YM Banger

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'