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Yung Bans - SOS Lyrics
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(Wheezy outta here)
Wheezy outta here, haha
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

Ayy, master on these hoes, let 'em know, SOS
Hundred thousand dollar '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
Street soul, we can get them young niggas possessed
Outside all night, don't wanna go home
Hopped out that paddy wagon, went straight to the payphone
Call 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, f*ck 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 f*ckin' your broad
She throwin' that neck, I'm makin' her nod
She know I be in love with no thot

Master on these hoes, let 'em know, SOS
Hundred thousand dollar '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
Master on these hoes, let 'em know, SOS
Hundred thousand dollar '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)
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(Wheezy outta here)
Wheezy outta here, haha
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

Ayy, master on these hoes, let 'em know, SOS
Hundred thousand dollar '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
Street soul, we can get them young niggas possessed
Outside all night, don't wanna go home
Hopped out that paddy wagon, went straight to the payphone
Call 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, f*ck 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 f*ckin' your broad
She throwin' that neck, I'm makin' her nod
She know I be in love with no thot

Master on these hoes, let 'em know, SOS
Hundred thousand dollar '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
Master on these hoes, let 'em know, SOS
Hundred thousand dollar '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)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Vas Coleman
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Performed By: Yung Bans
Length: 1:54
Written by: Vas Coleman

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