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Yo Ho!
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Yo Ho! was released on August 28, 2026 by Rebels2DaWorld ENT. as a part of the album Lemme Sip My Psilo
August 28, 2026
LabelRebels2DaWorld ENT.
LanguageEnglish
BPM78
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Yo hoe, keep on blowing up my phone like we date she don’t know I hit 100k
Like what’s her value? Only her face
**** like me love to get paid
No, don’t wanna go nowhere unless it’s cross the world
Bust Margiela’s out the box, put on some paint swirls
Jean jacket number nine damn near how much I paid for it
See my enemy with his bitch I’m still gone make him pay for it
Whack his ass then scruff my kicks. I wasn’t raised no lame boy
(Reb!, Reb!,Reb!,Reb!)
And that **** throw tribe down, but he ain’t never made noise
Threw some holes into his hoodie guess he prayed to the Lord
To the most high Ra, protect eye through this war
And if one things fasho, I know how to not be poor
Addison boy, yeah, really made for it
My **** got his Millie pop, He’s still gone serve some eighth’s up
Ayy, my phone full of bops, she still want be my main slut
Got a fetish for a rebel from the waterfront
Aboriginal from the BT
Rose up to TP buzzin’
Now I gotta go collect new hunnids
Got my check chunky, yeah, this ain’t nothing new
Yo hoe, asked me “what we are?” She not into you
Yo hoe, keep on blowing up my phone like we date she don’t know I hit 100k
Like what’s her value? Only her face
**** like me love to get paid
No, don’t wanna go nowhere unless it’s cross the world
Bust Margiela’s out the box, put on some paint swirls
Jean jacket number nine damn near how much I paid for it
See my enemy with his bitch I’m still gone make him pay for it
Whack his ass then scruff my kicks. I wasn’t raised no lame boy
Lame boy wasn’t raised that
Jumping off the Cybins yo bankroll look like it ain’t fat
Fair game cause all these little hoes they like to jump train
Accessories shop at Ferragamo put around my way
No, don’t really wanna go nowhere unless it’s global
Shawty say she never got a taste of life and I can show her
Constant pouts I get doubts when the trap ain't han’t over
Here go, a stranger trying to act like your owner
In a suburban area like where a chase at?
Next city better have a place where the action at
If I was stuck, nowhere, I would fuckin’ stash
It’s in me, not on me, either way I’m gonna run up my bag
Yo hoe, keep on blowing up my phone like we date she don’t know I hit 100k
Like what’s her value? Only her face
**** like me love to get paid
No, don’t wanna go nowhere unless it’s cross the world
Bust Margiela’s out the box, put on some paint swirls
Jean jacket number nine damn near how much I paid for it
See my enemy with his bitch I’m still gone make him pay for it
Whack his ass then scruff my kicks. I wasn’t raised no lame boy
Written by: RaySweets
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