Y.B.T.K. - Screenshots Lyrics

These bitches want put me on blast
I just want a piece of that ass
Goddamn look at that mass
Then I go roll up ma grass

Ima go line up that coke
Yeah I'm boutta go for broke
Roll it up sit back take a toke
Hey bitch Are you gunna smoke

Don't really think you all that
I just want that next at bat
Lemme take off ma hat
Damn girl that ass really fat

You really be eyeing me up
I really wanna hitchu up
Make a mess girl I'll clean up
Just as long as I get to f*ck it up

I really ain't got no game
Sit tight girl I'm boutta hit fame
On the outside you lookin real tame
Under covers bitch I hope you ain't lame

But really tho why y'all chattin
How you catch me? Nah never lackin
Got them screenshots? Nah bitch suck cocks
Take shots, send shots, bread to blow on that wristwatch
Bitch watch
Damn girl that body top notch
Oh shit somebody call Baywatch

See I'm unsurpassed
Ill rap really fast
Or really slow
Keep sleepin on me
Y'all don't know
I'm boutta blow up
Cuz all we do is go for broke
Step to me get smoked
Got that pep in my step
Call me Usain bolt
Watch out ima cut ya throat
It's a hip hop revolt
Comin atcha with like 15 volts
Doors locked shit I don't need no code
Headed down this road
It's just me and my woes
While I try to upload
My entire work load
Boutta unload
This whole truckload
Got this shit built up
I'm boutta implode
Into a manic episode
Cause f*ck that
I'm in beast mode
And it's my time
Takin what's mine
At the crossroads
To the left to the right
Got success in my sights
Said f*ck the frights
F*ck the fears
Ima be man of the
Man of forever
All I can do is get better
I finally got my life on track
And I ain't neva goin back
Game of life is hard
But I found some hacks
Subtract the bullshit
Add the good shit
Do it all quick
Before you start to lose it
Anything can be yours
You just have to choose it
We all got potential
Some choose to use it
Fill up ya schedule
It's called No Days Off
Bite down work hard
Let em know you ain't soft
Tired of payin top dolla
Just to rent out a loft
Ain't no bitch wanna holla
When you don't got a lotta shit
Ima just tryna get hella lit
Flyin out to Cali
Smokin Maui Wowie
Sowey Dowey
Purple haze got me in a daze
Goin to my brain
So I don't feel insane
You know I smoke that green
So I don't feel the pain
Dream of me and my team
Flyin private planes

Once I make it in the game
Call me the golden goat
YBTK in this bitch
Come around with the bank note
Flow be sicker then strep throat
Ya shit be tankin call a life boat

UCV GANG better remember the name
Takin all the fortune sayin f*ck the fame
They talkin shit? Who the f*ck is that lame
1 diss track we'll put ya name to shame

YBTK better remember the name
Takin all the fortune sayin f*ck the fame
He talkin shit? Who the f*ck is that lame
1 diss track I'll put ya name to shame