Sosa Flow lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, shorty
Who the f*ck you think you are, lil' n*gga?
Runnin’ 'round here standin' on couches, makin’ all this noise and sh*t
That's how you feel?

[Chorus]
b*tch, I feel like Sosa back in 2012, uh
n*ggas movin' slow, I call 'em Tony Snail, uh
b*tch, we doin' sh*t that might put us in jail, uh
I know when I die, b*tch, I might go to Hell, look
Never wife a b*tch, I can't buy hair or nails, look
We got hella drums, I ain't talkin' snares, uh (Brrr)
b*tch, we at the top and I ain’t take the stairs, uh, uh (I ain’t take the stairs)
We gon' take it there, b*tch, we don’t play it fair, look, uh (We ain't playin' fair)

[Verse 1]
This sh*t in me, it ain't on me
b*tch, I’m two four just like Kobe
We be f*ckin' just for fun
Don't know why she act like she know me
If all you do is hate
You will never win
f*ckin' two bad b*tches, I don't care if they was twins
You a broke n*gga, I can't f*ck with you
Never f*ckin' b*tches
'Cause they duckin' you
b*tch, I'm from the L
But takin' W's
n*ggas at the bottom
Nothin' under you, uh, look
b*tch ass n*ggas bein' broke, that sh*t ain't funny, uh
Get up off yo ass, boy, go get you some money, look
All I speak is cash, n*gga, you be talking funny
At the club throwin' ones, n*gga, I might spend a hunnid
[Chorus]
b*tch, I feel like Sosa back in 2012, uh
n*ggas movin' slow, I call 'em Tony Snail, uh
b*tch, we doin' sh*t that might put us in jail, uh
I know when I die, b*tch, I might go to Hell, look
Never wife a b*tch, I can't buy hair or nails, look
We got hella drums, I ain't talkin' snares, uh (Brrr)
b*tch, we at the top and I ain't take the stairs, uh, uh (I ain't take the stairs)
We gon' take it there, b*tch, we don't play it fair (We ain't playin' fair)

[Verse 2]
Look, uh, I'll kill a n*gga 'fore i let 'em tell, look
If he movin' wrong, we fill him up with shells, look
I be missin' court like I never cared, uh ,look
Change my b*tches up just like my underwear, look
I'm a big boss, hit 'em with that crisscross
Don't get me p*ssed off, pockets fat like Rick Ross
You a scrub, n*gga, all you do is trick off
I ain't gotta pay the b*tch
We f*ckin', take that sh*t off
You know I'm a thug, n*gga
I can't show no love, n*gga
Never needed handouts
I got it out the mud, n*gga
Wanna speak on Thug, you f*ckin' wit'cho life, uh
Better ask yo' b*tch, I never leave without my pipe
[Chorus]
b*tch, I feel like Sosa back in 2012, uh
n*ggas movin' slow, I call 'em Tony Snail, uh
b*tch, we doin' sh*t that might put us in jail, uh
I know when I die, b*tch, I might go to Hell, look
Never wife a b*tch, I can't buy hair or nails, look
We got hella drums, I ain't talkin' snares, uh (Brrr)
b*tch, we at the top and I ain't take the stairs, uh, uh (I ain't take the stairs)
We gon' take it there, b*tch, we don't play it fair (We ain't playin' fair)

[Outro]
I feel like Sosa back in 2012
Ayy, let's do it