[Intro: YTD]
Aye
Of that gin and juice
You mothafuckas looking stupid. I'ma get it loose
I ain't your fucking friend
Please don't play pretend
He burst my bubble then I look at him
Like who that be?

[Chorus: YTD]
Man who that fucking be?
Who that rotten boy?
I smoke a 5th to calm me down
I'm 'bout to pop roid
I hit 'em where it hurts
Dancing on his purse
That money nowhere that's for certain
You ain't 'bout that work

[Verse 1: YTD]
Man you ain't 'bout that cheese
Call me in a week
Man I be working hard
Bitch I'm fucking scarred
Man I be turning up
'Bout to smoke a blunt
I promise that I'm 'bout to sherbert on this fucking cunt
Man I don't need no talk
Talking fucking tuff
I'm 'bout to roll it up
In a fucking blunt
I'll never see again
'Cause bitch I'm 'bout to bust
I'm 'bout to bust right on her face
I'm 'bout to get my nut
Rush
[Verse 2: MVKO]
Don't pass the boy no mid
'Cause all we smoke is gasoline
That shit that knock you out
And turn your eyes into some slot machine
These pussys wanna push my patience
Wanna test me come and see all?
All I need's one shot the magazine holds 17
Most you boys are beneath us
Dirty pond full of leeches
Whole crowd jump when the beat cuts
Have respect when you greet us
So just leave me alone
I don't got time for new friends
Read the words carved in the stones
The prophecies I must defend
Can't hide from the thoughts
That constantly inside my head
Loosin' touch with my sanity
Inside I'm fucking dead
Succubus, she sold my soul
I still got her in my bed
Sever ties to my lifelines
Hangin' on just by a thread
Anybody really wanna get that shit
Got the cleaver in my hand
'Bout to swing that shit
I'm so sick of mothafuckas
That thinkin' that they can touch us
I'm about to fuckin' run up and kill that bitch
Your bitch, she be lovin' on me
Whenever I see her she down on her knees
Countin' my cheddar I'm stackin this cheese
Grabbin' her throat and I give it a squeeze
[Chorus: YTD]
Man who that fucking be?
Who that rotten boy`?
I smoke a 5th to calm me down
I'm 'bout to pop roid
I hit 'em where it hurts
Dancing on his purse
That money nowhere that's for certain
You ain't 'bout that work
Rush