Y.M.B. lyrics

[Текст песни «Y.M.B» ft. yung pretty]

[Intro: yung pretty & YUNG TRAPPA]
Каделак
Как дела? К-к-к-кадел... как дела?
Коделак, ка-ка-ка-каделак
Y M, mothaf*ckin' B. Yeah

[Verse 1: yung pretty]
Yellow bracelet, yellow b*tch
Give your money, ye-yeah, I’m rich
Yung Murda, yeah, I’m sellin’ bricks
I’m on my hood, I’m rollin’ weed
Lean got me lense, sip codeine
Your ass so big, like Nicki
You’re jumpin’ on my di*k, b*tch
You’re jumpin’ on my di*k, b*tch
In the hotel room, I’m on bed
Well, I’ll f*ck you, ho — Yung Murda swag
I’m flexin’ hard, I’m shinin’ hard
Yo, haters, f*ck, I’m goin’ hard
Louis V. backpack, Versace black shade
New Fendi white kicks
Hey, shawty, you like this?
I’m on the bullsh*t, I’m on the parties
Sippin’ Dirty Sprite, get left your money
My double cup, my Gucci belt
My pistol, homie, I give you, homie
Yeah, I need a doctor, yeah, I need a doctor
In a mirror, smokin’, pop a pill — f*ckin’ monster
I’m on a spaceship, I’m on a spaceship
Get me lean with a Sprite, like do use drink
In my purple ocean, I swim, shawty
Not follow me, f*ck everybody
Supa bad, Lil Boosie swag
Free Boozy Boo, got me racks on racks
Free Sin Murda, mad about ’em
My dogs with me, watch out, shawty
Yellow b*tches on my block
Everybody need my drug
While I’m packing, I’m full of c*cky
And my yayo hustle hard sh*t
I do a big, I do my sh*t
I’m balla blockin’ young Juvenile
Mommy, who acts poppin’?
Your life like this — give money
Yung Murda Boyz, I’m with my dog
Turn the block, and I don’t give a f*ck
And what up? And what up
I’m did goomings to the climb coolings
Y.M.B ballas to that flex, shawty
Yung Murda Boyz, rockstar thuggin’
Yung Murda Boyz, get-get money
Yung Murda Boyz, lot of b*tch women
[Bridge: YUNG TRAPPA]
We started flexin’, ladies ballin’, money coolin’, smokin’ on the act
Let me in, I’m loud as hell, hot as f*ck, I’m pretty well
f*ck a moment with my mouth
My bracelet dancin’, Marilyn Manson

[Verse 3: YUNG TRAPPA]
Back at the tracks, slain my block like blood waison
Got money, that fashion looking good, so far fashion
Kicks fresh, my di*k fresh
My jeans new, but flue swagga
Goddamn, ho, I’m bad dog
I back through
Like bad boy, I bake sauce
Smoke some, I steal stun suns
I steal shining, brilliant, brilliant, brilliant, brilliant
’Cause I’m lot in best blunt, I felt the f*ckin’ mountain
Lot in, lot in, yuh
We’re lot of, lot of, huh

[Verse 4: YUNG TRAPPA]
Stupid black smally shawty
Going down, my bleedin’ dawg
Grow that fag, we bluntin’ dollar
Yuh, my goo za let ’em go
Who’s this f*ck, like shawty low?
Youngin’, flashin’, I’m Tayshaun
Stupid white, I’m rollin’ on
Good is when I’m smokin’ throw
If faggot not go while beat won
Whom I’m so gon’, leave me alone (Huh! Huh! Huh!)
You got the ’nother homie? I got the get my money
If you only homie, I act like you the nomial, catch your face
Did you ass young bladin’?
Dangerous, yes, di*k, leg
Black night, lil, bad, lie
Yes
I’m calm, I’m cool, I stalk, hold ’em
Like I’m body live, got lil dagnasa
I'm flashin’ dangerous, I’m flexin’
All these faggots does flexin’
All these faggots flyin’ high in a mask
I’m flexin’ on these b*tches, flyin’ high in the helicopters
Smokin’ pus*y, spittin’ box, trippin’, lead it
Sippin’ lean, purple Sprite