Yeah Hoe

[Verse 1: Ev B] To my fans around Pasadena represent Cuz I love you all your what I call a true friend Cuz I'm still young but they know how I does From the city of the B's still trynna create a buzz Fuck the emulators I'm trynna spend new papers I gotta write a rhyme sorry girl I'll trim you later People like my style the hater eliminator I'm flowing like the Nile amazing with pen and paper Tell the truth kid yeah all my rhymes lucid Only way you can't understand me is if you stupid Who's this new kid making me look clueless They can see me but can't catch me I'm too elusive Truth is there's not a rapper my age as great as me You can name any but I bet I make him take a seat Real rap is gone well Ima fill the vacancy I came to do it watch me prove it yes I will just wait and see [Chorus] Yeah Hoe! x16 [Verse 2: We$ B] Bottles on top of bottles models on top of models Shifting gears in the coupe I'm talking full throttle New city new bitches yeah I'm too active I approach your girl cuz I'm trynna see what's happening Smoking writing rhymes hell I do it with a passion And if you ain't notice came a long way from that trapping Bad bitches staring at the diamonds that I'm wearing I'm the best spitting nigga there ain't no comparing I come from the city the city of the Denver Lanes Where them hoes get ratchet and them fucking hammers bang Where them bricks get to moving 5 0 clueless I'm hustling deep you must got me confused with Them lames ma this that fucking trap music I count it up I ain't got no time for excuses I'm effective to rappers yeah the fucking truth is I got that work nigga I ain't even gotta prove shit [Chorus] Yeah Hoe! x16