Yessir

My new brat looking like she's Suzie Crabgrass
She cut lines like a fast pass
Alas, I couldn't get the pass so I couldn't smash
Tell me when my jazz rap will finally make that ass clap
Flashback when I couldn't write a simple hook
Now I'm just a Cole copy like Quinn Cook
Or Tob Harris
My flow careless so go cherish my gold lyrics
That cold spirit that ghost hearing
Saw Satan and he say hi
Quit hating on my day job
You ate seed like the playoffs
Now you hate me cause I shoot like a Trae shot
You can't play God
Get burned like you're Madeoff
Now you're scared cause you see what I made off a couple of beats I found on YouTube
You dudes looking at me coocoo
My train of thought goes choo-choo

Can we rock for a minute
Can we, can we rock for a minute
Yessir, yessir, say yesa yesa yessir
Can we rock for a minute?
Can we, can we rock for a minute
Yessir, yessir, say yesa yesa yessir

City on my back looking like I'm Nick Foles
And motherfuckers still wanna shit talk
Got a dog mask just in case you're pissed off
Then I bark fast looking like a pitbull
Or Rottweiler, you're not flyer, I caught fire
You're all tired, I'm all timer, you're Alzheimer's
Just forget the fact that I'm a hard rhymer
You speak a can of bull looking like you are Dahmer
Me, I keep it cool as cucumbers
Competing on any beat with any newcomers
My new shit crack, probably need a few plumbers
No streams like a problem with your prostate, can you prove numbers
A true gunner like I'm Chris Kyle
I know you miss style
My new shit vile
And I pile on top with everything that I got
Looking at what I have dropped like why the fuck would I stop

Can we rock for a minute
Can we, can we rock for a minute
Yessir, yessir, say yesa yesa yessir
Can we rock for a minute
Can we, can we rock for a minute
Yessir, yessir, say yesa yesa yessir



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Dashevsky
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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