YM Banger - Edited Version
Gudda, yeah, okay
I'm leaning to the left, flag in my right pocket
Star track fly, unidentified flying object
Extraterrestrial, I'm all about my decimals
Retarded in the booth they say I got a special flow
Sicker than your average, you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda spit crack and you niggas is crack addicts
The simple mathematics, you cut the check
And I rake in the green like I'm rakin' the grass in
Pretty bitches damn near faint when they passin'
Call my whip Martin but the first name Aston
Potato head niggas get mashed when I'm spazzin'
Think you fucking with me put your cash in, nah I doubt it
I was young and reckless when Pete say he was about it
You niggas is Ducks, Howard's, cowards
Kill the competition and shower niggas with flowers
This rap shit is ours, Gudda bitch
Uh, Uptown back in it
Hollygrove black menace
Black clothes, black tennis
Black semi, I've never sat in a Hemi
That would offend me
Try Maybach on Maybach
Bitch I got stacks
Yeah, paychecks on paychecks
And I still want payback
And I still don't play that
I kill on asap
And we don't do shit but get money all day
Put some shoes on my bullets now they running your way
YM, Young Mula, Young Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay
Which one of y'all say you want drama I'm honored
I blitz your ass like a motherfuckin' lineman
Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of comma's
Still wear red like an old 49ner
Fuck shittin' on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F Baby bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda
Ughh
Lego
Mama ain't make me to make homies
She made me to make history
So doing that's my extra-curricular activity
Bulldozer boy and my target is the industry
Two things in the world I love, good head and victory
You ain't doing it big, I'm grown stop kidding me
Your whip ain't up to date and your hoes look like Mr. T
This is misery, no Cathy Bates
Come at me sideways, my money will slap ya straight
Yeah, I'm a big joker so you know I smash your ace
Leave the club with ya girl, send her home with an ashy face
Love is a gamble but it's my casino
And tonight your the loser, I hope she got Aveeno
I hope the game got life insurance cause I'mma kill it
And all you wack ass rap niggas dying with it
I'm so Harlem, eating but still starving
Pockets fat as fuck like all they do is eat margarine
Millzy, lego
Say, put the flow in the pot
Crank up the notch
Burn the song from a stove top
It's finger licking hot
His pitch flip cause the nigga flop
My shit hit like the pitch was soft
Niggas cotton balled
She dropped drawers cause she pop it off
Her pussy cross guard but I don't stop at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the fucking law
I made daddy gone, who wanna make it done
That rocky shit that we up on
Shttin' on 'em like hate in the barn
Hey wait, they say money talks
And man you don't speak at all
You shop at mini malls
My style two thumbs up like using analogues haha
I wreck shit for the recognition bitch
Jesus as my witness, Satan vision
I bore you niggas, flame flicker
I melt pictures, Tyga skin ain't drippin'
Man you don't speak at all
You shop at mini malls
My style two thumbs up like using analogues
I wreck shit for the recognition bitch
Jesus as my witness, say evision
I bore you niggas flame flicker
I melt pictures
Tyga skin ain't drippin'
I'm leaning to the left, flag in my right pocket
Star track fly, unidentified flying object
Extraterrestrial, I'm all about my decimals
Retarded in the booth they say I got a special flow
Sicker than your average, you rappers is ass backwards
Gudda spit crack and you niggas is crack addicts
The simple mathematics, you cut the check
And I rake in the green like I'm rakin' the grass in
Pretty bitches damn near faint when they passin'
Call my whip Martin but the first name Aston
Potato head niggas get mashed when I'm spazzin'
Think you fucking with me put your cash in, nah I doubt it
I was young and reckless when Pete say he was about it
You niggas is Ducks, Howard's, cowards
Kill the competition and shower niggas with flowers
This rap shit is ours, Gudda bitch
Uh, Uptown back in it
Hollygrove black menace
Black clothes, black tennis
Black semi, I've never sat in a Hemi
That would offend me
Try Maybach on Maybach
Bitch I got stacks
Yeah, paychecks on paychecks
And I still want payback
And I still don't play that
I kill on asap
And we don't do shit but get money all day
Put some shoes on my bullets now they running your way
YM, Young Mula, Young Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay
Which one of y'all say you want drama I'm honored
I blitz your ass like a motherfuckin' lineman
Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of comma's
Still wear red like an old 49ner
Fuck shittin' on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F Baby bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda
Ughh
Lego
Mama ain't make me to make homies
She made me to make history
So doing that's my extra-curricular activity
Bulldozer boy and my target is the industry
Two things in the world I love, good head and victory
You ain't doing it big, I'm grown stop kidding me
Your whip ain't up to date and your hoes look like Mr. T
This is misery, no Cathy Bates
Come at me sideways, my money will slap ya straight
Yeah, I'm a big joker so you know I smash your ace
Leave the club with ya girl, send her home with an ashy face
Love is a gamble but it's my casino
And tonight your the loser, I hope she got Aveeno
I hope the game got life insurance cause I'mma kill it
And all you wack ass rap niggas dying with it
I'm so Harlem, eating but still starving
Pockets fat as fuck like all they do is eat margarine
Millzy, lego
Say, put the flow in the pot
Crank up the notch
Burn the song from a stove top
It's finger licking hot
His pitch flip cause the nigga flop
My shit hit like the pitch was soft
Niggas cotton balled
She dropped drawers cause she pop it off
Her pussy cross guard but I don't stop at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the fucking law
I made daddy gone, who wanna make it done
That rocky shit that we up on
Shttin' on 'em like hate in the barn
Hey wait, they say money talks
And man you don't speak at all
You shop at mini malls
My style two thumbs up like using analogues haha
I wreck shit for the recognition bitch
Jesus as my witness, Satan vision
I bore you niggas, flame flicker
I melt pictures, Tyga skin ain't drippin'
Man you don't speak at all
You shop at mini malls
My style two thumbs up like using analogues
I wreck shit for the recognition bitch
Jesus as my witness, say evision
I bore you niggas flame flicker
I melt pictures
Tyga skin ain't drippin'
Credits
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Micheal Stevenson, Jarvis Mills, Carl Lilly, Michael Anthony Cadahia
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