Yikes Chri$tian (Rapper)

[Intro]
Don't ever fuckin' play with me
Y'all bitches know, y'all niggas know I'm the fuckin' king
You ho bitches know, you dirty bum niggas know
(Dices on a beat) Got the strings on 'em

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
Yikes, I play tag and I it for life
Yikes, I'm a clown and do it for life
Yikes, yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite
Grip it right, he be like
Yikes, what's the hype? This is somethin' light
Yikes, out of town on consistent flights
Yikes, it's late, but it's not at night
Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right