Dp Beats - Sosa Style lyrics

[Produced by DP Beats] [Verse: Chief Keef] Kush to face, that's the antidote Cops pull us over, don't panic ho Hey, hittin' home runs just like Sammy Sosa I'm smokin' dope, you smokin cantaloupe You smokin' watermelon, you smoke fruit pack Where they do that at b**h I smoke the best O-G My breitling better than your Rollie Who you? I don't know you! Glock on me, turn your a** to tofu Turn your a** to Thai food Do a drive-by by you Hit you aye, guarantee won't miss you Boy I know your momma's gonna miss you And kiss you, give her a tissue Time to pull up on the opps get our pistols n***as too old, I swear these n***as too grown I'm too young, with all this money What the f** I'mma do with all this money? I'mma spend it then get it back I'mma spend it, just make n***as mad I'mma spend it, I ain't gon ride in Jags I'mma spend it on a f**in' M-5, M-6 Hey, hey and a Rari Hey, pull up, pull off sorry Ain't no talkin' You knew that the coppers lurkin' They lookin' for Almighty Because they see me in that tall body Ridin' round look like Yao Ming It's a bird, it's a plane, it's almighty Money in my right and left and back pocket Hey all these b**hes polly pocket All they want is all me pockets I just told them thottie stop it I just told them thottie pop it You gotta little bu*t Can you turn it up? You got some lips, what can you do with them? Can you handle this pipe? Girl it probably change your life I'm rollin' off a flat too b**h you know what a flat do We gonna f** all night We gonna bust all night Glowin' hard b**h, I bust all the lights Too cold, I bust all the pipes Like Dro say, when you're right, you're right