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Shmunk (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again) letra


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

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