Yuck!

[Intro]

Yuck daddy

Yuck daddy

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]

Uh, cut the top off, call it Amber Rose

Just bought a big body, time to paint the toes

Known to act a donkey on the camel-toe

Then take the camel-toe and turn it into casserole

2 Chainz, talking on the FLX phone

Poof, just like that the whole check gone

Former Posturepedic I was slept on

So many chains on, it look like my neck gone

My girl came through and brought an extra body

Now that's an after party for the after party

Two-gun gang, all-black Ferrari

His and her Armani, put it in her tummy

And yeah, the bread good if the head good

Before Benihana's it was canned goods

Before canned goods it was Similac

I'm from where they send shots, then we send 'em back

A half a million dollars worth of crack money

Wrap your parents up, now you got a black mommy

Yeah, I did it, true to my religion

Two guns on me, both with extensions

If you on the pole, play your position

I got enough dough to pay your tuition

Corduroy Trues, with the skull cap

I just woke up, tell me where the drugs at

And after the drugs, where the girls at

And after the girls, where the love at

And if it ain't no love, I'm like fuck that

Nigga, I'm so dope, you could catch a fucking contact

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Good weed, bad bitch

Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt

Whoa, I seen it all before

The bitch got a man, but she scheming on the low, how it go?

It go, fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas

My homies got the blickers, automatics, no clickers

Hah, codeine, no liquor

Man, life is a bitch, mine is a gold digger

I'm fucked, let's fuck

She said she on her period, I said "Yuck"

I called another bopper, I beat it like a copper

Two big chains, one big chopper, bitch

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

Yeah, I got the chopper for the correspondents

The codeine got me standing horizontal

I had enough of the broken promises

So I'm in a room full of Pocahontases

And this shit is off the meat rack

Weed sack, big car, laying with my seat back

We next, we ain't never left, hollerin' we back

All this ice on me, and my niggas playing freeze tag

Lord, forgive me, this my fourth foreign

If your baby daddy lame, you should forewarn him

I come through with the yopper on

Turn that nigga into hot bologna

I'm the type a nigga cop a Rollie, cop a Benz, cop a tool

Then wear it all to church, nigga, halleluj'

Uh, I'm from the trap where the block'll pay you

Me and my nigga pass your ho like a hot potato

I be like, "You could get her", he be like, "You could get her"

I be like, "You could have her", he be like, "You could have her"

He be like, "It don't matter", I be like, "Me neither"

Uh, my old school got twenty-sixes on it

And I got you girl kissing on me, mwah!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Good weed, bad bitch

Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt

Whoa, I seen it all before

The bitch got a man, but she scheming on the low, how it go?

It go, fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas

My homies got the blickers, automatics, no clickers

Hah, codeine, no liquor

Man, life is a bitch, mine is a gold digger

I'm fucked, let's fuck

She said she on her period, I said "Yuck"

I called another bopper, I beat it like a copper

Two big chains, one big chopper, bitch

[Outro: Lil Wayne]

Yuck daddy, yuck

Yuck daddy, yuck

Yuck-yuck-yuck daddy

Two big chains, one big chopper

Two big chains, one-one big chopper

Two-two big chains, one-one big chopper

Two big chains, one big chopper, bitch