Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
I'm such a showoff
He had 300 dollars gave him a snowball
Them yo friends they cant come in cause I don't know yall
I got homies in the pen wake up for roll calls
I know you f*cking with the opps I see the sonars
He cut the dope with BCAA that mean its low carb
If he get caught in that jam he sing like Mozart
You my bubba then we share this pack it's both ours
And that shit they selling bland call it coleslaw
I had to get me some bands bro I went so hard
Imma buy me a van and take the doors off
So when shit hit the fan then we can smoke yall
4 whips, 4 guns, that's 4 sticks and 4 gars
Can't win no ring cause yall ain't trained I should coach yall
He throwing shots but should be with his son throwing ball
Say you a stepper we gone catch you like it's Pokemon
She sold my pics to TMZ now that's photobomb
I wrecked my Charger 12 asked was it a stolen car
Jumped out the window threw my pack, scale, pole and all
I wanna f*ck this bitch so bad I might just roll a jar
She took my chain and my heart said it was protocol
I'm such a showoff
He had 300 dollars gave him a snowball
Them yo friends they cant come in cause I don't know yall
I got homies in the pen wake up for roll calls
I know you f*cking with the opps I see the sonars
He cut the dope with BCAA that mean its low carb
If he get caught in that jam he sing like Mozart
You my bubba then we share this pack it's both ours
And that shit they selling bland call it coleslaw
Yung Bubba Detokz - Coleslaw Lyrics
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Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
I'm such a showoff
He had 300 dollars gave him a snowball
Them yo friends they cant come in cause I don't know yall
I got homies in the pen wake up for roll calls
I know you f*cking with the opps I see the sonars
He cut the dope with BCAA that mean its low carb
If he get caught in that jam he sing like Mozart
You my bubba then we share this pack it's both ours
And that shit they selling bland call it coleslaw
I had to get me some bands bro I went so hard
Imma buy me a van and take the doors off
So when shit hit the fan then we can smoke yall
4 whips, 4 guns, that's 4 sticks and 4 gars
Can't win no ring cause yall ain't trained I should coach yall
He throwing shots but should be with his son throwing ball
Say you a stepper we gone catch you like it's Pokemon
She sold my pics to TMZ now that's photobomb
I wrecked my Charger 12 asked was it a stolen car
Jumped out the window threw my pack, scale, pole and all
I wanna f*ck this bitch so bad I might just roll a jar
She took my chain and my heart said it was protocol
I'm such a showoff
He had 300 dollars gave him a snowball
Them yo friends they cant come in cause I don't know yall
I got homies in the pen wake up for roll calls
I know you f*cking with the opps I see the sonars
He cut the dope with BCAA that mean its low carb
If he get caught in that jam he sing like Mozart
You my bubba then we share this pack it's both ours
And that shit they selling bland call it coleslaw
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
I'm such a showoff
He had 300 dollars gave him a snowball
Them yo friends they cant come in cause I don't know yall
I got homies in the pen wake up for roll calls
I know you f*cking with the opps I see the sonars
He cut the dope with BCAA that mean its low carb
If he get caught in that jam he sing like Mozart
You my bubba then we share this pack it's both ours
And that shit they selling bland call it coleslaw
I had to get me some bands bro I went so hard
Imma buy me a van and take the doors off
So when shit hit the fan then we can smoke yall
4 whips, 4 guns, that's 4 sticks and 4 gars
Can't win no ring cause yall ain't trained I should coach yall
He throwing shots but should be with his son throwing ball
Say you a stepper we gone catch you like it's Pokemon
She sold my pics to TMZ now that's photobomb
I wrecked my Charger 12 asked was it a stolen car
Jumped out the window threw my pack, scale, pole and all
I wanna f*ck this bitch so bad I might just roll a jar
She took my chain and my heart said it was protocol
I'm such a showoff
He had 300 dollars gave him a snowball
Them yo friends they cant come in cause I don't know yall
I got homies in the pen wake up for roll calls
I know you f*cking with the opps I see the sonars
He cut the dope with BCAA that mean its low carb
If he get caught in that jam he sing like Mozart
You my bubba then we share this pack it's both ours
And that shit they selling bland call it coleslaw
Writer: Darius Brown
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