ATL SMOOK - Yes! lyrics

[Intro] Yes, yeah Yeah, yeah, woah That's your hoe, bet she coming up missing Yeah, yeah [Chorus] Girl I wanna' know where you going You way too bad, I'm tryna' buy you Rick Owens Look at my wrist, know it's snowing Countin' these racks how I start my morning Countin' so long it got boring Don't do the beer, only lean what I'm pouring I'm drippin' I'm feelin' important When I let this sh*t bang I ain't giving no warning Yes, yes, I put diamonds on her chest Yes, yes, I fu*ked her, she say I'm the best Yes, yes, I'm countin' these racks, I don't stress Yes, yes, with these racks I might make me a mess [Verse] Rodeo drivе in the Bentley I did that likе 2016 I'm a rude boy, I'm not friendly Some of my ni**as bang big B's I pull out my dick and she kissin' me That's your hoe, bet she coming up missing These clothes that I'm rockin' they fitting (ClayCo, cook it up!) These racks in my pants they ain't fitting He tried to draw drown like I'm not the one I'm like boy you must be kidding b*tch I'm the number one stunna No laxative, on these ni**as I'm sh*tting Big 41 on my wrist, yeah it's froze but somehow that b*tch keep ticking I got them blue hundreds straight out the ATM, I can't count it cause they sticking [Chorus] Girl I wanna' know where you going You way too bad, I'm tryna' buy you Rick Owens Look at my wrist, know it's snowing Countin' these racks how I start my morning Countin' so long it got boring Don't do the beer, only lean what I'm pouring I'm drippin' I'm feelin' important When I let this sh*t bang I ain't giving no warning Yes, yes, I put diamonds on her chest Yes, yes, I fu*ked her, she say I'm the best Yes, yes, I'm countin' these racks, I don't stress Yes, yes, with these racks I might make me a mess [Outro] (ClayCo cook it up!)