The Neverending Mixtape – YUCK!

The Neverending Mixtape – YUCK! Lyrics

Artist: The Neverending Mixtape
Song: YUCK!

Yuck
That’s disgusting
I’m the wrong mothaf#cka to f#ck with
The choppa got a long dick ready to bust quick

Yuck
That’s disgusting
f#ck
Yo

We on big checks
Y’all big cap
n#gg# i’m about the money not the chitchat
Swear to god that our pockets on a mismatch

Pull up to the spot, breaking necks like it’s whiplash
n#gg# that’s the truth, only spit facts
f#ck the game up, get the bag, give the b#tch back
I ain’t never lost at no game, race, or pissmatch

Better get back ‘fore i hit you with that click, clack, boom
Hop in the whip and we dipping like zoom
Watch how yo b#tch catch my drip when i’m through
You ain’t gotta guess that i’m rich

Check the ice on my wrist and i think it’s all safe to assume
Watch how i move
Ducking the lames
Tuck, spin, and shoot

If ghost is lеbron, i’m feeling like wade
He pass mе the rock and i’m serving on n#gg#s
And slamming the hoop
No matter they mad at the kid

I’m talented, black, and i’m rich
Six figures, no debt, and no kids, sh#t
No wonder they stay pissed, we in the matrix
Y’all looking at neo, i throw on my shades

Not phased by your hatred
I’m probably a sad#st the way that i’m smiling
When snapping on n#gg#s who tested my patience
Y’all should be gracious

I don’t f#ck with n#gg#s, i ignore them
Might f#ck a new b#tch outta boredom
How these broke b#tches gonna walk a mile
In my shoes when y’all can’t afford them

That’s facts
That’s big flex, y’all big cap
That’s big flex, y’all big cap
Hold on

If i keep sipping i think i’ma slip into something, i’m buzzing
Live in the future but back in the past i just did what i want
She yelling daddy when i’m in the back and i feel like i’m puff
I hear ‘em talking, i drop it again and again, it’s enough

And she love it
Enter the hallway, i play my cards right, i know they bluffing
They had to dig up newton from confusion
Of how i had nothing turned it into something

I’m headed country to country
I had to hit up ghost and tell him to go hit the button
I’m just in love with percussion
My middle finger to the sky while she clapping it up

See you running mothaf#cka, who gon’ save y’all
Never miss a shot, we gon’ play ball
Feeling like i’m neymar jr
Running up the score

Buildin forts high as f#ck
Man i’m piling up the dope
Know i got the ar equipped
And i’m quick with the scope

Don’t be talking dirty, get that mouth washed, b#tch
Hit you in the face with a hundred rockets
Raw clips of the ammo
Feeling like i’m rambo mixed with lebron

Feeling like the goat, like the king
Y’all all pawns getting pawned mothaf#cka
Want beef then its on mothaf#cka
I’m the wrong mothaf#cka to f#ck with

The choppa got a long dick ready to bust quick
I bust at
Any competition, they wishing i wasn’t born
Taking shots like it’s my mission for swishing and b#tch i’m on

Point
See y’all don’t get it
Selling bars for cash but i still need credit
Your bars sound ass, dont matter how you edit

And your girl throwing ass, you ain’t asked but i’m telling
Stealing my flow, you been riding my dick so hard
I’m surprised you ain’t smell it, get it
I don’t mind looking like a villain

As long as y’all admitting i’m the illest with the pen
Y’all swung y’all swords and swore i’d end up dead
Here i am floating, i’m ghosting again
Sorry i’m cocky, i’m boasting again

Going for throats while i’m catching the neck
If it was possible i know i’d overdose on disrespect
I’m more than a problem i ain’t nothing less
I’m just a product of sunshine and stress

I catch you i’m fouling, get hit with a tech
Yuck, that’s disgusting
f#ck
They in the rain with a chain and that sh#t is rusting

Blud
Dick slap the b#tch, quick, give concussion
Put her face in the pillow it be muffling
When we f#ck

I came insidious, leaving them shook
My jaw be shaking by how much i took
No not enough
Look, okay

This like a minotaur versus a little dog
I came through i be making a bop
She got red bottoms like wizard of oz
You’re a porkchop inside a synagogue

There’s not much use for you, no appliance
I’m in my super suit, ice is gliding
Heisenberg, that’s the sh#t that they liking
Came like isis, they all in hiding

Aye aye aye, i don’t think they surviving
An eye for an eye til the vision is blinding
My oh my, the dead they be rising
This is a seance, isn’t this exciting

I want a b#tch with big t#tt#es like danielle bregoli
Or, my dog, like campbell naomi
I tell her spin it round, drop it down, roly poly
Either way, all the b#tches are on me

I don’t got a louie bag
But i got expensive taste
I just know that stunting on you f#cking roaches is a waste
Please don’t let me get too mad

Fore i’m airing out this place
Please don’t look me in my eyes
Please don’t look me in my face
I don’t got a louie bag

But i got expensive taste
I just know that stunting on you f#cking roaches is a waste
Please don’t let me get too mad
Fore i’m airing out this place

Please don’t look me in my eyes
Please don’t look me in my face
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From the album:
The Neverending Mixtape, Vol. 1 [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021