Gr3ÿ - YES Lyrics

I come in with finesse, yes, best not waste your bet
Niggas outchea to invest, yes, give a nap about the rest
Chest to chest, it's less, I see these checkers checkin' chess
Get it like I'm first, yes, class and comer place
Man, I lace my shit the best

Yes, I roll a jet
It take me to space, me, myself, and then I check
It check, we check, it check, it check, it check
Now tell that kitty Ninja, I'm the freshest of the deck

Slip n slide n step n then I cook it up with Steph
Swoosh, smooth, criminals to death, yes
Scratch a sleep or snooze or rest, plant a seed and care it grow till maturity at it's best, you ain't rippin' where you sown

I bear my own fruit and I'm on, hit the booth and cook a banger
So my niggas sing along, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, a nigga gone
Three, gray, cold, stone, I ain't fake it
I make it so the booty shakey, shakey, at the sight of nigga

GR3Y, campaigning for nigga pee-pee
I hee-hee and ski-ski my way, way to the city
Lady, sin city, I can see it from her clitie

I come in with finesse, yes, best not waste your bet
Niggas outchea to invest, yes, give a nap about the rest
Chest to chest, it's less, I see these checkers checkin' chess
Get it like I'm first, yes, class and comer place
Man, I lace my shit the best

Yes, ain't stoppin' this pigeon and this ain't no wacky race
Don't sip on that, it's dense, I do it still and then I ace it
Break you like Jericho face, I'm past you like it's tense
Smoke you with that fire that call me en burner burn buns

Hit an itty-bitty-titty bitch, I'm the man like I'm Fitty
Solo dolo through the city, Mick Jagger, I'm jiggy-jiggy
She show me her frisky-frisky, can't't match with my freaky-freaky
Call me to inky-inky, energy big dicki-dicki
Crash it, pack it, M.H. nigga bong wing

On my mark, I'm ready, steady and I'm low-key
She call me for the pokey, stick it like a jokey
She feel it like a dragon and I'm feeling like I'm donkey
Punch you like Rocky, all you do is stalkie-talkie

Ain't met a nigga cocky, phony everywhere and lonely
Play you like Sony, beat you like it's in a Tourney
Sonny, yeah, I'm more your father, not your homie

I come in with finesse, yes, best not waste your bet
Niggas outchea to invest, yes, give a nap about the rest
Chest to chest, it's less, I see these checkers checkin' chess
Get it like I'm first, yes, class and comer place
Man, I lace my shit the best
Man, I let my shit the best

Yes, me and my niggas pass the test
Close the case, put it to rest
Call it no and show no face

Jah bless, so ain't nobody curse
I put the realest in this verse
Every day's amazing, so I call it grace
The devil keep on working, working, I call him never at rest

I know my brother and my brother
And my nigga, I'm always safe and I Fah, Fah, Tsa
You know a nigga keep it fresh
A nigga keep it fresh, a nigga keep it fresh to death

A nigga keep it clean like a counting money machine
Catchin it clean and still twitching your bitches beans
Still catching average talk like yo whatcyou mean
A nigga keep it fresh, a nigga keep it fresh to death

A nigga keep it clean like a counting money machine
Catchin' it clean and still twitching your bitches beans
Still catching average talk like yo whatchyou mean