Ymc Ant - YMC Lyrics

Straight up off the block with it
You can't come around or you can't Hang I know you Not with it
I just do my thing I'm with my team Man I'm not trippen
Need to free my man he hard headed He did not listen
Perks got my mind gone
Niggas speaking down on the gang Know they did Wrong
Niggas having undercover pressure Yea that's how it Be
Every time they mention cherry hill They Be like YMC
We the ones who lit we be them Niggas who they want To be
Everytime I'm talking on the beat they Be like who is he
They ain't want to let me in the door I Had to take the Key
I be drippin' in all this Italian like I'm Selling D
Hundreds in my Pocket knotted up Like I got pads on
Had to tell a bitch watch your mouth I'm not your last Nigga
Paranoid I'm sitting here thinking About it my past Nigga
He's a broke boy these niggas be Bluffing he's a pack Hitter
Bitch all on my phone won't leave me Alone because My sack bigger
I'm deep in the trenches with Extensions I'm a hood Figure
We came out the mud but now we get It we some Bread winners
We come from a place they robbin Niggas
They killing the killers
We don't pay no mind to bitch niggas Who think they Gorillas
You know I don't be lying up in my Rhymes if I said it I Did it
You know ain't nobody fuckin' with us They know we the Best
You know that they love me I get mad love from East to West forreal
You know I'm a trill nigga real Nigga
If you fake then you know I can't deal With you
I can't hang with you
I can't talk about that pain with you
Switch them lanes with you
Damn I can't even do my thing with You
We some young money chaser niggas
Just stay on grind stay in your lane and Get some Paper Nigga
We be showing love to everybody they Still hate a Nigga
All this shit ain't happen over night You know we waited Nigga

Straight up off the block with it
You can't come around or you can't Hang I know you Not with it
I just do my thing I'm with my team Man I'm not trippen
Need to free my man he hard headed He did not listen
Perks got my mind gone
Niggas speaking down on the gang Know they did Wrong
Niggas having undercover pressure Yea that's how it Be
Every time they mention cherry hill They Be like YMC
We the ones who lit we be them Niggas who they want To be
Everytime I'm talking on the beat they Be like who is he
They ain't want to let me in the door I Had to take the Key
I be drippin' in all this Italian like I'm Selling D
Hundreds in my Pocket knotted up Like I got pads on
Had to tell a bitch watch your mouth I'm not your last Nigga
Paranoid I'm sitting here thinking About it my past Nigga
He's a broke boy these niggas be Bluffing he's a pack Hitter
Bitch all on my phone won't leave me Alone because My sack bigger
I'm deep in the trenches with Extensions I'm a hood Figure
We came out the mud but now we get It we some Bread winners
We come from a place they robbin Niggas
They killing the killers
We don't pay no mind to bitch niggas Who think they Gorillas
You know I don't be lying up in my Rhymes if I said it I Did it
You know ain't nobody fuckin' with us They know we the Best
You know that they love me I get mad love from East to West forreal
You know I'm a trill nigga real Nigga
If you fake then you know I can't deal With you
I can't hang with you
I can't talk about that pain with you
Switch them lanes with you
Damn I can't even do my thing with You
We some young money chaser niggas
Just stay on grind stay in your lane and Get some Paper Nigga
We be showing love to everybody they Still hate a Nigga
All this shit ain't happen over night You know we waited Nigga