Sosa Chamberlain

[Intro]
BB on the beat
Sosa on the beat

[Verse 1]
Bank rolls I can see my future full of bank rolls
CSG the gang yeah we use to rock the same clothes
Pulled up on the same hoes
One up I got aim hoe
Rubber keep that thing close
Hold up it’s the gang show
I just hit a lick now he screaming where ma chain go
Counter full of bricks
Fuck the law I can’t go Django
All my niggas strapped
They like what you need a bang for
Rolled in by a strap got it beaming through his peephole
Solo got the Mack I just bought my desert eagle
Ever since a young man ma flow shit been illegal
All up in ma business put some lotion on em knees hoe
[?] by the ocean got her watching where the weed grow
Choking while I'm smoking
Ride fast like a speed boat
Focus why you loping nigga
Where the fuck your team go
Left ma old bitch shawty kept her self esteem low
Slow on yellow but on green
I swear my whole team go
I just need a shawty with a dream and a mean flow
Free all of my niggas out them chains and them jean coat
Chucky bitch you know I do my thing when I'm single
Shout out show my shawty got a job to put her jeans on
I make all my dope white on the streets I see them phines on
Book me for a show I let you know my whole team going
Shawty looking for a track I did for her the single
I need me a shawty and a [?] to put a ring on
Bitches thinking cause a nigga rap I make it rain on em
Ay ay, solo rapping nigga
Wa did do fool, look

[Verse 2]
When the feds try and bag us
We ain’t matching niggas names
Fuck that twitter beef we go start snatching niggas chains
They selling wet work like they trapping in the rain
If you ain’t plugged there
Then they taxing for them things
Still I get half for half
I'm a smoker not a shooter
But don’t get this rap shit twisted
You want smoke then I’ma shoot ya
Head shots how I’ma do ya
My men they bout that action
They don’t give a fuck about beefing
Damn sure don’t give no fucks bout rapping
They ain’t frapping they just clapping
Can’t even keep em cool
My nigga Ty be lurking he be geeked to pull a move
And that move might be you looking sweet as butter
Might have been my man before
But I'm a [?] mother fucker
But my good man still my good man
Won’t change on em for nothing
Ain’t beefin over bitches we just beef when niggas bluffin
Ain’t no calling truce or squashing shit
No type of discussion we just pulling up on niggas
Hopping out and give the [?]
Niggas running and ducking they tryna dodge this chopper
My money spend on lawyers
They money spend on doctors
When I get rich ima leave the streets for something proper
But shit, up until then it’s anything to get a dollar
Dollar dollar dollar