Yessir

My new brat looking like she's Suzie Crabgrass She cut lines like a fast pass Alas, I couldn't get the pass so I couldn't smash Tell me when my jazz rap will finally make that ass clap Flashback when I couldn't write a simple hook Now I'm just a Cole copy like Quinn Cook Or Tob Harris My flow careless so go cherish my gold lyrics That cold spirit that ghost hearing Saw Satan and he say hi Quit hating on my day job You ate seed like the playoffs Now you hate me cause I shoot like a Trae shot You can't play God Get burned like you're Madeoff Now you're scared cause you see what I made off a couple of beats I found on YouTube You dudes looking at me coocoo My train of thought goes choo-choo Can we rock for a minute Can we, can we rock for a minute Yessir, yessir, say yesa yesa yessir Can we rock for a minute? Can we, can we rock for a minute Yessir, yessir, say yesa yesa yessir City on my back looking like I'm Nick Foles And motherfuckers still wanna shit talk Got a dog mask just in case you're pissed off Then I bark fast looking like a pitbull Or Rottweiler, you're not flyer, I caught fire You're all tired, I'm all timer, you're Alzheimer's Just forget the fact that I'm a hard rhymer You speak a can of bull looking like you are Dahmer Me, I keep it cool as cucumbers Competing on any beat with any newcomers My new shit crack, probably need a few plumbers No streams like a problem with your prostate, can you prove numbers A true gunner like I'm Chris Kyle I know you miss style My new shit vile And I pile on top with everything that I got Looking at what I have dropped like why the fuck would I stop Can we rock for a minute Can we, can we rock for a minute Yessir, yessir, say yesa yesa yessir Can we rock for a minute Can we, can we rock for a minute Yessir, yessir, say yesa yesa yessir