Perfect Yb Tape

Aye, aye
Perfect YB tape, perfect-perfect YB tape
Seen the dirt on his face
Dirt-dirt on his face
Fuck rapping deep
She like it deep, and i don't leave a trace
Kicked the nigga out his place
Rockstar habits, see a chain gotta have it
Section eight, to living lavish
Sheep skin, with a new Patek
Pick em' up, drop em' off, feeling like i'm Bruce
Pop it, gotta get loose
She cheated, that's your loss
Hot headed that's Your Rage
Pick on a nigga, whats yo age?
Pouring more Schoolboy
But that's really just in case
We don't pour no red
That's lasagna on your face
Perfect YB, Caption Cody with no cape
Leaving with no crumbs, bitch i already ate
Buying real estate, investing on the low
Look at the landscape, and i still keep a pole
Perfect YB tape, we doing re-runs
If we had beef, bitch would already be done
Perfect YB tape
We on third base, hit the home run
Your team sucks that's a Big Pun
Play on the Mets bring em' out one-by-one
Simple ass nigga cant cook
And the bars are over done

Aye, aye
Global warming, global warming
The hoes are swarming
Didn't you already learn, now its my turn
Gave my opps heartburn, ten k is all my concern
Heat em' up, that's third burn
Fuck a slime, they slither like a worm
She want a day-day, with Cy-Cy
A nightlight with YB
I hit her friend, now she wanna try me
That's what i call slimy
Feel like NAV, this is perfect timing
Wont talk to much, fucking up yo lining
X pills to grillz, i be shinning
From X pills to grillz, i be shinning
Cook em' in the pot, five star meals i am frying
Since we getting global
Touring every week my shows are mobile
Just checked my phone
And i'm blowing like Chernobyl
All the checks i blew, and my checks are blue
We not the same and your music