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

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

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

Ooh-oh mm mm

Ooh-oh woah woah yeah

You a yes man I'm a rich boy

Throw some D's 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 is hustlers pimps players and don dadas

Oh

Yeah

Yeah yeah

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

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

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

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

How don't you get out your feelings

Middle fingers to these niggas

They wanna see me turn to the villain

Either way though I'ma kill 'em

When they tried to tell me "No"

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

Yes

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When they tried to tell me "No" I said "No ************ yes"

Huh

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**** 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' 3P wave

I ain't droppin' no dime you boys cheapskates

And I'm stickin' to the chords no PGA

H*es plottin' on me that's so cliché

Five-star suite five-star general yeah ***** and I'm goin' AWOL

AWOL

How the **** a young nigga got his whole logo

On a jersey and a nigga don't play ball

Stupid niggas been like "Where you been"

All I said "The ****** 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 step to the code niggas 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 matrinomy where 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

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When they tried to tell me "No" I said "No ************ yes"

Huh

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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

No we ******* it up like Elvis

No broke talk gold 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 assets just built pyramids for sure

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

**** on 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"