Yeat – Shmunk Lyrics (feat. Youngboy Never Broke Again)
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Shmunk Lyrics (feat. Youngboy Never Broke Again)
Yeah, you heard me right (Huh)
Uh, he ain’t pickin’ no fight, he ain’t pickin’ no fight (Huh)
Yeah, got a blick on my side, got a blick on my side (Oh, huh)
I got big money, big money ties, and big mob ties (Oh, huh, ooh, huh, yeah-yeah)
Slice, hmm, used to buy bread, chop off that loaf, slice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Yeah, hmm, whole lotta bread, double my money, twice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Hold on, yeah, put you on read, put you on flaired, thrice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Watch me, uh, run it up, talkin’ ’bout big price (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Artist, yeah, I’m the biggest bad of them all
Artist, yeah, I’m the number one, watch ’em fall (Watch ’em fall, fall)
I was sellin’ them drugs, now I’m rich (Yeah, yeah)
I was yellin’ with thugs (Thugs), we was movin’ bricks (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Yeat]
I was pullin’ up with thugs (Shh, grrah), I was pullin’ up in Ghosts (Pullin’ up in Ghosts)
I’ve been pullin’ up in big whips, yeah, y’all still smokin’ Runtz (Skrrt)
Yeah, whole lotta money, lil’ bitch (Shh), I got a bunch (Yeah, I got a bunch)
I don’t even need no security, I got guns (Shh, I got guns)
I need me a moment of clarity, I’m movin’ these tons (I’m movin’ these tons, shh-ah, shh-ah)
Pulled up in a frog-eyed Bentley, with the big boy drum
Yeah, talk down on the mob who gon’ get you sprung (Get you sprung)
Yeah, and I boot up for fun (Fun), do that shit for fun (Shit for fun)
Yeah, reloadin’ my shit, yeah, but I go to the sun (Go to the sun)
Travelin’ round with thugs, yeah, we number one (We number one)
Brr, I hit his bitch ass up, yeah, just like a blunt (Brr)
Brr, I’m so cold, my diamonds negative one (One)
I got big lil’ bitch, wanna send that bitch, wanna thrive
I ain’t listen to nobody’s shit, I’ma live my life, my life
I better boot up and just play the night, man, that boy is a spike
I’m in the Urus, that big body steppin’, that bitch ’bout a knife, slice
[Chorus: Yeat]
Yeah, you heard me right (Huh)
Uh, he ain’t pickin’ no fight, he ain’t pickin’ no fight (Huh)
Yeah, got a blick on my side, got a blick on my side (Oh, huh)
I got big money, big money ties, and big mob ties (Oh, huh, ooh, huh, yeah-yeah)
Slice, hmm, used to buy bread, chop off that loaf, slice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Yeah, hmm, whole lotta bread, double my money, twice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Hold on, yeah, put you on read, put you on flaire, thrice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Watch me, uh, run it up, talkin’ ’bout big price (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Artist, yeah, I’m the biggest bad of them all
Artist, yeah, I’m the number one, watch ’em fall (Watch ’em fall, fall)
I was sellin’ them drugs, now I’m rich (Yeah, yeah)
I was yellin’ with thugs, we was movin’ bricks (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Rich on rich, poppin’ eight-hundred
Pull up with sticks, and then got a whole hundred
Get this bitch covered, I tap her bumper
I know the bitch, only want her some money
I get the bitch, and I catch me a baddy
Pull up in her trap, and I pop it, and pat it
She f*ck with my diamonds, I f*ck with her Gotti
Then I need to buy me a brand new big-body Benz
Ain’t comin’ in if they ain’t at the shooter’s end
Been feelin’ myself, I just mixed my shake
Better get this shit tailored, I’m a pink, pink van
Pray your whole clique get spint
Pray your whole clique get shot, bitch, leave the bitch back in
I just be gunnin’ on show, mama, I get a big back in
Scary-ass nigga, I don’t wanna run, woah, hit my friend
Hit my five, my slime, my blunt, my [kind?], no, he not Kim
Got the bitch here, I spent two on her skin, said she wanna do it again
I got them M’s and I do it again, got the bitch jawbreakin’
[Chorus: Yeat]
Yeah, you heard me right (Huh)
Uh, he ain’t pickin’ no fight, he ain’t pickin’ no fight (Huh)
Yeah, got a blick on my side, got a blick on my side (Oh, huh)
I got big money, big money ties, and big mob ties (Oh, huh, ooh, huh, yeah-yeah)
Slice, hmm, used to buy bread, chop off that loaf, slice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Yeah, hmm, whole lotta bread, double my money, twice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Hold on, yeah, put you on read, put you on flaire, thrice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Watch me, uh, run it up, talkin’ ’bout big price (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Artist, yeah, I’m the biggest bad of them all
Artist, yeah, I’m the number one, watch ’em fall (Watch ’em fall, fall)
I was sellin’ them drugs, now I’m rich (Yeah, yeah)
I was yellin’ with thugs (Thugs), we was movin’ bricks (Yeah, yeah)
Yeat – Shmunk Lyrics (feat. Youngboy Never Broke Again)