Chance The Rapper - YOLO (DJ Allstyle Shout) lyrics
[Chance The Rapper - YOLO DJ Allstyle Shout lyrics]
Yolo nigga, yolo everything
Yolo car, yolo car radio
Look me up in the yolo pages nigga, igh
Hey, Ya! When the fuck you gonna grow up?
When that money gonna show up?
Thought that 10 Day shit would blow up
Got you stressed, ripping your 'fro up
Smokin' squares, fuckin' your throat up
And a nigga from your iPod in
The party and they know ya
And your teachers wanna claim ya
They critically acclaim ya
Used to criticize your mistakes
"Mr bennett's Mr famous"
Mrs rownd just heard your mixtape
"the misogynistic mischief"
You the reason for the mishaps
And should keep coming up missing
You're a top dog you the top, dog
They can't even catch up you so hot, dog
And it feels good, and it feels dope
You still steal shit, cause you still broke
And you really wanna drop, really really hot
Shit that they really wanna cop
But they wouldn't give a fuck
If you won a Grammy
If you end up in the Hall of Rock
Then you end up in a hole
From a hammy to the top
Got 99 problems, got a 100 to the drugs
I should finish up this verse
But, you know I don't give a fuck yOLO!
Yo-Oh oh-Oh oh-Oh oh, YOLO
Shouts out my juice, bitch
My cup runneth over
Bout now them suit's fit
My cuffs button golden
So bitch suck my dick, igh, bitch
Suck my dack
I been riding 'round in that steamer
With that steamer in my lap
I swear I used to give a fuck
But now I give a fuck less
What do I think of success? What
Do you think of fuck fest?
You ever had a foursome? You
Ever been a suspect?
You ever passed the fuck out? You
Ever failed a drug test?
I learned from getting bumped that bumping
Ye could make it be okay all that jumping
Dunking shit can't make a 3 go way
I been up inside the stu'
For fucking three whole days
Yelling, "Fuck the cops
It ain't nothing to box"
So somebody pour me another shot
Like SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS, sHOTS
Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots
SHOTS, Drop, drop, drop, drop
Give a fuck, fuck that-that Is
You going, dot, dot, dot?
Like a lot, lot, lot, lot
Do the fop, bop, bop, bop
Don't stop, stop, stop, stop
Yolo car, yolo car radio
Look me up in the yolo pages nigga, igh
Hey, Ya! When the fuck you gonna grow up?
When that money gonna show up?
Thought that 10 Day shit would blow up
Got you stressed, ripping your 'fro up
Smokin' squares, fuckin' your throat up
And a nigga from your iPod in
The party and they know ya
And your teachers wanna claim ya
They critically acclaim ya
Used to criticize your mistakes
"Mr bennett's Mr famous"
Mrs rownd just heard your mixtape
"the misogynistic mischief"
You the reason for the mishaps
And should keep coming up missing
You're a top dog you the top, dog
They can't even catch up you so hot, dog
And it feels good, and it feels dope
You still steal shit, cause you still broke
And you really wanna drop, really really hot
Shit that they really wanna cop
But they wouldn't give a fuck
If you won a Grammy
If you end up in the Hall of Rock
Then you end up in a hole
From a hammy to the top
Got 99 problems, got a 100 to the drugs
I should finish up this verse
But, you know I don't give a fuck yOLO!
Yo-Oh oh-Oh oh-Oh oh, YOLO
Shouts out my juice, bitch
My cup runneth over
Bout now them suit's fit
My cuffs button golden
So bitch suck my dick, igh, bitch
Suck my dack
I been riding 'round in that steamer
With that steamer in my lap
I swear I used to give a fuck
But now I give a fuck less
What do I think of success? What
Do you think of fuck fest?
You ever had a foursome? You
Ever been a suspect?
You ever passed the fuck out? You
Ever failed a drug test?
I learned from getting bumped that bumping
Ye could make it be okay all that jumping
Dunking shit can't make a 3 go way
I been up inside the stu'
For fucking three whole days
Yelling, "Fuck the cops
It ain't nothing to box"
So somebody pour me another shot
Like SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS, sHOTS
Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots
SHOTS, Drop, drop, drop, drop
Give a fuck, fuck that-that Is
You going, dot, dot, dot?
Like a lot, lot, lot, lot
Do the fop, bop, bop, bop
Don't stop, stop, stop, stop