Young M.A – Off the Yak Lyrics

Young M.A Off the Yak Album Lyrics Tracklist

Young M.A – Off the Yak Album Lyrics, Tracklist

Off the Yak Lyrics by Young M.A

[Intro]
Niggas told me get on that drill shit
I said aight, respectfully

[Verse 1]
I’m off the ‘yac, got a lot on my mind (Got a lot on my mind)
Time is money and if you don’t get it, you wastin’ my time (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’ll tell you they love you, they schemin’, cappin’, don’t even mean it (They don’t even mean it)
But I don’t believe it, all of them treeshes, that’s why I just fuck it and leave ’em (Uh-huh)
I just stay loyal to money and music and all of the guys that I be with (The gang)
But back to the real, just bought me a ‘Vette and still ain’t signed to a deal (Skrrt)

Niggas 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 (He poppin’)
So stop all that tough shit, black, you only act off a pill (You only act)
When I hit the bros up, niggas is sober, ready to drill (Grr)
No, I don’t have to, but if I have to, fuck it, I will (I will)
And all of them niggas, you see me with then (Uh-huh), you see me with still (You see me with still)

[Bridge]
The queen of my city (Huh?)
I am a big deal (Brooklyn)
It’s RedLyfe for life
But I fuck with the ‘Rips still (Huh?)
Glock on my hip still (Okay)
But when it come to this rap shit
I let my pen spill (Mhm)
They know I been ill (Mhm)

[Verse 2]
Hop in the V’s, pockets on G’s, I’m still good in the P’s (I’m still good)
Run up a dice game, who got the bank? I’m bettin’ twenty the least (Let me bet it)
Told her to slide, her hand on my thigh, she feel the brick in my jeans (Ooh)
Tell her uh-uh, mama, don’t try, I got the stick in my jeans (No, no)
Somebody BM hittin’ my DM, I had to leave her on seen (I had to leave her)
And she not a regular bitch, but that don’t mean nothin’ to me (That don’t mean nothin’)
But if you talkin’ ’bout money, then fuck it, ’cause that mean somethin’ to me (Uh-huh, uh)
You gotta get to the bag fuckin’ with me, fuck do you mean? (Fuck do you mean?)
Hop on a plane, out with the gang, we in Atlanta, slide (Skrrt, skrrt)
I hit up one of my hoes when I land, tell her to meet me at Hide (Come meet me)

Foreign cars, big black trucks, we got them hammers inside (Grr)
And all of my niggas on timin’ (Grr)
Pussy, just know that we got it (Grr)
Them niggas was tryin’ to rob me
My shooter, he cocked it and popped it (Grr, baow)
Niggas don’t know my body (Grrr, baow)
Who you thought you was linin’? (Yo)
My guys leave you unconscious, dummy
That’s not a threat, that’s a promise (That’s not a threat)
You see M.A in that foreign (Uh-huh)
Just know it’s some niggas behind it (Uh-huh)
And it’s some hitters beside it (Uh-huh)
And it’s some hitters in front (Uh-huh)
And they poled up, clip on donut
Big drum, ready to dump (Grr, grr, grr)
I swear this not what you want
Ten rounds, man down, fuck it, it’s up (It’s up)
I ain’t even see what happened (I ain’t even see)
I’m just sippin’ my cup (I don’t even know)
Y’all be beggin’ these hoes, whenever I see ’em, they ready to fuck (They be ready)
You can ask Marc if I’m cappin’ (Facts)
I told that nigga it’s magic (Facts)
Bringin’ them racks in, I’m about action, ain’t no chillin’, relaxin’ (None of that)
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 (I hate that shit)
No time to play, can’t cuff no chick, they all distractions (I hate that shit)
Never goin’ broke or backwards, If I did it, I did what I had to (I did it)
I just got back in my bag too (Uh-huh)
Just put a half a mil’ in my stash too (Let’s get it)

[Outro]
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout?
Gettin’ money respectfully
Niggas try to say, “Yo, ayy, 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
Niggas 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

Written by; Young M.A
Album/EP; Off the Yak

Young M.A Off the Yak Lyrics