Yikes

[Intro: KOI]
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Yikes
I think we gonna call this "Yikes"

[Verse 1: KOI]
A hundred percent
Of my time has been spent
On my grind, I pretend
That I'm fine 'cause I win
Every time, but within
I be lyin', I be cryin'
I be tryin', Yes I be
Life be tryin', tryin' me
I be spyin', I can see
There's a tiny side of me
That can't help but be afraid
I'm not used to bein' paid
I'm not used to bein' saved
I'm just used to making do with all the truth that I've been played with
Made it from the slave ships to A-list amazin'
Came from the basement
You claim streets
But I pave them with patience
Occasional apeshit
Stay from the AK
But they pay to kill another 8K
For eight day of work (Woo)
And I know that's gotta hurt (Woo)
I should get commission
Way I put you in a hearse, ay
Hope I am forgiven
Been a minute since the church, ay
I been dunkin' ushers
It's no limit to my worth, ay
Never went to college
But my knowledge is in first place
The worst case for you
Attaboy, we know
Black boy cheat code
Know the cops are watching like my product is illegal
It's all about the timing
I already lined the sequel with a sequel
And it's equal just to prove that we ain't equal
I ain't evil just Knievel with the way I stunt
Nigga, you don't want the smoke
(Damn, that came out blunt)
But I mean it
I got a whole new demeanor
R.I.P. Tommy
But me and my girl the Martin and Gina
Part of the reason these niggas don't say, "What up?" when they see us
Cause we a grievous, egregious
They need us, a genius
Nobody competin', nigga

[Verse 2: TJW]
Icon status, something like I'm Jaden
But my Smith a lil' more like Wesson
Took your boo straight to the Westin
Claim that shit like Old West Texans
Don't pick up, make shorty text it
You want beef, you can't digest it
This Tyrannosaurus rex'll make you freeze
When you in public
I would rather not discuss it
I might pull up on your cousin
Turn his Stussy to some stuffin'
Prove you're soft as a McMuffin
Drop down on you like Miss Muffet
Shoot you right up off your tuffet
Lilly made this shit the toughest
Money dance like Warren Buffett
Strut right up and dunk a ducat
Call my bank a KFC
'Cause I get money by the bucket
It's my destiny to pop, bitch
You're my child, LeToya Luckett
This my motherfuckin' house
I have it out, no need to tuck it
I am not nothing to fuck with
Bring the motherfuckin' ruckus
I might air this whole saloon out
Rated to the way I buss it
Microchip your fiancée
Like orange soda, I might Crush it
If you really want the smoke
I'll turn to Wolsey, homie, trust it
Yeah