Tyga - YM Banger lyrics

[Gudda Gudda] 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 a** backwards Gudda spit crack and you n***as is crack addicts It's simple mathematics; you cut the check And I rake in the green like I'm rakin' the gra** in Pretty b**hes damn near faint when they pa**in' Call my whip Martin, but the first name Aston Potatohead n***as get mashed when I'm spazzin Think you f**in' 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 shower n***as with flowers This rap sh** is ours, Gudda, b**h~! [Lil Wayne] 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, b**h I got stacks Yeah, Paychecks on paychecks and I still want payback I still don't play that, I k** on ASAP And we don't do sh** 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 d** so sweet like honey on yay Which one of y'all say you want drama? I'm honored I blitz yo' a** like a mothaf**in' lineman Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of commas Still wear red like an old 49er f** sh**tin' on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya Weezy F baby, b**h I'm hotter than Uganda Uggh! [Jae Millz] 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 k** it And all you whack a** rap n***as dyin with it I'm so Harlem, eatin but still starvin' Po-pockets fat as f** like all they do is eat margarine Millz! [Tyga] 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 n***a flopped My sh** hit like the pitch was soft, n***as cottonballed She dropped drawers cause she poppin off Her p**y crossed guard but, I don't stop at all I smash in the car, like f** the f**in law Her baby daddy gone, who wanna meet the Don? That Rocky sh** up on the arm-arm sh**tin 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 an*logs Ha ha~! I wreck sh** for the recognition b**h Jesus as my witness, Saan vision Eyeball you n***as, flame flicker I melt pictures, Tyga skin ain't drippin