YES! (feat. Rich The Kid & K CAMP) - KYLE

(Rich!) You're looking right through me You play me just like a movie So hooked in the music Feel the beat babe, you can't refuse it Let's do it, feel the movement Like Cupid, arrow right through it In the mood now, watch how we lose Let's move it, get to it Ah, ah, ah-ah, loosen up baby, come stay a while Ah, ah, ah-ah, if you want a good time I found a new wave in the beat of the drum If you feel it in the hum, groove it to the rhythm Play it DJ, follow me to the jungle The night is still young if you wanna have fun I found a new wave in the beat of the drum If you feel it in the hum, groove it to the rhythm Play it DJ, follow me to the jungle The night is still young if you wanna have fun She heard the dogs rich just tryna kick it with the kid Yeah, ho, that's a mansion plenty cars at the crib She a bad lil' bitch she say she love my ad libs When I hit it from the back she say she feel it in her ribs Feel the beat, when she suck it I can feel her teeth Walk in the club with you but she gonna leave with me Take her from the floor to the V.I.P (V.I.P) She know I'm an ape just like a NFT(Rich!) You're looking right through me You play me just like a movie So hooked in the music Feel the beat babe, you can't refuse it Let's do it, feel the movement Like Cupid, arrow right through it In the mood now, watch how we lose Let's move it, get to it Ah, ah, ah-ah, loosen up baby, come stay a while Ah, ah, ah-ah, if you want a good time I found a new wave in the beat of the drum If you feel it in the hum, groove it to the rhythm Play it DJ, follow me to the jungle The night is still young if you wanna have fun I found a new wave in the beat of the drum If you feel it in the hum, groove it to the rhythm Play it DJ, follow me to the jungle The night is still young if you wanna have fun Feel the beat, f-f-feel the beat Ape like an NF-NF-NFT Feel the beat, f-f-feel the beat Ape like an NF-NF-NFT Feel the beat, f-f-feel the beat Ape like an NF-NF-NFT Feel the beat, f-f-feel the beat Ape like an NF-NF-NFT

Yes Get the start of the new jiggyness With the track masters Camp Lo and Willie Gon' give it to ya Know what I mean Lot of macaronis here Check it out for all the Tenderonis Ah, ha, ha Like Catchy and Joni Lights camera action, the hip-hop attraction Fresh priggy, John Bliggy Player haters been hatin' all my playin' for years Now they seein' they worst fears as I bathe in cheers Parades and accolades all shades and ages It's me the outrageous my zeal contagious The smile Inspirator, aspen to Grenada One of the only MC's to say cheese with Schwarzenegger Everywhere I go they know me Planet Hollywood in Paris accidentally spill a drink upon they? Truth of the matter I've been loungin' Livin' it up givin' it up in manipulate surroundings Been around the world and I yi yi Ain't seen enough of this fly yi yi ya My attitude pervasive, my effervescence Bringing you back to the essence With the Yes, yes y'all And ya don't stop Mic check y'all And ya don't quit Yes, yes y'all And ya don't stop Mic check y'all And ya don't quit Yes, yes y'all And ya don't stop Mic check y'all And ya don't quit Yes, yes y'all And ya don't stop Mic check y'all And ya don't quit Verse two 'Bout to slay you worst than the first verse Packin' my purse but yo without one curse I survive in ratified air where only few can live Thoughts in my brain like that train in the fugitive I pledge allegiance to the soul of the game Stepped away as Fresh Prince came back with my real name A rose by any other still beautifies the room So don't get consumed when a brother's known to gloom It's Amantics but yo it's really good to be back Never racing the rap just lacing the track Not sarendipadee with me it was a plan B 'Bout to have an Oscar standin' next to my Grammies Plural mucho no need to talk though I'm a just do so I'm comin' at ya with the smoothest slickness Behold the style lick of this kickin' Yes, yes y'all And ya don't stop Mic check y'all And ya don't quit Yes, yes y'all And ya don't stop Mic check y'all And ya don't quit Yes, yes y'all And ya don't stop Mic check y'all And ya don't quit Yes, yes y'all And ya don't stop Mic check y'all And ya don't quit A GQ cover twice This brother's nice Vanity fair you saw me there I discovered life Outside of rap got the cream and all that But kinda left a void in me You can't keep runnin' in and out of my life Said my mic aright Pump your radio you could record As they place my welcome mat at the music awards Coming through America tinted in high beams Rose petals at my feet like I'm Prince Akeem So to all you player haters while y'all sayin' y'all rhyme Please stop sayin' Jada 'cause that name's mine I rocked the Philly fade with the divin' waves Yes yellin' till I'm bald like Issac Hayes Bad eyes or gray's back pain or bad legs I'm a get better with age trust Yes, yes y'all And ya don't stop Mic check y'all And ya don't quit Yes, yes y'all And ya don't stop Mic check y'all And ya don't quit Yes, yes y'all And ya don't stop Mic check y'all And ya don't quit Yes, yes y'all And ya don't stop Mic check y'all And ya don't quit Yes, yes y'all And ya don't stop Mic check y'all And ya don't quit Yes, yes y'all And ya don't stop Mic check y'all And ya don't quit Yes, yes y'all And ya don't stop Mic check y'all And ya don't quit Yes, yes y'all And ya don't stop Mic check y'all And ya don't quit

I'm havin' dumb money Ayy We can fuck lil' mama, I can't lip lock (I can't what?) Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks (New socks) Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top (Skrr skrr) I can't love a bitch, trust no thot (No thot) Never bring a freak to your spot (Whoop, whoop) Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops I don't do no relaxing (Relaxing) Run up the bag, get the cash in (Racks) Fendi, am I drippin' or splashin' (Or splashin') 12, they can't catch me when I'm passin' How you got a check and went broke again? (Went broke again) Bitches wanting clout and I ain't kissin' 'em (I ain't kissin' 'em) Since I first got them hundreds, I've been flippin' 'em (Flippin' 'em) Off-White with the Gucci, I might mix-match (I might mix-match) When I fuck her, you can get your bitch back (Get your bitch back) What the hell she was thinking? I can't kiss that (Why the hell?) Why she ask me where the hell I got my wrist at? (Got my wrist at) Why the hell a hundred-thousand in my backpack? (In my backpack) Why these bitches think that we can come in contact? (Come in contact) This is my drank, this ain't cognac (This ain't cognac) You ain't get a milli, why you sign that? (Why you sign that?) She wanna fuck, I decline that (Decline) Look at my bitch, she a dimebag (Bitch!) Look at my pinky, it's a waterslide (It's a waterslide) Rich Forever, come and see the money side (Rich, rich) We can fuck lil' mama, I can't lip lock (I can't what?) Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks (New socks) Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top (Skrr skrr) I can't love a bitch, trust no thot (No thot) Never bring a freak to your spot (Whoop, whoop) Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops I don't do no relaxing (Relaxing) Run up the bag, get the cash in (Racks) Fendi, am I drippin' or splashin' (Or splashin') 12, they can't catch me when I'm passin' How you got a check and went broke again? (Went broke again) Bitches wanting clout and I ain't kissin' 'em (I ain't kissin' 'em) Since I first got them hundreds, I've been flippin' 'em (Flippin' 'em) I flip the money, got my check up (Got my check up) I'm flexing up, but I'm no wrestler (Flex) Blue cheese pockets got the extras (The extras) I stack the money up like Tetris (Tetris) How I got two-fifty from my neck up? (Neck up, ice) How I made it from the hood to a Bent truck? (Skrr skrr) Bitches wanna fuck, I got them lined up (Lined up) How you with the gang but you ain't signed up? (You ain't signed up) Pull out my dick, tell her kiss that (Kiss that) She just want a nigga with a big sack (With a big sack) Pull out the choppa, we in combat (Yaaaaat) Touchdown on the plug like a lineback (Rich) We can fuck lil' mama, I can't lip lock (I can't what?) Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks (New socks) Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top (Skrr skrr) I can't love a bitch, trust no thot (No thot) Never bring a freak to your spot (Whoop, whoop) Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops I don't do no relaxing (Relaxing) Run up the bag, get the cash in (Racks) Fendi, am I drippin' or splashin' (Or splashin') 12, they can't catch me when I'm passin' How you got a check and went broke again? (Went broke again) Bitches wanting clout and I ain't kissin' 'em (I ain't kissin' 'em) Since I first got them hundreds, I've been flippin' 'em (Flippin' 'em)