Yikes (Remix)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj] Don't ever fuckin’ play with me Y'all niggas know, y'all bitches know I’m the fucking queen You ho bitches know, you dirty bum bitches know (Grrr) Pooh, you a fool for this one Drop the strings on 'em [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] Woke up, the price of coke up (Woo, woo) I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up (Folks) Somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (Tow) All that talkin' out your neck, might just get your throat cut (Ooh, ooh) This a Makk truck, not a black truck (Woo) 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: Nicki Minaj] Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life) Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bitе Grip it right, he be like (Woo) Yikеs, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White) Get your life, you bitches ain’t livin’ right (Woo) [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] Yeah (Sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (Sheesh) You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah Uh (Woo, woo), I keep two dimes, yeah (Woo, woo) 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 [Verse 3: DaBaby] Close to my enemies (Let's go) I need better energy (Huh?) When I told you fuck you, you thought I was playin', huh? (Yeah, yeah) But I meant the shit literally She want to vibe but I told her fuck that (Nope) She looking at me like she surprised They’re packin' the post and I'm home alone When the box hit the door, they go for 35 I try to put on for my partners, they turn into enemies right before a nigga eye You reach for a shake, I'ma hold out a fist Giving a nigga a quarter pound without the fries I just went double platinum with no features Just to show a nigga I don't really need him Pass a man a plate and he can make it shake It's guaranteed he'll fold and bite the hand that feed him And I know you think that I ain't see it And I know you bitch ain't got a car Don't make me go and buy a bitch a lil' Prius Fuck on the camera, we can call it even Friends are like the autumn, every year they leavin' And I'ma rake 'em in a pile, throw 'em in a bag Tie them bitches up and leave 'em 'Cause most of these niggas are deceiving And I (Ooh) [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life) Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like (Woo) Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White) Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Ooh) [Outro: Nicki Minaj] Bag talk But ain't got no mouth when money bag talk, hmm It's quiet, ain't no back talk (Grrr) Quiet, ain't no back talk