Yessir Lyrics

H: Lames out the way

Plays in my face

Get the pape, then I skate feeling like yessir

Fiend for the green

Hustle with the ease

Getting to the cheese feeling like yessir

Eyes on the prize

Mind on the grind

Know it's my time feeling like yessir

O's getting blowed

Eighths to the dome

Eyes low got me feeling like yessir

V1: Ain't talking loot then you thew, got cabbage, we got action

Presence a privilege, wouldn't see me if I wasn't rappin

I fully curate everything you see me making happen

Call it bossy or call it bougie, but you can't call it average

Been on my job, staying on my purpose

Ain't coming up on accident, boy I'm the shit on purpose

Don't mean to make em nervous, byproduct of being me

Like balling on accident, byproduct of getting cheese, get it?

I ain't got patience, I got a problem with waiting

Back on top of my gaming, got problems with time wasted

She say she be craving me but I be some type of playing

Sent her back home, turnt out, turnt up, full of libations

Now I'm skating, you broke but you still hitting snooze

I'm telling Siri wake me up at such and such to some blues

Gotta groove, ion sit around waiting for work

Love rapping only reason y'all don't wait for a verse

H: Lames out the way

Plays in my face

Get the pape, then I skate feeling like yessir

Fiend for the green

Hustle with the ease

Getting to the cheese feeling like yessir

Eyes on the prize

Mind on the grind

Know it's my time feeling like yessir

O's getting blowed

Eighths to the dome

Eyes low got me feeling like yessir

V1: Damn, I got em literally sick

They tapped out, can't beat em? Tap inwardly bitch

I got my mind made up, grind done changed up

Yo reason and season over, my line done changed up nigga

Been shining, been ahead, still ain't break a sweat

Been counting, it's whatever Ben Franklin says

You make the bed, lay on it, or hit the ground

Me? I'm making sure them sheets got a band on the count nigga

I grind stupidly, dimes gotta get used to it

She on my line tryna get time to slide thru to me

Grind with my kind we shining congruently

You odd, stay sidelined, gotta keep continuity

Touched racks, bucks back, where my fucks at

Rug rat don't play with nut sacks, give my nut back

Clutch bag, nug tax they like what's that

This that mhm, yessir, tell a friend a come back

H: Lames out the way

Plays in my face

Get the pape, then I skate feeling like yessir

Fiend for the green

Hustle with the ease

Getting to the cheese feeling like yessir

Eyes on the prize

Mind on the grind

Know it's my time feeling like yessir

O's getting blowed

Eighths to the dome

Eyes low got me feeling like yessir