YESSA Lyrics by Summrs
BADMAN (I’m a rich ***, you was poppin’ since Celine), Mafioso, Mafia
(It’s that Mafia ***, baby, you should put back on your team)
(Every day clean, when I pop out in the sink)
(Yee-ha)
You better not try and play me (Yee-ha)
I’ma sit back in that, Glock, everything gravy when I slay, yeah
I’m so player (Yee-ha)
Yeah, my *** is so thick, she got them layers (Yee-ha)
I got zero tolerance, yeah, *** a trader
Lil’ baby, I’m the richest in the club (Yee-ha)
Yeah, my pockets dumb as *** (Yee-ha), what the ***?
*** thought he was one of us
Shut the *** off (Yee-ha), I’ll get you touched up
She see these diamonds on my chain (Yee-ha)
Gotta love the game, now she gon’ come up out them scrubs
Diamonds speakin’ to the *** like lecture (Yee-ha), gotta bless ya (Yee-ha)
And I got that four-nick’ on me, ***, not backup (Oh no)
These pretty *** won’t *** you unless yo’ check up (Yee-ha, hey)
She put that *** on me (Yee-ha), my shirt messed up
K got me so sideways in the H (Yee-ha, yee-ha)
Swingin’ bars in the days, yeah (Suh)
I can see you *** in your face (Yee-ha)
I put a [?] up (Yee-ha), and now this lil’ *** look amazed up (Yee-ha)
*** that’ll love for ya
She eat the *** off like The Last Of Us
I’ma get hard before you get in trouble
*** you niggas, I’ma trustful ***
I ain’t never worry ’bout you, so
My money up, I just laugh at this ***, ***
There’s yo’ *** wanna ***, come get yo’ ***, ***, huh
I would off my thugs, this Mafia ties, ***
No shooters up in the truck, or get out the ride, *** (Yessa)
I ain’t never give a *** if a *** dead or alive, ***
Rino ain’t never give a *** if he cool with ya [?]
My money so good, I’m actually cool on a ***, yeah
Put my ***’ on the night, I don’t know, let me check Balenci’ check
Never went with the crowds, I always been a misfit
Dobermann all the way, ***, they ain’t never missed a ***
I move too tricky on ’em, it’s hard to find me, ***
She tryna suck me up, she gon’ get slapped in this ***
My ninjas with me, please, don’t get smacked in this ***
I just made two-fifty, I just laugh gettin’ rich, yeah
Dippin’-dappin’ ’round the H, I’m ridin’ slab in this ***
(Payin’ for the hotel, give a *** if I’m tappin’ this ***)
(Yee-ha)
You better not try and play me (Yee-ha)
I’ma sit back in that, Glock, everything gravy when I slay, yeah
I’m so player (Yee-ha)
Yeah, my *** is so thick, she got them layers (Yee-ha)
I got zero tolerance, yeah, *** a trader
Lil’ baby, I’m the richest in the club (Yee-ha)
Yeah, my pockets dumb as *** (Yee-ha), what the ***?
*** thought he was one of us
Shut the *** off (Yee-ha), I’ll get you touched up
She see these diamonds on my chain (Yee-ha)
Gotta love the game, now she gon’ come up out them scrubs
Diamonds speakin’ to the *** like lecture (Yee-ha), gotta bless ya (Yee-ha)
And I got that four-nick’ on me, ***, not backup (Oh no)
These pretty *** won’t *** you unless yo’ check up (Yee-ha, hey)
She put that *** on me (Yee-ha), my shirt messed up
K got me so sideways in the H (Yee-ha, yee-ha)
Swingin’ bars in the days, yeah (Suh)
I can see you *** in your face (Yee-ha)
I put a [?] up (Yee-ha), and now this lil’ *** look amazed up (Yee-ha)
