yessir.

Lyrics
[Chorus: SWIM] Are you okay, bro? Are you having trouble sleeping? Did you pray, bro? Are you making sure you eating? Are you paid, bro? Are you straight though? Are you good? To be honest, man, I wish a nigga would Yessir Yessir Yessir Yessir [Verse 1: SWIM] Bloody is my nose Way I'm stepping on 'em, I got blood all on my toes I just want your spot nigga I don't want your hoes You can keep the watches you can keep the gold On my momma, I'm on pro Flow mo on a living sauna Look like diamonds when I glow Turn my trauma into commas Take my time before I go I don't pose 'less they pay me 'fore I leave Send the bros if the payment ain't received [Chorus: SWIM] Are you okay, bro? Are you having trouble sleeping? Did you pray, bro? Are you making sure you eating? Are you paid, bro? Are you straight though? Are you good? To be honest, man, I wish a nigga would Yessir Yessir Yessir Yessir [Verse 2: SWIM] Suit and ties on my line Had to hit the climb Shoot at mine, you can try Turn you to a shrine, quick Who decides who can fly Shit, it's you and I Multiply all my dimes Now I'm mortified Yo, forgive me all my sins Just don't doubt me for this end She wants Audi, she wants Benz Black or white, it just depends Top down on the family Have your granny singing hymns Top down on the family Have your granny singing hymns [Chorus: SWIM] Are you okay, bro? Are you having trouble sleeping Did you pray, bro? Are you making sure you're eating? Are you paid, bro? Are you straight though? Are you good? To be honest, man, I wish a nigga would (Nigga would) Yessir Yessir Yessir Yessir [Verse 3: SWIM] Big bro, rap about boy, no ginko All you niggas my Kinko Synced on Kipo Stole a nigga flow, that's repo Seesaw, throw a nigga out my seat, ho She know bank account big as my ego I'm a Jackson, no Tito Team on Rico Niggas try to speak my lingo He don't really know my lingo Think, bro [Outro: SWIM] Alright You're good Okay, bet You're good Yup Keep going You're good Yup, yup You're less good You got room Nah, I got it, I got it You're a little bit less-- No, okay, stop stop stop stop! Yo, yo, yo, stop stop! Hit the brakes! (crash!) My fault, you guys TJ, can you go get that bag?
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- TJOnline
- SWIM