Yikes

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Yikes

I think we gon' call this yikes

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' payed

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, amazing

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 (whoo)

And I know that's gotta hurt (whoo)

I should get commission, way I put you in a hearse (ay)

Hope I've been forgiven, been a minute since the church (ay)

I been dunkin' ushers, there'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

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 but 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 stuffing

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)