YE'S - Roscoe Dash

Hook:

Dis feel like a win

Been wanting since I was ten

She gon feel this bank

Dancing on her skin

Pulling up in a foreign

Sitting behind the tint

Smoke all in my Ye’s

Fogging up my lenses

You might think this flexing would just motivate

But they don’t seem to think so

All they know is hate

Dis feel like a win

Came up another ten

Too much ain’t enough

I might win again

I got the

I got the

I got the

I got the juice

These haters gon sit round and tell u a lie

But I tell u the truth

Just so these n**gas can see me

I might lose the roof

I done mastered my roshi

It came with a yoshi

Now bring me my soup

We known to spend them benjis

Rollie cost a chicken

Might drop another 10

Watch the water rinse

Too much ain’t enough

Game ain’t game enough

Bentley paint it up

That chain don’t gleam enough

Rings don’t ring enough

Awww I seen enough

Fuck em by the group they teaming up

Got hits I’m T’ing up

So much cash in the air

When it land on the floor

Whole team gotta sweep it up

(Hey)

Balling with no rim

Pockets never slim

They don’t stand a chance

I’m jumping out the gym

Had too much to drank

Might need my liver cleansed

Might need another hand

To count up all these Ms

Hook:

Dis feel like a win

Been wanting since I was ten

She gon feel this bank

Dancing on her skin

Pulling up in a foreign

Sitting behind the tint

Smoke all in my Ye’s

Fogging up my lenses

You might think this flexing would just motivate

But they don’t seem to think so

All they know is hate

Dis feel like a win

Came up another ten

Too much ain’t enough

I might win again

She don’t want me for the cash

But it do make her stay better

Win every argument

I’m 50−0 like I’m mayweather

Ill go with Becky

Can’t date heather

Cuz personally Becky be way wetter

Feel like I fuck her in mayweather

We on a wave like a wave runner

I put in work like a safe in her

Dat pussy buss like A-k in her

I go in brave like the A in here

Smoke to the roach I can’t lay in here

Pack got the Whole room funky

Like it’s filled up with junkies

I got zeros all over my check

Over my check Man I feel like a flunky

Today my day I’m the donkey

I done Caught a mill like walkee

Got me up like coffee

Ice check like hockey

She done left her man now He salty

She wanna bounce with me like Spaulding

She got me Slapping ass red monkey

Give her red neck like a honkey

Hook:

Dis feel like a win

Been wanting since I was ten

She gon feel this bank

Dancing on her skin

Pulling up in a foreign

Sitting behind the tint

Smoke all in my Ye’s

Fogging up my lenses

You might think this flexing would just motivate

But they don’t seem to think so

All they know is hate

Dis feel like a win

Came up another ten

Too much ain’t enough

I might win again