YM Banger (feat. Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda & Tyga)

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'