Single / Track

Fire Your Manager

YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Playboi Carti•Official Audio (YouTube API)

Lyrics

Yeah, I'm tryna see what she tryna do, I got mad shit on my mind

Yeah, my ho give me attitude, I got mad shit on my line

I 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 muddy

She said she been on, drive that Aventador and go get money

Carti, what you in for? All that swagger killed that broke boy dummy

Your shit tinfoil, all these VVSs match my money

She like, "Hell no," she with me now, nigga, go get money

Uh, junkie step, like, ho, yeah, I serve junkies

Uh, mix and match my pistol, all these attachments

Yeah, while I just fuck on that ho, I can't look backwards, oh my-

Only two can fit Ferrari passenger, uh, yeah

If you see my account, you'll fire your manager, okay

'Rari steamin', baby, I'm just high beamin'

Uh, them niggas playin' it safe, tryna politic with my team

Uh, I heard one of my opps got fake Percs and the lean

Handle that, handle that, I'ma let God handle that for me

Uh, I bought a brand-new car, tryna ship it overseas

Twenty thou' for these VETEMENTS, man, these VETEMENTS clean

Balmain zipper, man, man, my swag mean

I don't feel nothin', I go crazy

Pass me the blunt, now, who got smoke with me?

Might get the mob, I'll put some munyun on you, baby (fuck that bitch)

I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas, you know I'm brazy

What happened to that trendin' shit? Them niggas over there gettin' lazy

Hold up, hold up, uh, how the fuck they say they made me?

All black, I'm goin' brazy, black Illuminati, baby

Paris, I'm poppin' my shit on all these France girls (huh)

Mille, Rollie Presi' diamonds dancin', yeah

Take a PT, vision these pictures to the Chevy sport

Carry the bitch like my baggage

I bought her Chanel, got her ready to carry a bird (sheesh)

Hey, top of the line, boss on the top of the floor, I been turnin' shit slime

No, they don't know my kind, we gon' hit with that iron

We gon' wet up his line, we gon' cut off that time

And lil' shawty so fine, I'ma play with the fire

I won't turn that bitch down when she up in my town

Take a look in my eye and then you'll know that I'm Five

I got her rollin' my dope out the pound (huh, huh)

I'ma sip with my 'vato and pull up like Alto

Model my body, Cavalli the couch

Which one I'm workin'? Don't open your mouth

Stay with the chopper, I'm straight out the North (out the North)

I'm full, not just tonight, it's a pile up

Slay that demon with Hermes, and get in her

Keep the caliber all around the calendar

If you see my account, you'll fire your manager

Hit him back with the shovel, that's probably how it go

Came out the backside the store and I hit

He gon' try and get whipped like a pot in this ho

Boardin' the jet, takin' off with his bitch

With that 3008 and that vroom

I'm turnin' that .308, baby, lettin' off with that stick

Baby, the plan, the man, I'm him (shawty)

I'll see ya (MASA)

I'm tryna see what she tryna do, I got mad shit on my mind