Gemini feat. SOSAAVELLI (feat. SOSAAVELLI)

Lil Sosa u know that I'm wit it
I pulled up on him and he shitted
Yo bitch on my dick I admit it
That nigga ratting so he got aquitted

Wake in the morning I brush on my teeth take a piss then I'm straight out the door to a bag
We hit up ya manz in my whip it's too hot so today ima rent me the jag
These nigga be Cappin like they getting money but if it was true they then wouldn't be mad
But they only mad cuz they doing it for clout
Them niggas they know what lil sosaa about
Getting a pound breakin it down call up my youngins and shipping it out
I be too high don't fuck wit the ground I'm rolling og and it's stuff in a stout
Young nigga I'm eating I might get the gout
I get to the bag and that never a doubt
You calling her phone and you cursing her out
I fuck on yo bitch then I tell her to route

Fuck on yo bitch then I tell her to route
Fuck on yo bitch then I get to the bag
Nigga be loving the shit I put out
Bitches be love me they feeling the swag
My hoes do it for me I don't gotta brag
Counting this paper u know that I'm glad u stay wit ya mom and u going out sad
Niggas be mad
Get u a bag

I'm hanging felons...
You gotta get gone ya if paperwork say that u tellin

I stay in my lane...
But nigga I wreck I be quick to put one in ya melon

Watch how u talk when u sayin my name
Idc if u say u was kidding

When it come to my paper I'm not wit the games
And I'm really not tryna be bidding

I'm wit ya bm cuz u did her
Wrong and now she be giving me head
She pay for my weed I'm driving her car and now the bitch giving me bread
I got the drip the glock on my hip today ima split me a wig
Ain't beefing wit niggas that's ratting soon as we spin he gone run to the pigs
He want smoke lite up wit the sig
Lil nigga but to niggas I'm big
Like a minor nigga u can't fuck wit the kid
Ima grimey nigga yea u heard what I said
Not slimey nigga but I'm leaving em red
Clown ass now these niggas the bid
Fuckin wit the gang and we leavin em dead
Like bakery cuz im makin the bread

Fuck on yo bitch then I tell her to route
Fuck on yo bitch yea I told her to leave
Niggas be lookin like they in the drought
Come to the trap I could front you a sleeve
I lost a few niggas took Perkys to grieve
I'm done wit them p's now I need me the g's
You not on my level I'm off these trees
Heard u a rat then I'm takin ya cheese
Don't look at me wrong shit don't even sneeze
I got a new glocks and I'm letting it squeeze
Free Shan out the cage we was selling the deez
They couldn't tell us shit we was makin the cheese
He said he about it I'm like nigga please
Hot boy lite him up to 500 degrees

UGH
HOT BOY LITE HIM UP TO 500 DEGREES

These nigga be mad cuz they bitches be looking
The kitchen I'm working they smell what I'm cooking
Big Sosa go up so put me in the booking
You run up on me and you get ya shit tooken
Wake in the morning I go brush on teeth take a piss then I'm straight out the door to a bag
We hit up ya manz in my whip it's too hot so I had to go rent me the jag
These niggas be Cappin
These niggas be fakin
These bitches be lovin these niggas be hatin
I be in the field and I'm slinging like Peyton
In love with the fetty I don't do the dating
Im demon turned devil they calling me satin
If smoke to be had nigga lets do the baking
One last thing to say and it's not for debating
Lil Sosa the best bitch I been in the making