YUCK! (feat. Phxntom, VZN, Trip C, Stakes & 724x)

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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
F*ck 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 f*ck with niggas, I ignore them
Might f*ck 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 f*ck
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 f*ck 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
F*ck
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 f*ck
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

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