, blackout with that cooling kit

[Blac Youngsta]
Hrr-hrr, f*cking with my gang, you get your shooters shot
Commissary, he got put on max since he was super hot
Pussy nigga, you might tie your shoes but you don't shoot your Glock
Real nigga, I might f*ck your bitch and make you super hot
Hrr-hrr, f*cking with my gang, you get your shooters shot
Commissary, he got put on max since he was super hot
Pussy nigga, you might tie your shoes but you don't shoot your Glock
Real nigga, I might f*ck your bitch and make you super hot

[Blac Youngsta]
I might f*ck your bitch and make you super hot
I got sixty rounds off in my chopper, I got super shots
My lil' niggas thuggin', shoot your block up, give a f*ck who you shot
I don't f*ck with opps, I shoot they mami if they super opps
I keep macaronis in my [?]
Last time you ain't feed your man, he did something, got your shooters shot
Free Kodak, he got put on max since he's a superstar
That's a fact, I'm gon' shoot this MAC 'cause I go too retarded
Free my nigga Keon out detention 'cause he super solid
F*cking with my gang, boy, you get shot 'fore you get that new Ferrari
I just land in DC, I did one show, I got two deposits
I won't hesitate to set your block up like a supermarket

[Blac Youngsta]
Hrr-hrr, f*cking with my gang, you get your shooters shot
Commissary, he got put on max since he was super hot
Pussy nigga, you might tie your shoes but you don't shoot your Glock
Real nigga, I might f*ck your bitch and make you super hot
Hrr-hrr, f*cking with my gang, you get your shooters shot
Commissary, he got put on max since he was super hot
Pussy nigga, you might tie your shoes but you don't shoot your Glock
Real nigga, I might f*ck your bitch and make you super hot
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Blind

Gotta keep all your enemies close (uh, uh)
Most all of my friends is ghost (my friends 'nem ghost)
My faith in this FN I tote (FN I tote)
Need to pray for my sins, I know (uh, uh)
I'm so numb to the pain (pain)
Don't even feel it no more (can't even feel)
If you my nigga, then you know I love you
But shit ain't the same no more (shit ain't for real)
Before we depart, I don't say, "Be careful"
I tell 'em stay dangerous, though (I tell 'em stay goin')
See, these streets come with time (uh, uh)
Dope and money intertwined (wow)
It be the baddest bitches with the worst problems
She an angel in disguise (throw it)
You got a follow to learn how to lead (damn)
It's like the blind leadin' the blind (go)

Bad at livin' this life that I pictured (how you live?)
Trenches joy, you don't wipe with a tissue (I can't do it)
Before I make a song and diss you (what'll happen?)
Load the Drac' how I deal with my issues (fah-hah)
Know the truth kind of hard to listen
They really'll kill to be in your position
I'm deep in that water, these niggas be fishin'
Actin' and puttin' on a show for these bitches
For reachin' and tryin', I'm bustin' that iron (bah)
I bustdown a Rollie, I'm crunchin' the time (crush)
Pay close attention to symbols and signs
I'm one of a kind, that's hard to find (too rare)
Bro died in front of my eyes
At that time, no lie, I wish I was blind
Don't care if he wrong, don't care if he right
It's death 'fore dishonor, I'm pushin' 'bout mine
Say you the set and don't nothin' get stood on
You can't claim what I claim (nah)
You can't hang, give me back your chain
We don't tolerate snakes inside the game (ah)
Don't know if the love real, bitches strange
She wanted the money, end up with fame
She hustlin' backwards, got a hundred thousand followers
But not a dollar to her name, dang

Gotta keep all your enemies close (uh, uh)
Most all of my friends is ghost (my friends 'nem ghost)
My faith in this FN I tote (FN I tote)
Need to pray for my sins, I know (uh, uh)
I'm so numb to the pain (pain)
Don't even feel it no more (can't even feel)
If you my nigga, then you know I love you
But shit ain't the same no more (shit ain't for real)
Before we depart, I don't say, "Be careful"
I tell 'em stay dangerous, though (I tell 'em stay goin')
See, these streets come with time (uh, uh)
Dope and money intertwined (wow)
It be the baddest bitches with the worst problems
She an angel in disguise (throw it)
You got a follow to learn how to lead (damn)
It's like the blind leadin' the blind

Stayin' dangerous, ridin' with that Draco (brrt)
And my killers move when I say so (move)
I know niggas wanna kill me, I don't give a f*ck
I don't let it control how my day go (bitch)
I know a lot of bad bitches wanna tie me up
But I control where my face go
Bustdown Rollie, you know I control the time
And I control where the safe go (woo)
I'm indebted to my niggas, my niggas indebted to me 'cause we dedicated (gang-gang)
I know niggas could've snitched on me on several occasions, but they never cooperated (yeah)
Sometimes I be thinkin'
I'd have never lost my brother if the doctor operated (yeah)
Sometimes I be thinkin'
I'd have never lost my niggas if they weren't incarcerated (I swear to God)

Gotta keep all your enemies close (uh, uh)
Most all of my friends is ghost (my friends 'nem ghost)
My faith in this FN I tote (FN I tote)
Need to pray for my sins, I know (uh, uh)
I'm so numb to the pain (pain)
Don't even feel it no more (can't even feel)
If you my nigga, then you know I love you
But shit ain't the same no more (shit ain't for real)
Before we depart, I don't say, "Be careful"
I tell 'em stay dangerous, though (I tell 'em stay goin')
See, these streets come with time (uh, uh)
Dope and money intertwined (wow)
It be the baddest bitches with the worst problems
She an angel in disguise (throw it)
You got a follow to learn how to lead (yeah)
It's like the blind leadin' the blind (whoa)
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Writer: Christopher Pearson, DeMario White, Sammie Benson
Copyright: Lyrics © Global Talent Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Demons

(Tahj money)

(Tre made this beat)
I done seen so many niggas get killed, nigga
It's like I expect that shit now
You should expect it too, nigga
You take one of mines, I'ma take one of yours
Blac Youngsta, truly yours

See me fightin' with my demons, yeah
See, I'm fightin' with my demon, yeah
Said I'm fightin' with my demons, yeah
I said I'm fightin' with my demons
Yeah, ayy, this demon inside me, yeah, she can sit beside me (what up?)
Catchin' opps on the backstreet, I don't let a f*ck nigga size me (shut up)
If I get jammed on a mission
I ain't gon' never tell 'em where my guys be
If I get jammed on this mission
I ain't gon' tell the laws where my guys be, nah, yeah (shut up)

Ain't no f*ckin' rat, nigga, I ain't 6ix9ine (nah)
Nigga hit me like six times, I ain't tell the laws like shit times (bah)
When I pull down on that pussy nigga, he gon' whine like his bitch whine
You can't even fix your own problems, how the f*ck you gon' fix mines? (Pussy), pussy
I come straight from Memphis, we talk shit when we lit, nigga (f*ck nigga)
Only time I hush up, when I go on a lick, nigga (lil' nigga, lil' nigga)
Don't ask me 'bout my gang, you know I don't know shit, nigga (brraow)
Don't ask me 'bout my father, you know he was a bitch nigga
I said where I'm from, when you sixteen, you get sixteen shots
I was in the traphouse servin' when your team dropped
Seen so many cops kill niggas, now I dream cops
And you know my opps, they be droppin' like jeans drop
I ain't seen my dawg in a minute, he still in the feds
And I keep that Draco on me like it's money on my head
And I keep them pussy niggas runnin' from me like they scared
And they talk behind my back, but when they see me, they don't say it, yeah
I can't even count how many niggas I done fed
I can't even count how many bitches I done spred
I can't even count how many niggas I done shot
You can't even count how many bodies you ain't dropped

See me fightin' with my demons, yeah
See, I'm fightin' with my demon, yeah
Said I'm fightin' with my demons, yeah
I said I'm fightin' with my demons
Ayy, this demon inside me, yeah, she can sit beside me (what up?)
Catchin' opps on the backstreet, I don't let a f*ck nigga size me (shut up)
If I get jammed on a mission
I ain't gon' never tell 'em where my guys be
If I get jammed on this mission
I ain't gon' tell the laws where my guys be, nah (shut up)

Them demons got me screamin' out the truth (truth)
It might help you get the picture if I pull a you on you (you)
Lookin' back over it now, tellin' myself I should've knew (f*ck)
Thought he was colorblind until he switched up out the blue (see)
Beat myself up 'bout it (damn)
I was hurtin' low-key (man)
F*ck the alphabets, nothin' come before BGE (nothin')
I'm like damn, bruh tweaked (damn)
Lost for words, can't speak
When you in it, what come with it, charge it to the streets
You know that's how it 'posed to be (for real)
You can't guard me, the chopper play defense (brr)
Had to get some shit in order, put it back in sequence (track list)
Talkin' loud, they can't touch me, but I see 'em reachin' (f*ck 'em)
Finally made it out the swamp and peeled off all the leeches (got 'em off me, woah)
I was the only one that rapped, but everybody ate (remember)
My mama textin' me confused why she ain't seen my face (I miss her)
I chopped the check up with the guys, then went bought a Wraith (ask 'em)
Made men, clean your block up with a dirty K

Demons, yeah
See, I'm fightin' with my demon, yeah
Said I'm fightin' with my demons, yeah
I said I'm fightin' with my demons
Ayy, this demon inside me, yeah, she can sit beside me (what up?)
Catchin' opps on the backstreet, I don't let a f*ck nigga size me (shut up)
If I get jammed on a mission
I ain't gon' never tell 'em where my guys be
If I get jammed on this mission
I ain't gon' tell the laws where my guys be, nah, yeah (shut up)
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Writer: Demario Dewayne White Jr., Frank Gillam, Julien B. Anderson, Sammie Benson, Tahj Javal Vaughan
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Said Sum (Remix)

[ Featuring City Girls, DaBaby ]

(Turn me up YC)

Huh? (what?)
Ah, I thought a broke nigga said sum (ah)
Talkin' shit but they still ain't sayin' nothin' (ain't sayin' nothin')
We gon' trap dis bitch out 'til the feds come (run it up, run it up)
Huh? (what she say?)
Ah, I thought a pussy hoe said sum (ah)
How it go when I'm talkin', you listen (just listen)
Cut her off 'cause she spoke on the business (go)

Hunnids and fifties, can't swap a dime for a penny
You know that's a stupid decision (yup)
Head first wit it, I shot a shot at my nigga bitch
Really didn't think 'fore I did it (nope)
Make it make sense (please)
Luckily I was on point with the last hoe
Kept my receipts (why?)
Warranty good, made sure I gotta full refund
When I gave her back to the streets (go)
Forever I rep, put the set on the chain
I'm thuggin', you already know how I came (know how I-)
Yeah, he got money but niggas be lame
I Lambo'd her life, told her get out that Range
Her mani and pedi same color as my teeth (white)
She got a blue check and a check without me (nice)
Hood nigga ridin 'in a foreign on E (still)
Sick of these niggas, COVID-19 (ugh)
Karate the Wockhardt tryna kick the cup (shake it)
Came up like Giannis, I get bigger bucks (made it)
Got four different choppas right there in this truck (now)
I'm just being honest, I could get you touched
Put you in the blender I could get you slushed (haha)
I see the comments but really unbothered
I know it's hurtin', she salty I scarred her
Beware what you lay up and say to these bitches they can't hold water (period)

Ah, I thought a broke nigga said sum (ah)
Talkin' shit but they still ain't sayin' nothin' (ain't sayin' nothin')
We gon' trap dis bitch out 'til the feds come (run it up, run it up)
Huh? (what she say?)
Ah, I thought a pussy hoe said sum (ah)
How it go when I'm talkin', you listen (just listen)
Cut her off 'cause she spoke on the business (go)

I thought a nigga who watch what I do
But he can't get his bitch back said sum (tuh)
Is it true that he postin' another nigga money?
Prolly, I don't put that pass him (maybe so)
I thought a hoe that be speakin' on me but be f*ckin' a broke nigga said sum (listen)
Hold up lil' bitch, get a nigga that's lit
I'm the whole loaf, he the breadcrumbs (go)
Rappers with these mixed feelins (what?)
I ain't f*ckin' wit 'em (nope)
Like a Richard Mille let me know what time it is
Bagg where da Runtz at? (Huh?)
Know you got it on you 'posed to be smell proof
Bussin' out the vacuum seal
These niggas lil' boys, childish, Fisher Price
Confident I'm not cocky so get it right
She bending over but I want some head first
I'ont even wanna know what the pussy like
Trippin' too close to fallin' so I'm ballin'
It's crazy my opp got shot but I ain't call it (sike, slow up)
I come around, niggas go put they hoe up
These bitches stay on my channel (yeah)
Must've seen me on TV (yeah)
It took me six hours to count a mill exactly
I'm accurate with that cheese, yeah (big Bagg)

Huh? (what?)
Ah, I thought a broke nigga said sum (ah)
Talkin' shit but they still ain't sayin' nothin' (ain't sayin' nothin')
We gon' trap dis bitch out 'til the feds come (run it up, run it up)
Huh? (what she say?)
Ah, I thought a pussy hoe said sum (ah)
How it go when I'm talkin', you listen (just listen)
Cut her off 'cause she spoke on the business (go)
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Writer: Andre Lamar Jackson, Demario Dewayne White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




You Can See

[ Featuring Lil Migo, Big Homiie G ]

[Blac Youngsta]
What you pourin' up, bruh?
What you poured, huh?
(Shit, Dreko)
It feel like we dreamin'
Pussy nigga dream, wise up
Gang gang

[Lil Migo]
Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)
Never trust you a bitch or a nigga far as you can see
Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrt)
Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes

[Lil Migo]
So what's up with these lil' niggas? Must forgot I'm in the city
I stay strapped up with this glizzy, my 'stendos, they hold a fifty
You play, then it be a killing, I say that not to be silly
Got K's with banana peels and they apin', let's start the bidding
Play with the gang, then we knock off your top (Top)
Young nigga came from thе block
I found me a route, it led mе to guap
Thankin' the man that's up top
You know a lil' nigga be hot as the pot
Doin' donuts off the lot
I grinded for everything I went and got (Damn)
Remember them nights I was tired
Stop all the cryin' (Cryin')
Steady be sayin' I be lyin' (What?)
Know I'm out here on the grind
No time for these bitches, don't do wine and dine (Nah)
You can get cooked with the iron
I made me a living off spittin' these rhymes (Grrt)
Who knew that ballin' a crime
I feel like LeBron when he in his prime (Swis

[Lil Migo]
Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)
Never trust you a bitch or a nigga far as you can see (No)
Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrt)
Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes
Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)
Never trust you a bitch or a nigga far as you can see (No)
Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrt)
Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes

[Blac Youngsta]
Yeah, gang gang
I guess get money in my genes
I got the four-four with the beam
That's my favorite gun, I ain't never left it on the crime scene
If God'd never turned me to a millionaire, I promise I ain't really care
I'd be still servin' them fiends (What up?)
Still blowin' kush dope in the air
And I wanna thank my big brother for every f*ckin' thing
These rap niggas, they pussy
They ain't really exactly like they seem
I put that shit on my set
If you play with Migo, you gon' get hit with the machine
I took a private jet to NYC just to get some lean
I'm at the trap right now, you can come see me
I'ma serve you like a king
Mix the lean with my pineapple Fanta, you know I get stuck
Almost forgot what I did when I shot up my opps, you know I give no f*cks
Had to remind myself and I went back again (What I do?), and killed my opps myself (Grrt)
Everybody know what happened to that nigga ran in my crib
I left that pussy on the steps, gang gang

[Lil Migo]
Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)
Never trust you a bitch or a nigga far as you can see
Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrt)
Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes
Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)
Never trust you a bitch or a nigga far as you can see (No)
Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrt)
Like to count up the money, I guess gettin' money in my genes

[Big Homiie G]
Either way, I'm gon' get me some money (Some money)
Kicked the bitch out, she ain't doin' nothin' for me (She ain't doin' shit for me)
Let her tell it, she swearin' she love me (She love me)
You know me, I ain't carin' 'bout nothin' (I ain't carin' 'bout nothin')
Put my heart in my pocket, I sat on it (I sat on it)
Watch me jump ten-or-four, wanna bet on it? (Wanna bet on it?)
I been poppin' these Percs, need to check on me (Need to check on me)
So much drank in my cup, made a mess on me (Ugh)
Hit the bitch and I told her get lost (Get lost)
Got a trap in the south, it get off (It get off)
If it's smellin' like piss, then it's bought (Ooh)
Scottie Pippen 'cause that's what it cost (That's what it cost)
Hit the gas, don't you hear the exhaust? (Skrrt skrrt)
This a Track', this bitch cost me some racks (Some racks)
Couple hitters, they trail me in Scats (Skrrt skrrt)
Yellin' out, "F*ck 12," them facts (Them facts), yeah

[Lil Migo]
Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)
Never trust you a bitch or a nigga far as you can see (Nope)
Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrt)
Like to count up the money, I guess get money in my genes
Mix the lean with a pineapple Fanta, know that I'm too geeked (Geeked)
Never trust you a bitch or a nigga far as you can see (Nope)
Always knew I was gonna be rich, my mama raised a king (Grrt)
Like to count up the money, I guess get money in my genes
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SRT

[ Featuring BIG30, Pooh Shiesty ]

Uh, yeah, yeah, go
Might get talked about, but I don't get touched (nope)
Gotta keep it in their face, they don't take much (ho)
I'm the boss, I'll never take a pay cut (never)
Roll over, give her dick on the wake up (uhh)
Crystal, 1K for the shape up (chopped)
These niggas tryna count my pockets
Back to back with it, I keep on coppin'
2020 buy the red seats, Lil Yachty (inside)
I put her on freeze, she wait for my call
I'm takin' her down when this pill dissolve (yep)
Statue of liberty, standin' there tall (ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)
I'm chasin' her down, she run up the wall
I'm smokin' boutique, the flavors unique
Four-hundred a juice, a hundred a quarter (seven)
Shoppin' online, next day get the order
Chanel, her stroller, my one year-old daughter
A space ship, thought they seen't it (work)
Whole time, this a 'Ghini
Whole time, I was f*ckin' on her
Tellin' her I love her but didn't really mean it (damn)
Showed them folks my setup live, black in line, Frankenstein
Sticky on me, porcupine
Out of sight, out of mind (gone)
I cannot apologize (nope)
Whack 'em and upload, happy vibes (brrt)

Ayy, lil' bitch ain't wanna f*ck until she knew that I was me
Torch on serve, the bag declared, you gon' die 'bout DVV (brrt)
Pussy play, you gon' get f*cked, we sucker free, so ain't shit sweet
Don't put no K behind that, C1 to the face, you did see Jesus (brrt, brrt)
Had to whack his ass regardless, give a f*ck about no payment
Think we played, I'll stomp the yard, we steady steppin' on the daily
Twenty-thousand in these pockets, these Amiris hold an eight in
And I just left Toronto, smokin' dope, kickin' shit with T-Daily (facts)
Did a favor and let you life, after you went and wrote a statement (shit crazy)
I was lazy, I just cut you off, blocked you on all my pages (shit crazy)
Cost my young nigga, his freedom, got him scufflin' in them cages (free)
Say your mamma made you snitch but you the one who signed them pages
Man, f*ck that shit, they mad we made it
No hand out, we got up off our last, we had to go and take it
Seen too much, mask up, we apein'
Oakland bitch suckin' my dick, she said she cheerlead for the Raiders
Burnt the head off, then I skated, had to snatch off in the shaker
We run through weed by the acres, take care of the block, pay the neighbors
Big ass box under this chopper, we ain't come to hook up cable
Me and Thirty ran through ninety-thousand way before a label
He can ask me for a body, no hesitatin', I'ma pay him (brrt)
I got faith in my high speed chase, behind this SRT
Thick lil' bitch in my back seat, she tryna set some up for me
Four deep, slimed out, in this Lamb' truck with three choppers a piece
Three-seventy-five, shots was fired, you know we slime for BGE
Brrt
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Writer: Dedrevian Lashun McDonald, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Lontrell Williams, Rodney Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Back to: Moneybagg Yo


Performed By: Moneybagg Yo
Featuring: Blac Youngsta
Length: 38:00
Released: September 18th, 2020
Year: 2020

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