YM Banger (Bonus Track)
(专辑: I Am Not A Human Being - 2010)
OK I'm leaning to the
left, flag in my right pocket Star Trek fly, unidentified flying objects 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 It's simple mathematics; you cut the
check And I
rake in the
green like I'm raking the
grass in Pretty bitches damn near faint when they passing Call my whip Martin, but the
first name Aston Potato-head niggas get mashed when I'm spazzing Think you fucking with me? Put your cash in Nah, I
doubt it I
was young and reckless when P
say he was about it You niggas is Ducks, Howards, 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 the
Hemi, that will offend me Try Maybach or Maybach, bitch I
got stacks Yeah, Paychecks on paychecks and I
still want payback 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 yo' ass like a
motherfucking lineman Stack of paychecks with a
whole bunch of commas Still wear red like an old 49er Fuck shitting on ya, dump the
whole toilet on ya Weezy F
baby, bitch I'm hotter than Uganda Ugh! Let-let go Mo-momma ain't make me to make homies, she made me to make history So doing that 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 Kathy Bates Come at me sideways my money'll slap you straight Yeah, I'm a
big joker so you know I'll smash your ace Leave the
club with ya girl send her home with a
ashy face Love is a
gamble, but it's my casino And tonight you're the
loser, I
hope she got Aveno I
hope the
game got life insurance 'cause I'mma kill it And all you whack-ass rap niggas dying with it I'm so Harlem, eating but still starving Po-pockets fat as fuck like all they do is eat margarine Millz! Say, put the
flow Say, put the
flow in the
pot, crank up the
notch Burn the
song from a
stove top, this finger licking hot His pick flip 'cause the
nigga flopped My shit hit like the
pitch was soft, niggas cotton-balled She dropped drawers 'cause she popping off Her pussy crossed guard but, I
don't stop at all I
smash in the
car, like fuck the
fucking law Her baby daddy gone, who wanna meet the
Don? That Rocky shit up on the
arm-arm Shitting on 'em like hay 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 analogs Ha ha! I
wreck shit for the
recognition bitch Jesus as my witness, Saan vision Eyeball you niggas, flame flicker I
melt pictures, Tyga skin ain't dripping