Start Up Again (Explicit) - Polo G/Moneybagg Yo

Lyrics by：Taurus Bartlett/Demario DeWayne White, Jr.

Composed by：Taurus Bartlett/Demario DeWayne White, Jr.

Polo G：

Uh

Gang gang gang gang gang gang

I got killers in the motherf**kin' cut b***h

Gang uh uh

I be with savages they is not havin' it

If it's ever a problem we tackle it

Switch on the chopper that b***h get to rattlin'

Really hate 'em gon' shoot up the candle lit

Lil' mama thick but just watch how I handle it

Beat up the p***y I damage it

Passport stamp f**k the ref how I'm travelin'

Louis by Virgil my drip is immaculate uh

Give me a beat I'm attackin' it uh

Might catch a B when I'm clappin' it

Opps they some b***hes we beefin' with actresses

Post in the trap we got D in the cabinet uh

She get on her knees when she gaggin' it

Might cop a 'Cat 'cause I beat all 'em challenges

Hundred twenty a show what I'm averagin'

On the ropes I ain't fold I wasn't panickin'

Uh uh start up again

She over with now I'm all in her friends

Two hundred shots they gon' ball up your mans

Lil Jo keep cappin' he noddin' off Xans uh

I'm Euro steppin' in France uh

Drip check Amiri my pants

Glock a guitar we gon' rock out like bands

Spin through they block he get killed where he stand

Moneybagg Yo：

I ran up some change then bust down a chain

Go

Benjamin Grants my pockets got names

Woah

The Bentley c*****e that look like the main

A brick of white Forces same color them thangs

Thirty-six

I just got booked to go somewhere in Spain

Gone

F**k a fiancé I married the game

I do

It's really two hundred an occasion man

Where

I'm on a jet eatin' Raising Cane's

They trippin' the grass too high

I don't ever be at the house in Memphis

Why

I done outgrew the city

Yeah

Swapped out the digits these n***as can't hit me

Nah

Lil' box at the back of the Glock we got switches

Phew

Awful lot of cough syrup on my d**kies

Go

I'm so picky when it comes to these b***hes

Why

Bougie gangster chick tote my blicky

Got wifey with me

Hey

I got a way with these words I got a way with these h*es

I keep it too thorough

Raw

Talkin' my s**t on a whole 'nother level

I just was over there I speak for the ghetto

Eight ounces of Wock' in the Faygo I'm KO'd

These n***as fake put together like Play-Doh

Ha

Uh uh drillin' this new ho

Uh

Ride like a horse so I pass her to Polo

Here