"Ransom" lyrics
(feat. Big Yavo)
[FattMack:]
I'm tryna to stay In my bag, runnin' up fast
Shit on my Ex-ho, shoot right past her
Trim as a bitch, was probably laughin' at me
Thick bitch she go to South Alabama
I ain't wanna smash her, I ain't have a mat home
I ain't romantic, don't light up no candle
Play with Lil' Tali, these hoes is for ransom
Young nigga preach to the streets like a pastor
Meetin' with the label, I shoot to Atlanta like, "I need that bag if I sign like Santa"
I met a bitch in the clutch, she a dancer
Took the bitch, home, and I clapped her
I had got kicked out of school, caught clutchin' a ratchet
A fuck nigga swingin', I'm blastin'
This shit I did in a year, you wouldn't even imagine
My life like a movie, lights, camera action
I fuck her good, pop a yerk and I'm lastin'
Even If I'm outside, I'm on point, I ain't lackin'
I had to run this shit up all alone, 'cause if I fall, who the fuck gon' catch me?
Play with Key Money, and Yav', I'm crashin'
Might pull out a 50 today, I'm flashin'
I know some freak hoes, stressin' that they classy
I wear my shirt, but my path alabastin'
I really pull up to the bank in a Maybach, nigga
I'm like the needle In the haystack, nigga
If you ain't gang, I'll take that nigga
He reach for a chain, I'ma face that nigga
Flexin' on bitches that did me wrong
Hatin' ass nigga a wanna see me gone?
Hittin' my phone, I was gone on the road
I told her, "bae, I can't see you today"
I don't perform, with no switches on stage
Way before the deal, I was already paid
Way 'fore, we start shootin', we was handing out fade
Me and your bitch got connection like cable
I fuck her good, and I fuck with the latest
It's crazy how I turn the tables
Slide down these blocks and they don't like the paces
Know that I'm one of the ones, I embrace this nigga
I'm tryna to stay In my bag, runnin' up fast
Shit on my Ex-ho, shoot right past her
Trim as a bitch, was probably laughin' at me
Thick bitch she go to South Alabama
I ain't wanna smash her, I ain't have a mat home
I ain't romantic, don't light up no candle
Play with Lil' Tali, these hoes is for ransom
Young nigga preach to the streets like a pastor
[Big Yavo:]
Stay in your bag, you can't let no folks play with you
When you in beef, then that switch gotta stay with you
Just got in the game and that bitch got on Daisy Dukes
What that mean though? Big Yavo finna fuck it up
Designer on my frame, who the fuck finna knuckle up?
Switch on the back, no belt, better buckle up
No wine, we toast up with double cups
I start feelin' down, they probably touchin' up
Ayy, nigga been tryna hold me for ransom
I'm tryna run up some millions and some more
Try to give me a brain like a Scantron
They play foul, still scored that's apart of me
Bullets baldhead like Charlie B
Them folks slept on me, yeah, they caught some Z's
Got a meetin' with the plug overseas
Your hand up, can't look over me
Go up in that head, that's how it's pose to be
Got that fye, you get too close to me
I mean, lost, they used to be pokin' me
That drank make they shoulder lean
Ayy, came from nothin', now a young nigga havin'
Try what I drop, can't play like Mads
Yeah, she classy, but shawty get nasty
Break the bows down just like a fraction
Put it on like it fly, it's Aladdin
Just say you broke, don't say you taxin'
Ain't gotta pull out no phone, diamonds flexin'
Feel like soon as I got on, man, them folks start askin'
Covered in ice, you would think I'm Alaskan
Drank on my ass, got me slow as molasses
Down-bad on my dick back at granny house, I ain't have a mattress
I was broke, now I'm up, just chill, they can have you
[FattMack:]
I'm tryna to stay In my bag, runnin' up fast
Shit on my Ex-ho, shoot right past her
Trim as a bitch, was probably laughin' at me
Thick bitch she go to South Alabama
I ain't wanna smash her, I ain't have a mat home
I ain't romantic, don't light up no candle
Play with Lil' Tali, these hoes is for ransom
Young nigga preach to the streets like a pastor
I'm tryna to stay In my bag, runnin' up fast
Shit on my Ex-ho, shoot right past her
Trim as a bitch, was probably laughin' at me
Thick bitch she go to South Alabama
I ain't wanna smash her, I ain't have a mat home
I ain't romantic, don't light up no candle
Play with Lil' Tali, these hoes is for ransom
Young nigga preach to the streets like a pastor
Meetin' with the label, I shoot to Atlanta like, "I need that bag if I sign like Santa"
I met a bitch in the clutch, she a dancer
Took the bitch, home, and I clapped her
I had got kicked out of school, caught clutchin' a ratchet
A fuck nigga swingin', I'm blastin'
This shit I did in a year, you wouldn't even imagine
My life like a movie, lights, camera action
I fuck her good, pop a yerk and I'm lastin'
Even If I'm outside, I'm on point, I ain't lackin'
I had to run this shit up all alone, 'cause if I fall, who the fuck gon' catch me?
Play with Key Money, and Yav', I'm crashin'
Might pull out a 50 today, I'm flashin'
I know some freak hoes, stressin' that they classy
I wear my shirt, but my path alabastin'
I really pull up to the bank in a Maybach, nigga
I'm like the needle In the haystack, nigga
If you ain't gang, I'll take that nigga
He reach for a chain, I'ma face that nigga
Flexin' on bitches that did me wrong
Hatin' ass nigga a wanna see me gone?
Hittin' my phone, I was gone on the road
I told her, "bae, I can't see you today"
I don't perform, with no switches on stage
Way before the deal, I was already paid
Way 'fore, we start shootin', we was handing out fade
Me and your bitch got connection like cable
I fuck her good, and I fuck with the latest
It's crazy how I turn the tables
Slide down these blocks and they don't like the paces
Know that I'm one of the ones, I embrace this nigga
I'm tryna to stay In my bag, runnin' up fast
Shit on my Ex-ho, shoot right past her
Trim as a bitch, was probably laughin' at me
Thick bitch she go to South Alabama
I ain't wanna smash her, I ain't have a mat home
I ain't romantic, don't light up no candle
Play with Lil' Tali, these hoes is for ransom
Young nigga preach to the streets like a pastor
[Big Yavo:]
Stay in your bag, you can't let no folks play with you
When you in beef, then that switch gotta stay with you
Just got in the game and that bitch got on Daisy Dukes
What that mean though? Big Yavo finna fuck it up
Designer on my frame, who the fuck finna knuckle up?
Switch on the back, no belt, better buckle up
No wine, we toast up with double cups
I start feelin' down, they probably touchin' up
Ayy, nigga been tryna hold me for ransom
I'm tryna run up some millions and some more
Try to give me a brain like a Scantron
They play foul, still scored that's apart of me
Bullets baldhead like Charlie B
Them folks slept on me, yeah, they caught some Z's
Got a meetin' with the plug overseas
Your hand up, can't look over me
Go up in that head, that's how it's pose to be
Got that fye, you get too close to me
I mean, lost, they used to be pokin' me
That drank make they shoulder lean
Ayy, came from nothin', now a young nigga havin'
Try what I drop, can't play like Mads
Yeah, she classy, but shawty get nasty
Break the bows down just like a fraction
Put it on like it fly, it's Aladdin
Just say you broke, don't say you taxin'
Ain't gotta pull out no phone, diamonds flexin'
Feel like soon as I got on, man, them folks start askin'
Covered in ice, you would think I'm Alaskan
Drank on my ass, got me slow as molasses
Down-bad on my dick back at granny house, I ain't have a mattress
I was broke, now I'm up, just chill, they can have you
[FattMack:]
I'm tryna to stay In my bag, runnin' up fast
Shit on my Ex-ho, shoot right past her
Trim as a bitch, was probably laughin' at me
Thick bitch she go to South Alabama
I ain't wanna smash her, I ain't have a mat home
I ain't romantic, don't light up no candle
Play with Lil' Tali, these hoes is for ransom
Young nigga preach to the streets like a pastor
