Ym Banger Lyrics - I'm Back - Lil Wayne

Gudda, yeah, okay 

I'm leaning to the left, flag in my right pocket 

Star track fly, unidentified flying object 

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 niggas is crack addicts 

The 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 

Potato head niggas get mashed when I'm spazzin' 

Think you fucking with me put your cash in, nah I doubt it 

I was young and reckless when Pete say he was about it 

You niggas is Ducks, Howard's, cowards 

Kill the competition and shower niggas with flowers 

This rap shit is ours, Gudda bitch 

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Uh, Uptown back in it 

Hollygrove black menace 

Black clothes, black tennis 

Black semi, I've never sat in a Hemi 

That would offend me 

Try Maybach on Maybach 

Bitch I got stacks 

Yeah, paychecks on paychecks 

And I still want payback 

And 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 running 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 motherfuckin' lineman 

Stack of paychecks with a whole bunch of comma's 

Still wear red like an old 49ner 

Fuck shittin' on ya, dump the whole toilet on ya 

Weezy F Baby bitch, I'm hotter than Uganda 

Ughh 

Photos 

Lego 

Mama ain't make me to make homies 

She made me to make history 

So doing that's my extra-curricular activity 

Bulldozer boy and my target is the industry 

Two things in the world I love, good head and victory 

You ain't doing it big, I'm grown stop kidding me 

Your whip ain't up to date and your hoes look like Mr. T 

This is misery, no Cathy Bates 

Come at me sideways, my money will slap ya straight 

Yeah, I'm a big joker so you know I smash your ace 

Leave the club with ya girl, send her home with an ashy face 

Love is a gamble but it's my casino 

And tonight your the loser, I hope she got Aveeno 

I hope the game got life insurance cause I'mma kill it 

And all you wack ass rap niggas dying with it 

I'm so Harlem, eating but still starving 

Pockets fat as fuck like all they do is eat margarine 

Millzy, lego 

Say, put the flow in the pot 

Crank up the notch 

Burn the song from a stove top 

It's finger licking hot 

His pitch flip cause the nigga flop 

My shit hit like the pitch was soft 

Niggas cotton balled 

She dropped drawers cause she pop it off 

Her pussy cross guard but I don't stop at all 

I smash in the car, like fuck the fucking law 

I made daddy gone, who wanna make it done 

That rocky shit that we up on 

Shttin' on 'em like hate 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 using analogues haha 

I wreck shit for the recognition bitch 

Jesus as my witness, Satan vision 

I bore you niggas, flame flicker 

I melt pictures, Tyga skin ain't drippin' 

Man you don't speak at all 

You shop at mini malls 

My style two thumbs up like using analogues 

I wreck shit for the recognition bitch 

Jesus as my witness, say evision 

I bore you niggas flame flicker 

I melt pictures 

Tyga skin ain't drippin'