Lil Wayne - YM Banger lyrics

[Gudda Gudda:] Ok Im leaning to the left flag in my right pockets star track fly, unidentified flying objects extraterrestrial Im all about my decimels retarded in the booth they say I got a special flow sicker than your average you rappers is a** backwards Gudda speak crack and you n***as is crack addicts the simple mathematics you cut the check and I rake in the green like Im raking the gra** in pretty b**hes damn near feint when they pa**ing call my whip Martin but the first name Aston potato head n***as get mashed when Im spazzin think you f**ing with me put your cash in, nah I doubt it I was young and reckless when Pete say he was about it you n***as is Ducks Howards, cowards k** the competition and hsower n***as with flowers this rap sh** is ours pop b**h [Lil Wayne:] Uh, uptown back in it Hollygrove black menace black clothes, black tennis black semi, Ive never sat in hemi that would offend me try Maybach on Maybach b**h I got stacks yeah paychecks on paychecks and I still want payback and I still dont play that I k** on asap and you dont do sh** 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 d** so sweet like honey on yay which one of yall say you want drama Im honoured I blitz your a** like a muthaf**ing lineman stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of commas still wear red like an old 49ner f** sh**tin on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya Weezy F baby b**h I hotter than Uganda

Ughhh!!! [Jae Millz:] Mama aint make me to make homies she make me to make history so doing thats my extra-curicular activity bulldozer boy and my target is the industry Two things I love in the World, good head and victory you aint doing it big and broke stop kidding me your whip aint up to date and your hoes look like Mr T This is misery, no Cathy Bates come at me sideways my money slap ya straight yeah Im a big joker so you know I special ace leave the club with ya girl send her home with an ashy face love is a gamble but its my casino pretend that your the loser I hope that she [?] I hope the game got life insurance cause Im k** it and all you wack a** rap n***as dying with it Im so harlem eating but still starving pockets full of fat like all I do is eat margarine Millz [Tyga:] 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 n***a flop my sh** hit like the pitch was soft n***as cotton balled she dropped drawers cause she poppin off her p**y cross guard but I dont stop at all I smash in the car, like f** the f**ing law I bet daddy gone, who wanna make sh** done the rocky sh** [?] sh**tin on em like hittin the barn hey wait they say money talks man you dont speak at all you shop at mini malls my style two thumbs up like using an*logues I wreck sh** for the recognition b**h Jesus as my witness, say evision I bore you n***as flame flicker I melt pictures Tyga skin aint drippin