Yike It lyrics

[Chorus: Cutty Vibez]
Speed it up, drop it down, b*tch yike it
Yike it, yike it, yike it, yike it
Toot it up, drop it down, b*tch yike it
Yike it, yike it, yike it, yike it
Speed it up, drop it down, b*tch yike it
Yike it, yike it, yike it, yike it
Toot it up, drop it down, b*tch yike it
Yike it, yike it, yike it, yike it

[Verse 1: Cutty Vibez]
Only bad hoes f*ck wit my taste
She a bad one, ooh we get replaced
I’m an as*h*le, the type she gon' taste
I leave her scarred up to triple my 8s
A couple thousand off distro, I’m paid
Hella k's in the whip, I’m too fast for a race
If a nerd talk mainey, I got a switch for a face
Send a b*tch for a play, dumb n*gga finna pay

[Verse 2: Cutty Vibez]
I got lots and lots and lots of dough
When you move like a God, you get lots of hoes
She wanna take my soul like I ain’t died before
Maybe that’s why I’m on, cause morning star took on
Let’s get it back on 13, drop it down quick for me
A nice sip of this patron, bring the rest out for me
I like when I’m f*cked up wit a geek bar near me
If I need to bounce back, pop the yerb right to me aye
[Chorus: Cutty Vibez]
Speed it up, drop it down, b*tch yike it
Yike it, yike it, yike it, yike it
Toot it up, drop it down, b*tch yike it
Yike it, yike it, yike it, yike it
Speed it up, drop it down, b*tch yike it
Yike it, yike it, yike it, yike it
Toot it up, drop it down, b*tch yike it
Yike it, yike it, yike it, yike it

[Verse 3: Slevpy808]
I can’t f*ck with no hoe if she average
She be wearing make up with the filter, she a catfish
Give a f*ck if it’s real or if it’s plastic
Pick it up and drop it back down if you a bad b*tch
Judge, aye can I milly rock?
Cuz this baddie wit a fattie tryna yike it on the c*ck
She tryna see the fit, she wanna eat the di*k
I ask her if she serious, she said "I plead the 5th"
Don’t pull up to the club if you frontin
I'm tryna see some ass and some pus*y and some titties poppin' buttons
If you barely moving hips then you stunted
I’ma get the lube, make it move, then I’ll bust it wide open
And I roll, b*tch cause the squad gone smoke
And I pour the good liquor down your muh'f*cking throat
See the di*k girl? Go and ride it like a bike b*tch
Buss it down low to the floor, baby yike it
[Chorus: Cutty Vibez]
Speed it up, drop it down, b*tch yike it
Yike it, yike it, yike it, yike it
Toot it up, drop it down, b*tch yike it
Yike it, yike it, yike it, yike it
Speed it up, drop it down, b*tch yike it
Yike it, yike it, yike it, yike it
Toot it up, drop it down, b*tch yike it
Yike it, yike it, yike it, yike it