Yikes by j. sula Lyrics
[Intro: KAYTRANADA]
Shouts out Marvel
Wiki, BADBADNOTGOOD
Let's go, let's go
[Verse 1]
Chopping the words up
Chopping the words and mixing my verses
I do no good with the cursing
I am not perfect, I'm flawed, I'm a person, I'm learning
But I am a genius, I'm nice with the flows and the beats
And the greetings, you see it, I mean what I'm meaning
You need what I'm speaking, they fiending for beating
In seasons and meetings that I'm quick to offer
They get to hating on me while they talking
I pull up and I'm quick to off 'em
It's easy to trash on somebody if they not there with you
I show up, they coughing
Resign to mistakes that they made, and they booking a coffin
This is just practice for me
I'm not even breaking a sweat, I'm just sitting here laughing homie
[Hook]
I'm viewing the game from the balcony
Shaking my head, this shit saddening for me
They trying too hard, they rushing too quick to be stars
I see the dream from afar
I'm yelling out "Yikes", I'm rolling on bikes
Already made this song thrice, I'll make it again
It's fuck you again, you're not my bro or my friend
[Verse 2]
How many times I gotta teach a lesson?
Get it through your head or get stepping, bitch
Huh, you didn't think that I could switch up
You thought my style was a hiccup
You need to do better and trust me, am I the goat?
Well, I must be
I don't have time for the lames
Turn on your signal, and then swerve out my lane, game
Shouts out Marvel
Wiki, BADBADNOTGOOD
Let's go, let's go
[Verse 1]
Chopping the words up
Chopping the words and mixing my verses
I do no good with the cursing
I am not perfect, I'm flawed, I'm a person, I'm learning
But I am a genius, I'm nice with the flows and the beats
And the greetings, you see it, I mean what I'm meaning
You need what I'm speaking, they fiending for beating
In seasons and meetings that I'm quick to offer
They get to hating on me while they talking
I pull up and I'm quick to off 'em
It's easy to trash on somebody if they not there with you
I show up, they coughing
Resign to mistakes that they made, and they booking a coffin
This is just practice for me
I'm not even breaking a sweat, I'm just sitting here laughing homie
[Hook]
I'm viewing the game from the balcony
Shaking my head, this shit saddening for me
They trying too hard, they rushing too quick to be stars
I see the dream from afar
I'm yelling out "Yikes", I'm rolling on bikes
Already made this song thrice, I'll make it again
It's fuck you again, you're not my bro or my friend
[Verse 2]
How many times I gotta teach a lesson?
Get it through your head or get stepping, bitch
Huh, you didn't think that I could switch up
You thought my style was a hiccup
You need to do better and trust me, am I the goat?
Well, I must be
I don't have time for the lames
Turn on your signal, and then swerve out my lane, game