Izaya Tiji - Yes.. lyrics

Yeah yes, yes
Yes, the percs yes, the lean
Yes, yes yes, the percs
Yes, the lean yes, yes
Yes, the bands yes, the xans
Yes, yes yes, yes

(yeah, yeah) i don't want to give no fuck
Walk in the mall and I could get cut
I know he psychic 'cause I get the buzz
I'm off a perc baby, I'm stuck
Not a rat, but I keep that cheese
Brand new jeans, they Number (N) ine's
My bitch got a big ol' BB
Top tier baby, you's a top seed
My nigga want to thou'
You know I keep that fye on me
Don't underestimate me
Because I keep some cash on me

Yeah walk in that hood, he getting juug'ed
Look at that boy, he's not good
We eat good so we sleep good
When I step 'round baby, I get the kush
No chef, but that nigga could cook
I get the bucks mommy, like look
We in a LA jumping in a pool
I want yo' bitch and we getting rude
Don't talk to me 'cause nigga, you food
I remember I had nothing but jewels
Money stand tall, step on a stool
Bimmer i8, I get the goo
It's a 45, it make you poof
SRT, make your move
We get your bitch, she can't choose
She want the gang and that's cool
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I know you got a lot to lose
My bitch, might do you
Target like a candy cane, get the loops
We with yo' bitch, choo-choo
We scan that boy, oops
Where's his bitch boy, don't get a clue
Don't got a chance, he gonna lose
Choppa bullets, drop him down like a nuke
Tie that bag, tie that noose
Took his shit, now he worth a suit
I am a veteran, he just a rookie
That boy off a xan, now, he can't loot
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah)

Yes, yes yes, the percs
Yes, the lean yes, yes
Yes, the percs yes, the lean
Yes, yes (Brrat) yes, the bands
Yes, the xans yes, yes
Yes, yes (Brrat, brrat, brrat)