YUKI lyrics

[Intro]
(Yuki)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Sadfriendd]
Punchin that b*tch til the side of my fist hurt
f*ckin yo b*tch Ima flex til my di*k hurt
I play with the kitty cause it don't got whiskers
Hit from the back on yo b*tch I won't kiss her
Beat the b*tch down and then I gotta diss her
Gold on my neck like it came from the p*sser
If I'm with his b*tch then he out of the picture
Um, hello
Shawty play my di*k like a cello
Made her ass shake like motherf*ckin jello
Pull up on a n*gga I'ma shoot like Melo
Hello, I got the hoes you f*ckin fellow
Shawty wanna see my bust down
Come to the crib and the b*tch wanna f*ck now
I'ma takе the b*tch to the back of the bus now
Huh, wait, whеre did the beat go

[Verse 2: Sadfriendd]
Walk in this bih like I'm Danny Devito
I give her the di*k now she singing the C note
Run with the bread like a f*ckin casino
I came with a stick you could call me Pacino
Wait, I'm pulling out my di*k she like oh my God
Huh, shawty wanna suck, um, on my nut
Wait, b*tch get down do your f*ckin job
Wait, think my pockets gettin fat like a f*ckin sloth
Wait, b*tch shut the f*ck up hoe
Wait, you f*cked up my flow
Walked in this b*tch and I came with a pole
I heat that boy up like a muhf*ckin stove
How yo b*tch choke on my di*k in her thoat
I'm f*cking yo b*tch mane ain't takin it well
And after the party that b*tch doing coke
Wait, do he want some smoke?
[Verse 3: Lil Kapow]
Woah, I heard he was broke
Boo, I just pulled up in a ghost
b*tch I want head you can keep your legs closed
I got four phones but don't f*cking call me
Your homie is dead next door can't solve it
I popped two Percs and I look like Stephen Hawkings
Hit a n*gga hard with a stick I'm playing hockey
Oh my God this sh*t so f*ckin easy

[Verse 4: Lil Kapow]
Hi there, b*tch I'm your worse f*cking nightmare
I got a new whip and it came with a iPad
Someone's daughter keeps licking my eye tats
Her friend giving head while I'm drinkin and drivin
The cops don't like me I'm known to get violent
I get so high the Army said you can't fly here
I got more hoes than a n*gga with a white beard
Hit it from the back take pics like I'm sexy and
Um, everything I do is irregular
This b*tch giving head like way ahead of schedule
Wake up to the money everyday I feel incredible
You smell broke, b*tch I can't even stand next to you
Thumbin on a muthaf*ckin system dewey decimal
If that's yo main b*tch then why she playin with my testicles
I really only f*ck with my myself I'm autosexual
I'm better than, wait is the f*cking song over
I said I'm better than OJ Simpson hiding evidence
I don't give a f*ck I'll sell crack to a pregnant b*tch
Shawty had to leave you for me she need a better di*k
He lost the scholarship when I shot him in his Letterman
Uh, what the f*ck