Tech N9ne, Maez301 - Ay lyrics

Ay, racks on me ay, ay, back off me
Ay, ay, poverty was not for me
You best believe ay, ay, might go pop
Ay, ay, might go soul ay, ay
Either way I'm getting to the fucking dough

Accomplishing goals, that's what I gotta do
They thought this was improbable but
We did the impossible

Ay, no I cannot love her
'cause I already fucked
Ay, no I cannot trust him
'cause he already bluffed
Ay, pull out, get my buss on
If he wanna act tough
Keep some bad bitches with me
All I do is sex, uh
Might keep a dollar worth of dimes, ay
Lot of money on my mind, ay
Take this right here as a sign, ay
You pussies running out of time, ay
Me, I'm running out of patience
Sick and tired of being patient
Had to get up out the basement
Tryna own a couple places, ay
You see my crew without a few, ay
I need my whip without a roof, ay
Bitch I paid a lot of dues, ay
You better get a fucking clue, ay
I'm just that young nigga from the
3 that you ain't heard of
Leave instrumentals murder
The boy's flow is unheard of
My nigga word up, rolling the purp up
Let's burn up
They ridin' waves like the fucking surfs up
They worthless
That shit don't bang if it ain't Furnace
Strange gon' try to turn up
It's the young M-A to the E-Z
Boy, your turn's up

Ay, that's on me ay, ay, back off me
Ay, ay, poverty was not for me
You best believe ay, ay, might go pop
Ay, ay, might go soul ay, ay
Either way I'm getting to the fucking dough

First letter of my name's A
Second letter of my name's A
But, I'm repping the second
Letter in the alphabet
And that B the capital letter that I claim
Ay so many years we sustained pay
'Cause we thinkin' every day is game day
Haters be looking at my chains sway
But they don't wanna get it
'cause my gang spray
Stackin' plaques in my office
Making jealous niggas nauseous
Because they be taking too many losses
And we floss this 'cause we bosses, bitch
So fucking famous that we cautious
Who we toss this dick, no raw shit
Mix no sauces, they get exhausted
When tryna figure out the word when it costed
(Hold up) who that nigga next to Sam, ay
Who makes millies off of jams, ay
Who the people go Shazam, ay
And who prefer lamb over ham, ay
Faking niggas ain't sitting with us
We awaken hitters when the tripping fit us
Saw the hate they giving 'cause
We the villain niggas
They gonna shake and they shiver, my nigga
Tripping is us?
I can go rock or pop, anyway they cut it
I'm so Hip-Hop and the mo' grip guap
When I throw big knots big enough to make a
Motherfuckin' ho lip drop
Anybody tripping, that fa sho' get stopped
And they know this block never go get cops
Everybody scatter when the soldiers march
And the pit of fucking evil
Where your soul is dropped capital A

Ay, racks on me ay, ay, back off me
Ay, ay, poverty was not for me
You best believe ay, ay, might go pop
Ay, ay, might go soul ay, ay
Either way I'm getting to the fucking dough

Accomplishing goals, that's what I gotta do
They thought this was improbable but
We did the impossible