Yessirr

Yessirr Lyrics

[Intro]
Down 95
Get f**ked, uh

[Verse 1]
Off top, this for the bad b**ches only
Baby, you got it, come and put that pussy on me
Off top, stop talkin’ like I’m the homie
Baby, you know I’m too poppin’ to be the homie
You finna run me that pussy when I come back home
And when I hit it, you feel it all in your backbone
Off top, come here, baby, I got the tab on
Up top, let me feel it and get my grab on
I know you say you hate niggas, baby, me too
You know I like to see your body in a see-through
You know I like to be about it when I see you
You know I like to be about it when I see you, yeah
She got her hair done, she got her nails did
Look in the mirror, shawty, you know you nailed it
Ain’t even come to work, baby, you bailed it
She know it’s worth waitin’ on, yeah, it still is
I’m a hot boy, nigga, I don’t know how to front
I’m a hot boy, nigga, I just know how to stunt
I’m a professional when it come to this sh*t
I’m a ho-fessional l when it come to a b**ch
‘Cause I ain’t cuffin’ nothin’ baby, I just passed the b**ch
I ain’t cuffin’ nothin’ baby, I’m a savage nigga
I ain’t cuffin’ nothin’, girl, I ain’t no average nigga
‘Cause the dick shut it down, you can ask them b**ches, ayy

[Chorus]
I got new shoes on the ride, baby (I got new shoes on, baby)
I’ma skrrt down 95, baby (Finna skrrt down 95)
I know you see it in my eyes (My eyes)
That I’m lookin’ for a cutie pie
Baby, we ain’t gotta make love (Gotta make love)
And we can cuddle up, yeah (We can cuddle up, yeah)
And if she want me to beat it up (Tonight I’ma beat it up)
Yessir, I’ma beat it up, yeah

[Verse 2]
Keep talkin’, I’ma let you
I’m not a nigga that you come and bring your stress to
I’m not a nigga that you come and try to vent to
I f**k you better than that nigga you confessin’ to
I know it’s on, baby
But I’m squad, baby
And she wanna f**k me and I put that on, baby
When she wanna stop me, I’ma put that on, baby
And I won’t be cuffin’ sh*t, I’ma put that on, baby
I know she get her own money, so I’m yellin’, “Yessir”
Best of both worlds, God, I need to best her
She be on the ‘Gram lookin’ like the next star
Work a real job, wearin’ polyester
She on a nine-five, we tryna slide by
I’m in a big Royce, she on a ’59
Lil’ mama fine fine, I’ma tryna wine, dine
She got a nigga but she f**k me on her side time, ayy

[Chorus]
I got new shoes on the ride, baby, ayy (I got new shoes on, baby)
I’ma skrrt down 95, baby (Finna skrrt down 95)
I know you see it in my eyes (My eyes)
That I’m lookin’ for a cutie pie
Baby, we ain’t gotta make love (Gotta make love)
And we can cuddle up, yeah (We can cuddle up, yeah)
And if she want me to beat it up (Tonight I’ma beat it up)
Yessir, I’ma beat it up, yeah

[Outro]
Your body, my body, yeah
Oh, lil’ mama (Get the best of me)
Control it, don’t fall, lil’ mama (Get the best of me)
Oh, lil’ mama (Oh nah, nah)
Control it, don’t fall, lil’ mama (You’re the best I ever had)
Oh, lil’ mama
Control it, don’t fall, lil’ mama (You’re the best I ever had)
Oh, lil’ mama (Oh)
Control it, don’t fall, lil’ mama (You’re the best I ever had)