Sammy Sosa
I just be going for hits
Imma step up with a stick
No I ain't going for that
Imma step to bat
The bases loaded, I'm fully loaded
Not just my 9, 09 loaded
Umpire like got damn
Out the park that's a grand slam
People be fake, show your real colors
Sammy Sosa
I thought I knew ya, he switched it up on me
I don't know ya
Not using bleach, tequila faded
Sammy Sosa
Sammy Sosa
Sammy Sosa
People be fake, show your real colors
Sammy Sosa
I thought I knew ya, he switched it up on me
I don't know ya
Not using bleach, tequila faded
Sammy Sosa
Sammy Sosa
Sammy Sosa
I just want cash, all the blue hundreds
Then imma wrap it in bunches
Tell em it's time to eat
My boy is you packing you lunches
Today I got time for that
You know I'm going to get it
Tellem it's time to eat
My boys is you coming wit me
How many times do I tell yooouuuu
I'm hard to fuck with I put that on the crewwwwww
I got my stuff stolen and now everything newwwwww
I can't go out sad gotta do what it doooooo
I'm back on my grind and I'll show it
These people be fraud and they know it
If you a real one you ain't gotta say it my boy
If it's understood they'll know it
I got the Midas
Everything I touch turn gold
you got the itis
Yo shit not cold, you froze
You stuck like a duck
You soft as a feather
We don't just ruffle we pluck
I just be going for hits
Imma step up with a stick
No I ain't going for that
Imma step to bat
The bases loaded I'm fully loaded
Not just my 9, 09 loaded
Umpire like got damn
Out the park that's a grand slam
People be fake, show your real colors
Sammy Sosa
I thought I knew ya he switched it up on me
I don't know ya
Not using bleach I'm tequila faded
Sammy Sosa
Sammy Sosa
Sammy Sosa
You want the sauce I got
That shit gone cost a lot
I cant be out giving the recipe
He thought it was sweet
He tried testing me
He caught an L
I aint even start sweating
He wanna gamble
I'm ready I'm betting
Shoot your shot just like Reddick
I'll lay you out just like bedding
He tried to run I'll pop up surprise confetti
One eye open like Fety
Even in my sleep I'm ready
He's an impasta, I'll leave him red, spaghetti
All white forces like Nelly
But I had to dip now they messy
Gone Parlay, you a ghost I'm desi
Hold wait that's a hesi
I just want a plain Jane prezi
Skrr on a hater like tires Pirelli
Really can't got for the lies your telling me
You costed us the game to selling
Don't at me
Get at me
Come on wit all that lame ass shit twitter finger
You know you could've used my celly.
Imma step up with a stick
No I ain't going for that
Imma step to bat
The bases loaded, I'm fully loaded
Not just my 9, 09 loaded
Umpire like got damn
Out the park that's a grand slam
People be fake, show your real colors
Sammy Sosa
I thought I knew ya, he switched it up on me
I don't know ya
Not using bleach, tequila faded
Sammy Sosa
Sammy Sosa
Sammy Sosa
People be fake, show your real colors
Sammy Sosa
I thought I knew ya, he switched it up on me
I don't know ya
Not using bleach, tequila faded
Sammy Sosa
Sammy Sosa
Sammy Sosa
I just want cash, all the blue hundreds
Then imma wrap it in bunches
Tell em it's time to eat
My boy is you packing you lunches
Today I got time for that
You know I'm going to get it
Tellem it's time to eat
My boys is you coming wit me
How many times do I tell yooouuuu
I'm hard to fuck with I put that on the crewwwwww
I got my stuff stolen and now everything newwwwww
I can't go out sad gotta do what it doooooo
I'm back on my grind and I'll show it
These people be fraud and they know it
If you a real one you ain't gotta say it my boy
If it's understood they'll know it
I got the Midas
Everything I touch turn gold
you got the itis
Yo shit not cold, you froze
You stuck like a duck
You soft as a feather
We don't just ruffle we pluck
I just be going for hits
Imma step up with a stick
No I ain't going for that
Imma step to bat
The bases loaded I'm fully loaded
Not just my 9, 09 loaded
Umpire like got damn
Out the park that's a grand slam
People be fake, show your real colors
Sammy Sosa
I thought I knew ya he switched it up on me
I don't know ya
Not using bleach I'm tequila faded
Sammy Sosa
Sammy Sosa
Sammy Sosa
You want the sauce I got
That shit gone cost a lot
I cant be out giving the recipe
He thought it was sweet
He tried testing me
He caught an L
I aint even start sweating
He wanna gamble
I'm ready I'm betting
Shoot your shot just like Reddick
I'll lay you out just like bedding
He tried to run I'll pop up surprise confetti
One eye open like Fety
Even in my sleep I'm ready
He's an impasta, I'll leave him red, spaghetti
All white forces like Nelly
But I had to dip now they messy
Gone Parlay, you a ghost I'm desi
Hold wait that's a hesi
I just want a plain Jane prezi
Skrr on a hater like tires Pirelli
Really can't got for the lies your telling me
You costed us the game to selling
Don't at me
Get at me
Come on wit all that lame ass shit twitter finger
You know you could've used my celly.
Credits
Writer(s): Maquel Wheeler
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