Start Up Again
Polo G feat. Moneybagg Yo Lyrics
Uh (wow)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
I got killers in the motherfuckin' cut, bitch
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 bitch get to rattlin'
Really hate 'em, gon' shoot up the candlelit
Lil' mama thick, but just watch how I handle it
Beat up the pussy, I damage it
Passport stamp, fuck 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 bitches, 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 them 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
I ran up some change, then bust down a chain (go)
Benjamin, Grants, my pockets got names (whoa)
The Bentley cocaine, 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)
Fuck a fiancé, I married the game (I do)
It's really two hundred an occasion, man (where?)
I'm on the jet eatin' Raising Cane's
They trippin', the grass too high
I don't never be at the house in Memphis (why?)
I done outgrew the city (yeah)
Swapped out the digits, these niggas can't hit me (nah)
Lil' box at the back of the Glock, we got switches
Awful lot of cough syrup on my Dickies (dope)
I'm so picky when it comes to these bitches (why?)
Bougie gangster chick tote my blicky, got wifey with me, ay
I got a way with these words, I got a way with these hoes
I keep it too thorough (raw)
Talkin' my shit 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
These niggas 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)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
I got killers in the motherfuckin' cut, bitch
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 bitch get to rattlin'
Really hate 'em, gon' shoot up the candlelit
Lil' mama thick, but just watch how I handle it
Passport stamp, fuck 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 bitches, 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 them 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
I ran up some change, then bust down a chain (go)
Benjamin, Grants, my pockets got names (whoa)
The Bentley cocaine, 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)
Fuck a fiancé, I married the game (I do)
It's really two hundred an occasion, man (where?)
I'm on the jet eatin' Raising Cane's
They trippin', the grass too high
I don't never be at the house in Memphis (why?)
I done outgrew the city (yeah)
Swapped out the digits, these niggas can't hit me (nah)
Lil' box at the back of the Glock, we got switches
Awful lot of cough syrup on my Dickies (dope)
I'm so picky when it comes to these bitches (why?)
Bougie gangster chick tote my blicky, got wifey with me, ay
I got a way with these words, I got a way with these hoes
I keep it too thorough (raw)
Talkin' my shit 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
These niggas 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)
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Demario Dewayne Jr. White, Joshua Howard Luellen, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
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@muhammadarsalan2686
[Intro: Polo G]
Uh
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
I got killers in the motherfuckin' cut, bitch
Gang
Uh, uh
[Verse 1: Polo G]
I be with savages, they is not havin' it
If it's ever a problem, we tackle it
Switch on the chopper, that bitch get to rattlin'
Really hate him, gon' shoot up the candlelit
Lil' mama thick, but just watch how I handle it
Beat up the pussy, I damage it
Passport stamp, fuck 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 bitches, 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 them 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
[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
I ran up some change, then bust down a chain (Go)
Benjamin, Grants, my pockets got names (Woah)
The Bentley cocaine, that look like the main
A brick of white Forces, same color them things (Thirty-six)
I just got booked to go somewhere in Spain (Gone)
Fuck a fiancé, I married the game (I do)
It's really two hundred an occasion, man (Where?)
I'm on the jet eatin' Raising Cane's
They trippin', the grass too high, I don't never be at the house in Memphis (Why?)
I done outgrew the city (Yeah)
Swapped out the digits, these niggas can't hit me (Nah)
Lil' box on the back of the Glock, we got switches (Phew)
Awful lot of cough syrup on my dickies (Nope)
I'm so picky when it comes to these bitches (Why?)
Bougie gangster chick tote my blicky (Got wifey with me, ayy)
I got a way with these words, I got a way with these hoes, I keep it too thorough (Raw)
Talkin' my shit 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
These niggas 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)
@mxtty1963
Everything about this song is so good. The flow, beat, energy. Its so good he cant miss
@duke8923
ong shi make me wanna go crazy
@Ctgent
listen bro My music is actually FIRE.. but UNFORTUNATELY I dont get the RECOGNITION that I deserve🤦🏽♂️😤 If I Get 20k on my song "100k" I might be able to get heard by somebody and change my life🤞🏽We already at 6k I know yall can help me get there Imk if you rockin with me💪🏽💙💯
@basherblast
hof2.0 saved polo for me, way too much singing and emotional songs on the first album, the deluxe brought back what made him good, the rap shit
@skoolyzz
This will be the most underrated song on the album
@ptgmar5882
ur right
@58michael20
fr
@chriscombo
idk why it only has 20k views
@thee-zbros5054
How did you know
@Zario2Funny
@Chris Combo it wasn't all released at the same time. I didn't know about it till just now