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Woah
I got hoes
On the low
On that Mo
On my phone
Check the glow
This my show
Finna blow
I got 4s in my coat
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Styrofoam
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I be in the bay
Getting hyphy at the most
If you really think im slimy
You can find me at the coast
And I ain’t hiding
Im residing
I been tied up to my post
Man alright then
Thats a night in
I been sliding in the ghost
I’m Poseidon when im fighting
Then I’m riding with the folks
Straight grinding with the spokes
I just write it in my notes
I’m a young YG
Grew up fly with the lokes
Now them hoes try me
I deny with the hopes
Im in San Fran
San Tan
Anthem
And Prescott
I’m the Van Damme
Cam man
Have to respect it
I handstand
Can’t plan
Back when elected
Got 10 grand for the band
If they perfect it
Young Johnny Lennon
Hoes can’t get it
Let me kick it a minute
Fore i be dipping in the Civic
That young man got no limit
He spitting then he go get it
The luetinant of this shit
And i never be living timid
Let me hit it a minute
Im spinning Japanese denim
And the whip ain’t no lemon
I got a bit of steez with em
Did this shit independent
I got a little cheese hidden
Got a starry Ferrari
And I just put the keys in it
I’m a young OG
Hoes know me
And the shit get so do deep
I get no sleep
If my bitch gonna creep
Know the kid gonna cheat
I got Givenchy
And if its on me
I’m writing hits all week
Yo hit this im geeked
Got this shit for free
I bring LSD
Twisting weed
I feed
This lil bitch ion need
I got 3 in Tennessy
And they seething with jealousy
So i just keep em next to me
You stay peeping the recipe
Like bitch
That’s easy
(Chorus)
Woah
I got hoes
On the low
On that mo on my phone
Check the glow
This my show
Finna blow
I got 4s in my coat
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What we on
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Styrofoam
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Find a clone
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Fly alone
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(Verse 2)
Money cars
Weed bitches
Clothes
Stunt so fucking hard
I think I need 3 phones
Still be living large
Driving around repos
Since I was a week old
I was spitting deep flows
Not another cheap dose
Of your little weak shows
You could fucking keep those
On the fucking east coast
This is bay shit
A shit
All over the nation
Riding in the spaceship
Wouldn’t be close
Just another deep throw
I’m like Pat Mahomes
Stay strapped
Take that
Paid back my loans
Maybach stay cracked
When im passing homes
Can’t lack straight gas
Think the pack cologne
Might aim it at your dome
And stain the gat in chrome
That’s why I rap alone
Cause i got packs to sew
And stack racks of dough
Keep the casket yo
I got plaques out the ass
What you asking for
(Chorus)
Woah
I got hoes
On the low
On that Mo
On my phone
Check the glow
This my show
Finna blow
I got 4s in my coat
Not yet
Not yet
What we on
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Styrofoam
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Find a clone
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Fly alone
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Little jet
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Finna bet
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On the set
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