歌手:Young M.A
专辑:《M.A The Mixtape》

These *******s ain't 'bout that
I put that lil pretty black barrel where they mouth at
You say you getting money, um I doubt that
Throw a rack at 'em like ******* go and count that
Pain
I don't kill ************t, I massacre
I always keep a pretty bad ************ in my passenger
I tell her get her ass in the back if I'm mad at her
And if I see another bad ************ then I'm after her
Pain
A wise ******* told me wise up
Said even when your head down, always keep your eyes up
My brother was a blood, that's why I throw that five up
He died from that ************t, that's why I keep that nine tucked
Five what up?
I let the shotgun size 'em up
So I dare any of these big *******s to try they luck
When I met my ******* Rell, told him you gon' ride or what?
It's Redlyfe
Said of course he gon' ride with us
Pain
Now we got the whole team here
And my whole squad hotter than a ******g beach chair
I'm a beast, yeah
Put me on a ******g leash, yeah
I grind 365, including every leap year
Pain
******* these *******s thought?
Ain't nothing 'bout me sweet, I'm from grimy ass New York
Brooklyn is the borough where everything thorough
I don't do it for the rich, nah I do it for my ghetto
Listen, let me tell you
I'm so disrespectful
Any ******* I would step to, my lil *******s flex too
Pull that thing out, ******* it back, it check you
Including who you next to, your mans could get stretched too
Pain
A lot of *******s hate me
Cause they ************ either want to date me or rape me
In between my legs is where your ************ face be
I disrespect hoes, even on a Drake beat, get it?
I was always taught never sweat a ************
If that ************ acting up, go get a better ************
And I was always taught never fear man
When it was time for me to fight I had to throw them hands
And leave that mother****** where he stand
He acting up, I'm strapping up and send him to the man
I ain't no killer but don't push me
If these *******s got a problem
I'm in Brooklyn, tell 'em look for me
I spit that ether
Had the streets waiting, now it's time for me to feed them
Mixtape dropping, just us, no features
We don't need *******s, them *******s need us
My gun cold-hearted, that ************'ll make you freeze up
I call my gun my ************ and she love it when I squeeze her
Hoes down, G's up, B's up, we up
Broke *******s envy me cause I got my green up
Pain
I salute you if you hustle
Get it how you get it, cause nobody wants to struggle
Life gets rough, like a ruffle it's a tough old
So keep your legs closed and don't let it ******* you
Real ************t
Man this game don't love you
Cause when you getting money lot of *******s wanna touch you
I got trust issues, but only cause I want to
Cause even if I know you I don't trust you, ******* you
Pain
Only god I look up to
And only my ************t I bump to
Cause these rappers man, why the ******* they got a deal
They ain't saying nothing real
And they punchlines suck too
I guess the game's changing
But ******* it, I'm coming in that ************ and rearranging
My squad dangerous, pull it out, aim it
Bang it, leave a mother****** head brainless
I'm a cool *******
Always on that same ************t
I ******* straight girls then I have 'em on some gay ************t
************ ass dykes, always on some hate ************t
'Til I spray ************t that'll put 'em on they face quick
Yeah I eat the ************ and, yeah I love the ************ and
Yeah I got a ************ but never been a ************
I'm just preparing for the summer
And the moral of this ************t is that I'm back mother******