YB Flow

Bitch **** mad 'cause I said what I said

Hundred grams on ya head, get ya blamed, now ya dead (ha, ha)

Where I'm from playin' tough will get you trunked

**** act like he want beef with me, I suggest that he don't (ha, ha)

Okay cool Cash, I feel like I'm ready

Hold that camera steady, when I spit this shit is deadly

Play that silly track, might turn you up, go up and silly

I think these **** forget that I'm strapped like Armageddon

You get toe tagged, bagged with yo' broke ass

You do not get no cash, me I want some more cash

****, pull yo' guns out, this smoke blow yo' lungs out

Playin' games with the gang, that shit ain't no fun now

I think they want me dead

Come and get me, I ain't scared

I got shooters on parole that'll still crack yo' Easter egg

I'm sick and ain't no antidote

I'm the gremlin and the goat

You talk all that raw-raw shit, but still ain't let yo' hammer blow

Bitch ****, snitch ****

I can't hit no licks with you

Rip to Gravedigger, he ain't ever save ****

Man I swear, I hate ****, fuck all of these fake ****

If I cut ya off, get off, I don't replace ****

I just wanna rock out with my Draco like a handgun

Stop the beat, I thought I heard pussy **** sayin' sum

They cried in that background, turn up and get clapped down

Thinkin' I just rap until you rap, and it's a rap now

Hold up, where that bass go?

They do what I say so

I fell off the short bus, they thinkin' I play slow

He got hit with lots of shit

They don't let the case go

You ain't tryna to win, then why the fuck you in the race for ****

Gang, gang since potty-trained campaign you got the world ever been

You know how the fuck we comin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh