[Hook]
b**hes call me Sosa, know I got my toasta'
Snapping like a cobra, I'll put you on a posta'
Raining on this thick b**h, she got cake like Oprah
Hustle like I'm 'pose to, Chubby slinging coka
These b**hes call me Sosa, these b**hes call me Sosa
They know I got that yola, these b**hes call me Sosa x2
[Verse 1]
Whole thing, break down
Broke then, straight now
b**hes knowing my motto holmes, a** up, face down
(Spend?) then, Steak now, f** a n***a live great now
Your man'll trip, my man'll flip, with banana clips this ape town
Black with d**, white powder
Rich from coke, white power
Real n***a, your type coward
Cali ballin' like Dwight Howard
Hustle man, I f** with n***as that love the coke and they like sour
Grave yard, we selling rock
You can come up quick on the right hour
Boss n***a, that B-I
Got these haters all in my B-I
I ain't never had sh** handed to me, I go get it like T.I
High as f**, no come down
p**y n***as don't come round
p**y n***as that come round, same p**y get gun down
Real sh**, you a snitch n***a, you a b**h n***a
Your girl hard, drive by on my girl car
Cause I tape her up, you know Worldstar
n***a wildin' like payday, n***a wildin' that K spray
Boss n***a with the business holmes
Grown man like Kayslay
Sosa
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[Verse 2]
I'm super man like cold homie
Yellow stones look cold on me
Real rap got the n***as gone, crazy swag got the hoes on me
They froze on me, they stuck now
Just met and I can f** now
Family first, no dummies round
If that money round, get bust down
Chubby, I don't know why holmes
They hating on me, just die holmes
My goonie n***as gon' ride holmes
I'm chef making them pies holmes, MyPad no Ihome
From South Central to the Stuy holmes
She getting wet and you get on planes
I get in jets, who flyer holmes
Turtle top to get wild in, mask on I'm wildin'
I'm wildin', I'm stylin'
This b**h can't hold her smile in
Hollow points from the chrome fly, that red dot
That lead pop, your head shot and your dome fly
I'm for that bread, n***a home pride
Murder beats, holmes know it's Jag
Hustle hard and I know it's sad
Around coke for so long
Really holmes, I can smell the sh** and just know it's bad
Two time for the dope game, running out I need more caine
Titty Boi got two necklace, Chubby Jag need four chains
I'm flaming on them, n***a propane
Never bang cause my folks bang
Label calling me all star, when I came in, I had no game
f** with fiends that smoke crack, smoke weed, and got a nose game
Running around on my bullsh**, I'm balling out with D Rose gang
Chubby, yup, real spit
Flat top, gold chain
Fifteen for a verse n***a, three large for the whole thing
Real n***a sh**, we making them real n***a chips
I got that coka holmes, that Sosa holmes, yea that real n***a hit
Chubby
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