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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