[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}