Intro: Check It, things have changed nigga It's Yatta, just do it one time for the...... But yo! Verse: I often blame my treachterous feeling, left to concealing// My bad side is less than appealing// Or so I thought bad girls love it, whether I'm dealing// With sweet kisses like it's Jessica Simpson// A public affair, around each nothing compares// To the comfortablility of knowing that you need, nothing but air// They call me selfish, soul black as the whole back on the coal miner// Suppose I'm a, product of failed paths, but then the goals find you// Then you unfold finer, definition in your tango// Let me grab this mango, you know how the saying go// Paitence is a virtue, except through minds of lifted addicts// Forming addiction out of their little habits// I'm guilty as charged for the crack music// Who's back with new raps, Yatta, oh nigga true that// A list of old contact in my new jack// All up on the tip of my dick, you know she blew that// Chorus: They always telling me I got to bring the same// But you got to let them know, homie things have changed// Tavi things have changed, Nash things have changed// But you got to let them know, homie things have changed//

Intro: You already know its Yatta baby// Yatta Verse: Running for a dream, give it all to the chase// Shorty so bad, little strong for the taste// Whole time, been ready, don't belong in the place// Goddamn here we go, threw the thong in my face// Threw the thong in my face// 2x Younging on wax, and I already place// In the first from you wack cats, PAUSE! what I make// Is all for the cake, and a larger estate// Woah! for the ones in the projects// Niggas know money is the object// That make the world go round, and your girl go down// Let the boy go round, off of prospect// Now I'm chilling out in Soho// Shawn Kronez, Primal, this the promo// Good in each state, even though a nigga dolo// Hollywood broads for the kid that's a no no// Yatta on his shit better act right, get a nigga stuck like a crack pipe// All this damn time, I would call his mans blind, now I'm falling I win line cause my raps tight/ Last night I was twisted off them rum shot// Think I'm in a marathon I run blocks// Think I'm in a marathon I run blocks// Now she want to bang like a gunshot// But all I really want is a keeper// Shawty got me sick like a fever// While I'm plotting on the bills like schemer// But everybody telling me to leave her// Alone, the homie Kronez gone blaze it final// But for now I'm a pass off to my nigga Primal// Chours: You can't fuck with the boys// You can't fuck with the boys// But you stuck with the boy// I'm telling you, you can't fuck with the boys// For the bucks and the toys// You can't fuck with the boys// You can't fuck with the boys Primal Verse: I'm about sipping that Yak, flipping them packs, killing these tracks// No time to relax, no respect for the slack// I'm moving, moving, moving on up// From the east side of Flatbush, where the Haitians hustle that crack boy// Brooklyn made me, Jersey Raised me// Dream chase before my liquor straight// But you cant get on my level, you ain't touching none of my boys either// And if so, then you getting ethered// That sneak preview, that flammable substance, that heat we bringing hold up// Fuck with my boys// High in orbit asteroid// Beef on broil, that plot you could never spoil// Rotten to the core, are you ready for the war// Yeah we got them wanting more// Secure my success and everything's ensured// My pen is sharper than your sword, rolling with my pack of wolves// Your livelihood is on the line, when push come to shove I'm getting mine// Steady trying to reach my prime, you earn your shade I earn my shine// Can't confine, I must align with real motherfuckers on they grind// We striving for the greatness you just wasting time// Uh, hold up, fu-fu -fuck with the boyz!// Chors: Shawn Kronez Verse: I step up in this bitch talking fly shit// Always talking money cause I stay up on that grind shit// I ain't really tripping cause I'm moving with my crime clique// Y'all ain't in these streets, y'all be hiding like Sadam bitch!// Straigh up out the BX, so that mean that we next// Pull up in your hood, with them goons, in the Pirus// I ain't with that fake beef, I can show y'all niggas where that cake be// If y'all really want it y'all get found where them lakes be// Half of y'all be fake see, moving with them snakes B// Hit you with the Smif-N now you snitching to them jakes B// I'm all about that dollar yo, I'm with my nigga Yatta though// My neck is sub zero, but my bars is on the lava flow// If we talking money, hope we dealing we some commas though// My young niggas hungry, eating shit up like piranhas though// When I speak, niggas listen, something like Obama yo// Haha, I said I'm something like a bomber yo//

Yatta Intro: Aww man this shit crazy Sully... This remind me of that party I went to a while ago. She was like "Oh we got them feel good smilely faces over here baby oooow" (Laughs)... That shit got me fucked up.... it's Yatta Yatta Veres: Shit is banging like a 4-5, cause we more live// When the doors slide open for boys wide// Trying to take her to my spot and get her more high// Fuck that penetration when the boy drive// Into that into wet and juicy, extra booty, model diva// Yat'll tease her, give her forward strokes and then rewind procedure// About that cash flow, mad dough for brash flow// If you ain't know about the click well now your ass know// Last show, I had the club rocking on that popping vibe// So what the fuck I got to stunt for , stop it five// Them singing niggas, throwing shots at I,not surprised// You still listed on that rookie card, weed in the cookie jar// Talking about big well bitch I'm tookie large// Instead of stepping to the team, you should took the loss// That be Sully homie,that be Spicy baby// For them tricks that barely spoke I just entice them lately// Just get inside them crazy, funny ones that tried to play me// They ain't never trying to leave Got her rolling off them stars, percocets, and bars// She be tripping, we be sipping, now we kicking it and aw// (We gone get the this money niggas)2x Got her sipping on that hen, vodka and that gin// Rolling off the mollies, wildly let that shit begin// (We gone get the this money niggas)2x B Sully Verse: Quit talking let's make moves. Right now let's think this through. By now she's wired up I'm tired of this family feud. Spark up inhale the fumes No worries no disputes. I'm sure we all have dreams that never seem to get pursed. To the world I don't exist. Unheard but still the shit. Pee you wouldn't wanna be you everything that we do comes with a twist. Like Oliver bad bitch so I gotta polish her with nice things and fresh cloths I get home and demolish her. 1 for the money 2 for the hoes Who came back stage and forgot to wear cloth. Three for my DJ spinning this jam we finna get shit we Finna go ham showing up with her man but her man too bland fuck with b sully every chance you can. Bout to ball out on these bitches like slam boss in the house call the homie Mcmahon. Kick back Rolling up a gram Plan to start a riot with some crazy ass friends. Parents act afraid of the message I send cause I party till pass out drink till I'm dead. Whats next high on stage to get the crowd going off of every song played. Put your hands up for the district if you with this shit boy get money all day