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dreezy - yikes (remix) lyrics

[intro]
start that b-tch up, mike
first freestyle of 2020 man (let’s do it)
the queen just dropped, so you already know how i’m comin’ (let’s do it)
big dreezy, big sh-t talker (uh-huh)
yeah

[verse]
you know when i step, i’m on their necks
nothin’ but the press and the cameras (flashing)
my n-gga fine, but i ain’t talkin’ ’bout his looks when i say, bae, “hand some” (wet ’em up)
you know it’s february and i’m culture heavy, give a [?], black panther
i pull up, what the f-ck is you staring for?
oh they ain’t seen the gold in the lamb’ truck? (h-ll nah)
yeah, yeah, bro keep a tool in the cut
then pull up like who gon’ do what
i’m [?] with that ladder, [?] gorilla glue up, you gon’ think it’s a zoo in the truck
you know how we slide
get your whole crew [?] up
ain’t no ducking, they knew it was us
in the penthouse, i’m throwing it back with the panorama rare view in the front (ooh)
i leave the booth, i see death and corpses (bodies)
i pull up, it’s a derby race, nothin’ but porsche’s and horses (skrt skrt)
bro got a 30 under 30, i ain’t talking forbes list
pray for my ex, i heard his new b-tch rocking black forces (sorry to that man)
bring the beat to me, it’s a problem
i cook it onsight, benihuna (cook, cook)
look sweet, but you gotta watch her
touching on you ’till i feel your wallet (more money)
i’m really tryna stay humble
if they think they forget, i remind ’em
my momma made me a bad b-tch, my daddy told me to ball like gianna (ball)
i ain;t know hood bopper, i can teach you to jug propper (we scammin’ out here)
i heard you a sh-t talker, how really your jewellery copper (eww)
in the club throwin’ ones, looking for the best p-ssy popper (mhm)
be cool n-gga, you ain’t have stripes since you worked at the foot locker
n-gga who you know ride what they spit and fly for a living, get that money and split it up (bag)
at the show, probably signing some t-ties, all my b-tches pretty and paid, we just live it up
f-ck who ain’t with it, they ain’t as big as us
yeah, lil’ b-tch, you was lit, but it’s dimming now
when the barbie say, “get ’em”, i got ’em
ok backwards, k.o. , finished

[chorus]
yikes, you’s a bum b-tch, i’m a bod
yikes, i came to play, come outside
yikes, actin’ tough, rapping bars you ain’t even write
i take that pipe, and he be like, “d-mn baby”
yikes, you’s a bum b-tch, i’m a bod
yikes, i came to play, come outside
yikes, actin’ tough, rapping bars you ain’t even write
i take that pipe, and he be like, “d-mn baby”

[outro]
stop playin’ with me, g
you already know i talk my sh-t on this b-tch
chicago in this b-tch (hey, onika)
i’m tryna figure out how these b-tches dirty and washed up at the same time
joy in this b-tch, on the engineering
b-tch, who the f-ck wanna see me in the booth?
i’ll wait
waiting
don’t sent shots and put your hands up, my stick don’t jam up

- dreezy lyrics

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