YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Playboi Carti - Fire Your Manager

[Chorus]Yeah, I'm tryna see what she tryna do, I got mad shit on my mindYeah, my ho give me attitude, I got mad shit on my lineI done blew so many chances, I'm wonderin' how they doin'Raf Simons, Ricky Owens, pop shit, how you doin'?What she here for? She a demon, that ho gon' pour that muddyShe said she been on, drive that Aventador and go get moneyCarti, what you in for? All that swagger killed that broke boy dummyYour shit tinfoil, all these VVSs match my moneyShe like, "Hell no, you with me now, ****, go get money”[Verse 1]Uh, junkie step, like, ho, yeah, I serve junkiesUh, mix and match my pistol, all these attachmentsYeah, might just spoil the ho, I can't look backwards, I'm likeUh, only two can fit Ferrari passenger, oh, mm, yeahIf you see my account, you'll fire your manager, okay'Rari steamin', baby, I'm just high beamin', uhThem **** play in the section, I'll probably take my team in (Uh)I heard one of my opps got fake Percs and the leanHandle that, handle that, I'ma let God handle that for meUh, I bought a brand-new car, tryna ship it overseasTwenty-thou' for these VETEMENTS, man, these VETEMENTS cleanBalmain zipper, man, man, my swag meanI don't feel numb, I go crazyPass me the blunt, now, who got smoke with me?Might hit the mob, I'll put some mun-yun on you, baby (Fuck that)I don't give a fuck about none of these ****, you know I'm brazyWhat happened to that trendin' shit? Them **** over there gettin' lazyHold up, hold up, uh, how the fuck they say they made me?All black, I'm goin' brazy, black Illuminati, baby[Refrain]Paris, I'm poppin' my shit on all these France girls (Huh)Millie, Rollie presi', diamonds dancing, yeahTake a PT, vision these pictures to the Chevy sport (Sport)Carry the bitch like my baggage, I bought her ChanelGot her ready to carry a Birk', hey (Phew)Top of the lineBoss on the top of the floor, I been turnin' shit slime (Tss)None of them not my kind, we gon' hit with that iron (Tss, ayy)We gon' wet up his line, we gon' cut off that time (Ayy)And shawty so fine, I'ma play her the fine (Ayy)I won't turn that bitch down when she up in my town (Ayy)Take a look in my eye and then you'll know that I'm fried (Haha)I got her rollin' my dope out the pound (Huh, huh)[Verse 2]I'ma sip with my 'vato and pull up like AltoModel my body, Cavalli the couchWhich one I'm workin'? Don't open your mouthStay with the chopper, I'm straight out the North (Out the North)I'm full, not just tonight, it's a pile upSlay that demon with Hermes and get in herKeep the caliber all around the calendarIf you see my account, you'll fire your managerHit him back with the shovel, that's probably how it goCame out the backside the store and I hitHe gon' try and get whipped like a pot in this hoBoardin' the jet, takin' off with his bitchWith that 3008 and that vroomI'm totin' that .308, baby, lettin' off with that stickBaby, the plan, the man, I'm him (Shawty)I'll see ya (MASA)[Chorus]I'm tryna see what she tryna do, I got mad shit on my mindYeah, my ho give me attitude, I got mad shit on my lineI done blew so many chances, I'm wonderin' how they doin'Raf Simons, Ricky Owens, pop shit, how you doin'?What she here for? She a demon, that ho gon' pour that muddyShe said she been on, drive that Aventador and go get moneyCarti, what you in for? All that swagger killed that broke boy dummyYour shit tinfoil, all these VVSs match my moneyShe like—[Refrain]Paris, I'm poppin' my shit on all these France girls (Huh)Millie, Rollie presi', diamonds dancing, yeahTake a PT, vision these pictures to the Chevy sport (Sport)Carry the bitch like my baggage, I bought her ChanelGot her ready to carry a Birk', hey (Phew)Top of the lineBoss on the top of the floor, I been turnin' shit slime (Tss)None of them not my kind, we gon' hit with that iron (Tss, ayy)We gon' wet up his line, we gon' cut off that time (Ayy)And shawty so fine, I'ma play her the fine (Ayy)I won't turn that bitch down when she up in my town (Ayy)Take a look in my eye and then you'll know that I'm fried (Haha)I got her rollin' my dope out the pound (Huh, huh)