Y.A.F.W.M Lyrics

Step up in the building and I'm feeling fresh as fuck

Say what up to my homies and all you haters Suck my nuts

I like real thick all up in the back

the back Skinny body in the front, she knows how to

ride it And she knows how to roll a blunt

Spastic like an addict, yeah this rap shit gotta have it

Come and snatch it, it's boombastic

How I'm making all these classics

Fucking with me, pussy bitch

Know I'm always steady grinding

Yeah, I'm always steady climbing People hate, but I don't mind it

Love and peace, I hope they find it Yeah, I'm Buddha in this bitch

Rolling sticky-icky, now I feel like Luda in this bitch

So fuck it, let's just get high It's a vibe, in the ride

When I'm spitting out these rhymes

They just say that shit's just so divine

When I step up in the booth I'm speaking out my mind

Committing crimes, go and sniff another line I think it's time, go and take another shot

Go and take another dab I know I said that line before

But I get faded then I spaz

You ain't fucking with me, boy

Spit my heart up in this booth Pretty boy, yeah that's the truth

And hes gone up off the goose You ain't fucking with me, boy

Man, you flop, yeah what's the use?

And I put that on my youth

shut up

You ain't fucking with me, boy

Smoke a zip, yeah maybe two Money's going through the roof

I take a shot, I go get loose You ain't fucking with me, boy

Smoke this blunt, then chuck the deuce

Going crazy in this booth

Smoke a rapper yeah that's a coup Yeah, yeah, you ain't fucking with me

Yeah, yeah, you ain't fucking with me Yeah, yeah, you ain't fucking with me

Yeah, yeah, you ain't fucking with me

You can't touch me, you can't find me I'm a menace on the beat

Fuckboy try to start some shit I clocked his face and kicked his teeth

Ladies, gents, up bout your seats You know I got the rhymes you seek

I'm not even up at my peak

Yet, I kill these beats like every week

Put these rappers down to sleep Buried down six feet beneath

Steady rolling up this leaf

It keeps me calm, it helps me breathe

Got these aces up my sleeve If you pussies wanna start some shit

I'm right here who I started with They know I put my heart in this

Cause you ain't fucking with me, boy

Spit my heart up in this booth

Pretty boy, yeah, that's the truth And he's gone above the goose

You ain't fucking with me, boy Man, you flop, yeah, what's the use

And I put that on my youth Hold up, gone and pulled your tooth

Shut up, you ain't fucking with me, boy Smoke a zip, yeah, maybe two

Money's going through the roof I take a shot, I go get loose

You ain't fucking with me, boy Smoke the blunt, then chuck the deuce

Going crazy in this booth

Smoke a rapper that's a coup