Yikes

[Intro: KOI] Oh, yeah Oh, yeah Yikes I think we gonna call this "Yikes" [Verse 1: KOI] A hundred percent Of my time has been spent On my grind, I pretend That I'm fine 'cause I win Every time, but within I be lyin', I be cryin' I be tryin', Yes I be Life be tryin', tryin' me I be spyin', I can see There's a tiny side of me That can't help but be afraid I'm not used to bein' paid I'm not used to bein' saved I'm just used to making do with all the truth that I've been played with Made it from the slave ships to A-list amazin' Came from the basement You claim streets But I pave them with patience Occasional apeshit Stay from the AK But they pay to kill another 8K For eight day of work (Woo) And I know that's gotta hurt (Woo) I should get commission Way I put you in a hearse, ay Hope I am forgiven Been a minute since the church, ay I been dunkin' ushers It's no limit to my worth, ay Never went to college But my knowledge is in first place The worst case for you Attaboy, we know Black boy cheat code Know the cops are watching like my product is illegal It's all about the timing I already lined the sequel with a sequel And it's equal just to prove that we ain't equal I ain't evil just Knievel with the way I stunt Nigga, you don't want the smoke (Damn, that came out blunt) But I mean it I got a whole new demeanor R.I.P. Tommy But me and my girl the Martin and Gina Part of the reason these niggas don't say, "What up?" when they see us Cause we a grievous, egregious They need us, a genius Nobody competin', nigga [Verse 2: TJW] Icon status, something like I'm Jaden But my Smith a lil' more like Wesson Took your boo straight to the Westin Claim that shit like Old West Texans Don't pick up, make shorty text it You want beef, you can't digest it This Tyrannosaurus rex'll make you freeze When you in public I would rather not discuss it I might pull up on your cousin Turn his Stussy to some stuffin' Prove you're soft as a McMuffin Drop down on you like Miss Muffet Shoot you right up off your tuffet Lilly made this shit the toughest Money dance like Warren Buffett Strut right up and dunk a ducat Call my bank a KFC 'Cause I get money by the bucket It's my destiny to pop, bitch You're my child, LeToya Luckett This my motherfuckin' house I have it out, no need to tuck it I am not nothing to fuck with Bring the motherfuckin' ruckus I might air this whole saloon out Rated to the way I buss it Microchip your fiancée Like orange soda, I might Crush it If you really want the smoke I'll turn to Wolsey, homie, trust it Yeah