YKTS
Sheck Wes
Struggling with YKTS? Become a better singer in 30 days with these videos!
Fa-fa Fa-fa-fa (bitch) Fa-fa-fa (fa-fa) Yeah, uh, yeah (yeah) Still in this bitch with the same niggas I came with I'ma be honest, I don't feel no pain I can't even see you through my shades, bitch On the West Coast with a bad bitch in my coupe She's used to the gangbangers On the East Coast with the Less gang On the block plottin', thinking 'bout what we takin', yeah On the road though, gettin' checks, uh What a young nigga makin', uh I've been close to the angels, running away from Satan, uh Assalamu alaykum, uh I bring home the bacon, young Sheck Wes I do not do haram, uh, I eat the halal, uh Pork, I ain't never taste it Never had a nine to five or had the late shift Moms had to work so I had to raise me, uh 'Cause shit was really hard, uh, it's different for us Anything I wanted, had to take it Yeah, damn I gotta go and get mine (bitch) I catch planes and catch flights (catch flights, bitch) I just copped a new ride (new ride) Used to finesse MTA for the swipe (swipe me) Now it's different foreigns when I slide (slide, bitch) Put this shit down, bitch, I'm stife Gang got guns and knives (lost Boys) I'm from New York, baby, you'll get sliced (knife gang) Buck fifty, baby, on sight (on sight, ow) I want horsepower, I don't want the ice (want the ice) I used to lust and do bad crime (lust gang) Now they put me in the New York Times (New York Times) Bring tears right to my mother eyes Play with my mother feelings, you'll die (you'll die pussy) Gettin' that chicken, Popeyes (Popeyes) Green like spinach, Popeye (Popeye) Pull up, Sheck Wes pop eyes I don't touch bitches, but I pop guys (I pop 'em) Light up my blunt and get high (higher) If shit get crunk, I'ma rise (I'ma rise) I pull up on arrival (arrival) You know the scouts with the guys Whole lotta guns like Condoleezza Rice (yeah) I call the shots like Condoleezza Rice I was in the projects eatin' that rice (rice) Now a young nigga order wagyu (bitch) And I got b's up in my ride (my ride) They want me to do the deals If you ain't got the millions, we can't sign (I'll wait) Tell David, they got that chicken (chicken) We can't pay the price, ain't right (at all) Cactus Jack, baby, I been winnin' (Jack) Man, that done changed my life (facts) Always keep a bad bitch, we gotta hide (got to hide) Got a whole lotta wins in my column (in my column) And Dior shades all on my eyes (my eyes) Can't pull up on arrival (yeah) And you know the scouts with the guys You know the scouts with the guys You know the scouts with the guys You know the scouts with the guys Bitch
Struggling with YKTS? Become a better singer in 30 days with these videos!
Written by: Daniel Oron, Byran Trillos, Khadimou Fall
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"YKTS Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 3 May 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/1612195/Sheck+Wes/YKTS>.
Discuss the YKTS Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In