Drake N Josh lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay]
(Lorenz, don't stop)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
You know what I'm sayin'? You gotta understand, man
Like I'm gettin' tired of sayin' the same sh*t over and you not under—
Damn

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Tired of sayin' the same sh*t and you still don't get it
Lil' freak b*tch probably got the best pus*y in the world, but I still won't hit it
'Cause that b*tch be f*ckin' everybody in the motherf*ckin' city, what the f*ck?
b*tch f*cked everybody in every hood
Even if I tried to teach this b*tch the game, she still won't get it
Even if I tried to airball, sh*t, I still won't miss it
Tried to tell your ass ten times, you still don't get it

[Interlude: YN Jay]
n*gga, I tried to teach you over and over and over, n*gga
You must not be listening

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
You don't listen when I'm speakin', sh*t, I'm done talkin'
'Member when I bought my first car like, "I'm done walkin'"
Ten grams in a Backwood got the lungs coughin'
If it's up there, it's stuck there, now the guns talkin'
Ayy, now the guns barkin'
I done smoked a whole pound of motherf*ckin' Coochie Runtz, got the lungs talkin'
n*gga out here rappin' just like me, that's my son chartin'
n*gga thought I had a pitbull, that's my son barkin'
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
n*gga thought I had the bubble guts, that's my gun fartin'
Six hoes came here for me, this my son party
Battery dead on my old-school, gotta jumpstart it
Okay, you dropped a tape, but sick as hell 'cause it's uncharted
You can't walk in without a strap, this a gun party
Drink a fifth and rap my ass off, I'm a drunk artist
Damn, I think his blood starvin'
Took an AR from my lieutenant, I'm like, "What up, sergeant?"
Lil' bro scammin' like a b*tch, he blew up Target
He made it big doin' a song with us, we blew up artist
You think I'm lyin', you can ask the n*gga
I need my b*tch hard to find like an action figure
Sick as hell lil' bro just went to jail for racketeering
My white boy f*cked up, he went home and tried to whack his parents

[Interlude: RMC Mike]
Damn, like
Nah, like, you really went home and tried to kill your parents?
f*ck be wrong with these n*ggas?

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
I don't get it
But if I'm starin' at your b*tch, then I hit it
I got a thing for poppin' Percs and f*ckin' fine women
Oh, she don't like fat n*ggas, bet I change her mind in it
I hit her hard and bust fast, couldn't waste no time in it