YIKES! (feat. Jerpy & Slap'n Fade)

Yikes it ain't even like that Stop actin' scary you ain't pass The vibe check yikes It ain't even like that stop actin' Scary you ain't pass the vibe check (Slap get him gone!) (He ain't pass the vibe check) Keep a 4.5 like I'm tryna work my Bicep I done came up like a 20 Sellin' high-tech Baby shakin' ass and this bitch Throw it right left It's gettin' smelly up in here It's a yike fest It's a war zone in my city Who gon' die next Out here they tryna get you for a Light check I call this 30 Kim K It got some Nice breasts You can't walk up in this party You not goin' up I need bad bitches turnin' or We ain't showin' up I just popped a Perk 30 I'm not slowin' up Its at least a cool band for me to Blow it up I get paid to talk shit I'm not a rap artist My white boy trippin' Snuck a pole into this frat party A bad bitch up in this function Imma bag shawty Jerpy where you been? Shit gettin to that bag probably Yikes it ain't even like that Stop actin' scary You ain't pass the vibe check Yikes it ain't even like that Stop actin' scary you ain't pass The vibe check Goodness gracious Give me some space Bitch it ain't even like that You just feel the bass hit She be buggin' cause A nigga ain't say shit Just cause she got a BBL and a facelift Hella jealous Caught me starin' at these asses Jinkies can't see shit Without my glasses Played the bitch like Maracas F*ck the vibe check I ain't fuckin' with your Chakras You an imposter Mask off the monster Watch that shit flip The coin it just cost her Taxin' you think she swallow But I knew she spitts I heard that she was straight hoein' Better lose the bitch Yikes it ain't even like that Stop actin' scary You ain't pass the vibe check Yikes it ain't even like that Stop actin' scary You ain't pass the vibe check (Ayo Jerpy where the White woman at?) I'm in the middle of the Dance floor Lookin' like Mr. Roboto Si sacamos la bolsita It's straight for mis zapatos Sniff one off her cheeks Homeboy f*ck the plato She definitely comin' home with Me if she ain't got a vato So we got so high that we couldn't Feel the gravity Lost her in Petes space before she Could get mad at me Motherfuckers always talkin' shit So I punch them in the cavity Man f*ck the vibe check Hold my drink I'll be back in a sec She just dropped me the text Tryin' to see how she Workin' that neck But like Shaggy and this bitch It wasn't me Plottin' on a mystery I hit her with a Wu-Tang And make a bitch cream (Make a bitch Scream!) Slap'n Fade Tho! (Yikes!)