Yes (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Milan Beker/Rogét Chahayed/Terius Gesteelde-Diamant/Isaac De Boni/Michael Mulé/Sean Anderson/Emmanuel Nickerson/Enoch Rich Harris III/Welbon Morris Jr./Myles Satterfield/Travis Walton/Aaron Booe/Julian Harris/Markus Randle/Eric Bellinger/Jazz Cartier

Composed by：Milan Beker/Rogét Chahayed/Terius Gesteelde-Diamant/Isaac De Boni/Michael Mulé/Sean Anderson/Emmanuel Nickerson/Enoch Rich Harris III/Welbon Morris Jr./Myles Satterfield/Travis Walton/Aaron Booe/Julian Harris/Markus Randle/Eric Bellinger/Jazz Cartier

Produced by：FNZ/Mano/Lil Rich/OG Webbie/Milan Beker/Myles T/Teddy Walton/Aaron Bow/Rogét Chahayed/Terius Gesteelde-Diamant/Big Sean

Ooh-ooh mmm-mm

Ooh-ooh

Whoa whoa yeah

You a yes man I'm a rich boy

Throw some Ds on her

I'm a breast man I'ma skeet on her make a mess

And she gon' look up to me I'm who she proud of

I come from where it's hustlers pimps players and don dadas

Yeah

Yeah yeah

New **** might get spooky had to bring the ways back

Stupid lil' ***** wan' reminisce about some **** from way back

When you slackin' on the job that's when they try and take that

Niggas really think they cutthroat 'cause they talkin' out they necks

Why don't you get out yo' feelings

Middle fingers to these niggas

They wanna see me turn to the villain

Either way though I'm a killer

When they tried to tell me "No"

I said "No ************ yes"

Yes huh yes huh yes huh yes huh

Yes huh yes huh yes huh yes huh

Yes tch yes huh yes huh

When they tried to tell me "No"

I said "No ************ yes" huh

Yes huh yes huh yes huh

**** you mean

My life real GTA

And I need a payment in ETH

Right now the ************ ETA

And I be the champ nigga year after year after year

Yeah I'm goin' three-peat wave

I ain't droppin' no dime you boys cheapskates

And I'm stickin' to the course no PGA

H*es plottin' on me that's so cliché

Five-star suite five-star general yeah *****

And I'm goin' AWOL

AWOL

Done seen more racks than an eight-ball

Don life logo on the jersey like I play ball

Stupid niggas been like "What you been on"

I said "A ******* rocket *****

I'm 'bout to go take off"

Take off

***** I'ma fly my own PJ **** you mean

Top flight security of the world Craig

Goofy-a*s highs

Niggas got my name in they mouth

'Cause I'm all in their girl head

I stuck to the code boy they can't decode me

If they pushin' my buttons it's code red

Twenty thousand ******* prayin' that we break up

You that nigga why you sleepin'

I'm him when I wake up

Yeah holy matrimony way I stack the cake up

This right here the realest game I probably ever gave up

When they tried to tell me "No"

I said "No ************ yes"

Yes huh yes huh yes huh yes huh

Yes huh yes huh yes huh yes huh

Yes tch yes huh yes huh

When they tried to tell me "No"

I said "No ************ yes" huh

Yes huh yes huh yes huh

Yes

Yeah

Whoa whoa what the ****

What the ****

Yes

I would rather give y'all my soul

I don't have to sell it

Might take a piss off your rap Mount Rushmore after I scale it

Blue strips when I do hit the strip

Know we ******* it up like Elvis

No broke talk G.O.A.T. talk

Money talkin' to me

Like I don't need no ************* therapist

Brought it right back to the crib like it's nowhere else to go

I was in North Carolina throwin' up them pyramids with Hov

Confirmation that my ancestors built pyramids fasho

Nothin' happens by coincidence it's written in the scrolls

******* wifey types like h*es

I can't even put on my clothes ***** I gotta go

Pockets so deep it implodes

Who keepin' up with the score

I don't plateau

Niggas back up in that mode

And I don't weigh no pros or no cons

'Cause I only know pros

**** what you sellin' me

I lay the play down to run this *****

I think they tellin' me "No"