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…

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...