EMB - fYTB! Lyrics

Aye, f*ck you talm bout (what)
F*ck you talm bout (what)
F*ck you talm bout, (yeah) my boy (okay)
Aye, f*ck you talm bout (what)
F*ck you talm bout (what)
F*ck you talm bout, (yeah) my boy (okay)
F*ck you talm bout (hm)
F*ck you talm bout (hm)
F*ck you talm bout, (yeah) my boy (aight)
F*ck you talm bout (damn)
F*ck you talm bout (damn)
F*ck you talm bout, my boy (hm)
I think you niggas forgot I could rap
All of that singin shit got y'all in whack
Chops sing lullaby, take you a nap
She make it clap like two niggas dap
I'm boutta make you run home like a bat
Man, hydraulics bounce like a fat
Man, tell me what you think of that
I'mma be stickin around like a tat
Baaa I'mma goat, that's a fact
Naaa you can't compete with that
Yeah EMB the new black
Put the money in stacks
Bitch what the f*ck did you think this was
Wings on the Infinity like I'm buzz
She like 'em dark, I'm her fudge
She wanna hold me, like a grudge
She wanna sit in my lap in my face
I'mma Yung Wun, I'mma tear up the place
I'm wearin all black but this isn't a race
Put the cash in the center, I'm feeling like Ma$e
When I'm on da mic, I'm boutta spazz
It's incredible, I'm boutta Dash
Head bump in the whip, that's a lash
She jackin my knife, Kevin Nash
Walk in the party, snuck the pole in the bitch
Tryna high, finna roll up some shit
Man, I'm drunk as the f*ck, I ain't thrown up in a bit
Then I head to the studio, I'm showin up late
Left that bitch, I don't care how she feel
'Member them days she used to trip bout a meal
Poppin these bitches nowadays like a pill
Get loud in this bitch so you know that it's real
Stay in the hood, I ain't goin to no hills
She wanna f*ck, I don't know if she can
F*ckin his bitch have nap in that shi
I be havin drip and I know she be swaggin shit
And I don't give a f*ck 'cause I'm quick just to grab a bitch
Ask me nigga, you don't gotta ask the bitch
I'm a chill ass nigga, I ain't even get mad a bit
I can't f*ck with these niggas, they really be draggin shit
F*ck on yo ho, so easy, an accident
Damn, I ain't mean to brag, lil bitch
I might have the bag, lil bitch
Hand me the bag, lil bitch
I'm havin swag, lil bitch, ooh
I'm in my bag, lil bitch, ooh
I'm mean, my bad lil bitch
Trust me I'm nice I ain't mad, lil bitch
She don't gotta bed, so we f*cked on the floor
It be moments like this and I know I'mma blow
You know my hobby, my shit is to smoke
Man, I ain't lose yet bitch, I ain't no ho
A nigga finna pop his shit
Damn, 'cause I'm bout to talk my shit
Damn come, I'm the guy lil bitch
I know my baby, so tired of my shit
Aye, f*ck you talm bout (what)
F*ck you talm bout (what)
F*ck you talm bout, (yeah) my boy (okay)
Aye, f*ck you talm bout (what)
F*ck you talm bout (what)
F*ck you talm bout, (yeah) my boy (okay)
F*ck you talm bout (hm)
F*ck you talm bout (hm)
F*ck you talm bout, (yeah) my boy (aight)
F*ck you talm bout (damn)
F*ck you talm bout (damn)
F*ck you talm bout, my boy (hm)