Lil Wayne, Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda & Tyga

Lil Wayne, Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda & Tyga – YM Banger (feat. Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda & Tyga) Lyrics

YM Banger

Lil Wayne, Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda & Tyga (feat. Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda & Tyga)

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"YM Banger." - Lil Wayne, Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda & Tyga (feat. Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda & Tyga)

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 08:41 am

Album: I Am Not a Human Being

Track No: 11

Okay, I'm leanin' to the left, flag in my right pocket
Star Trek fly, unidentified flying objects
Extraterrestrial, I'm all about my decimals
Retarded in the booth, they say I got a special flow
Sicker than your average, you rappers is ass-backwards
Gudda spit crack, and you **** is crack addicts
It's simple mathematics, you cut the check
And I rake in the green like I'm rakin' the grass in
Pretty bitches damn near faint when they passin'
Call my whip Martin, but the first name Aston
Potatohead **** get mashed when I'm spazzin'
Think you fuckin' with me? Put your cash in, nah, I doubt it
I was young and reckless when P say he was about it
You **** is Ducks, Howards, Cowards
Kill the competition and shower **** with flowers
This rap shit is ours, Gudda, bitch
Uh, Uptown back in it, Hollygrove Black menace
Black clothes, black tennis, black semi
I never sat in the Hemi, that will offend me
Try Maybach or Maybach, bitch, I got stacks
Yeah, paychecks on paychecks and I still want payback
I still don't play that, I kill on ASAP
And we don't do shit but get money all day
Put some shoes on my bullets, now they runnin' your way
YM, Young Mula, Young Money all day
Where the drugs so sweet like honey on yay
Which one of y'all say you want drama? I'm honored
I blitz your ass like a mothafuckin' lineman
Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of commas
Still wear read like an old 49er
Fuck shittin' on you, dump the whole toilet on you
Weezy F, baby, bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda
Let-let go, m-mama ain't make me to make homies, she made me to make history
So doin' that my extracurricular activity
Bulldozer boy, and my target is the industry
Two things in the world I love, good head and victory
You ain't doin' it big, I'm grown, stop kiddin' me
Your whip ain't up to date, and your hoes look like Mr. T
This is Misery, no Kathy Bates
Come at me sideways, my Money'll slap you straight
Yeah, I'm a big joker, so you know I smash your ace
Leave the club with your girl, send her home with a ashy face
Love is a gamble, but it's my casino
And tonight you're the loser, I hope she got Aveeno
I hope the game got life insurance 'cause I'ma kill it
And all you whack-ass rap **** dyin' with it
I'm so Harlem, eatin', but still starvin'
Po-pockets fat as fuck, like all they do is eat margarine, Millz
Say, say, say, put the flow, say, put the flow in the pot, crank up the notch
Burn the song from a stove top, this finger lickin' hot
His pick flip 'cause the **** flopped
My shit hit like the pitch was soft, **** cottonballed
She dropped drawers 'cause she poppin' off
Her pussy crossed guard, but I don't stop at all
I smash in the car, like fuck the fuckin' law
Her baby daddy gone, who wanna meet the Don?
That Rocky shit up on the arm-arm
Shittin' on 'em like hay in the barn
Hey, wait, they say money talks and, man, you don't speak at all
You shop at mini-malls, my style two thumbs up, like usin' analogues
I wreck shit for the recognition, bitch
Jesus as my witness, Satan vision
Eyeball you ****, flame flicker
I melt pictures, Tyga skin ain't drippin'

Writer(s): D. Carter, Jarvis Mills, Carl Lilly, Michael Ray Stevenson & M. Cadahia.

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