Young M.A Lyrics
"Off the Yak"

Niggas told me get on that drill shit
I said, "Aight respectfully"

I'm off the Yak, got a lot on my mind (lot on my mind)
Time is money and if you don't get it, you wastin' my time (wastin' time)
After I fuck, she tryna cuff, bitch you out of line (get outta 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 (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
I just stay loyal to money and music and all 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
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
You see me with still (you see me with still)

The queen of my city (huh?)
I am a big deal (Brooklyn)
It's Redlyfe for lyfe
But I fuck with the rips still (huh?)
Glock on my hips still (okay)
But when it come to this rap shit
I let my pen spill (mhm)
They know I've been ill (mhm)

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 (let me bet it)
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 (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
You gotta get to the bag fuckin' with me, fuck do you mean? (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 (come meet me)
Foreign cars, big black trucks, we got them hammers inside
And all of my niggas on timin', pussy, just know that we got it
Them niggas was tryin' to rob me, my shooter he cocked it and popped it
Niggas don't know my body, 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, just know it's some niggas behind it (uh huh, uh huh)
And it's some hittas beside it and it's some hittas in front (uh huh, uh huh)
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 (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', I told that nigga it's magic (facts, facts)
Bringin' them racks in, I'm about action, ain't no chill and 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, just put a half a mil' in my stash too (mhm)

(Let's get it) Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Gettin' money respectfully
Niggas try to say, "Yo ay 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