Yucky Lyrics

How the fuck my day ones turned to custies

Hella pounds up in the trunk, got the car smelling musty

Got one shot up in the head, just in case they tryna touch me

Seven pounds in the bag, guess I'm feeling really lucky

Got the bag coming in really sticky, feeling yucky

Better off smoking Reggie than finding a bitch who love me

I just need somebody who's gon' be right there before me

When the police get involved, you better not give no stories

Yeah, he feel like everybody cut him off since he left

Yeah, he call my phone first before he ask his fam for bread

Yeah, he feeling sick as shit, yeah, he needs to hit some fent

Yeah, he feeling broke as shit, yeah, he needs to pay his rent

I'm just tryna put people back up on their feet

Man, I need this shit right now, I cannot wait a week

And I keep taking these meds, done fucked up my speech

And your bag came with seeds, that's for being cheap

If this shit don't work out, then it's back to selling nicks

I met the plug when I was a kid

You wanna go get rich, then you better go take that fucking risk

When the police stopped me, I had to stash the pills up in my kicks

You ever went and hit a lick and shit went wrong, you ain't get shit

Watch when you say my name, I feel like I'm on the watch list

I know couple dummies that will crash out I just tell them watch this

I know couple dummies that went broke tryna buy chains and watches

I'ma go make fifty thousand dollars watch me go and wash this

Gotta know that silver never ever come alone

And I feel he really sketched the way he sounding on the phone

Number one rule, never ever serve out from your home

Motherfuckers really jealous, out here gotta keep the chrome

I can never ever let a bitch go and do me wrong

Ain't nobody could ever say they went ahead and put me on

Man, fuck the system, free my homies, tell them bring him home

Tell them not to worry, I'ma put us in a spot to put us on

How the fuck my day ones turn to custies

Hella piles up in the trunk, got the car smelling musty

Got one shot up in the head just in case they tryna touch me

Seven pounds in the bag, guess I'm feeling really lucky

Got the bag coming in really sticky, feeling yucky

Better off smoking Reggie than finding a bitch who love me

I just need somebody who's gon' be right there before me

When the police get involved, you better not get no story