Yikes! - Billy Marchiafava

Aye, Billy Had to kill it

Beat so sick I’m pukin'

I just had to do it

(No!)

Yeah, I just had to do it

Hol' up, Hol' up where the bass?

(aye)

Yo bitch butter face (aye)

Please stay out my space (aye)

Weed from outer space

I’m just tryna get the face

Off of the rip

(No!)

I just took a blue pill

Shout out Matrix

Flex off the wrist

Break your neck with a twist

Sonic Hedgehog with the dip

Skrt

Aye we just gettin lit

(No!)

You a bitch

Im a skrrt off in the foreign

All this money get borin'

Drive around like a tourist

Forza 4, in the porsche

You a moron, you a dork

Eatin' lobster with a fork

This was my dream

All of my diamonds are clean

All of my bitches on lean

All of this time that you wasted on chasin'

I put in the work, now I’m off on the bases

I’m up on the stage

I’m in all the pages

I’m rockin' the stages

You basic like cable

You still in the basement

Get up out my face

(No, god, please, no!)

(wha wha wha wha wha wha)

I was 18, yeah, drivin' in a wraith, yeah

Neck cold like rain

Burr, Gucci Mane

Let it bang, Let it bang

All this money insane

5- 5 star GTA, beat insane

Get a little taste of the sauce that I bring

Get a little taste of the sauce that I bring