YUCK! ft. Phxntom, callmevince, Trip C, Stakes & 724x Lyrics

Yo

We on big checks

Y'all big cap

Nigga I'm about the money not the chitchat

Swear to God that our pockets on a mismatch

Pull up to the spot, breaking necks like it's whiplash

Nigga that's the truth, only spit facts

Fuck the game up, get the bag, give the bitch back

I ain't never lost at no game, race, or pissmatch

Better get back 'fore I hit you with that click, clack, boom

Hop in the whip and we dipping like zoom

Watch how yo bitch catch my drip when I'm through

You ain't gotta guess that I'm rich

Check the ice on my wrist and I think it's all safe to assume

Watch how I move

Ducking the lames

Tuck, spin, and shoot

If Ghost is Lebron, I'm feeling like Wade

He pass me the rock and I'm serving on niggas

And slamming the hoop

No matter they mad at the kid

I'm talented, black, and I'm rich

Six figures, no debt, and no kids, shit

No wonder they stay pissed, we in the matrix

Y'all looking at Neo, I throw on my shades

Not phased by your hatred

I'm probably a sadist the way that I'm smiling

When snapping on niggas who tested my patience

Y'all should be gracious

I don't fuck with niggas, I ignore them

Might fuck a new bitch outta boredom

How these broke bitches gonna walk a mile

In my shoes when y'all can't afford them

That's facts

That's big flex, y'all big cap

That's big flex, y'all big cap

Hold on

If I keep sipping I think I'ma slip into something, I'm buzzing

Live in the future but back in the past I just did what I want

She yelling daddy when I'm in the back and I feel like I'm Puff

I hear 'em talking, I drop it again and again, it's enough

And she love it

Enter the hallway, I play my cards right, I know they bluffing

They had to dig up Newton from confusion

Of how I had nothing turned it into something

I'm headed country to country

I had to hit up Ghost and tell him to go hit the button

I'm just in love with percussion

My middle finger to the sky while she clapping it up

See you running mothafucka, who gon' save y'all

Never miss a shot, we gon' play ball

Feeling like I'm Neymar JR

Running up the score

Buildin forts high as fuck

Man I'm piling up the dope

Know I got the AR equipped

And I'm quick with the scope

Don't be talking dirty, get that mouth washed, bitch

Hit you in the face with a hundred rockets

Raw clips of the ammo

Feeling like i'm Rambo mixed with Lebron

Feeling like the goat, like the king

Y'all all pawns getting pawned mothafucka

Want beef then its on mothafucka

I'm the wrong mothafucka to fuck with

The choppa got a long dick ready to bust quick

I bust at

Any competition, they wishing I wasn't born

Taking shots like it's my mission for swishing and bitch I'm on

Point

See y'all don't get it

Selling bars for cash but I still need credit

Your bars sound ass, dont matter how you edit

And your girl throwing ass, you ain't asked but I'm telling

Stealing my flow, you been riding my dick so hard

I'm surprised you ain't smell it, get it

I don't mind looking like a villain

As long as y'all admitting I'm the illest with the pen

Y'all swung y'all swords and swore I'd end up dead

Here I am floating, I'm ghosting again

Sorry I'm cocky, I'm boasting again

Going for throats while I'm catching the neck

If it was possible I know I'd overdose on disrespect

I'm more than a problem I ain't nothing less

I'm just a product of sunshine and stress

I catch you I'm fouling, get hit with a tech

Yuck, that's disgusting

Fuck

They in the rain with a chain and that shit is rusting

Blud

Dick slap the bitch, quick, give concussion

Put her face in the pillow it be muffling

When we fuck

I came insidious, leaving them shook

My jaw be shaking by how much I took

No not enough

Look, okay

This like a minotaur versus a little dog

I came through I be making a bop

She got red bottoms like Wizard of Oz

You're a porkchop inside a synagogue

There's not much use for you, no appliance

I'm in my super suit, ice is gliding

Heisenberg, that's the shit that they liking

Came like ISIS, they all in hiding

Aye aye aye, I don't think they surviving

An eye for an eye til the vision is blinding

My oh my, the dead they be rising

This is a seance, isn't this exciting

I want a bitch with big titties like Danielle Bregoli

Or, my dog, like Campbell Naomi

I tell her spin it round, drop it down, roly poly

Either way, all the bitches are on me

I don't got a Louie bag

But I got expensive taste

I just know that stunting on you fucking roaches is a waste

Please don't let me get too mad

Fore I'm airing out this place

Please don't look me in my eyes

Please don't look me in my face

I don't got a Louie bag

But I got expensive taste

I just know that stunting on you fucking roaches is a waste

Please don't let me get too mad

Fore I'm airing out this place

Please don't look me in my eyes

Please don't look me in my face