Yessirski (V1) lyrics

[Intro: 21 Savage & Jamie Foxx]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Straight up
Straight up, straight up
Straight up, straight up
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Straight up, straight up
Straight up, straight up

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Uh, don't play with my slatt, yeah (Slime)
Keepin' that 9, hold up, yeah
Double 09, yeah
She ain't badder than mine, yeah
Yeah, my b*tch is a dime, yo (Dime)
Can't dress like this, uh (Slatt)
Put a bag on a b*tch, uh (Yeah)
Put a bag on a lick, yeah (Yeah)
Got a bag full of bricks, yeah (Yeah)
Came in with a b*tch, uh (Uh)
What you know about licks? Uh (What you know 'bout licks?)
What you know about X? Uh (Know 'bout X?)
And I sound like SEX (Slatt)
My b*tch complex, yeah
Lil' shawty the best, yeah
I'm in the brand new McLaren (Slatt)
And my seats all red, yeah
I got some brand new TECs, yeah (Yeah)
We on some brand new red, huh
Pushin' this sh*t real fast, huh (Real fast)
Shawty gon' f*ck with a model, huh
f*ck around, big big bag (Bag)
Young rich n*gga, can't doubt 'em (Brr, sh*t, ah)

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
I'm gon' splash on 'em
Off a Xan, when I pop, I'ma drag on 'em
Ksubi jeans filled with bands, so they sag on me
n*ggas actin' fake as f*ck, I'm not your homie
I do this by my lonely
Ballin' out like a New Guard
Shootin' on these hoes, like a Point Guard, uh
n*ggas know, who really in charge
Yellow bone b*tch, lookin' like Mars
She gon' take my heart
I done took a drug, took it too far
I be high as hell, wherever you are
Yeah, wherever you are
Yeah, I don't wanna pour

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Hit your main b*tch, yessirski (On God)
Doin' donuts in the 6, yessirski (On God)
You got engaged but she still wanna slurp-ski (Straight up)
She double-tap my pictures, she so flirty (Straight up, straight up)
Draco with the drum and it's dirty (21, 21)
Pineapple crush, it's so dirty (Yeah)
Come and get your b*tch, she so thirsty (She is)
I'm finna pass her to the gang, yessirski (21)
[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
(Yessirski)
f*ck n*gga came in his house (Woah)
I ain't panic, no, I ain't hide (Yeah)
I ain't know the b*tch was your bride
He tried to argue with me, then he got fired (Bah)
I ain't wanna cap or lie (No)
And me and her don't got ties (Ties)
Watch how I walk, how I slide (Woah)
Put your girlfriend on the block list, 1600 Suicide Squad (Ayy)
These n*ggas tryna have beef with me, I don't even like sh*t that's fried (Yeah)
Broke n*gga never paid five hunnid for some cod
b*tch, got my speakers up too loud, yeah
Two-door coupe, I'ma ride (Skrrt)
Got your b*tch ridin' shotgun, give me head nods, yeah
I'm in the stu' all day, yeah
I can go verse for a verse, yeah
I don't even pray 'cause I'm cursed, woah
This for a Glock, not a purse, yeah
These n*ggas fakin' they life, yeah
These n*ggas takin' fake Perc', no
I know they stomachs all hurt
di*k too deep, her stomach hurt (Woah)
Put that boy right on a shirt (Woah)

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
I hit your main b*tch, yessirski (On God)
Doin' donuts in the 6, yessirski (On God)
You got engaged but she still wanna slurp-ski (Straight up)
She double-tap my pictures, she so flirty (Straight up, straight up)
Draco with the drum and it's dirty (21, 21)
Pineapple crush, it's so dirty (Yeah)
Come and get your b*tch, she so thirsty (She is)
I'm finna pass her to the gang, yessirski (21)
[Verse 4: 21 Savage]
Glenwood Road, I'm poppin' (Yeah)
n*gga, f*ck the opps, I'm poppin' (Yeah)
Call them n*ggas flies, they droppin' (21)
Drop it in the bowl, it's lockin' (Facts)
Straight up out the 6, I'm c*cky (Racks)
Almost went hollow off on Austin (Yeah)
Block get hot like Takis (On God)
I'ma dope-boy, you a jockey (21)
None of y'all n*ggas can stop me (Nah)
f*ckin' with the Crips, on God-y (On God)
b*tch, don't spit, just swallow it (Yeah)
Hit your baby mama, she follow me (Yeah, yeah)
Hit him with the stick, he hollerin' (21)
21 Al-Qaeda, I'm Taliban (Yeah)
Y'all lil' n*ggas be gossipin' (21)
Y'all fly Spirit, I'm charterin' (21)

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yessirski