Gudda Yeah, Ok Im leanin to the left, fla-flag in my right pocket Star Treck 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 ass backwards Gudda spit crack, and you niggas is crack addicts The simple Mathematics You cut the check and I rake in the green, like I’m rakin the grass in Pretty bitches damn near feint when they passin Call my whip Martin but the first name Aston Potato head niggas get mashed when I’m spazzin’ Think you fucking with me put your cash in Nah I doubt it I was young and reckless when Pete say he was about it You niggas is Ducks, Howards, Cowards Kill the competition and shower niggas with flowers This rap shit is ours Gudda, Bitch!
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 or Maybach Bitch I got stacks, yeah Paychecks on Paychecks And I still want payback And I still don’t play that I kill on ASAP And you don’t do shit 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 drugs so sweet, like honey on yay Which one of yall say, you want drama I’m honoured I blitz your ass, like a muthaficking lineman Stack of paychecks, with a whole bunch of comma’s Still wear red, like a old 49er Fuck shittin on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya Wee-Weezy F Baby bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda Ughhh!!! [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/ym-banger-lyrics-lil-wayne.html ]
Ma-Mama aint make me to make homies She made me to make history So doing that’s my Extra-curicular activity Bulldozer boy, and the 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'll slap ya straight Yeah, I’m a Big Joker so you know I smash your 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 got aveno I hope the game got life insurance cause Ima kill it And all you wack ass rap niggas dying with it I’m so harlem, eating but still starving Pockets fat as fuck, like all they do is eat margarine Millz!
Say-Say-Say, Put the flow-flllloooooow Say,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 nigga flop My shit hit, like the pitch was soft Niggas cotton balled She dropped drawers cause she poppin off Her pussy cross guard, but, I don’t stop at all I smash in the car, like fuck the fucking law I bet daddy gone, who wanna make it done The rocky shit that we up on Shittin 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 analogues I wreck shit, for the recognition bitch Jesus as my witness, say envision I bore you niggas flame flicker I melt pictures Tyga skin aint drippin’