But Wait, There's More

Yuh, yuh, yuh

I pay my hoes, my bills, my homage

I never been to college

I sever the head of rappers

I pack the Mac-11

To send you to another dimension

Not to mention I pop the Smith and Wesson

With no second-guessin'

Yo bitch, get to steppin'

Once I get it you ain't gettin' it

Don't want to hear a word out of your mouth

What's up with that pussy, don't doubt me?

I can make it squirt while I skrrt in the Audi

Bitch I'm outie after that

Oddy's after that

Touch your Instagram

Put you on the map

Don't discriminate

Fuck a handicap

No life or death

Don't tell me that bitch

Back in the Golden Days

I was glowing rays

Now I'm soaked in grey from all these fucking growing pains

Keep on throwing shade you'll meet the fuckin shogun's blade

I'm stealing trophies out your trophy case

Fuck the cards I was dealt I got a pokerface to seal an open-base hoe

Fuck an older age though

If life's a book, rip out the last page and roll up a J, hoe

Bitch I'm Yung Plague, no way

Imma a grow fangs

Rip out your throat, ain't saying anything out that hole, mane

Hundred pills, bottles on my motherfucking dresser, mane

Couple lil' models all up in my Twitter mentions, mane

I'm the mane

That'll make a stain out of your fucking brain

Smoking strain off some strange grain that I can't explain

Fuck the fame, fuck these fucking lames

That's why I isolate

Can't relate to none of you motherfuckers

Keep me in my grave

Hold up wait

Ducking in the shade

Shooting up the H

Stuck at Hell's gates with Yung Plague and I'm draped in grey