YMC Lyrics

Straight up off the block with it

You can't come around or you can't Hang I know you Not with it

I just do my thing I'm with my team Man I'm not trippen

Need to free my man he hard headed He did not listen

Perks got my mind gone

Niggas speaking down on the gang Know they did Wrong

Niggas having undercover pressure Yea that's how it Be

Every time they mention cherry hill They Be like YMC

We the ones who lit we be them Niggas who they want To be

Everytime I'm talking on the beat they Be like who is he

They ain't want to let me in the door I Had to take the Key

I be drippin' in all this Italian like I'm Selling D

Hundreds in my Pocket knotted up Like I got pads on

Had to tell a bitch watch your mouth I'm not your last Nigga

Paranoid I'm sitting here thinking About it my past Nigga

He's a broke boy these niggas be Bluffing he's a pack Hitter

Bitch all on my phone won't leave me Alone because My sack bigger

I'm deep in the trenches with Extensions I'm a hood Figure

We came out the mud but now we get It we some Bread winners

We come from a place they robbin Niggas

They killing the killers

We don't pay no mind to bitch niggas Who think they Gorillas

You know I don't be lying up in my Rhymes if I said it I Did it

You know ain't nobody fuckin' with us They know we the Best

You know that they love me I get mad love from East to West forreal

You know I'm a trill nigga real Nigga

If you fake then you know I can't deal With you

I can't hang with you

I can't talk about that pain with you

Switch them lanes with you

Damn I can't even do my thing with You

We some young money chaser niggas

Just stay on grind stay in your lane and Get some Paper Nigga

We be showing love to everybody they Still hate a Nigga

All this shit ain't happen over night You know we waited Nigga