Yung Bans — SOS

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Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here, haha
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger

Ayy, monster on these hoes, let ’em know, SOS
Hundred thousand dollars ’round my neck make her undress
Know some young niggas take your soul for a lil’ check
Slide on ’em in a space coupe, no Star Trek

I made it out the jungle with finesse
Streets so wicked, got them young niggas possessed
Outside all night, don’t wanna go home
Hopped out that paddy wagon, went straight to the payphone
Called my mom for Metro, 15 years old
The year 2016, I was so low
They tryna send me down the road, will I make it home?
The shit I think about at night, only God knows
Who was here before the fame?
Pussy ass niggas tellin’ names
Ayy, fuck ass nigga, you to blame
Streets made me who I am, who I became
She wanna kick it with a star, we can go to Mars
I just popped these Percs, don’t pop no bars, say oh my God
Don’t mean to be rude, don’t mean to bombard
I smashed your ho, I’m fuckin’ your broad
She throwin’ that neck, I’m makin’ her nod
She know I be in love with no thot

Monster on these hoes, let ’em know, SOS
Hundred thousand dollars ’round my neck make her undress
Know some young niggas take your soul for a lil’ check
Slide on ’em in a space coupe, no Star Trek
Monster on these hoes, let ’em know, SOS
Hundred thousand dollars ’round my neck make her undress
Know some young niggas take your soul for a lil’ check (Yeah)
Slide on ’em in a space coupe, no Star Trek

Wheezy outta here
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger