YES Lyrics

Woah

Yea

Heat it up

Uh

Hey

Woo

I told you man, I told you

Don't fuck wit me

I told you, no fucking kids

Na but you wouldn't listen

You stupid Fuck

Look at you now

She give me top, spectacular

Seeing all red like a matador

Been dishin them carts like a caddy boy

Ain't got bread on my top what you capping for?

I get focused real quick imma addyi boy

We got sticks in the trap let em all deploy

On my Ps and my Qs not an honor boy

Tryna take all his shit tryna stop the boy

We do not fuck wit the cops

Been at the top

Clean that boy up wit a mop

She play wit my rocks she ain't ready to stop

Toting the block tryna catch us an opp

Gas pack reefer this shit make you knock

Y'all niggas tryna be something you not

Swear that y'all tryna get left at the drop

Free my pops in the box

Am I gon swerve out the lot?

Yes

Yes, yes

(I told you man, I told you)

Yes, yes

(Don't fuck wit me)

Checks, checks

(Na but you wouldn't listen)

Checks, checks

(You stupid fuck, look at you now)

When I get pissed, I use the tech

(Bag on yo head)

Dip from the Feds, I could finesse

Clean up the mess that went on in that Lexus

I'm tryna blow all this bread on investments

We bouta catch him, we is not lackin

(Stupid)

He bought a Smith and Wesson

Got a shooter way out in the west end

You get paid for just being in my presence

Even family gon hate and it's evident

(They ain't getting me, ain't got no evidence)

Talking hot then we might have to spin again

Get it in, I got the sauce like a pasta pan

Diamonds turn up, my money gon hit a dance

(Choppa impediments)

Stu-stu-stu-studdering

Now I'm on top all these hoes get to buttering

Niggas be hatin, I call em Joe Budden

Dopeboi owe you none

Trappin all night till a nigga see the sun

Goin in raw, give a fuck I'm bouta nut

Goin wit the SRT or the truck

Nigga so pussy he ain't even tryna buck

(I know)

(I know)

Yes, yes

Yes, yes

Checks, checks

Checks, checks

(Woah, yea)

What you think, I'm a fucking worm like you?