Yikes

Don't ever fuckin' play with me Y'all niggas know, y'all bitches know I'm the fucking queen You ho bitches know, you dirty bum bitches know (grrr) (Pooh, you a fool for this one) Got the strings on 'em Woke up, the price of coke up I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up Somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (tow) All that talkin' out your neck, might just get your throat cut This a Mack truck, not a black 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 (woo, life) Yikes (yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like (woo) Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (white) Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right Yeah (sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (sheesh) You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah Uh (woo, woo), 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 fucked up on margarita with two limes, yeah Ooh, I've been the same, ain't shit changed, this ain't nothin' new (woo) That pretty frame, diamond chain, what the fuck it do? Yo, clear the way, it's some bad bitches comin' through (sheesh) I give two F's like the letters that are on my shoe Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (woo, life) Yikes (yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like (woo) Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (white) Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (ooh) Bag talk, but ain't got no mouth for money Bag talk, hmm It's quiet, ain't no back talk (grrr) Quiet, ain't no back talk