Yuck! - Chopped Not Slopped

Yuck Daddy! Yuck!

Yuck Daddy! Yuck!

Uh, cut the top off, call it Amber Rose

Just bought a big body, time to paint the toes

Known to act a donkey on the camel-toe

Then take the camel-toe and turn it into casserole

2 Chainz talkin' on the flake's phone

Poof! Just like that the whole check gone

Former posturepedic I was slept on

So many chains on it look like my neck gone

My girl came through and brought an extra body

Now that's an after party for the after party

Two-gun game, all black Ferrari

His and her Armani, put it in her tummy

And yeah, the bread good if the head good

Before benihana's it was canned goods

Before canned goods it was similac

I'm from where they send sharks then we send 'em back

A half a million dollars worth of crack money

Wrap your parents up, now you got a black mommy

Yeah I did it, true to my religion

Two guns on me, both with extensions

If you on the pole, play your position

I got enough dough to pay your tuition

Corduroy trues, with the skull cap

I just woke up, tell me where the drugs at

And after the drugs, where the girls at

And after the guns, where the love at

And if it ain't no love, I'm like fuck that

Nigga I'm so dope, you could catch a fuckin' contact

Good weed, bad bitch

Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt

Woah, I seen it all before

The bitch got a man, but she schemin' on the low

How it go? It go, fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas

My homies got the blickers, automatics no clickers

Huh? Codeine, no liquor

Man, life is a bitch, mine is a gold digger

I'm fucked, let's fuck

She said she on her period, I said, "Yuck"

I called another bopper, I beat it like a copper

Two big chain, one big chopper, bitch

I got the chopper for the correspondence

The codeine got me standin' horizontal

I had enough of the broken promises

So I'm in a room full of Pocahontas-es

And this shit is of the meat rack

Weed sack, big car, layin' with my seat back

We next, weed never left, holla, we back

All this ice on my and my niggas playing freeze tag

Lord forgive me, this my fourth foreign

If you baby daddy lame, you should forewarn him

I come through with the yapper on

Turn that nigga into hot bologna

I'm the type of nigga cop a Rollie, cop a benz, cop a two

Then wear it all to Church, nigga Hallelu'

Uh, I'm from the trap where the block'll pay you

Me and my nigga pass your ho like a hot potato

I be like you could get her, he be like you could get her

I be like you could have her, he be like you could have her

He be like, it don't matter, I be like, me neither

Uh, my old school got twenty-sixes on it

And I got your girl kissin' on me

Yuck Daddy! Yuck!

Yuck Daddy! Yuck!

Yuck-yuck-yuck Daddy!

Two big chain, one big chopper

Two big chain, one big chopper

Two big chain, one big chopper

Two big chain, one big chopper, bitch