yuck! Lyrics

Hey Armaan, am I invited?

If dey catch his ass, betcha dat it's"free 'em"

And he think he gang, cuddy tryna be us

Fuckin' up ya bag, smoked ya half-a-p up

Not gone cuff no nat, all dese lil' hoes be yuck!

FN bullets in ya back, soak ya lil' white tee up

Perc hit my stomach fast, I'm kickin' back like Fifa

Beat da lil' hoe back in, den throw dat piece up

Brodie got some gas pack in, blowin' down reefer

He step out of line, let that tool tweak 'em

Said dey last goodbyes, and ain't give you a reason

I can't fuck with dese niggas, they change up like the seasons

Off da shrooms, I geek up, wakin' up all my demons

If dey catch his ass, betcha dat it's"free 'em"

And he think he gang, cuddy tryna be us

Fuckin' up ya bag, smoked ya half-a-p up

Not gone cuff no nat, all dese lil' hoes be yuck!

FN bullets in ya back, soak ya lil' white tee up

Perc hit my stomach fast, I'm kickin' back like Fifa

Beat da lil' hoe back in, den throw dat piece up

Brodie got some gas pack in, blowin' down reefer

(frrr frrr)

Blowin' dat gas pack

Big ass choppa in my draws

Getcha ass whacked!

Fuck I look like trustin' one of dese niggas

Know dey ass cap

Ain't never scared to press up on dese bitches

Got belt to ass stats

Thick gym hoe

Fucking on her cuz dat ass fat

Left him at his lowest, den dat nigga got on

Dey brought dey ass back

Any song dat I got on with him, nigga gone and trash dat

I can't right no wrong, I won't condone a stabbed back

If dey catch his ass, betcha dat it's"free 'em"

And he think he gang, cuddy tryna be us

Fuckin' up ya bag, smoked ya half-a-p up

Not gone cuff no nat, all dese lil' hoes be yuck!

FN bullets in ya back, soak ya lil' white tee up

Perc hit my stomach fast, I'm kickin' back like Fifa

Beat da lil' hoe back in, den throw dat piece up

Brodie got some gas pack in, blowin' down reefer