It's A DC Thing

[Verse 1: Youngin] These niggas ain't gangstas these niggas pussy And pussy gets fucked and left all gushy And mushy, I'm just a couple inches from the edge And waiting for a nigga to push me My nigga the Ghost he got invisible toast To put a visible hole up in the back of your throat Think it's a game you get plucked and plucked like a feather Hoes run for the MC cause he tougher than leather My typical style lyrically wow on the track Fuck that, throw your guns in the air and bust that Shawty say she got a man and I say what's that The fuck you gon' try to curve me you muskrat Looking like a possum, I'm looking awesome Leave you in the creek, no Dawson Leave you in the one by Aiton, I'm so NorthEast Y'all niggas act hard but softer than ass cheeks [Hook: Youngin] Y'all niggas ain't gangstas y'all niggas fake Fuck where you from nigga fuck what you say It's a DC thing 'til I'm fucking deceased Step up, if you think that you fucking with me I said y'all ain't really gangstas y'all niggas fake Fuck where you from nigga fuck where you stay It's a DC thing 'till I'm fucking deceased Step up, if you think that you fucking with me [Verse 2: Youngin] Look, everything I spit inside the vocal booth are hip-hop quotable's I grip mics then give life To niggas in the life, of struggling and strife I pull out the knife to slice and get right I'm roaming through the night, the microphone killer Sticking niggas to give up the scrilla or meet the thriller The griller, I simmer saute the beat MC's that seek my flow meets defeat My essence is effervescent, speak with intelligence Never hesitant when I represent my residence No fucking with me, when it comes to this rap shit Every single verse that I drop is classic And everything you do it sounds like the last shit You spit last year, and it wasn't a smash then My flow is mastered, I do this bastard The swag is magical, abracadabra, huh [Hook] [Verse 3: Youngin] Fucking with me you catch a beat down, I beat clowns In no more than three rounds either written or freestyle You catch a swift punch to jawbone Rappers are quick lunch when I'm done left on the plate is all bones I'm verbally the most murderous author Cerberus is my mother but the serpents my father, yeah A dirty nigga that'll flirt with a beat As I infect the microphone with my verbal disease Hold up, I make them freeze cause I'm colder than ice And my dick receives more head & shoulders than lice Youngin married to the game nigga throw in the rice Our microphone may be the same but I'm controlling it tight Holding it as tight as I can, and never letting go Until the day I feel somebody has a better flow And that'll never happen, unless you take out both of my lungs And cut out my tongue and I'm forced to stop rapping, pussy [Hook}