YESSIR ft. SOG KOJ Lyrics

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, sir Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, sir

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, sir Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, sir

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, sir I go hard when times get hard, I do my best work

I go stupid, I go dumb, I guess I never learn I like dogging bitches, save that lovey-dovey for the birds

Movin' like a veteran, that toolie in my vetemans Woozy with that Uzi, let it loose and then I spin again

Spin again, spin again, spin again, just spin again I feel like the White House, man, my pockets full of presidents

Please don't think this shit for show , don't show off, I'm a blam shit Diamonds on my choker, hokey-pokey, bitch, they dancin

I like fuckin' hoes, lil' Coli and Col don't be romancin' Kobe with that pole, I shoot that shot and that's basket

I'm not like these niggas, fuck these niggas, I'm an alien My money's so long, it got a five-mile radius

spawnin' on the opps with all these glock, this shit spontaneous I need more arms for the flexin, Doc Octavius

Call me Peter Parker, I'm a smoke a opp, just like he Mary Jane Bitch, I gotta carry all these boys, I'm gettin' carried away

Bitch, don't make me pop off in this hoe just like some champagne Call of duty, niggas think I'm doin' campaigns

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, sir Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, sir

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, sir Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, sir

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, sir I go hard when times get hard, I do my best work

I go stupid, I go dumb, I guess I never learn I like dogging bitches, save that lovey-dovey for the birds

Yes, yes, yes, yes, sir I been feelin' like Lil Tay, cause I'm the youngest flexer

Got my lil' bitch tappin' out, with this one move, no wrestler I been slidin' that shit raw, no, I don't use protectors

Ayy, niggas not a lil' cam, O.C. Tay, cause they never be poppin' out I got a bro in the table who brings out the green

And he stay bringin' rockets out like, fahhh,fahhh his ass need a doctor now I just popped the X, now I'm fuckin' my ex, I'm like popped outta socket now

Yes, yes, yes, bitches give me sex, sex If your pussy wet, wet, can't swim, but I got vests, vests

Nike, Nike, wanna fight me, boy, you need a check, check, think I'm the reason they ain't got engine, make em' run with no stretch

It's a price, or your life, so come and shop, bitch We got heats, we got nine, we got forties

Five, five, six, and two, two, threes Try to catch me, I was tired

Shoot, shoot, shoot without a bleed God gon' get to singing

Is this this too much, like this shit tink