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