YESYESYES 555

[Chorus: 555phoenix]
She said, "Do you want me?" I said, "Yes, yes, yes"
X up on my chest, them pills gon' take my breath
She said I'm a mess, Goddamn it, I confess
Prada bags up on me, it come with success
Try to push up on me like some pills, get pressed, boy
I'm with my dog like Johnny Test, boy
You gon' take my bitch? I'm not impressed, boy
Yeah, I'll come drop a bag right on yo head, boy

[Verse 1: sydney runner]
Need to release stress, I bite her chest, chest, chest
Can't fuck with none of my guys 'cause we the best
Party still ain't dominate, so I can't rest
You can't put me to no test 'cause I'ma pass
No, I do not wanna work, you fucking ass, boy
Pay up, five-hundred for a lab, boy
I'm the reason you got connections, bro, you my lab boy
And I put your favorite-favorite on, shit, ain't that sad, boy

[Verse 2: 555phoenix]
All my bitches petty, I can't even lie, I'm fuckin' petty too
Yeah, bitch in Jimmy Choo, she tooted up like Betty Boop
And my wrist sub-zero, guaranteed I flex on you
Yeah, I'll make you look stupid, I'm too swaggy, I'm too cool
Hop in that bitch and act a fool, my jeans too tight and I can't move
Mortal Kombat, finish you, then we head right back to the booth
Ain't no lie, yes, tell the truth, my bro hop out and shoot at you
Done got too high off this boof, I think I need some breathin' room

[Verse 3: sydney runner]
Neck on Rumpelstiltskin, golden tooth and G-Star Raw, 5th Avenue
Bunny said, "These tricks for kids," I need one bitch for all my dudes
"Mandy candy, you too rude," I'm wrong for playing with my food?
How you hating on the craft when your shit sound like how mine do?
I know niggas talking 'bout me, but no bullshit, I don't give a fuck
Don't say JD name again, I'm grave digger, I'm monster truck
Boy, I grinded for my spot, I'd rather die than give this up
Why am I so mad? Need to chillax, I'm god, these niggas suck

[Chorus: 555phoenix]
She said, "Do you want me?" I said, "Yes, yes, yes"
X up on my chest, them pills gon' take my breath
She said I'm a mess, Goddamn it, I confess
Prada bags up on me, it come with success
Try to push up on me like some pills, get pressed, boy
I'm with my dog like Johnny Test, boy
You gon' take my bitch? I'm not impressed, boy
Yeah, I'll come drop a bag right on yo head, boy