Lyrics of Yessir - Gracy Hopkins

Yessir (original)

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…

(translation)

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
Either you got all the strength or you don't, it's coming naturally
Maybe you should slow down, maybe you should rap more for France
Maybe you should lower your level, you're in luck
Nothing more to say, oh but shut up
Count your losses with more than one pair of hands
Being smart can't pay more than talent
Place an anvil on the scale
It's just the weight of my cadence
It's just the weight of my name
Take it in the skull like knuckles
Open your beak, lost your tongue
I just changed mine, 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 necessary
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
For 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...