Chri$tian - Yikes Lyrics

Don't ever f*ckin' play with me
Y'all bitches know, y'all niggas know I'm the f*cking king
You ho bitches know, you dirty bum niggas know
(Dices on a beat)
Got the strings on 'em
Woke up, to price these songs up
I just hit 'em with the love album, call my folks up
Somebody 'bout to get poked up, to call my culture
All that talkin' out your neck, might just get your throat cut
This a Mack truck, not a blue truck
When we move, tell 'em, "Back up" click click, clack, duck
Hella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up
All you bitches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uh
Yikes, I play tag and you it for life
Yikes, you a clown, you do it for likes
Yikes, yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite
Grip it right, he be like
Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light
Yikes, outta town on consistent flights
Yikes, it's late, but it's not at night
Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right
Yeah, I keep two nines, yeah
You see my face all over that Christian design, yeah
Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up gang signs, yeah
You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah
Uh, I keep two dimes, yeah
Walk up to a bad bitch, be like, "I think you fine," yeah
I don't play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah
'Bout to get f*cked up on margarita with two limes, yeah
Ooh, I've been the same, ain't shit changed, this ain't nothin' new
That pretty frame, diamond chain, what the f*ck it do?
Yo, clear the way, it's some bad bitches comin' through
I give two C's like the letters that are on my shoes
Yikes, I play tag and you it for life
Yikes, you a clown, you do it for likes
Yikes, yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite
Grip it right, he be like
Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light
Yikes, outta town on consistent flights
Yikes, it's late, but it's not at night
Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right
Bag talk, but ain't got no mouth for money
Bag talk, hmm
It's quiet, ain't no back talk
Quiet, ain't no back talk