YMG lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah n*gga Young Max God in this b*tch
Straight outta H-Town
The trill capital n*gga
Tired of these hoe ass n*ggas falsifying
Trying to use our sh*t n*gga
We been coming down, we been doing this sh*t n*gga
Young Max God n*gga the best in this sh*t
The best out the H
If you don't like it suck a motherf*cking di*k n*gga
Bow, bow, bow, bow
Kream Clique Gang Bang b*tch

[Hook]
Young Max God 30 b*tches in the Rover
4 Beyonce's, fiances, no hova
Young Max God came through with the chopper
Shoot him in the face if a n*gga got a problem
Oh my God Max God consider him your idol
f*ck a S-K n*gga scope em with the Rifle
Young Max God got shooters on payroll
Young Max God slugs b*tches by the case though

[Verse 1]
Young Max God keep the thing up on his hip
Let him trip, let him slip, bang-bang on Crip
Pistol grip on my lap in the trap
Find a Kat Stacks
Chop her head off
Send it to you mamas doormat
Petty street n*ggas yeah my clique we beyond that
Hell in a cell
Sell ya-yo servered with pearl or pills
Touchdown bullet kills f*ck n*gga
We be on that
Pop ya like a pill
Shoot a n*gga like f*ck that
Max God almighty with the sh*ts no potty
Hella cet's got me bent like yoga pilates
Jim Carrey got a mask no Bruce almighty
Oh my God Max God don't shoot nobody
Mossberg pump that's a 12 gauge shotty
Shoot Bevo Lotti in his head and his body
Chop his ass up
Remove his head from his body
Pack 2's too cool call him scotty too hotty
[Hook]
Young Max God 30 b*tches in the Rover
4 Beyonce's, fiances no hova
Young Max God came through with the chopper
Shoot him in the face if a n*gga got a problem
Oh my God Max God consider him your idol
f*ck a S-K n*gga scope em with the Rifle
Young Max God got shooters on payroll
Young Max God slugs b*tches by the case though

[Verse 2]
Young max bit crack a jack
Jacks matter fact strap
[?]
Spray you like Axe
Chop trees, chop corners
Codeine, Marijuana
Call me Young Max God selling b*tches on the corner
Got 'em for the 99 like a peach Arizona
Know a b*tch named peach pus*y taste like Arizona
Head game in the corner
I go hard no boner
Loud Dope like Homer Simp
Never been a simp
OJ Simp
Kill a b*tch quick
Crippin' ass Pimp
Get a glimpse
New world order that's what this is
Got a kid shooting at the pigs
Splitting n*ggas wigs
Hitting licks
Flame right to the brain like a f*cking bic
Young Max God in the S.W.A.T. with the sh*ts
Young Max God on the block toting clips
Young Max God no [?] no sh*t
Jehovah Young Max God the one and only b*tch
[Hook]
Young Max God 30 b*tches in the Rover
4 Beyonce's, fiances no hova
Young Max God came through with the chopper
Shoot him in the face if a n*gga got a problem
Oh my God Max God consider him your idol
f*ck a S-K n*gga scope em with the Rifle
Young Max God got shooters on payroll
Young Max God slugs b*tches by the case though