Major Yung Keeta (Ft. Yurms)

[Chorus]
Yeah I heard they say I couldn't spit, I hopped up in this bitch
When I spent they and their brother rent, I copped a Cullinan
Yeah they heard I say they wouldn't spin, So they try to spin
So we sent they ass home, yeah we sent them to the crib
All my dogs bad to the bone and we chillin' in the V.I.P
Talkin' crazy on yo' phone, get your fuckin' ass ripped
'Cause I'm fly like a drone and I heard your bitch strip
So I'm up and her head game crazy
Yeah my money game amazing
Man I feel just likе I'm famous when I step up and they ragin'
And my whip [?]
Man I ball likе Jayson Tatum
He ain't real gang bangin'
On my team and we gon' trade 'em

[Verse 1: yurms]
I don't fuck with politics, I let the choppa spit
I get crazy, get to fightin', and say what the problem is
They see me chasin', now they follow me
I'ma need new bitch, we not friends lil' bitch stop commenting
Like racks inside my denim
Walkin' him down like Kemba
I said you can't be my side bitch, I think that crazy that you even remember
Yeah how can you hate on the club if you not in the club you not a member
Yeah, they tell me to keep my head down and I did it, I'm done, I'm not doin' forever
They tell me that I couldn't spit, and I did it, I showed them I'm doin' it better