YMCMB MMG (feat. Meek Mill)

[Verse 1: Cory Gunz]

Stare is blank when the trigger face

Lil nigga with a bigger base

Know me young homie? here's some money, you wonder now

I'll make 2012 with a number dial

Talking that shit; don't know who they rapping with

Pause, I say fuck em fast, rabbit dicks

I turn the booth to a maggot pit

She appear when I wave the david banner wrist

Gettin money, you niggas seein me like my mother home

She's bitchin her dog is back with another bone

Hollar for a dollar, to swallow back

I hit her right off of twitter, now follow that

I'm booking face, my network is social

Young money, cash money, we coach who coach you

Slow up them protools with them loco vocals

What you know to, don't do, nigga

I'm your go-tos, go-to

Plot, once you try I approach you quiet with the toast too

Fire, I will smoke you

Tie, any man, bear hand choke you

Silence is what I go to

Violent, burner in the safe, burner in the car, and the plates, burner on the waist

Find the burner and they solving the case

Murder in the place, let is dislove in his waist

I don't give a fuck if your moms and all is in the play

Get your pops, get popped, nigga pop off

Get a drop, in the city chopped, get in knocked off

Glock and it gettin hot, knock ya socks off

Get clocked, when it tick, get tocked off

Block niggas, by the block when it's blocked off

Swat looking for the yatch when is docked off

In the spot where niggas plot to get bopped, pause

And when the waps stop then ya top off

[Verse 2: Millz]

Ymcmb doublem g, you know me

Old school flow like kool mo dee

Coastal flow, I move low key

Make a move ot

Get a brick for the low

95 south get a chick that would go

Every 36 let the bitch get an o

I put it in the hood that bitch better snow

In the middle of summer, do numbers

Niggas better run from us that, front us

That mac-10 with a drummer, they want us

Tell them niggas run up, get done up

When that automatic get clappin like Cory Gunz when he rapping

That shit be spitting so fast, and my niggas we platinum

And I'm... on the way I'm going glow, I put my pressy on

30 thou, like a got a camero chevy on

I go loud around the neck give em a heavy one

And niggas sleeping on me, guess I get my freddy on

Nightmare on you record labels

I tell em put the dirty money on the other table

You ever seen a 100 racks off fiend money

That martin luther king, I had a dream money

I can tell you niggas never seen money

We sellin white girl, gettin christine money

Aguilera, I'm in the panorama

Niggas whisper when I come through, I can barely hear em

I know these niggas looking, I can't see em though

My daddy in the grave, I make you meet em though

They call me, mister "fuck a nigga" I don't need a ho

Cause I got my paper up, it's time to get my haters up

I'm gone!

Bitch!

I'm gone!

Mmg ymcmg