Yessir by Tharealek Lyrics
[Prod. Twayne the Kidd]
[Intro]
Aye, aye
Nah’m sayin, aye
(Yeah)
[Verse 1: tharealek]
Hop in a coup, and I make shit skrt (skrt)
I was down bad, had to make shit work
You know I’m outside, abouta make these serves
I got Turtle Pie cause I’m done with the Zerbert
If he wanna talk we could take shit further (damn)
Twayne cookin up beats like Murda
Who else doin’ this shit- unheard of
I’m off a bean in the Bean, you heard it
Feel like Steph Curry with that 30
Sippin’ on Sprite cause I got a lil dirty
Like Tiger Woods bouta hit a lil birdie
Damn like KD, know that boy got a burner
Told that boy fall back, likе his name Evan Turner
I’ve been ballin out sincе Pop Werner-
Damn, it’s been too long I meant Pop Warner
Real life know I’m bout this shit
Countin’ racks in the back of a Benz
I might just drop me the top to get in
And you know I got shooters, ain’t talkin’ a lens
Dunk on a bitch and I’m bendin’ the rim
Shout out my young boy, that’s Slim Rim
I’m with Tommy Chronic, and we smokin’ exotic
Told em’ pull up for the one time, you know we got it
Ayeeee (uh, uh)
Fuck with me I get bossy baby (uh, uh, uh)
Make these calls like Gotti baby (uh, uh, uh)
I know that they ain’t really bout it baby (they ain’t bout it)
Got four O’s like an Audi baby (uh)
Check me out
[Intro]
Aye, aye
Nah’m sayin, aye
(Yeah)
[Verse 1: tharealek]
Hop in a coup, and I make shit skrt (skrt)
I was down bad, had to make shit work
You know I’m outside, abouta make these serves
I got Turtle Pie cause I’m done with the Zerbert
If he wanna talk we could take shit further (damn)
Twayne cookin up beats like Murda
Who else doin’ this shit- unheard of
I’m off a bean in the Bean, you heard it
Feel like Steph Curry with that 30
Sippin’ on Sprite cause I got a lil dirty
Like Tiger Woods bouta hit a lil birdie
Damn like KD, know that boy got a burner
Told that boy fall back, likе his name Evan Turner
I’ve been ballin out sincе Pop Werner-
Damn, it’s been too long I meant Pop Warner
Real life know I’m bout this shit
Countin’ racks in the back of a Benz
I might just drop me the top to get in
And you know I got shooters, ain’t talkin’ a lens
Dunk on a bitch and I’m bendin’ the rim
Shout out my young boy, that’s Slim Rim
I’m with Tommy Chronic, and we smokin’ exotic
Told em’ pull up for the one time, you know we got it
Ayeeee (uh, uh)
Fuck with me I get bossy baby (uh, uh, uh)
Make these calls like Gotti baby (uh, uh, uh)
I know that they ain’t really bout it baby (they ain’t bout it)
Got four O’s like an Audi baby (uh)
Check me out