Yikes

[Intro] Don't ever fuckin' play with me Y'all bitches know, y'all niggas know I'm the fuckin' king You ho bitches know, you dirty bum niggas know (Dices on a beat) Got the strings on 'em [Verse 1] Woke up, to price these songs up I just hit 'em with the love album, call my folks up Somebody 'bout to get poked up, to call my culture All that talkin' out your neck, might just get your throat cut This a Mack truck, not a blue truck When we move, tell 'em, "Back up" click click, clack, duck Hella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up All you bitches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uh [Chorus] Yikes, I play tag and I it for life Yikes, I'm a clown and do it for life Yikes, yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like Yikes, what's the hype? This is somethin' light Yikes, out of town on consistent flights Yikes, it's late, but it's not at night Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right [Verse 2] Yeah, I keep two nines, yeah You see my face all over that Christian design, yeah Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up gang signs, yeah You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah Yeah, I keep two dimes Walk up to a bad bitch, be like, "I think you fine," yeah I don't play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah 'Bout to get fucked up on margarita with two limes, yeah Ooh, I've been the same, ain't shit changed, this ain't nothin' new That pretty frame, diamond chain, what the fuck it do? Yo, clear the way, it's some bad bitches comin' through I give two C's like the letters that are on my shoes [Chorus] Yikes, I play tag and you it for life Yikes, I'm a clown, you do it for life Yikes, yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like Yikes, what's the hype? This is somethin' light Yikes, out of town on consistent flights Yikes, it's late, but it's not at night Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right [Outro] Bag talk, but ain't got no mouth with money Bag talk, hmm It's quiet, ain't no back talk Quiet, ain't no back talk