Y U lyrics

[Intro]
I'm semi, I stay automatic
What the f*ck, ay
What the f*ck, uh

[Chorus: $EMMY!]
Why you, tryna' front for us
Make a couple bags, now they wanna f*ck wit' us
I do the dash when I hit them wit' the double pump
I run it back, when you hear me, wanna turn it up, what
Why you, tryna' front for us
Make a couple bags, now they wanna f*ck wit' us
I do the dash when I hit them wit' the double pump
I run it back, when you hear me, wanna turn it up, what

[Verse 1: $EMMY!]
Take a di*k in the back of the mouth
Do the dash, makin' cash, now she droppin' it South
Hit a lick, punch a b*tch in the mouth
Run it back, then I brag 'bout the money I found, ooh
Yeah, it's pagin' doctor pipe a b*tch
I eat the pus*y, like some fruit you know it's ripe and sh*t
I got an urge to take your b*tch, you know I'm fighting it
You here me spittin', you quittin' it, cuz it's frightening
Like a lesbian, strap staying on it, uh
I'm Staying Strapped, shoutout Nugget and Prophet (Stay Strapped)
Shoutout Maximus Paddington he be flossin'
The Wifi Free so change the password to nothin', uh

[Bridge: $EMMY!]
We f*ck it up, cuz we gon' lead from the back
I call the homies, when I see some f*ckin' goons to attack
You f*ck with Semmy, then you know I'm f*ckin' wit' you right back
And when I make it in the game, you know I'm sharing my bag, yeah

[Chorus: $EMMY!]
Why you, tryna' front for us
Make a couple bags, now they wanna f*ck wit' us
I do the dash when I hit them wit' the double pump
I run it back, when you hear me, wanna turn it up, what
Why you, tryna' front for us
Make a couple bags, now they wanna f*ck wit' us
I do the dash when I hit them wit' the double pump
I run it back, when you hear me, wanna turn it up, what
[Verse 2: MOL$]
Tell 'em kick rocks, tell that lil b*tch, take a walk
This a big clock, big watch, this a big bop
Don't move rock, yeah my money's clean, and yo' sh*t flops
Say "Mol$, you so mean", tell 'em
Tell 'em, "kick rocks"
Tell my homies, "f*ck the cops"
If I ever see a pig, I know I hit 'em wit' the drop
Sc*m bag pricks, and they all cop pigs
Stop flexin' goofy ass, first name Tod
You a b*tch, and you and your private militia workin' for rich
Make me sick, of this sh*t, man I knew you all were pigs
But instead of roll in mud, you guzzle in rich's c*m
Cuz you got no brains, and you still kill kids

[Chorus: $EMMY!]
Why you, tryna' front for us
Make a couple bags, now they wanna f*ck wit' us
I do the dash when I hit them wit' the double pump
I run it back, when you hear me, wanna turn it up, what
Why you, tryna' front for us
Make a couple bags, now they wanna f*ck wit' us
I do the dash when I hit them wit' the double pump
I run it back, when you hear me, wanna turn it up, what