Yung Berg, Mia Rey & Jordan Hollywood - Yezzir lyrics

(Verse 1) I done been around the world Getting money and rocking these shows sh** I had a rubber deal How I be f**ing these hoes Might've f**ed 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 f** n***a Left for me and she chose (Verse 2) sponsored links I'm riding around in my skateboard I'm still pulling these b**hes I should've had a girlfriend But I'm too busy with these b**hes 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 s** my dick she get nervous I make her act like a virgin She say what the f**! she cursing (Hook) Wanna swag like me, yes sir! Pop tags like me, yes sir! Gimme a bag like me, yes sir! Got b**hes , say what Got a b**h roving up perk b**h throwing up syrup Know I'm living that life Tyler n***as 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 b**hes , say what (Verse 3) Say alot of people been talking sh** 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 b**h , 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 b**h 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 f** you stay rich You get your b**h tall she s** my dick good I made a hotel, no days in (Verse 4) Came through with them cool b**hes Y'all know I be stuntin Weed game, too crazy Six hundred an onion n***as talking too crazy And did nor see nothing All thes flacks up in my crib Brush my teeth and say f** 'em Riding with a b**h name Tuke Feeling like Davey Ruffie Trying to kick me up out the groom Beast n***as say f** 'em BO boy and I'm pressure Flocka flame I'm bustin At these at these at these at these n***as motherf**er (Hook) Wanna swag like me, yes sir! Pop tags like me, yes sir! Gimme a bag like me, yes sir! Got b**hes , say what Got a b**h roving up perk b**h throwing up syrup Know I'm living that life Tyler n***as 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 b**hes , say what