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Sosamann


[Intro]
Young Jefe, holmes
Aw
Zaytoven
That boy Cass

[Verse 1]
These n*ggas so scary, won't let them bury me (Aw)
That's why I keep my 30, I shoot like Curry (Boom, boom)
And boy I'm getting money, I'm getting money (Uh-huh)
These n*ggas hilarious, I think they funny (Hahaha, yeah)
Empty out his pockets he on easter bunny (Goddamn)
My b*tch she trying to play me but I'm not no dummy (No)
Ooh, I got some Louis sh*t, can't wait to swag it up (Swag)
I just left the dealership, can't wait to gas it up (Skr-skr-skrr, woah)
Boy, I got a lot of pounds, can't wait to bag 'em up (Woah)
My new b*tch, she from out of town, you know she bad as f*ck (Woah)
What I just spent in Lenox, could've bought a Audi truck (Woah)
I told her she can get it, but she can't stay out the clubs (Goddamn, Goddamn)
Put her on to designer now I can't find her (Aw)
The way she used rock my mic, I should have signed her (Uh-huh)
If I knew she was gone be a hoe I would have fined her (I'm tellin' you)
Fifty on my Glizzy chain, I'm just gon' blind her (GG)
I'm balling just like 23 way back in '93 (Swoosh)
I'm so high right now, feel like I'm on my balcony (Woah)
Every time I hear po-po's, feel like they after me (Woo-woo)
I bet I blow more money than your favorite athlete (Hey)
And my dog Yayo get more b*tches than you peons (Aw)
Every time I'm in the A, they treat me like I'm Deion (Deion)
Glizzy Gang and Neon (Yo-Yo), n*ggas know we be on (Boom, boom)
I know one thing, they ain't on the sh*t that we on (No, no)
Got n*ggas on the Boulevard and n*ggas on the Crest (Uh-huh)
Got too much respect (Uh-huh), if you play then you get left (Woah)
I'm in this b*tch with Longway, we smoking stuffed crust (Okay)
Damn I had a long day, I need somewhere to run (Okay, okay, okay)
[Verse 2]
Feeling just like Caine swerving in that new Mustang (Swerve)
b*tch, play with my name, smack her with my Jefe ring (Jefe)
Got my bad habits from my uncle Pootie Tang (My uncle)
Chasing after cabbage, but I ran into the fame (Aw)
Tre-7 my block, you can't come there after dark (Tre-7)
Murder, Murder, Murder, 3 gon' shoot you with the Glock (3 Murder)
This summer we back Glizzys walking round with knots (Cha-ching)
Pistols on our hip, won't be them n*ggas getting got (Bang, bang)
I just left from Saks, spent some racks, and that's a fact (A fact)
Momma get that call and she gone have a heart attack (Brrt, brrt, aw)
That's why I stay strapped, loaded like I'm from Iraq (Brrrrt)
How that n*gga run up and get hit up in his back? (Goddamn, Goddamn)
Lay that ass down, let that sucker feel them rounds (Lay down)
Hit him nine more times, ask him, "How he like the sound?"
(Boo- boo- boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Lay that ass down, pus*y cat goin' "Meow" (Meow)
Wetting up my Cali (Woosh), swimming in it (Woosh), almost drowned (Woosh)
Atlanta jugging pounds, in an Uber downtown (Uber)
b*tch don't want to maneuver, take her ass downtown (Let's go)
Dunk on that b*tch, no lay ups, sorry I don't wanna lounge (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
First 48 these n*ggas, promise I won't make a sound
(Aw, aw, aw, omertà, aw, aw, aw)
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