Would You

Sosa, Haha Bitch

If I was inna trap, would you scale it?
Do you want the pack right now? do I mail it?
If i was struggle dead broke, would you be here?
If I was grinding till dawn, would you believe it?

Real nigga love me
Fake bitch hate me
Call my phone I got it now getting bacon
Rip my baby zae we was Slavin
Momma said I'm young and reckless tranna make it

Glock a pop a nigga in his face just like bacon
You ain't fucking with theses niggas you amazing
Cute butch pretty face that's my baby

Brodie paid three hundred for the shoes and they not mikes
If I was inna trap,would you scale it?
Do you want the pack right now?, do I mail it?
If i was struggle dead broke, would you be here?

If I was up in the kitchen, water whipping
If Cops come, just put it in the cellings

If I was grinding till dawn, would you believe it?
Ian tranna play no games baby believe it
I got some niggas that are lost talking to demons

Momma raised me right, I fell in love with the gun later
Big chop, big k, hit him in his face

Chasing all theses blue bills bitch I'm Benjamin Franklin
If you drop a diss on Xavier, you gon be in a casket

I looked the devil in the eyes I told that nigga die
Rollin up this Russian cream
Till I fucking cry
Smoke all my pain and emotion, bitch I'm so high

Hmmmmm, bitch I'm so high

Real nigga love me
Fake bitch hate me
Call my phone I got it now getting bacon
Rip my baby zae we was Slavin
Momma said I'm young and reckless tranna make it

Glock a pop a nigga in his face like bacon
You ain't fucking with theses niggas you amazing
Cute bitch pretty face that's my baby

Brodie paid 300 for the shoes and they not mikes
Hmmmmm, and they not mikes
Hmmmmm, Brodie paid 300 for the shoes and they not mikes



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Writer(s): John Calderon Sosa
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