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Past 7 Days
Yoko was discovered most frequently at around 25 seconds into the song during the past week

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Lyrics

[Intro]
I'm high as fuck
I just wanna know somethin'
Have you ever felt betrayal?
[Chorus]
I was on slow-mode (Slow-mode)
Went on a drill on my dolo (Whoa)
My jewelry all real, I ain't Ocho (Ocho)
Throw up the rock like it's promo (Promo)
I'm really The Rock, this ain't promo (Uh)
Got a gun in my boot like it's polo (Polo)
I hope JT don't think she Yoko (No)
I'm so fresh, you dressed like hobo (Hobo)
Get to the bands on my solo (I was on slow-mode)
Went on a drill on my dolo
My jewelry all real, I ain't Ocho (Ocho)
Throw up the rock like it's promo
I'm really The Rock, this ain't promo (Promo)
Got a gun in my boot like it's polo
I hope JT don't think she Yoko (I did, Yoko)
I'm so fresh, you dressed like hobo (Hobo)
Get to the bands on my solo (God damn, woo)
Get to the bands on my solo (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Count up a yacht, that's a boatload (Yeah)
Get to the bands on my solo (Whoa)
Count up a yacht, that's a boatload
Open my door, saw a boat froze
If it wasn't just anal, yeah, that'd be a no-no (No)
My Glock with a switch, yeah, it came with like four souls
I shot at him once, shoot that boy, he said, "Oh, no"
My D.C. bitch said she just work at the gogo
I'm devious, dickin' her down like a porno
I got my gun, I don't care who behind me (Yeah)
In Southwest, I used to be neighbors with Vanjie
She my first white girl, I swear her name was just Colleen
That drum on that— yeah, this bitch like a Tommy
This time I'm rapping, baby, like I'm outta here
I'm tryna rep them babies, get them out of here
E.T, they wrap me up, yep, I am not from this sphere (Whoa)
Most of my drugs they come from northern hemisphere (Whoa)
My bitch is from hell (Northern hemisphere)
Pulled down her panties, her pussy got scales
2012, bitch, I'm rockin' Blvck Scvle'
Poured up a six, this ain't Tris on the scale
This lil' dirty cup got me feelin' betrayal
This lil' dirty cup got me feelin' betrayal
Fifty on Glock like a pot with a rail
One of my shooters got paint on his nail
One of my shooters, he feelin' betrayal
This lil' dirty cup got me feelin' betrayal
This lil' dirty cup got me feelin' betrayal
Fifty on Glock like a pot with a rail
[Chorus]
Get to the bands on my solo
[Chorus]
Get to the bands on my solo (I was on slow-mode)
Went on a drill on my dolo
My jewelry all real, I ain't Ocho
Throw up the rock like it's promo
I'm really The Rock, this ain't promo
Got a gun in my boot like it's polo
I hope JT don't think she Yoko
I'm so fresh, you dressed like hobo
Get to the bands on my solo
[Outro]
Solo-solo-solo-solo
Boatload, boatload, boatload (Solo)
Get to the bands on my solo
Boatload, boatload, boatload (Solo)
Boatload, boatload, boatload (Solo)
Get to the bands on my solo
Written by: Michael Moten, Richon W Sankey, Symere Woods, Zakar Johnson
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