Lil Wayne, Tyga, Gudda Gudda - YM Banger lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
Tyga [Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne, Tyga, Gudda Gudda - YM Banger lyrics]
Ok I'm leanin' 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 rakin' the grass in
Pretty bitches damn near faint
When they passin'
Call my whip Martin, but the first name Aston
Potatohead niggas get mashed when I'm spazzin
Think you fuckin' 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 runnin' 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 mothafuckin' lineman
Stack of paychecks with a
Whole bunch of commas
Still wear red like an old 49er
Fuck shittin' on ya
Dump the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F baby, bitch I'm hotter than Uganda
Uggh!
Let let go
Mo-momma ain't make me to make homies
She made me to make history
So doin that my extra-curicular activity
Bulldozer boy and my target is the industry
Two things in the world I love
- good head and victory
You ain't doin' it big, I'm grown
Stop kiddin 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 dyin with it
I'm so Harlem, eatin but still starvin'
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 lickin hot
His pick flip cause the nigga flopped
My shit hit like the pitch was soft
Niggas cottonballed
She dropped drawers cause she poppin off
Her pussy crossed guard but
I don't stop at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the fuckin law
Her baby daddy gone, who wanna meet the Don?
That Rocky shit up on the arm-arm
Shittin 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 drippin
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 rakin' the grass in
Pretty bitches damn near faint
When they passin'
Call my whip Martin, but the first name Aston
Potatohead niggas get mashed when I'm spazzin
Think you fuckin' 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 runnin' 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 mothafuckin' lineman
Stack of paychecks with a
Whole bunch of commas
Still wear red like an old 49er
Fuck shittin' on ya
Dump the whole toilet on ya
Weezy F baby, bitch I'm hotter than Uganda
Uggh!
Let let go
Mo-momma ain't make me to make homies
She made me to make history
So doin that my extra-curicular activity
Bulldozer boy and my target is the industry
Two things in the world I love
- good head and victory
You ain't doin' it big, I'm grown
Stop kiddin 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 dyin with it
I'm so Harlem, eatin but still starvin'
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 lickin hot
His pick flip cause the nigga flopped
My shit hit like the pitch was soft
Niggas cottonballed
She dropped drawers cause she poppin off
Her pussy crossed guard but
I don't stop at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the fuckin law
Her baby daddy gone, who wanna meet the Don?
That Rocky shit up on the arm-arm
Shittin 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 drippin