Off the Yak - Young M.A
Lyrics by：Katorah Marrero/Matthew Jacobson/Trent Rigel Gardner
Composed by：Katorah Marrero/Matthew Jacobson/Trent Rigel Gardner
N***as told me get on that drill s**t
I said "Aight respectfully"
I'm off the Yak got a lot on my mind
Time is money and if you don't get it you wastin' my time
After I f**k she tryna cuff b***h you out of line
Get out of here
Blowin' my phone up callin' me cryin' get off my line
Get outta here
'Cause I am a demon long as I'm breathin'
Don't want your heart you can keep it
Keep that
B***hes will tell you they love you they skeemin' cappin' don't even mean it
But I don't believe it all of them treesh
That's why I just f**k it and leave 'em
I just stay loyal to money and music and all the guys that I be with
But back to the real
Just bought me a 'vette and still ain't signed to a deal
N***as be signed and broke d**n can't even get out of your deal
Stupid
I'm paranoid one hand on my gun the other hand on the wheel
I got it
Don't like how he movin' tell him to chill my hitta ready to kill
So stop all that tough s**t black you only act off a pill
When I hit the bros up n***as is sober ready to drill
No I don't have to but if I have to f**k it I will
And all of them n***as you see me with then you see me with still
The Kween of my City
I am a big deal
Brooklyn
It's Redlyfe for lyfe
But I f**k with the rips still
Glock on my hips still
But when it come to this rap s**t
I let my pen spill
They know I've been ill
Hop in the Vs pockets on Gs I'm still good in the Ps
I'm still good
Run up a dice game who got the bank
I'm bettin' twenty the least
Told her to slide her hand on my thigh
She feel the brick in my jeans
Ooouuu
Tell her uh ah Mama don't try it I got the stick in my jeans
Somebody BM hittin' my DM I had to leave her on seen
And she not a regular b***h but that don't mean nothin' to me
But if you talkin' 'bout money then f**k it
'Cause that mean somethin' to me
You gotta get to the bag f**kin' with me f**k do you mean
Hop on the plane out with the gang we in Atlanta slide
I hit up one of my h*es when I land tell her to meet me at Hide
Foreign cars big black trucks we got them hammers inside
And all of my n***as on timin' p***y just know that we got it
Them n***as was tryin' to rob me my shooter he cocked it and popped it
N***as don't know my body who you thought you was linin'
My guys leave you unconscious dummy that's not a threat that's a promise
You see M.A in that foreign just know it's some n***as behind it
And it's some hittas beside it and it's some hittas in front
And they poled up clip on doughnut big drum ready to dump
I swear this not what you want ten rounds man down f**k it it's up
I ain't even see what happened I'm just sippin my cup
Y'all be beggin' these h*es whenever I see 'em they ready to f**k
You can ask Marc if I'm capping I told that n***a it's magic
Bringin' them racks in I'm about action ain't no chill and relaxin'
I've been restless other investments but I'm still killin' this rap s**t
Three things I hate a liar bills and payin' my taxes
No time to play can't cuff no chick they all distractions
Never goin' broke or backwards If I did it I did what I had to
I just got back in my bag too
Just put a half a mil in my stash too
Let's get it
F**k you talkin' 'bout
Gettin' money respectfully
N***as try to say "Yo bro we need that old M.A. back man
I said "Okay like what you mean"
This s**t is nothin' man
I walk and I talk
Man don't ever play with me like this man
N***as told me to do a drill beat
Man I said f**k it I'ma do a drill beat then
You know what I mean
It's Brooklyn
It's Redlyfe
