The Enemy
Yesify
GENRE
[Intro]
It’s gon’ get nasty
[Verse]
He is like a pic so I ruin his image
No beef, I just go straight for the finish
Yeah, I got strong when I’m eatin’ my spinach
Like Popeye, never been a pop guy
Why you so salty like a hot fry?
I cannot die
Name’s Yesify, bitch, you know that it’s stickin’
You is so salty like some overcooked chicken
So damn raw that it’s sickenin’ (Ooh)
Fuck school, yeah, I don’t wanna grow up
Sicker than the flu, shit, I might throw up
If you got hands, yeah, you better show up
If I called you out, I bet you wouldn’t show up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s about to get funny
Only thing I never lied about was my money
Leave y’all in the shadow, yеah, I’m makin’ it sunny
Corny white boy, but I’m leavin’ no remorsе
King Dotta: Look 30 and divorced
Can’t get pussy so he had to get it forced
Dear, King Dotta, go and be a father
Got mad mad, over some debatin’
Then he started hatin’
Horns up on my head just like I’m Satan
Won’t pull up in my city, though
Clown ass dude, you a silly bro
Songs got no hype like your music video
You better hope that we never meet
And say you from the street
Askin’ Grizzy for a feature
Then you took down the tweet
Why the fuck you takin’ down the tweet?
I don’t buy it, I don’t buy it
Fake shit about the streets, fake shit about the streets
My beats be tappin’ harder than some cleats
You a silly ass bitch
You a silly ass bitch (What I fuckin’ told you bro?)
You a silly ass bitch
Pussy ass boy better say it with his chest
Homie gassed him up ‘cause he really ain’t the best
Lookin’ at your life, yeah, that shit a fuckin’ mess
Who you think I’m talkin’ ’bout?
Better take a guess
Say that you a king, but you ain’t got a crown
Come up to the crib and I’ma run you outta town
Put you underground like a basement
Always been real, not the fake shit
You can’t even take shit
You are fuckin’ tasteless
‘Cause you fuckin’ racist, lil bitch (Lil bitch)
Suburban kids don’t know nothin’ ‘bout the south
Acne on his face, I’ll rip the braces out his mouth
It’s gon’ get nasty
[Verse]
He is like a pic so I ruin his image
No beef, I just go straight for the finish
Yeah, I got strong when I’m eatin’ my spinach
Like Popeye, never been a pop guy
Why you so salty like a hot fry?
I cannot die
Name’s Yesify, bitch, you know that it’s stickin’
You is so salty like some overcooked chicken
So damn raw that it’s sickenin’ (Ooh)
Fuck school, yeah, I don’t wanna grow up
Sicker than the flu, shit, I might throw up
If you got hands, yeah, you better show up
If I called you out, I bet you wouldn’t show up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s about to get funny
Only thing I never lied about was my money
Leave y’all in the shadow, yеah, I’m makin’ it sunny
Corny white boy, but I’m leavin’ no remorsе
King Dotta: Look 30 and divorced
Can’t get pussy so he had to get it forced
Dear, King Dotta, go and be a father
Got mad mad, over some debatin’
Then he started hatin’
Horns up on my head just like I’m Satan
Won’t pull up in my city, though
Clown ass dude, you a silly bro
Songs got no hype like your music video
You better hope that we never meet
And say you from the street
Askin’ Grizzy for a feature
Then you took down the tweet
Why the fuck you takin’ down the tweet?
I don’t buy it, I don’t buy it
Fake shit about the streets, fake shit about the streets
My beats be tappin’ harder than some cleats
You a silly ass bitch
You a silly ass bitch (What I fuckin’ told you bro?)
You a silly ass bitch
Pussy ass boy better say it with his chest
Homie gassed him up ‘cause he really ain’t the best
Lookin’ at your life, yeah, that shit a fuckin’ mess
Who you think I’m talkin’ ’bout?
Better take a guess
Say that you a king, but you ain’t got a crown
Come up to the crib and I’ma run you outta town
Put you underground like a basement
Always been real, not the fake shit
You can’t even take shit
You are fuckin’ tasteless
‘Cause you fuckin’ racist, lil bitch (Lil bitch)
Suburban kids don’t know nothin’ ‘bout the south
Acne on his face, I’ll rip the braces out his mouth
Others songs from the artist
No comments:
Post a Comment