• Title:Start Up Again (Explicit)
  • Artist:Polo G;Moneybagg Yo
  • Album:Hall of Fame 2.0 (Explicit)
  • KaraokeRate:1★
  • Languages:en
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    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
    I'm so picky when it comes to these b***hes
    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
    Ride like a horse so I pass her to Polo
    Here