(“YMG 2x” Intro) : In the kitchen , you know it’s time to mix !!

I’m back on dat gingerbread shit !!

(Verse) YMG 2x : Loaf said the price going up//

Shit we got it sewed up, like a punching bag//

And imma beat the block up like a punching bag//

Cause i don’t wanna punch a clock, I rather punch a bag //

Ya know?

And every time a nigga roll up//

I got these niggas throwing up, boy I know they mad //

Cause I done already blown up, but they don’t know it yet //

Cause I done ran my bands up, and did the running man //

And you can catch me if you can, I’m the gingerbread//

I’ll have them things flowing through to Lake Michigan//

So what you need ? //

Coke.. weed .. we got heroin//

I’ll have my baby get it to you in a caravan//

Shit if you could get it cheaper, fuck it .. send em in//

Damn, You ain’t the guy, you just the middle man//

And we got doggy bagging up, cut off them ceiling fans

25 we add it up I’m talking kilograms//

And .... ///

I sauce it up and then I do my dance// .. Damn

I made so much just off them pots and pans //

Yams !!! ///

Won’t wash the dishes, but I was my hands//

Just made 200 off the glass, and that was not the plans///

.. And //

If we ain’t in the game we sitting Court side//

YMG the gang , we got mob ties //

Niggas think I’m playing till they corpse fried, //me & dat boy Maz , spin again then that door slide//

Serve a lot of “shhhhh” , who let the dogs out? //

I learned to treat the trap just like a sport now//

I slap that bitch in sport and the exhaust loud //

And I’m blowing loud with a yitcho from across town //

I could never ever put the fork down//

I still go catch the bag out in New York //

I came a long way from taking shorts //

I came a long way from high speeds & kicking doors //

Right at a young age boy I jumped up off that porch //

Pull up on the one way I’m still by that corner store//

And I’m giving out yae’ like a nigga got endorsed//

Shit I’m married to the game and I ain’t tryna get divorced//

She said 2wop where you been at ?.. // I been road running//

Baby girl this that new doe and that old money//

Shit yo baby daddy broke, I’ll let him hold something//

Would put 63 right in his hands but he don’t know nothing//

Bro bluffing !

These dirty pots so keep the stove running///

Shieeeet!

I bag it up and hit the block, just like it stole something//

Won't punch a clock, cause lil woe just called for 4 onions//

We gon’ be alright as long as broski keep them loads coming!

These niggas be starving, They can’t be eating//

We run up the mileage like every weekend//

I still make deposits, I did that recent//

Ounces for a thousand, that’s very decent//

I know you like my style, but lil bitch you reaching//

Niggas playing foul, better play some defense//

I’m not the one to tweak with !!!