Testo di Shmunk (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

Yeah, you heard me right He ain't pickin' no fight He ain't pickin' no fight Yeah, got a blick on my side Got a blick on my side I got big money, big money ties And big mob ties Slice, used to buy bread Chop off that loaf, slice Yeah, whole lotta bread Double my money, twice Hold on, yeah, put you on read Put you on fled, thrice Drivin', yeah, runnin' it up I'm talkin' 'bout big price Artist, yeah, I'm the biggest bad of them all Artist, yeah, I'm the number one Watch 'em fall Fall Fall I was sellin' them drugs, now I'm rich I was yellin' with thugs, we was movin' bricks I was pullin' up with thugs I was pullin' up with guns I've been pullin' up in big whips Yeah, y'all still smokin' Runtz I got a whole lotta money, lil bitch I got a bunch I don't even need no security I got guns I got guns I need me a moment of clarity I'm movin' these tons I'm movin' these tons Pulled up in a frog-eyed Bentley With the big boy drum Yeah, talk down on the mob Who gon' get you sprung Yeah, and I boot up for fun Fun Do that shit for fun Fun Yeah, reloadin' my shit You 'bout to go to the Sun Travelin' round with thugs Yeah, we number one We number one Light his bitch-ass up Yeah, just like a blunt I'm so cold, my diamonds negative one I got big old cash, know what I'm sayin'? That bitch want five I ain't listen to nobody's shit I'ma live my life My life I'm 'bout to boot up, it's just for the night 'Bout to pour up some Sprite When I'm in Urus, that big body steppin' That bitch 'bout a knife, slice Yeah, you heard me right He ain't pickin' no fight He ain't pickin' no fight Yeah, got a blick on my side Got a blick on my side I got big money, big money ties And big mob ties Slice, used to buy bread Chop off that loaf, slice Yeah, whole lotta bread Double my money, twice Hold up, yeah, put you on read Put you on fled thrice Drivin', yeah, runnin' it up I'm talkin' 'bout big price Artist, yeah, I'm the biggest bad of them all Artist, yeah, I'm the number one Watch 'em fall Fall Fall I was sellin' them drugs, now I'm rich I was yellin' with thugs, we was movin' bricks Rich on rich, pallbearer and they thunder Pull up with stick and it got a whole hundred Give the bitch coverage, I tap her bumper I know the bitch only want her some money I get the bitch and I catch me a body Pull up and I chop it, I pop it and pop it She fuck with my diamonds, I fuck with her Gotti then I need to buy me a brand new big body Benz Ain't comin' in if they ain't let them shottas in FN in my shirt, I Givenchy my shirt 'Bout to get this shit tailored, I'ma put the pants in Play, your whole clique get spinned Play, your whole clique get shot Beat the lil bitch back in I don't even go to no show, mama I get a big backend Scary-ass nigga, I don't want him 'round me, whoa He ain't my friend He ain't my five, my slime, my blood, my kind No, he ain't my kin Got the bitch here tattooing her skin Said she wan' do it again I got them M's and I'll do it again Got a bitch jaw breakin' Yeah, you heard me right He ain't pickin' no fight He ain't pickin' no fight Yeah, got a blick on my side Got a blick on my side I got big money, big money ties And big mob ties Slice, used to buy bread Chop off that loaf, slice Yeah, whole lotta bread Double my money, twice Hold on, yeah, put you on read Put you on flaire, thrice Drivin', yeah, runnin' it up I'm talkin' 'bout big price Artist, yeah, I'm the biggest bad of them all Artist, yeah, I'm the number one Watch 'em fall Fall Fall I was sellin' them drugs, now I'm rich I was yellin' with thugs, we was movin' bricks