Yes
Chief Keef Lyrics


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Sosa, baby
Blood Gang, baby
Sit Gang, baby
Fifth Gang, baby
Litty Gang, baby
Get It Gang, baby
Sosa, baby
Gbe, baby

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Do I want to freak you? Yes
I got my heater, yes
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
I'm gettin' commas, yes
I'm ridin' foreigns, yes
I can fuck your mama, yes
It ain't nothin', mane
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Baby, do I love you? No, no, no, no, no (no)
But where you tryna go, go, go, go, go? (Go)
Benihana's, Wokcano's, no, no, no, no (Wockano)
Girl, we gon' take it slow, slow, slow, slow, slow (slow)
Girl, my sex is like yes, yes, yes, yes, yes (yes)
I swear it is the best, best, best, best, best (it's the best)
Girl, it's gon' leave you stressed, stressed, stressed, stressed, stressed (stressed)
When I hop up out that wet, wet, wet, wet, wet (hop up out that wet)
You know how I'm rockin', tweet, beat, skeet then delete (delete)
She french kiss the D like oui, oui, oui and the oui (oui)
At the restaurant, I eat, eat, eat and I eat (I eat)
When we get home, she eat, eat, eat, eat Chinese (she eatin' me)

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Do I want to freak you? Yes
I got my heater, yes
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
I'm gettin' commas, yes
I'm ridin' foreigns, yes
I can fuck your mama, yes
It ain't nothin', mane
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

I'm drivin' fast, she like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah (skrrt)
Baby, I don't drive slow-ow-ow-ow-ow
Don't care 'bout runnin' from the po-o-o, po-po
Is you gon' ride? Is you gon' roll-oll-oll-oll-oll? (Is you ridin'?)
She like eatin' Wonton (Wonton)
And she like to wine and dine (wine and dine)
Baby, I ain't got the time (got the time)
Tried to tell it, I went blind (I went blind)

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Do I want to freak you? Yes
I got my heater, yes
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
I'm gettin' commas, yes
I'm ridin' foreigns, yes
I can fuck your mama, yes
It ain't nothin', mane




Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Overall Meaning

The song "Yes" by Chief Keef is an expression of his disregard for women, and his focus on material success. In the first verse, he raps about his desire to accumulate wealth, and his sense of superiority over women. He refers to himself as a "hillbilly" who is too good for women, and proclaims that loyalty is what brings in the rewards. The chorus repeats the phrase, "hear ye, hear ye," almost as if he's making an announcement or proclamation of his intentions.


The second verse talks about violence and aggression. He mentions running through alleys without fear, and how he carries a weapon. He also references his ability to obtain guns and ammunition for a low price, and his willingness to use them against his enemies. The verse ends with him proclaiming that he smells of weed, and that he's ready to fight or run.


Overall, the song seems to be an expression of Chief Keef's desire for wealth and power, and his willingness to do whatever it takes to get it. He references his disregard for women and his affinity for violence, suggesting that these traits are essential to his success.


Line by Line Meaning

I been thinkin' that, I don't need a bitch
I've been contemplating that I don't need a female companion


I'm considerin', the millies
I'm thinking about earning millions of dollars


Too good for my overalls, I'm a hillbilly
I'm too wealthy to wear overalls like a basic hillbilly


Loyalty bring royalty, hear ye, hear ye
Being loyal brings rewards and recognition


Yeah, we got drums, ba-dum-bum-bum, hear ye, hear ye
We have guns and we're not afraid to use them


I'm at the loft with my son, hear ye, hear ye
I'm spending quality time with my child in my luxurious space


Don't make me go and get my gun, hear ye, hear ye
Don't provoke me to take out my firearm


Told my old lady I'ma give him a run, hear ye, hear ye
I warned my significant other that I'm going to confront someone


Remember runnin' through that alley
I recall running through an alleyway


Bitch this cat ain't a scaredy
I am not afraid


Then I ran to a a taxi
Then I took a taxi to escape quickly


All that subbin', they ain't @'n me
All the indirect communication they do on social media doesn't affect me


We got hollows for the low nigga
We have bullets for sale at a low price


These hoes birds, let 'em go, nigga (Ayy)
These women are not worth keeping around, just let them go


Wanna find me? I'm at steakhouse
If you're looking for me, I'm at a fancy restaurant


And my Styrofoam darker than steak sauce
My Styrofoam cup of lean is darker than steak sauce


Big banana clips but we ain't space chimps
We have big weapons, but we're not monkeys in space


Hit a fuck nigga with that AK Camp
I will shoot a disrespectful person with my AK-47


You know this doink smell like a Arab
This marijuana I'm smoking has a strong smell like Arabic hashish


I'm inhalin' that get-down-or-lay-down
I'm smoking weed and living boldly or recklessly


I swear Kay Kay only six (Ayy)
I promise my daughter Kay Kay is only six years old


Already asked for a real whip
She already requested a real car


She show the muscle, that real strength (Bitch)
She shows off her strength, that's the real deal


Swing a bat and a Glock, but I ain't Bam Bam
I carry a bat and a gun, but I'm not a cartoon character


Bitch, I get high and I get by
I smoke weed and do what I have to do to survive


Hit it from the back, tell her switch sides
I have sex with her from behind, then she changes to a different position


I don't say where, I just say bye
I don't reveal where I'm going, I just leave


All these dead opps, my shit fried
All these enemies I've killed have me feeling high and unstoppable


I should go buy some gold spoons (Ayy)
I should purchase some expensive luxury items


And put 'em in the trap for my troops (Ayy)
And keep them in my drug dealing location for my team


Keep this shit a hundred, keep this shit a hooch (Ayy)
Let's keep everything real and authentic


I take hundreds and fifties too (Ayy, ayy)
I accept both $100 and $50 bills




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Darrel Jackson, Keith Cozart

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@jawwadhaider3990

Blood Gang baby
Sit Gang baby
Fifth Gang baby
Get It Gang baby

Yes
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Do I want it freaky? Yes
I got my heater, yes
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I'm getting commas, yes
I'm riding foreigns, yes
I can fuck your mama, yes
It ain't nothing mane
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Baby do I love you? No, no, no, no, no
But where you tryna go, go, go, go, go
Benihana's, Wokcano's, no, no, no, no
Girl we gon' take it slow, slow, slow, slow, slow
Girl my sex is like yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
I swear it's the best, best, best, best, best
Girl it's gon' leave you stressed, stressed, stressed, stressed, stressed
When I hop up out that wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
You know how I'm rocking, tweet, beat, skeet then delete
She french kiss the D like oui, oui, oui, oui and the oui
At the restaurant I eat, eat, eat, eat and I eat
When we get home she eat, eat, eat, eat chinese

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Do I want it freaky? Yes
I got my heater, yes
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I'm getting commas, yes
I'm riding foreigns, yes
I can fuck your mama, yes
It ain't nothing mane
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I'm driving fast she like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Baby I don't drive slow, ow, ow, ow, ow
Don't care 'bout running from the po, wow, wow, po po
Is you gon' ride? Is you gone roll, wow, wow, wow, wow?
She like eating Wonton
And she like to wine and dine
Baby I ain't got the time
Tried to tell it I went blind

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Do I want it freaky? Yes
I got my heater, yes
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I'm getting commas, yes
I'm riding foreigns, yes
I can fuck your mama, yes
It ain't nothing mane
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All comments from YouTube:

@jayycuriel1772

damn this song brings back HELLAAA memories😢😢💯💯

@tamiramcgriff6698

that's what I call a bass boost

@globoy3003

baby do I love you no no no no 😂💪👹

@bobharris7447

But where you tryna go go go go go

@jesusrobles4428

I gotta listen to this at least 3x a day

@user-ct6gc8dl7o

Yes Ian heard this shit since 2017 glo gang 4l

@thomasberg777

i got my heater yes yes yes

@thomasberg777

Hoodrich Pablo Juan Longway Sinatra ik its fire too

@AnPrimWrestler

I remember when this shit dropped in 2015. Sosa came back with Bang 3, so many bangers on part 1 and 2

@TG-qo6rx

shit even older like 2014 but officially dropped 2015

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