Jay Swags - YMCMB The sh** lyrics

Jay Swags Man my wrist lock like i just got arrested Testin me you won't pa** that test b**h Im broke im wreckless These 2 chainz respect this Dont even got to check this I dont got much but i worked for what i got When you see me roll up in a new masarati better roll up out the lot YMCMB in the number one spot And you n***as just got got Till i collaspe ill give hip hop a relaspe Perhaps then maybe we will hear some decent raps Them fake muhf**ers fall thro my d**h traps Talking bout being methrats Every beat i rap too is gold Im black but you look you just saw a ghost I dont mean to brag and boast And to me no one in the rap game comes close I never spit Illegitimate sh** Abouth the f**in critics You just some chicago b**hes Step on any beat f** it up Can't u see my smiling chucks Cause they just stomped your lyrics out Keef talk a lot of sh** You n***as better tell him to quit B4 i co*k the four fifth and put him in a coffin quick Yo quit rapping im a leave your body resting kid Cause i rock mo ice thwm wayne gretzky did Ill stretch you b**h make sure her p**y tight Im finna take your bricks if you ain't cookin em right Eh yo i got a lot of bullets fo sure im wasting them And if you got good jordans keef you know im lacing em Im coming thro like ripped condoms Leave yo head red like im paint ballin Whencu hear those shots keef u know ur fate is calling Dawg im a pimp only only rock with the hot apparel Rocking wit a b**h from the hollow barrel Watch yo head b**h you spineless f** My homies sell mo crack then whites in colorado springs f** wit me and c wut kind of gun i bring Allow me to introduce my homie D.O.G. he the sh** I got a 40 cal and a mossberg pistol grip I did a couple weeks in a mentel hospital in 2006 Cause i had a problem with exposin fake a** pricks Right now my n***as at the range you target practice I swap out ammo till i melt hard plastic Your dope ain't good trash that sh** Ur rhyme scheme is broke get a crack bag fix And im a stove cookin yayo half pa** six (YMCMB the sh** Better keep your flame tucked Or this time you will be the n***a f**ed YMCMB the sh** Ya nothin but dicks 4x) DOUBLE O.G Still hittin the floor f**in hoes like ron jeremy Like god to the devil you ain't scarin me Im on some toilet bowl sh** going in aimlessly Think i give a f** you got a gun aimed at me b**h i been thro the struggle I dont need u hug tho I dont do d** straight edge sh** I pop gbe members like i used pop zits By now im used to it Yo b**hes can s** my dick I run this rap game i can't forfeit Watch me make mo hits Im on the top 10 best white rappers list Always say my name when im rapping this Cut you sh** out keef im talking bout yo heart not your wrist You dont use it anyway Be my guest die anyday And its not f** wut i say Its f** wut i do So i guess f** p**y Nahhhh i can't do that You other perverts know where my mind at (Chorus)