SSS (feat. SOSO GB & Saiyer)
(Yeah, Yeah)
(Got SOSO in the building, Yeah)
(Got Saiyer in the building, Yeah)
(Yeah, Yeah)
(We gone fuck it up, Yea Yea Yea)
(Queen City bitch yea it's in the air)
Bitch I'm with guilty, But I ain't guilty (I'm not)
Shooters with some shooters, Bitch I'm in city (Pow)
Get rich or die tryin this 50 on me
I ain't going nowhere, Even if a 50 on me (Ain't pussy)
They put it to my head, They tried to take it from me
They ain't had it in the head, Or I be long gone for that body (Yea)
Youngin praying for them stripes, Waiting in line for a body
Put a bitch in the back, My doggy always ridin shotty (Back there)
If you ain't got my other line, Then You don't need to call me
Tell her what she wanna hear, Never tell her that I'm sorry (Never)
I'm tell it's how it is, They telling different stories
Seen me with who?
Yea ha that's a different story
Gettin money man it stay on my mind (Doo Doo Doo)
He spendin racks, While we stay our time
White bitch she booted up off lines (Boot, Boot)
Innocent hoe but she still do da crime
Ayy, Look
It took a month just for you to try to get it back (Get it back)
Them boys ran up snuck his shit and took his pack (Took his shit)
Sweet lick big pounds he ain't gettin shit back (Nah)
That boy slipping he ain't da king of da trap (Nah)
Lil bruh so I gotta keep that Glock on me (Yea)
No homo I keep Dat shit cock on me (Fah, Fah)
Lil bitch she like that Skii I keep that chalk on me (That Skii)
These goofies hangin around they still talk on me (You a bitch)
It's automatic hoe we gone let shit bang (Bang)
We bout that static pussy when u fuck with the gang (Gang)
Sippin drank we pourin up that purple rain (That drank)
We need that bread bitch you could keep da fame (You can have it)
Ayy, Ayy
We need that bread bitch you could keep the fame
I done valet parked the rental with them bows in the back seat
Got too many racks up in this LV bag, So don't you press me
Peel the doors up got angel wings that's on my back stream
Anytime a nigga flexing he stretched when these clips meet (Blrrd)
Back then she was playing now that hoe she wanna sex me
Only reason she around because she blinded by the neck piece
(Cause blinded by the neck piece)
Me and Squeeze toting poles we go back to back
Fry a nigga like some rice, Ain't no hibachi in my habitat
And them tbs doing numbers sit at home and we lets go rack for rack
You want me to prove I got it bitch, Bitch you wildin tell that hoe relax
And I'm only counting green, I can show you a real cabbage patch
40 thou wow on a PNG, Tell me picture that
(Got SOSO in the building, Yeah)
(Got Saiyer in the building, Yeah)
(Yeah, Yeah)
(We gone fuck it up, Yea Yea Yea)
(Queen City bitch yea it's in the air)
Bitch I'm with guilty, But I ain't guilty (I'm not)
Shooters with some shooters, Bitch I'm in city (Pow)
Get rich or die tryin this 50 on me
I ain't going nowhere, Even if a 50 on me (Ain't pussy)
They put it to my head, They tried to take it from me
They ain't had it in the head, Or I be long gone for that body (Yea)
Youngin praying for them stripes, Waiting in line for a body
Put a bitch in the back, My doggy always ridin shotty (Back there)
If you ain't got my other line, Then You don't need to call me
Tell her what she wanna hear, Never tell her that I'm sorry (Never)
I'm tell it's how it is, They telling different stories
Seen me with who?
Yea ha that's a different story
Gettin money man it stay on my mind (Doo Doo Doo)
He spendin racks, While we stay our time
White bitch she booted up off lines (Boot, Boot)
Innocent hoe but she still do da crime
Ayy, Look
It took a month just for you to try to get it back (Get it back)
Them boys ran up snuck his shit and took his pack (Took his shit)
Sweet lick big pounds he ain't gettin shit back (Nah)
That boy slipping he ain't da king of da trap (Nah)
Lil bruh so I gotta keep that Glock on me (Yea)
No homo I keep Dat shit cock on me (Fah, Fah)
Lil bitch she like that Skii I keep that chalk on me (That Skii)
These goofies hangin around they still talk on me (You a bitch)
It's automatic hoe we gone let shit bang (Bang)
We bout that static pussy when u fuck with the gang (Gang)
Sippin drank we pourin up that purple rain (That drank)
We need that bread bitch you could keep da fame (You can have it)
Ayy, Ayy
We need that bread bitch you could keep the fame
I done valet parked the rental with them bows in the back seat
Got too many racks up in this LV bag, So don't you press me
Peel the doors up got angel wings that's on my back stream
Anytime a nigga flexing he stretched when these clips meet (Blrrd)
Back then she was playing now that hoe she wanna sex me
Only reason she around because she blinded by the neck piece
(Cause blinded by the neck piece)
Me and Squeeze toting poles we go back to back
Fry a nigga like some rice, Ain't no hibachi in my habitat
And them tbs doing numbers sit at home and we lets go rack for rack
You want me to prove I got it bitch, Bitch you wildin tell that hoe relax
And I'm only counting green, I can show you a real cabbage patch
40 thou wow on a PNG, Tell me picture that
Credits
Writer(s): Jefri Sixayaketh
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