Yellow Kid - Eric Reprid

Call me yellow demon always creeping on the avenue

Call like hello, screaming in the mic like what the fuck is new

I’m that Jello needing window peeping kid who spit the truth

Who don’t meddle with the metal 'cause a camera all I shoot

Call me yellow demon always creeping on the avenue

Call like hello screaming in the mic like what the fuck is new

I’m that Jello needing window peeping kid who spit the truth

Who don’t meddle with the metal 'cause a camera all I shoot

Draped in black, my skin yellow bring it back to 2010

How you been, I been at it I just need to get it in

I see them tryna' end us but you need like 20 men

They got ten, sleep till ten, my whole camp all live in tents

Tug on string like she a banjo then she leave, I gave a fuck

With my hand out that’s a man down

I stand up like what the fuck

Took a month just to fix that shit now I be back on track

That was 16 this time I’mma finish, just know thats a fact

Need some racks on racks on racks

Why they look like they got waxed

Let that shit stay in the past and I go get myself a pack, yea

Sip brown till I’m numb

This don’t make shit fun

Lets just make shit dumb

Icing on my gums

One day copping some, hey

Her name might be Julie

Don’t know, keep it movin'

Got snacks like I’m Scooby

Get stoned, eyes like rubies

Long talk in jacuzzis, yea

I keep making lists

Write down don’t do shit

Act like living dead

Too much in my head

Nothing said

Call me yellow demon always creeping on the avenue

Call like hello, screaming in the mic like what the fuck is new

I’m that Jello needing window peeping kid who spit the truth

Who don’t meddle with the metal 'cause a camera all I shoot

Call me yellow demon always creeping on the avenue

Call like hello screaming in the mic like what the fuck is new

I’m that Jello needing window peeping kid who spit the truth

Who don’t meddle with the metal 'cause a camera all I shoot

Stay inside, don’t leave this couch

This my house

On some freaky shit

Bitch don’t run that mouth

Ain’t no race

Fuck you talking 'bout?

I just need a taste

Get that wraith

Then I’m driving out

Pay to get that fade

Every day

Sip that lemonade, yea

Lil' blonde bitch she text me, not impressive just stress me out

Best act right when I done lift off and you run back tryna' seek me out

No coming back

Play the field like some running backs

They gon' be like «Why you acting brash?»

Fucking bitch, she can’t handle that

A useless set, yea

My phone might be dead

Don’t check, I live instead

Make bread then reinvest

They watching all my steps

When they flow they need floaties

When I’m the GOAT they’ll notice

Next bitch ain’t a gift I chose it

Work till my wrist be frozen

And my teeth be golden

Shades on my eyes like Lennon

Late night I lose my focus

Act out I ain’t pretendin'

I whip the Honda down the road to hit the studio

Got GPS, I’m not lost boy, I ain’t no Rufio