FearlessYoungin - Yikes!

I hop out issa distraction
Mixin and matchin
Yo bitch missin in action
Lit like some matches
Pockets jurassic
Try me it could get graphic
Allergic reaction
To phony and plastic
Ain't really with the relaxin
Victory lappin
Came through the back end
You know we got straps in
Capt'n gon do some cappin
At a party at the hamptons
With a bad bitch spanish
Jet laggin just landed
No panties she nasty
Soulda seen what she did in the back seat
Rode me like a taxi
And I still ain't do no lackin
One hand all on her ass cheek
Other hand on the mack e
Leven you know i know better
Beef and I'm hannibal lectar
Oppers be lookin like breakfast
Real shit
Watch out for the rip-offs
While I wipe this drip off
Big dog at the tip-off
Run a hunnid at the kick off
Kamara with the gold teeth
Deion with gold link
Peons with the peasantry
Better mention me with pleasantries
Flyer than a pheasant be
Dope like I'm from Medellín
I ain't with that settling
Kick shit like I got seven knees
Perfectly
You irking me
Move weight
Hercules
Seven days
You niggas weak
I was gone a year
And didn't miss a beat

Hold up Hold up Hold up
What

Ay hold yo motha fuckin horses
Youngin just walked in
Flyer than I ever been
Like my momma bought this
A arson
Burn this bitch down with a ball point pen
Far from subpar
On average
Shit I'm awsome
Known for fukin up
Hair weaves and lip glosses
Leave a bitch nauseous
Leaving pissed off Cuz
Youngin unavailable
Somethin like missed calls
Get to trippin and
You won't get nothin but flipped off
I ain't even bout to play with you bitch
You can get lost
In 5 4 3 2 1
It's lift off
I ain't trendy nigga
I can't smile in yo face
I aint friendly nigga
Pick the time and the place
Pull up with the tool out
Hoodie on like it's cool out
Get it poppin like a luau
Bubble gum nigga get chewed out
I'm trippin
I need to be chillin
But niggas be bitches
I swear to god
Steady bringin my name up
Than they change up when I'm in the club
I'm gon speak the truth
Ain't no diluting the loot
I'm in the mix
In the loop
With the drug dealers and shooters
Grew up and blew up
I'm too up
From the swamps the sewers
Fell like the shit
The manure
Had to make different maneuvers
Wake em up
Rake em up
Shake em up
Hit the point
Blank range
Scrape it up
Line em up
Against the wall
Leave in a pool of blood
Massacre
Holocaust
Knock em off
Headshots
Tylonol
Same ol same
Hit snooze
Nigga real tired of ya'll
Dickie fit
Reeboks
Camouflage
On the block
Booted up
Bitch its hot
Watch yo hoe she a thot
Watch ya bro
He a cop
See the opp
Heater cocked
See the heater he gon drop
Like a dog
Flee the spot
Leave the lot
Foreign drop
Bitch I'm up
Come see the top

Written by:
DeSean Simms

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