French Montana ft. Lil Durk - Yes Sir Lyrics

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Skrrt (trippin')

Bands, bands, bands (yes sir)
Goddamn, damn, damn (yes sir)
Shawty do it (do it)
Made it, blew it (yes sir, yes sir)
Got the bands, bands, bands
Me and Durk in the Lamb', Lamb', Lamb' (yes sir)
Shawty do it (do it)
Made it, blew it (yes sir, yes sir)

The handcuff, that Lamb drop, your bitch bop, yes sir (yes sir)
That pinky ring, that wrist watch, that chain rocky, yes sir (yes sir)
Them numbers up, them hoes mad, them boys cocky, yes sir (yes sir)
They want smoke, we got hoops, that dirty-dirty, yes sir (yes sir)

Yes sir (yes sir)
Yes sir
Yes sir (yes sir)
Yes sir
Yes sir (yes sir)
Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir (yes sir)
Let's go (skrrt)

Talk to a bitch, she say, "Yes sir"
I say, "Don't say that", say, "Mm-hmm"
Police ask your ass, "Where Durk at?"
Don't say it, just say, "Hmm, hmm"
She tryna fuck in the back of the Lamb'
I tell her, "Hmm, hmm, ain't no room" (let's go)
Fucked one bitch, tryna put me on blast
I say, "Hmm, hmm, it ain't no proof" (yeah, yeah)
I popped a Roxy, yeah
Turnt in the streets, too cocky, yeah (yeah)
He got a Glocky, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Took his shit and I blocked him, yeah
She tried to suck it through my Polo, bitch these Jockey's, yeah, yeah
Spend some blood money on Rodeo, I'm too cocky, yeah, yeah
Why you mad about your cousin but he still dead, yeah?
Why you trickin' on your homies and you still did it, yeah?
Uh, uh (yeah)
Bitch, don't blow your blessings (let's get it)
Keep on lyin' on my name, won't get your ass no justice, yeah (yeah, uh)
Before I take a flight, I take a Perc' confession, yeah (yeah)
Go and put myself on bands, I bet you get this message, yeah

Bands, bands, bands (yes sir)
Goddamn, damn, damn (yes sir)
Shawty do it (do it)
Made it, blew it (yes sir, yes sir)
Got the bands, bands, bands
Me and Durk in the Lamb', Lamb', Lamb' (yes sir)
Shawty do it (do it)
Made it, blew it (yes sir, yes sir)

That handcuff, that Lamb drop, your bitch bop, yes sir (yes sir)
That pinky ring, that wrist watch, that chain rocky, yes sir (yes sir)
Them numbers up, them hoes mad, them boys cocky, yes sir (yes sir)
They want smoke, we got hoops, that dirty-dirty, yes sir (yes sir)

Yes sir (yes sir)
Yes sir
Yes sir (yes sir)
Yes sir
Yes sir (yes sir)
Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir (yes sir)

Ayy-ayy-ayy (skrrt)
Torch (snatch that), snatch that (snatch that)
Porsche, matte black (skrrt)
Hit your ting with CashApp (han)
What's in the bank? I'll match that (match that)
Hit Vegas like the Ratpack
AR-15's we lapped that
Copped new Range and the hatchback
That ain't your plane, you cap that
That boy, fuego (fuego)
Steph Curry, Draco (Draco)
Pockets full of bankrolls (han)
Haters watchin' every angle
Them blue faces, the small faces, that Johnny Hancock (yes sir)
I copped that hooptie first
On a fiend name, I bought the Lamb' drop (yes sir)
I be out with the fur (fur)
From the block to the 'burb ('burb)
And that drop is convertible, I made a lot off the work (skrrt)
I sip that Act' 'til I'm oozy (oozy)
I chop your top with that Uzi (Uzi)
And I got stopped by the blues
And I fuck the cop like I'm Tunechi (Montana)

Bands, bands, bands (yes sir)
Goddamn, damn, damn (yes sir)
Shawty do it (do it)
Made it, blew it (yes sir, yes sir)
Got the bands, bands, bands
Me and Durk in the Lamb', Lamb', Lamb' (yes sir)
Shawty do it (do it)
Made it, blew it (yes sir, yes sir)

That handcuff, that Lamb drop, your bitch bop, yes sir (yes sir)
That pinky ring, that wrist watch, that chain rocky, yes sir (yes sir)
Them numbers up, them hoes mad, them boys cocky, yes sir (yes sir)
They want smoke, we got hoops, that dirty-dirty, yes sir (yes sir)

Yes sir (yes sir)
Yes sir
Yes sir (yes sir)
Yes sir
Yes sir (yes sir)
Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir (ayy-ayy-ayy)