Yikes

Don't ever fuckin' play with me

Y'all **** know, y'all bitches know I'm the fucking queen

You hoe bitches know, you dirty bum bitches know

Got the strings on 'em

Woke up, the price of coke up

I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up

Somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck

All that talkin' out your neck, might just get your throat cut

This a Makk truck, not a black 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

Yikes, I play tag, and you it for life

Yikes, you a clown, you do it for likes

Yikes, yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite

Grip it right, he be like

Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light

Yikes, outta town on consistent flights

Yikes, work hard, this a different white

Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right

Yeah, I keep two nines, yeah

You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah

Soon as **** press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah

You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah

Uh, I keep two dimes, yeah

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 F's, like the letters that are on my shoe

Yikes, I play tag, and you it for life

Yikes, you a clown, you do it for likes

Yikes, yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite

Grip it right, he be like

Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light

Yikes, outta town on consistent flights

Yikes, work hard, this a different white

Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right

Bag talk, but ain't got no mouth when money

Bag talk, hmm

It's quiet, ain't no back talk

Quiet, ain't no back talk