Lyrics Yessir - Gracy Hopkins

Yessir, that's the... plan,
Dress up, then... FIGHT.
Yessir, that's the... plan,
Dress up, then... FIGHT.

Got the. got no recipe,
Ask me how to win, it's in my veins, if you asking me,
Soit t'as toute la force ou tu l'as pas, it's coming naturally,
Tu devrais peut-être ralentir,
Tu devrais peut-être plus rapper pour la France,
Tu devrais peut-être baisser ton niveau, t'as de la chance,
Plus rien à dire, oh mais ferme la,
Comptez vos défaites avec plus d'une paire de mains,
Faire le malin, ça peut pas payer plus que le talent,
Pose une enclume sur la balance,
C'est juste le poids de ma cadence,
C'est juste le poids de mon nom,
Prends ça dans le crâne comme des phalanges,
Ouvert ton bec, perdu ta langue,
Moi j'ai juste changé la mienne, then I go back,
Fuck old friends, fuck you and your stupid bromance, oh yeah.
Eating haters for the dessert,
Instigated by the Grizz and fired by the Kestra,
Come to see us on stage like...

Yessir, that's the... plan,
Dress up, then... FIGHT.
Yessir, that's the... plan,
Dress up, then... FIGHT.

Here's the, here's the recipe,
Make whatever song you want, put Hops on it necessarily,
Then I'm coming back and hand it over just like "that's the hit" yeah,
No one testing me, yeah,
First, not secondly, I really tend to be,
Pretentious,
Borderline,
Come across,
Pour me wine,
I don't even drink, but I feel rich,
Cause the value of the nigga is so out of line,
That shit is outrageous,
I'm so fucking high, you see how the sky aim us,
Not the contrary, I'm feeling like a god (yessir)
Under God (that's the)
Hometown's heaven (dress up)
I'm that other guy, FIGHT.

Yessir, that's the... plan,
Dress up, then... FIGHT.
Yessir, that's the... plan,
Dress up, then... FIGHT.

I never had no enemies
I got too much love to give for free
Just give yourself the time to appreciate it then
I'm coming back to you
I'm coming back...