Yikes! - Billy Marchiafava

Shit could get menacin', frightenin', find help Sometimes I scare myself, myself Shit could get menacin', frightenin', find help Sometimes I scare myself, myself Tweakin', tweakin' off that 2CB, huh? Is he gon' make it? TBD, huh Thought I was gon' run, DMC, huh? I done died and lived again on DMT, huh See this a type of high that won't come down This the type of high that get you gunned down Yeezy, Yeezy trollin' OD, huh? Turn TMZ to Smack DVD, huh? Russell Simmons wanna pray for me too I'ma pray for him 'cause he got #MeToo'd Thinkin' what if that happened to me too Then I'm on E! News Shit can get menacin', frightenin', find help Sometimes I scare myself, myself Shit can get menacin', frightenin', find help Sometimes I scare myself, myself Ayy, hospital band a hundred bands, fuck a watch Hundred grand'll make your best friends turn to opps I hear y'all bringin' my name up a notch Guess I just turned the clout game up a notch See, y'all really shocked but I'm really not You know how many girls I took to the titty shop? If she get the ass with it that's a 50 pop I still bring the bad bitches in the city out Uh, just a different type of leader We could be in North Korea I could smoke with Wiz Khalifa, uh Told my wife I've never seen her After I hit it, bye Felicia, that's the way that I'ma leave it up Shit could get menacin', frightenin', find help Sometimes I scare myself, myself Shit could get menacin', frightenin', find help Sometimes I scare myself, myself Tweakin', tweakin' off that 2CB, huh? This is why your bitches fuck with me, huh? Smash, she gon' end up on TV, huh? Last thing that you ever wanna see, huh? I can feel the spirits all around me I think Prince and Mike was tryna warn me They know I got demons all on me Devil been tryna make an army They been strategizin' to harm me They don't know they dealin' with a zombie Niggas been tryna test my Gandhi Just because I'm dressed like Abercrombie You see? You see? That's what I'm talkin' about That's why I fuck with Ye That's my third person That's my bipolar shit, nigga what? That's my superpower, nigga Ain't no disability I'm a superhero! I'm a superhero! Agghhh!

Bombo by the way Yikes (Yikes), might get spooky (Ooh) Scary hours but we ain't afraid to do it Tastes like candy, yuh, I might chew it (I might) Tastes like candy, yuh, I might lose it (I might) Yikes (Yikes), might get spooky (Ooh) Scary hours but we ain't afraid to do it Tastes like candy, yuh, I might chew it (I might) Tastes like candy, yuh, I might lose it (I might) I seen a figure in the fog Hope it isn't quicker than my dawg I've seen things that would make you shiver if you saw She said I got whiskers and some paws 'Cause baby, I'm a dawg Late night, cruisin' Something's out there and I don't know if it's human Duckin' from the Metro, just like Boomin Shawty is a snack and we woke up spoonin' (Woke up spoonin') Back off the leash (Leash) Same back streets that made me a beast (Beast) I told her, "Sheesh, wanna see a ghost? Just hop in with me" (Ayy) Hop in with me (Come on) Yikes (Yikes), might get spooky (Ooh) Scary hours but we ain't afraid to do it Tastes like candy, yuh, I might chew it (I might) Tastes like candy, yuh, I might lose it (I might) Yikes (Yikes), might get spooky (Ooh) Scary hours but we ain't afraid to do it Tastes like candy, yuh, I might chew it (I might) Tastes like candy, yuh, I might lose it (I might) I'm in a blue and green (Green), Mystery Machine ('Chine) Hands on the wheel and I'm sittin' with the - My dawg in the shotgun, ooh, I think we got one Ooh, and it's a hot one Ayy, moonlight shinin' (Shinin') Bouncing' off my diamonds, she treat me like I'm Simon Followin' instructions, all up in the function (Hey) See me with somebody, now she caught up with assumptions (Rightfully so) Back off the leash (Leash) Same back streets that made me a beast (Beast) I told her, "Sheesh, wanna see a ghost? Just hop in with me" (Ayy) Hop in with me (Come on) Yikes (Yikes), might get spooky (Ooh) Scary hours but we ain't afraid to do it Tastes like candy, yuh, I might chew it (I might) Tastes like candy, yuh, I might lose it (I might) Yikes (Yikes), might get spooky (Ooh) Scary hours but we ain't afraid to do it Tastes like candy, yuh, I might chew it (I might) Tastes like candy, yuh, I might lose it (I might)

Don't ever fuckin' play with me Y'all niggas know, y'all bitches know I'm the fucking queen You hoe bitches know You dirty bum bitches know (Grrr) Pooh, you a fool for this one Got the strings on 'em Woke up, the price of coke up (Woo, woo) I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up (Folks) Somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (Tow) All that talkin' out your neck Might just get your throat cut (Ooh, ooh) This a Mack truck, not a black truck (woo) When we move, tell 'em, back up, click, click, clack, duck Hella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up All you bitches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uh Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life) Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like (Woo) Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White) Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Woo) Yeah (Sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (Sheesh) You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah Uh (Woo, woo), I keep two dimes, yeah (Woo, woo) Walk up to a bad bitch, be like, I think you fine, yeah I don't play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah 'Bout to get fucked up on margarita with two limes, yeah Ooh, I've been the same Ain't shit changed, this ain't nothin' new (Woo) That pretty frame, diamond chain, what the fuck it do? Yo, clear the way, it's some bad bitches comin' through (Sheesh) I give two F's like the letters that are on my shoe Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life) Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like (Woo) Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White) Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Ooh) Bag talk, but ain't got no mouth for money Bag talk, hmm It's quiet, ain't no back talk (Grrr) Quiet, ain't no back talk

(Damn son, where'd you find this trash?) They could never figure me out Look at me now I remember being stuck on the couch Had to make a song 'cause I heard there's a drought Had to switch it up, never stickin' to one sound Fumbling the bag is a thing that you like doing I don't understand how you think you're an influence I could be alone today But I'ma lay back and just kick it with my humans Billy a professor and these rappers are my students Please grab a seat, let me show you how I do it Far from the person that you see on the computer Every days off like Bueller, Bueller, Bueller I could tell you ain't got no sense of humor I could tell you ain't got no sense of humor I'm a beast, I'm a dog on a hunt for a cougar If you see me at the party, do not show me your music, okay Billy's on the beat, bringing the heat Go shawty, it's ya birthday I'ma blow a rack and make it back on a Thursday The whip outside and it's looking good on my worst day You could hit my line, but baby do not be thirsty 'Cause the boy is always working like a surgeon, a doctor I'm certain I'm rockin' this shit 'til I am dead in a coffin I get paid to be awesome, used to just be Jim from the office Make a deposit every time I jot, I feel like an author Don't make me go Hollywood like I'm Kevin Costner These rappers I foster, I'm really making bread like a father (Damn, son) Focused on my craft, macaroni I just left the studio, it's six in the morning I just left the studio, it's six in the morning Did you hear me, I'm really recording 'Til I can hear them birds and I'm yawning I'm sick and I'm coughing, I'm really tryna live in the moment Don't do that often, I'm constantly thinking about where I'm going (Billy on the track) Let me get a plate of that lunch, munch Goofy better run Goofy better bring my funds 14 labels on my buns You said you like my songs, name one You said you like my songs, name five In my ear, Mike Tyson, my style, you bite Never needed anybody, I'm not your buddy, I'm barely even mine I'm a monster, come alive in the night (Billy on the-)