[Verse 1: Youngin]

These n***as ain't gangstas these n***as pussy
And pussy gets fucked and left all gushy
And mushy, I'm just a couple inches from the edge
And waiting for a n***a to push me
My n***a the Ghost he got invisible toast
To put a visible hole up in the back of your throat
Think it's a game you get plucked and plucked like a feather
Hoes run for the MC cause he tougher than leather
My typical style lyrically wow on the track
Fuck that, throw your guns in the air and bust that
Shawty say she got a man and I say what's that
The fuck you gon' try to curve me you muskrat
Looking like a possum, I'm looking awesome
Leave you in the creek, no Dawson
Leave you in the one by Aiton, I'm so NorthEast
Y'all n***as act hard but softer than ass cheeks

[Hook: Youngin]

Y'all n***as ain't gangstas y'all n***as fake
Fuck where you from n***a fuck what you say
It's a DC thing 'til I'm fucking deceased
Step up, if you think that you fucking with me
I said y'all ain't really gangstas y'all n***as fake
Fuck where you from n***a fuck where you stay
It's a DC thing 'till I'm fucking deceased
Step up, if you think that you fucking with me

[Verse 2: Youngin]

Look, everything I spit inside the vocal booth are hip-hop quotable's
I grip mics then give life
To n***as in the life, of struggling and strife
I pull out the knife to slice and get right
I'm roaming through the night, the microphone killer
Sticking n***as to give up the scrilla or meet the thriller
The griller, I simmer saute the beat
MC's that seek my flow meets defeat
My essence is effervescent, speak with intelligence
Never hesitant when I represent my residence
No fucking with me, when it comes to this rap shit
Every single verse that I drop is classic
And everything you do it sounds like the last shit
You spit last year, and it wasn't a smash then
My flow is mastered, I do this bastard
The swag is magical, abracadabra, huh

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[Verse 3: Youngin]

Fucking with me you catch a beat down, I beat clowns
In no more than three rounds either written or freestyle
You catch a swift punch to jawbone
Rappers are quick lunch when I'm done left on the plate is all bones
I'm verbally the most murderous author
Cerberus is my mother but the serpents my father, yeah
A dirty n***a that'll flirt with a beat
As I infect the microphone with my verbal disease
Hold up, I make them freeze cause I'm colder than ice
And my dick receives more head & shoulders than lice
Youngin married to the game n***a throw in the rice
Our microphone may be the same but I'm controlling it tight
Holding it as tight as I can, and never letting go
Until the day I feel somebody has a better flow
And that'll never happen, unless you take out both of my lungs
And cut out my tongue and I'm forced to stop rapping, pussy

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