My Year ft. TearDrop, Tyte, Mr. Cain & Lord Lyrics

I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me

Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me

Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me?

Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me

I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me

Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me

Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me?

Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me

This here, my year I got to do my thing

Platinum piece with a platinum chain

Put twenty fours on the Escalade

Let the neons glow when I grip the grain

Trunk got bang, and my nine do too

Since ninety-eight, I been wearing FUBU

Nigga, you can't see me, but I can see through you

Faker than fraud, you and your whole crew

Fuck with me and you gone get some lead

Shit, I'm a hold it down, cause my brother went fed

Taking and cocking and pop, pop the clip

And it's pissing me off, pushing me off the edge

Fuck you, nigga, I'm a stack a knot

Pockets stay on swole, cause the block is hot

Where I'm from, we don't run from cops

Green light, red light, we don't stop

We keep on going, hogging all four lanes

Watch out for the screens, cause they fall like rain

Backseat full of niggas getting brain

Unforgettable, yeah, that's the name

They call us Unforgettable, so you can't forget

If you smell boo-boo, nigga, I'm the shit

Watch out for your hoe, cause I'll take the bitch

I got money on my mind cause I wanna be rich

This here my year, I got to show the world

Life ain't all about diamonds and pearls

Fancy thangs and dime piece girls

Like I'm after a nut my nickname Lil Squirrel

I'm the pick of the litter, so this is what we gone do

You can follow my lead, but don't use my shoes

Take this money in this game and stick it like glue

But whatever you do, just keep stacking, boo

I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me

Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me

Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me?

Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me

I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me

Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me

Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me?

Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me

U-F-C, be my clique me and my boys be just too thick

Me and my boys can't be fucked with

Cause them U-F-C boys be packing clips

I'm quick to swing right through your block

All my boys got their hand on a Glock

Four eighteens, so you know I'm on knock

On the Mitchell street with my trunk gone pop

Introduce myself my name Lil Tyte

Littlest nigga in my clique, quick to brighten up your night

Also known for slitting your throat with a knife

Skerrt off on twankies, straight take your wife

Hater is in my way, I must confess

My Glock, go pop, to relieve all stress

It's your boy Lil Tyte, I'm the best

Also known for putting souls to rest

Had me a clip, so I bought a Glock

Don't have a lake, don't need a dock

But I must invest in my dope stocks

I can chill with them boys up on my block

Think about the Lloyd Rock, Jamie Sprout

My two nephews sure act a clown

If you take the roach pills, they make you go down

Never smoked the weed, that's boo-boo brown

You got a nine, I got a Tech

U-F-C boys show mad respect

Business mayne, we'll break your neck

Have your ass looking like your car wreck

Scarlingen Texas, that's what I claim

My first album was Blue Cocaine

The boy Lil Blue, he the one to blame

For bringing Lil Tyte up in the rap game

See these hoes, everywhere I go

See these hoes, when I'm trying to flow

See these hoes, when I got to do shows

But with all these hoes, I smoke Optimos

I got phones, my hip beep

From a hoe that want me to creep

And after I fuck, want me to sleep

While held in the arms of T-Y-T-E

There's this hoe, they name Priscilla

She hated on me, so I got to kill her

Don't fuck around, see I'm about my skrilla

Just wait, till I see that ass, I'm gone get her

Hate the hoes that like to hate

The fake ass niggas that participate

Goddamn my nigga, I know you fake

But don't love a hoe, cause your heart will break

Shout out to my boy they call Black

Mr. Lawrence Grant, but soon he be back

All these haters be smoking crack

Starting rumors on me, putting hollows in your back

Got a brother who on lock

Once again, I be toting Glocks

Nine Oh Four, that's the Mitchell Street block

And I'm still gone shine for my brother Lloyd Rock

Poured up off a four, smoking Optimo

Got love for the streets, but I never love a hoe

I'm a let you know that this here my year

Scream it in your ear, just to make it clear

Swanging on the block, ducking, dodging cops

Creeping through the hood, just serving rocks

To the fiends, I'm all about my green

Smoke Mary Jane and sipping lean

That's a daily thing for me, yeah, my clique

Everywhere we mob, we roll thick

If you want some plato, I'm a pop the clip

In the Tech nine and let it rip

Through your flesh, want to smoke and sess

Leave your family to clean the mess

You know a player like me won't even stress

And I'm a let you know that Lil Cain the best

I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me

Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me

Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me?

Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me

I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me

Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me

Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me?

Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me

I bleed the block like Bloody Mary

I die ten times like Machiavelli

I cut your balls off with my chrome machete

If you fuck it with my skrilla, then you best to be ready

Cause I'm on the ball, but I'm off the chain

This nigga Lord, in the game

A brother like me be stacking my change

Hold up though, cause I'm doing my thang

Cause I'm from the south, the Dirty South

Them Texas boys is in your mouth

You hating on us, so you pay the cost

Empty my clip at your mama house

So now you vision, my collision

U-F-C is on mission

Nothing but platinum is what we spending

This year, my year, so listen up

I pour up some syrup, I clear my cough up

I'm throwed like grenades, so you know I blow up

I stepped in this game and business went up

So now you see what became of me

An underground baller in the thirty-three

Fifth official member of the U-F-C

My rhymes are so throwed, so don't fuck with me

I say my rhymes so throwed, so don't fuck with me

I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me

Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me

Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me?

Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me

I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me

Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me

Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me?

Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me