Chicago/Glo-Gang rapper Chief Keef delivers his brand new single called “Yes Sir.”
Chief Keef “Yes Sir” Lyrics
No sir, no sir, no sir
New Maybach, but I ain’t got a chauffeur
I’m in it for the bread, put you in a toaster
Ayy, yes sir
Ayy, ayy, got a lil’ older was a young flexer
You know that it’s a go ’cause bitch, my jacket checker
Pop one pill but it’s a double decker
Duh-duh-duh, ayy
Yes sir, I ain’t talkin’ schools, I’m waitin’ on a transfer
Send a pussy boy to meet my ancestors
Pulled up on the block, it’s hot flamin’ Chesters
Ayy, yes sir
I just flew a bitch in from the Chester
It took me to jail, I shoulda smacked the restor
Hop out the car flexin’ like Sylvester (Sylvester)
Ayy, ayy
No sir, bitch just pulled up in I8 roaster
Track cost too much, told that bitch “No, sir”
Ain’t no fuckin’ cryin’ on my fuckin’ shoulder
Hundred dollars stackin’ on like the texture
You can die today, just scratch out yester’
Diamonds on my ring, money like a wrestler
Took the way to good, it was a good gesture
Is your whip bullet proof? I’ll be the tester
Test that shit out like a damn semester
Walk up in the club, had to change the weather
Put that bitch out, she’s probably seekin’ shelter
They asked me what I want, I said “I want forever”
Bitch keep callin’ the phone, I had to send her a network
Said, “I’m gon’ call you back, ” well, I can’t remember
I got two bitches who number one contender
Baby, tell me what I can do to make it better
Ice got me shivering and I’m wearin’ a sweater (brr)
Walkin’ on the Ps and gettin’ cheese vector
Chief So will, put you on a shirt, yes sir (yes, sir)
Ayy, no sir (no, sir)
Back seemin’ farther but I’m gettin’ closer
He would kill his momma for a lil’ exposure
And he left her body where the fuckin’ crows were (crows were)
Ayy, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes sir, yes sir
Mmm-hmm, yes, sir
She be tryna smoke and every time I be big worm
Heart cold as heart burn
She tryna see what terms he on, I start talkin’ outta term
She came to give me brain but I can’t even learn
Did it while I’m drivin’, I can’t even turn
Lawyer so good, I buy him a law firm
Every time he beat the case, well done
Wooh, yes sir
Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir
We’ll put you on a stretcher
This bitch five thousand, I’m cryin’ on my sweater
She want some green to buy a purse
That bitch sixty thousand, stupid bitch you got nerve
Sent a couple shots, the last one was back burnt
You learned about nada, dumbass’ll never learn
I was trappin’ folks on the side to commit a murder
Tryna rob the trap? The stupid bitch, don’t get murdered
Sign my penmanship on a bitch and it’s cursive
All these niggas be jelly, I think it’s preservatives
Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir
This shit is world confidential, sir
Oh, you puttin’ out our business, we gon’ come up and get you, sir
How your people sellin’ news that you have potential, sir?
You a goofy, you get used like a utensil, sir
Get your old ass shot with this new pistol, sir
Smokin’ dope up in the Telly, fuck an incidental, sir
And this Lambo’ mines, no, it’s not a rental, sir
On my way to get the money ’cause it’s essential, sir
Now that you can stop me, well, why didn’t you sir?
Check my fuckin’ facecard, check my credentials, sir
I might pull up in a Bentley continental, sir
Best shit I ever wrote, shit monumental, sir
If I didn’t write that shit, they like, “why didn’t you, sir?”
How the fuck you havin’ all that shit up in you, sir?
Got a AK the same height as Kendall, sir
I’m a dog so that bitch want my in a kennel, sir
Run into you in the club, it’s coincidental, sir
Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes yes, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir
