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Yoo
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Yoo was released on October 13, 2017 by Hi Power Ent. as a part of the album On Memory Lane
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Release DateOctober 13, 2017
LabelHi Power Ent.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Credits

Lyrics

Intro
Yeah
A lot of these mans acting like bitches right about now
Tryna do anything for fame
And we'll keep it going, uh
Verse 1
On the phone you talk loud
But on the streets you quiet than a mouse
You always yapping like you tough
On the internet posing like you rough
I seen a bunch of posers acting like rollers
Bipolar motherfuckers snap chatting soldiers
Sitting on the sofa showing their bitches
You ain't pimp shit just simping bitches
Got me like damn, you's a fake
You went from cholo to acting like Drake
Acting like Ma$e, all up on them groovys
Put your cameras down you club hopping groupies
Chorus
Yo
Tryna be hard, you ain't going far, be who you are
Yo
Again these bitches, had me in stitches, talking 'bout the riches
Yo
Give it up
Give it up
Give it up
Yo
Why am I trippin'? Why am I trippin'? Man acting like bitches
Verse 2
You stay squeaking while you speaking
You talking hella fast and you ain't Puerto Rican
Your bitch I was freaking, all up on the nuts
Calling her a slut because she gives that pussy up
But she plays you like a fuck truck
Drinking your drinks all up in the club, what?
Such a punk, you's a square with tattoos
Trendy motherfuckers, what happened to you?
What happened to you? Twitter fingers got tough
Wanna be everything, you's a wannabe punk
You's a wannabe thug, a wannabe baller
Stop texting bitches you motherfucking stalker
Chorus
Yo
Tryna be hard, you ain't going far, be who you are
Yo
Again these bitches, had me in stitches, talking 'bout the riches
Yo
Give it up
Give it up
Give it up
Yo
Why am I trippin'? Why am I trippin'? Man acting like bitches
Verse 3
Third verse for you broke chumps
Hanging on them groupies, you another one
You another punk all up in the mix
You sell cars, you ain't never cop shit
You ain't own a crib, you ain't own nada
Holding a bottle taking a picture like a baller
Rottweiler, you barking too loud
I hear you fucking wolfing now, shut the fuck up now
Dope boys get fucked
Like a prostitute but without any bucks
Without any luck, you never got no paper
Sit down fat boy and go puff on some vapor
Chorus
Yo
Tryna be hard, you ain't going far, be who you are
Yo
Again these bitches, had me in stitches, talking 'bout the riches
Yo
Give it up
Give it up
Give it up
Yo
Why am I trippin'? Why am I trippin'? Man acting like bitches
Written by: Fahd Azam
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