Yikes

[Intro] What, what! Y'all scared, OK! [Verse 1] We got shows reserved I speak with a force like spoke word While I'm chokin' herb The heavy black skillet Cook up beef until I stack like Illage Mike. You don't wanna test my sales I'm on a rampage, when you act chill I deal Snakes send text threats to my cell Fuck 'em, I reply back L-O-L I give blunt c-sections, twist green Get drunk all night and act sixteen Livin' like there's no tomorrow Happy I no longer have to owe and borrow It's bizarre though, cats act funny When a brotha get a minute piece of rap money If that lil' check got dudes upset You gonna be real sick when I do my set Mah'fuckas [Hook] Y'all scared Be aware (Yikes!) The Boogieman's her Y'all scarred(Yikes!) [Verse 2:] Yeah, alright I'll make your side bleed I'll get you hurt I move with more jerks than a five-speed Rollin, pockets bulgin' Cops roll blocks can't stop the chosen (Nah) Bars stay hot but the rocks are frozen (Yep) Cats hate me for the spot I'm holdin', Fuck 'em They wanna put holes in the top cat And pop big shit till they get popped at This is NOT rap. It's warnin' Green-card wack emcees who talk foreign And leave bars, never cross paths with us The chain is out but the mag is tucked Dirty hoes wanna take baths with us Let me cum in her throat then drop the soap These punchlines are not for jokes I puff that green shit, Rasta smoke And y'all scared