SosPurpp lyrics

by

Sosamann


[Intro: Sosamann]
Oh yeah
Damn Quad, this sh*t bang
Damn Quad, this sh*t ill
Damn Quad on this track, Goyard like
Nah, b*tch
Ooh, hey

[Verse 1: Sosamann and Smokepurpp]
It's a black fightin' on the way with them bricks
But you know we still gon' tax 'em
If a n*gga play, then you know we gon' wax 'em
n*gga rock Amiri, never ever had PacSun
n*gga pop P's, now he askin' for a refund
n*gga, you a dweeb and your whole clique be on
I'ma get the cheese and make it do a rerun
How you want beef and you don't even own you a gun?
Slide on your block like a madman
I ain't had sh*t and all my diamonds ain't dancin'
Make 'em took a flick, shoot a Glock like a cannon
Ice on the wrist make a b*tch do a handstand
I don't smoke grams, man, gotta keep a drum like a band man
n*gga try to hit me, get dropped like a Dodge Ram (Uh)
n*gga on the aux like a motherf*ckin' ceilin' fan
A n*gga got seasoning, no cinnamon
I'm Soss
[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
b*tch, betcha I came up out the mud like a diamond
Choppa wipe a n*gga nose, lose his sinus (Yeah)
And I'm f*ckin' on these hoes, they Chinese (Uh)
I could really give a f*ck if they Siamese (Purpp)
f*ck a b*tch, keep the chopper right beside me
Me and Sosa runnin' blocks, athletic (Woo)
These n*ggas fake, prosthetic (b*tch)
b*tch, I don't wanna f*ck, behead it (Uh-huh)
Then I saw trap and grabbed packs and I sent 'em (Uh-huh)
He was talkin' crazy, so the Glock, yeah he met him
Let the Glock blow heat, like a blow dryer (Blow)
Boy, I'm at these n*ggas necks, like a bowtie (Oh)
Then I f*cked a n*gga b*tch from the back side (Yeah)
Watch how I switcheroo
Karate chop a b*tch like kung-fu (Yeah)
These n*ggas don't want beef, like tofu (Purrp)
Diamonds wet, got him sick like he got bad flu (Uh)

[Verse 3: Sosamann]
Yeah, they sneeze on a n*gga like achoo
Had a b*tch blow on the kid like some hot soup
In the trap, n*gga, I drive-thru
Make 'em bleed like a band with the Pirus
You ain't fifty and my show ain't Ja Rule
And my kid, he ballin', ain't talkin' like Caillou, ayy
n*gga try play with the Soss, now you know he dead
Sit in the coupe, I ain't lookin' for chicken head
Drippin' with Purpp and we count up them Benjamins
Deny me a b*tch and she come from the hill to hit
The plug, he white just like Eminem
Strapped in the minivan, going up I-10
Over top rope, belly boy, I dive in
Catch me an opp, and hang him right out with the clan, ooh
[Outro: Sosamann]
Nah, for sh*t sure
Came in all and he done come back
I got Smokepurrp in the b*tch drippin' with me
Know what I'm sayin'
Got a whole bunch of diamonds on us
Nah, we was so icy boys, we was so pricey boys
Know what I'm sayin', what this sauce cost
Whaddup
Ooh
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