Eric Reprid — Yellow Kid

[Hook] Call me yellow demon always creeping on the avenue Call like hello, screaming in the mic like what the fuck is new I'm that Jello needing window peeping kid who spit the truth Who don't meddle with the metal 'cause a camera all I shoot Call me yellow demon always creeping on the avenue Call like hello screaming in the mic like what the fuck is new I'm that Jello needing window peeping kid who spit the truth Who don't meddle with the metal 'cause a camera all I shoot [Verse 1] Draped in black, my skin yellow bring it back to 2010 How you been, I been at it I just need to get it in I see them tryna' end us but you need like 20 men They got ten, sleep till ten, my whole camp all live in tents Tug on string like she a banjo then she leave, I gave a fuck With my hand out that's a man down I stand up like what the fuck Took a month just to fix that shit now I be back on track That was 16 this time I'mma finish, just know thats a fact Need some racks on racks on racks Why they look like they got waxed Let that shit stay in the past and I go get myself a pack, yea Sip brown till I'm numb This don't make shit fun Lets just make shit dumb Icing on my gums One day copping some, hey Her name might be Julie Don't know, keep it movin' Got snacks like I'm Scooby Get stoned, eyes like rubies Long talk in jacuzzis, yea I keep making lists Write down don't do shit Act like living dead Too much in my head Nothing said [Hook] Call me yellow demon always creeping on the avenue Call like hello, screaming in the mic like what the fuck is new I'm that Jello needing window peeping kid who spit the truth Who don't meddle with the metal 'cause a camera all I shoot Call me yellow demon always creeping on the avenue Call like hello screaming in the mic like what the fuck is new I'm that Jello needing window peeping kid who spit the truth Who don't meddle with the metal 'cause a camera all I shoot [Verse 2] Stay inside, don't leave this couch This my house On some freaky shit Bitch don't run that mouth Ain't no race Fuck you talking 'bout? I just need a taste Get that wraith Then I'm driving out Pay to get that fade Every day Sip that lemonade, yea Lil' blonde bitch she text me, not impressive just stress me out Best act right when I done lift off and you run back tryna' seek me out No coming back Play the field like some running backs They gon' be like "Why you acting brash?" Fucking bitch, she can't handle that A useless set, yea My phone might be dead Don't check, I live instead Make bread then reinvest They watching all my steps When they flow they need floaties When I'm the GOAT they'll notice Next bitch ain't a gift I chose it Work till my wrist be frozen And my teeth be golden Shades on my eyes like Lennon Late night I lose my focus Act out I ain't pretendin' I whip the Honda down the road to hit the studio Got GPS, I'm not lost boy, I ain't no Rufio