Shmunk (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

Yeat

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    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

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    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

    Song details

    Composition: Kentrell Gaulden, Noah Smith, Zion Miller, and Liam Barnea

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