Lust Lyrics

Aye, yeah, Yami...

Yeah, aye, yeah, yeah

30 Round drum got the Mac and it's tucked

In love wit the Yami she knowing it's lust

Spinning the bottle ain't giving her trust

She poppin her pill I ain't feelin no drugs

30 Point hollow I'm feeding 'em slugs

He talkin on wax so he thinkin he tough

She got a thing for them niggas who scrubs

I'm all about dollars, I'm counting my nugs

Told her I'm mackin' ain't falling in love

Thug... came out of the bottom, like mud

Need some attention, ain't giving her hugs

Flood... beating it down like a rug

Seen what it ain't but you knew what it was

I'm stackin my fetty and keeping it stuffed

Singin that murder, i'll send 'em Above

No time for Lil Shawty she pushing and shove

Slid through, needle down, face shots

Fell in love wit the sound when the bass drop

Hoe after hoe been a mack fore the tape dropped

Spittin game, what they wishin but they not

She in her feelings, she knowing the game locked

Opp on a tray, serving fresh plate hot

Been round the way, but I'm getting her legs propped

Baby momma? She thinkin she next up

Fussing and trippin she talkin from chest up

Told her bring me the dough we gone rest up

Wet up, If he play get 'em tecs up

Out the east, I ain't goin for set ups

Scorpio love and she play with berettas

Need me a glock when I'm chasing the chedder

Roger that, hitting off court like I'm Feder

We aiming up top, like I'm writing a header

Yeah

No I can't be your man, no I can't be your man

No I can't be your man, no I can't be your man

No I can't be your man, nah, be your man

No I can't be your man, No I can't be your man

No I can't be your man, No I can't be your man

No I can't be your man, No I can't be your man