YM Banger Edited Version

It's back again, everybody I've been scanning the Orange unknown object twelve miles on the radar Coming in at very high speeds. To be the main source causing the electronic Indeed. I can't move, he's in our system. He's controlling the system. Gutta, Yeah, okay, I'm leaning to the left, Flag in my right pocket Star Trek fly, Unidentified flying object Extraterrestrial, I'm all about my decimals Retarded in the booth, They say I got a special flow Thicker than Your average, you rappers is bitches backwards Gutta 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 raking the grasses Pretty Bitches damn near faint when they pass him Call My whip Martin but the first name acid Potato Head niggas get mashed and I'm spazzing Think you Fucking with me, put your cash in Nah, I doubt it, I was young and reckless when P said he was about it You niggas is Ducks, cowards, Kill the competition and shower Niggas with flowers This rap shit is ours, Gutta, bing Uptown back in it, Hollygrove black menace Black Clothes, black tennis, black semi I never sat in Hemi, that will offend me Try Maybach or Maybach, I got stacks, yeah Paychecks on paychecks and I Still want payback I still don't play that, I kill on ASAP We don't do shit but Get money all day Put some shoes on my Bullets, now they running y'all way YM, Young Mula, Young Money all day With a drug So sweet like honey on yay Which one of Y'all say you want drama? I'm honored I blitz your ass like a motherfucking Lineman Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of Commas Still wear red like an old 49er Fuck Jumping on you, dump the whole toilet on you Weezie F. Baby, bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda, Ugh Lego, mama ain't make me to make homies She made me to make history So doing that's My extracurricular activity Bulldozer boy and my Target is the industry Two things in the world I love, good dick and victory You ain't doing It big, I'm grown, stop kidding me Your whip Ain't up to date and your ho look like Misty C This is misery, no Kathy Bates Come At me sideways, my money is slacking straight Yeah, I'm a big joker so you know I smash Your ace Leave the club with your girl, send Her home with an ashy face Love is a Gamble but it's my casino And tonight you're the Loser, I hope she got a Veno I hope The game got life insurance 'cause I'm a killer And all you wack-ass rap niggas dying with I'm So Harlem, eating but still starving Pockets fat as Fuck like all they do is eat margarine, Mills Lego, Say, put the flow Say, put the flow in The pot, crank up the notch Burn this song From a stove top, it's finger-licking hot Nigga flip 'cause the nigga flop My shit hit like the Pitch was soft, nigga cotton balls She drop drawers Then she pop it off Her pussy cross guard But I don't stop at all I smash in The car like fuck the fucking law I been Dead and gone, who wanna meet Sadam? That rocky shit up on me, arm, arm Nigga On them like hay in a barn Hey, wait, They say money talks And man, you don't speak It, dog, you shop at mini malls My style Two thumbs up like using analog I wreck shit for the recognition, bitch Jesus as My witness, Satan's vision I boil your ass, Flame flicker, I melt pictures Tiger skin ain't Dripping