Yikes (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Don't ever f*ckin’ play with me
Y'all n*ggas know, y'all b*tches know I’m the f*cking queen
You ho b*tches know, you dirty bum b*tches know (Grrr)
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Drop the strings on 'em

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
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 Makk 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 b*tches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uh

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
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 bitе
Grip it right, he be like (Woo)
Yikеs, 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 b*tches ain’t livin’ right (Woo)
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Yeah (Sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (Sheesh)
You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah
Soon as n*ggas 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 b*tch, be like, "I think you fine," yeah
I don’t play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah
'Bout to get f*cked up on margarita with two limes, yeah

[Verse 3: DaBaby]
Close to my enemies (Let's go)
I need better energy (Huh?)
When I told you f*ck you, you thought I was playin', huh?
(Yeah, yeah) But I meant the sh*t literally
She want to vibe but I told her f*ck that (Nope)
She looking at me like she surprised
They’re packin' the post and I'm home alone
When the box hit the door, they go for 35
I try to put on for my partners, they turn into enemies right before a n*gga eye
You reach for a shake, I'ma hold out a fist
Giving a n*gga a quarter pound without the fries
I just went double platinum with no features
Just to show a n*gga I don't really need him
Pass a man a plate and he can make it shake
It's guaranteed he'll fold and bite the hand that feed him
And I know you think that I ain't see it
And I know you b*tch ain't got a car
Don't make me go and buy a b*tch a lil' Prius
f*ck on the camera, we can call it even
Friends are like the autumn, every year they leavin'
And I'ma rake 'em in a pile, throw 'em in a bag
Tie them b*tches up and leave 'em
'Cause most of these n*ggas are deceiving
And I (Ooh)
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
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 b*tches ain't livin' right (Ooh)

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
Bag talk
But ain't got no mouth when money bag talk, hmm
It's quiet, ain't no back talk (Grrr)
Quiet, ain't no back talk