Off the Yak

**** told me get on that drill shit

I said, "Aight respectfully"

I'm off the Yak, got a lot on my mind

Time is money and if you don't get it, you wastin' my time

After I fuck, she tryna cuff, bitch, you out of line (Get out of here)

Blowin' my phone up, callin' me cryin', get off my line (Get outta here)

'Cause I am a demon, long as I'm breathin'

Don't want your heart, you can keep it (Keep that)

Bitches will tell you they love you, they skeemin', cappin', don't even mean it

But I don't believe it, all of them treesh, that's why I just fuck it and leave 'em

I just stay loyal to money and music and all the guys that I be with

But back to the real, just bought me a 'vette and still ain't signed to a deal

**** be signed and broke, damn, can't even get out of your deal (Stupid)

I'm paranoid, one hand on my gun, the other hand on the wheel (I got it)

Don't like how he movin', tell him to chill, my hitta ready to kill

So stop all that tough shit, black, you only act off a pill

When I hit the bros up, **** is sober, ready to drill

No, I don't have to, but if I have to, fuck it I will

And all of them **** you see me with then, you see me with still

The Kween of my City

I am a big deal (Brooklyn)

It's Redlyfe for lyfe

But I fuck with the rips still

Glock on my hips still

But when it come to this rap shit

I let my pen spill

They know I've been ill

Hop in the Vs, pockets on Gs, I'm still good in the Ps (I'm still good)

Run up a dice game, who got the bank? I'm bettin' twenty the least

Told her to slide, her hand on my thigh, she feel the brick in my jeans (Ooouuu)

Tell her uh-ah, Mama don't try it, I got the stick in my jeans

Somebody BM hittin' my DM, I had to leave her on seen

And she not a regular bitch but that don't mean nothin' to me

But if you talkin' 'bout money then fuck it, 'cause that mean somethin' to me

You gotta get to the bag fuckin' with me, fuck do you mean?

Hop on the plane, out with the gang, we in Atlanta, slide

I hit up one of my hoes when I land, tell her to meet me at Hide

Foreign cars, big black trucks, we got them hammers inside

And all of my **** on timin', pussy, just know that we got it

Them **** was tryna rob me, my shooter he cocked it and popped it

**** don't know my body, who you thought you was linin'?

My guys leave you unconscious, dummy, that's not a threat, that's a promise

You see M.A in that foreign, just know it's some **** behind it

And it's some hittas beside it and it's some hittas in front

And they poled up, clip on doughnut, big drum, ready to dump

I swear this not what you want, ten rounds, man down, fuck it, it's up

I ain't even see what happened, I'm just sippin' my cup

Y'all be beggin' these hoes whenever I see 'em they ready to fuck

You can ask Marc if I'm cappin', I told that **** it's magic

Bringin' them racks in, I'm about action, ain't no chill and relaxin'

I've been restless, other investments but I'm still killin' this rap shit

Three things I hate, a liar, bills, and payin' my taxes

No time to play, can't cuff no chick, they all distractions

Never goin' broke or backwards, If I did it, I did what I had to

I just got back in my bag too, just put a half a mil' in my stash too

(Let's get it) Fuck you talkin' 'bout?

Gettin' money respectfully

**** try to say, "Yo bro, we need that old M.A. back, man?

I said "Okay, like, what you mean?"

This shit is nothin' man

I walk and I talk

Man, don't ever play with me like this, man

**** told me to do a drill beat

Man, I said fuck it I'ma do a drill beat then

You know what I mean

It's Brooklyn

It's Redlyfe