B-n-M

[Verse 1: Youngin] B-n-M we the best duo And we stomping in this bitch like a sumo Wrestler, yes sir, the Heckler & Koch Is laying next to the Tec that's on the dresser He'll be the back catcher, so I'll play pitcher Together we gon' take these players out of the game now go figure Or Ghost will be the bullet, and Youngin is the trigger The beat is so bananas and I'm a Gorilla And yous'e a hoe nigga, hater B-n-M, brothers from another, crocodile, alligator See yous'e a fucking saver, and I'm a fucking player Got hoes from here to Japan, Geisha Sweep 'em up, then throw 'em in the trash I got first, only thing I'm going after is the cash And I'm starving there's nothing on my dinner table So if you heard I ate a rapper it was not a fable, Youngin [Hook: Youngin] Youngin and Ghost Payne we ready for combat The greatest plus the best equals no contest Since we entered the game niggas ain't rapping the same Ay Ghost Payne, tell these muhfuckas the name my nigga [Ghost Payne] B-n-M, B-n-M, B-n-M [Youngin] What [Ghost Payne] B-n-M, B-n-M [Youngin] ay, ay tell them again my nigga [Ghost Payne] B-n-M, B-n-M, B-n-M [Youngin] what [Ghost Payne] B-n-M, B-n-M [Both Together] B-n-M Bitch [Verse 2: Ghost Payne] One finger from deuces, fuck y'all, pay me Before my time, Ghost flow, you gots to play me Who better, excuse you, fuck is you saying I just picked my pill I'm entering the matrix I'm the greatest Naziyah that's word to my baby The rest of the game just actors, Martin Scorsese Yeah I hear them niggas talking "that nigga be crazy" Same ones saying they can afford to feed my lil' lady Y'all niggas dinner menu I'm biscuits and gravy I done came a long way from busting that .380 Now I murder 808's and re-create with greaties I ain't never forgot where i done came from I ain't no Brady Even though I did get that becky from Marsha The white girl that I be pumping have 'em Marvin the Martian Now I'm back to Earth, exiting Apollo On my Rocky shit telling Adrian to dodge them potholes [Hook] [Verse 3: Youngin] I know I'm 'bout to ruffle feathers Of them bird ass rappers that ain't got it together Whatever, like Pimp C said mane "if the shoe fits nigga then get out the game" You turning me off, but I ain't Keri Hilson I would cut on the radio but it hurts to listen I'm gaining momentum, yeah my name is buzzing But my train is underground like Harriet Tubmans This is my building, you just a trash chute And I'm on the roof, John Wilkes Boothe Sheesh, Rewind go 'head and google that I told you I'm the best and now I'm proving that Chauffeur in front, roof in the back Radio off, cause you cannot rap Yeah, the flow is so automatic It's laid back cause the swag is on autopilot [Hook}