Jay Samuelz – Yuck. Lyrics

[Chorus:]
Get hyped up
Dislike us, tell a bish, Bite dust
Huh? What? Y’all f#cked up
Tryna be slick, y’all can kiss my nuts
She on my D, oh my, zero I trust
T-O-Y with him ’til a B-O-Y cuffed
Dissed my luck the minute I struck
Now drip so much, this shit might rust, yuck. X2

Y’all lackin’ follow through, bish, I don’t follow suit
I’d rather wear that shit paired with designer shoes
Mainly to vary my carpet appearances
Hear that it bothers you, tryna compare
Said I need a style more rare on air
While their protégé is au contraire, so yeah
Blogs ain’t see me—don’t care
Bag so fat, might call a concierge.

[Chorus.]

Y’all gon’ be skeptical (Uh)
Wrote a hit song to a metronome
Really gon’ count on my deficits?
I’ma keep countin’ my decimals
Listen, don’t get it twisted
Digits and fits that prestigious ain’t what is about
Had to humble haters front with their clout
Sick of you runnin’ your mouth.

[Repeat Chorus.] X2