YUCK!
Yuck!
Yuck!
Gross, nasty, yuck!
Peedy back
Huh huh huh huh
Couldn't care less if you buy into me
It's a lion in me
I been bought already
Making a pagan dread the come up like baby Jamaicans
I'm blessing my rivals and burning my idols, the clay is aching
My hand on the Bible you may be mistaken
I roll with the crimson
Before you start dissing on tidal, be careful
You playing with Saban
Nobody giving us flowers
I go to the highest of powers and make an arrangement
I give my baby a couple of bills to twist the locs
And that's who I'm breaking the bank with
Blowing a kiss to opps when all of 'em hated
They shoulda made it a banquet
I would attend, I never pretend
It's hard to enjoy any social engagements
Yuck!
Yeshua real
You puffing on purple if you think you touching my circle
You know that we speaking in braille
Cooking up good like Kenan and Kel
I love 'em too much to leave em in hell
Aerial flow
Prince of the air can keep his Chanel
My father has made me a heir of the throne Gross!
Everyone know, I married a model
She married the goat
TB, Gisele
Bury the boast, pride and humility very opposed
The area code is killing the gin like Serious Jones
The days I be feeling akin hysteria grows
I say that he rose, they paint me the villain again
I do not need no chart to testify It's off the charts ay
I am not of this world but I could live with Audemars ay
I do not understand the hype that they be throwing up ay
Honestly I just heard the tape and yea I'm going yuck ay
Why do they hold me to the standard they don't hold themself?
Moving the goal post when they cohost time to show and tell
Last laugh last laugh like ha ha ha
Last laugh last laugh like ha ha ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, funny
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, not
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
It's a bunch of bull if I tell ya that I never feel jack
Cause I take all too personal
They making business personal
People make a practice tryna lock me in rehearsal room
People playing favorites made me Murda Mook
I am not no atheist but I don't wanna hear another a verse of you
No-no-no-no
Yuck!
A reputation of innovation when imitation reign supreme
Breaking generational curses whenever I feel the urges to say I'm king
Yea I'm still the worst
Dillinger still in church, Lucifer still at work
I don't pray to universe, that's why he got his feelings hurt
I could spend a dime on your newest rhyme but what's it worth
Most the time I do tell the truth I need reimbursed
No-no-no-no
Gross!
I heard some rappers channel spirits when they go remote
Palm reading, seeking ghosts,
paying premium when they run out of quotes
It's ironic cause they drop a project and it's medium
Bulimia the media deceiving it's own
For dead presidents
Celebrating vices with bohemian grove
They left evidence
Rituals to keep the rich in rule
Bellies full when recession hits
Yerrrrrrrrr
What's the word?
God love me but my deeds still suck ay
God don't leave when my life gets ugly
God's on me but I'm still straight yuck (Straight)
Yerrrrrrrrr
What's the word?
God love me when I lose my trust
God don't leave when my hearts on chucky
God's on me but I'm still straight yuck
Yuck!
Gross, nasty, yuck!
Peedy back
Huh huh huh huh
Couldn't care less if you buy into me
It's a lion in me
I been bought already
Making a pagan dread the come up like baby Jamaicans
I'm blessing my rivals and burning my idols, the clay is aching
My hand on the Bible you may be mistaken
I roll with the crimson
Before you start dissing on tidal, be careful
You playing with Saban
Nobody giving us flowers
I go to the highest of powers and make an arrangement
I give my baby a couple of bills to twist the locs
And that's who I'm breaking the bank with
Blowing a kiss to opps when all of 'em hated
They shoulda made it a banquet
I would attend, I never pretend
It's hard to enjoy any social engagements
Yuck!
Yeshua real
You puffing on purple if you think you touching my circle
You know that we speaking in braille
Cooking up good like Kenan and Kel
I love 'em too much to leave em in hell
Aerial flow
Prince of the air can keep his Chanel
My father has made me a heir of the throne Gross!
Everyone know, I married a model
She married the goat
TB, Gisele
Bury the boast, pride and humility very opposed
The area code is killing the gin like Serious Jones
The days I be feeling akin hysteria grows
I say that he rose, they paint me the villain again
I do not need no chart to testify It's off the charts ay
I am not of this world but I could live with Audemars ay
I do not understand the hype that they be throwing up ay
Honestly I just heard the tape and yea I'm going yuck ay
Why do they hold me to the standard they don't hold themself?
Moving the goal post when they cohost time to show and tell
Last laugh last laugh like ha ha ha
Last laugh last laugh like ha ha ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, funny
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, not
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
It's a bunch of bull if I tell ya that I never feel jack
Cause I take all too personal
They making business personal
People make a practice tryna lock me in rehearsal room
People playing favorites made me Murda Mook
I am not no atheist but I don't wanna hear another a verse of you
No-no-no-no
Yuck!
A reputation of innovation when imitation reign supreme
Breaking generational curses whenever I feel the urges to say I'm king
Yea I'm still the worst
Dillinger still in church, Lucifer still at work
I don't pray to universe, that's why he got his feelings hurt
I could spend a dime on your newest rhyme but what's it worth
Most the time I do tell the truth I need reimbursed
No-no-no-no
Gross!
I heard some rappers channel spirits when they go remote
Palm reading, seeking ghosts,
paying premium when they run out of quotes
It's ironic cause they drop a project and it's medium
Bulimia the media deceiving it's own
For dead presidents
Celebrating vices with bohemian grove
They left evidence
Rituals to keep the rich in rule
Bellies full when recession hits
Yerrrrrrrrr
What's the word?
God love me but my deeds still suck ay
God don't leave when my life gets ugly
God's on me but I'm still straight yuck (Straight)
Yerrrrrrrrr
What's the word?
God love me when I lose my trust
God don't leave when my hearts on chucky
God's on me but I'm still straight yuck
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