Young Taylor
Yikes
(Intro):
X6 Are you really down with a n***a, down

Are you really down with a bitch, down

(Verse 1):
Jimmy neutron, how my n***as blast off

Shotgun blast off, blow your back off

He just backed off, he just backed off

Now my n***a ranned up, like he had a bat-on

Ayo bitch!, Toss or get D’ed up
On

Ayo Swish!, now they saying put me up on

Shooter like Wayne in Miami, heat up’ on

And I’m coming for assist, my team up’ on

That’s 3 milli on’em, 3 milli bought’em

Now See philly on’em, meekk milly bought’em
Now I’m that bitch, Sadiddy on’em

Nino to these bitches, new jack city on’em

In Any weather, the king still reign (rain)

My n***as run it back, call’em Kareem

I still ball, like This the fantasy

Even with your cheat sheets, you couldn’t play in the leagues

(Hook):
X1
Damn, Yikes. Damn, yikes

Half of these bitches know I’m damn right

Damn, right Damn, right

Knocking doors off the hinges. Damn, Yikes

(Verse 2):
Black suits in my crew

Back soon for recruits
Ghost make’em say boo

N.Y.C, with the boots

Hebrew jews, I’m the star, out religion

You buy your views, no your not out selling

All up in the coupe, now I’m out stepping

Bitch think she cute, sis your out stretching

Better than me, who betting?

Everbody who cross me, Get cross on the check list

(Hook):
X1
Damn, Yikes Damn, yikes

Half of these bitches know I’m damn right

Damn, right Damn, right

Knocking doors off the hinges. Damn, Yikes