Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song YKTS, artist - Sheck Wes. Date of issue: 30.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
YKTS |
| Still in this bitch with the same niggas I came with |
| I’ma be honest, I don’t feel no pain |
| I can’t even see you through my shades, bitch |
| On the West Coast with a bad bitch in my coupe |
| She’s used to the gangbangers |
| On the East Coast with the Less gang |
| On the block plottin', thinking 'bout what we takin' (Yeah) |
| On the road though, gettin' checks, uh |
| What a young nigga makin', uh |
| I’ve been close to the angels, running away from Satan (Uh) |
| Asalamalakim (Uh) |
| I bring home the bacon, young Sheck Wes |
| I do not do Haram (Uh), I eat the halal (Uh) |
| Pork, I ain’t never taste it |
| Never had a nine to five or had the late shift |
| Moms had to work so I had to raise me (Uh) |
| 'Cause shit was really hard (Uh), it’s different for us |
| Anything I wanted, had to take it |
| Yeah |
| Damn |
| I gotta go and get mine (Bitch) |
| I catch planes and catch flights (Catch flights, bitch) |
| I just copped a new ride (New ride) |
| Used to finesse MTA for the swipe (Swipe me) |
| Now it’s different for us when I slide (Slide, bitch) |
| Put this shit down, bitch I’m stife |
| Gang got guns and knives (Lost Boys) |
| I’m from New York baby, you’ll get sliced (Knife gang) |
| Buck fifty baby, on sight (On sight, ow) |
| I want horsepower, I don’t want the ice (Want the ice) |
| I used to lust and do bad crime (Lust gang) |
| Now they put me in the New York Times (New York Times) |
| Bring tears right to my mother eyes |
| Play with my mother things, you’ll die (You'll die pussy) |
| Gettin' that chicken, Popeye’s (Popeye's) |
| Green like spinach, Popeye (Popeye) |
| Pull up, Sheck Wes pop eyes |
| I don’t touch bitches, but I pop guys (I pop 'em) |
| Light up my blunt and get high (Higher) |
| If shit get crunk, I’ma rise (I'ma rise) |
| I pull up on arrival (Arrival) |
| You know who discounts with the guys |
| Whole lotta guns like Condoleezza Rice (Yeah) |
| I call the shots like Condoleezza Rice |
| I was in the projects eatin' that rice (Rice) |
| Now a young nigga order wagyu (Bitch) |
| And I got beans up in my rice (My rice) |
| They want me to do the deal |
| If you ain’t got the millions, we can’t sign (I'll wait) |
| Tell David, they got that chicken (Chicken) |
| We can’t pay the price, ain’t right (At all) |
| Cactus Jack, baby I been winnin' (Jack) |
| Man, that done changed my life (Facts) |
| Always keep a bad bitch, we gotta hide (Gotta hide) |
| Got a whole lotta worms in my colon (In my colon) |
| Deer shades all on my eyes (My eyes) |
| Can’t pull up on arrival (Yeah) |
| And you know the scouts with the guys |
| You know the scouts with the guys |
| You know the scouts with the guys |
| You know the scouts with the guys (Bitch) |