Songtext Yezzir Yung Berg

Yezzir

(Verse 1)
I done been around the world
Getting money and rocking these shows
Shit I had a rubber deal
How I be fucking these hoes
Might've fucked your bigger mom
Or really nobody knows
Rolling off in that molly puttin white girl in her nose
Penthouse in the louse
Drop hanging that rose
Pouring up the patrone
Throw it back you're boss
Back stage in a pageant show she taking off her clothes
Came out with a fuck nigga
Left for me and she chose

(Verse 2)
I'm riding around in my skateboard
I'm still pulling these bitches
I should've had a girlfriend
But I'm too busy with these bitches
Her brain good she gifted
Can't see you haters bad vision
And my swag is on point
Like Steve now she's positioned
She working and I'm working
My verses are perfect
And my stacks are big
But they look bigger in person
My flow sick and need nurses
When she suck my dick she get nervous
I make her act like a virgin
She say what the fuck! she cursing

(Hook)
Wanna swag like me, yes sir!
Pop tags like me, yes sir!
Gimme a bag like me, yes sir!
Got bitches , say what
Got a bitch roving up perk
Bitch throwing up syrup
Know I'm living that life
Tyler niggas say what
I'm rolling off on molly and I'm feeling good
Said I'm rolling off on molly and I'm feeling good
Wanna swag like me, yes sir!
Gimme a bag like me, yes sir!
Pop tags like me, yes sir!
Got bitches , say what

(Verse 3)
Say alot of people been talking shit
But I don't hear it y'all on my call drive
Vents on , long socks
Look like I listen up punk rock
Take your bitch , lock her down
Only thing missing is a mug shot
All these diamonds on and need sun block
I be on the street like a bus stop
You scur, you stay in
I got more rocks than cave men
This bitch I'm with she a straight can
What I spend in the club could've paid rent
Pay rent? I could've pay rent
They be like, how the fuck you stay rich
You get your bitch tall she suck my dick good
I made a hotel, no days in

(Verse 4)
Came through with them cool bitches
Y'all know I be stuntin
Weed game, too crazy
Six hundred an onion
Niggas talking too crazy
And did nor see nothing
All thes flacks up in my crib
Brush my teeth and say fuck 'em
Riding with a bitch name Tuke
Feeling like Davey Ruffie
Trying to kick me up out the groom
Beast niggas say fuck 'em
BO boy and I'm pressure
Flocka flame I'm bustin
At these at these at these at these
Niggas motherfucker

(Hook)
Wanna swag like me, yes sir!
Pop tags like me, yes sir!
Gimme a bag like me, yes sir!
Got bitches , say what
Got a bitch roving up perk
Bitch throwing up syrup
Know I'm living that life
Tyler niggas say what
I'm rolling off on molly and I'm feeling good
Said I'm rolling off on molly and I'm feeling good
Wanna swag like me, yes sir!
Gimme a bag like me, yes sir!
Pop tags like me, yes sir!
Got bitches , say what