S.O.B (feat. WSR Kamo)
Niggas bitches in the fucking city
Never standing on that business
Boy quit all that talking
You ain't spinning
Then put me in it
Divi copped a chop
And added titties
Tryna print off switches
Flash the light up on this fucking XD
You'll think it's Christmas
You rat just like you fucking Mickey
But Ian talking Disney
On a drill a Walt with a 45
And this bitch hold a 50
Get a hoe to set you up
And she gone die up in there with ya
Can't leave no witnesses in the room
Just take they ass up out the picture
Walk up in party look around
Like where my hoe at
Seen my bro counting money
Then I asked him where the dough at
Lil bitch seen the money pussy dripping
Oh she so wet
Take her ass up stairs
Then I burn her fucking forehead
Thought we was gone fuck
But they asked her where yo clothes at
After the fucking party we count up cheese
Not Swish but cheddar
Say money can't buy happiness
But blue cheese make it better
All the hoe start running
Soon as you start making cheddar
And the hater coming
So you know you gotta load up
Thought I was out lacking
But you know I got the pole tucked
Yes I tote a Glock XD and chop but no beretta
Y'all boys be making disses
But y'all need to stack y'all bread up
Niggas bitches in the fucking city
Never standing on that business
Boy quit all that talking
You ain't spinning
Then put me in it
Divi copped a chop
And added titties
Tryna print off switches
Flash the light up on this fucking XD
You'll think it's Christmas
You rat just like you fucking Mickey
But Ian talking Disney
On a drill a Walt with a 45
And this bitch hold a 50
Get a hoe to set you up
And she gone die up in there with ya
Can't leave no witnesses in the room
Just take they ass up out the picture
Just say the word
We get up withca
Go have some youngeens
Get up him
Them pistol ain't enough
Go grab some chops
Cause gang them bring the issues
Tell bro wipe his mothefucing nose
But talking bout tissues
Say we crack what we cracking 4s
And that's for any nigga
Them boys pussy in the fucking city
Never standing on that business
We be on the block
But they be hiding
So we ain't fucking with em
Divi trap the chop and get to firing
He tryna burn a nigga
Don't leave no witness on the scene
Just take they ass up out the picture
Them niggas bitches in the fucking city
Never standing on that business
Boy quit all that talking
You ain't spinning
Then put me in it
Divi copped a chop
And added titties
Tryna print off switches
Flash the light up on this fucking XD
You'll think it's Christmas
(On gang)
Never standing on that business
Boy quit all that talking
You ain't spinning
Then put me in it
Divi copped a chop
And added titties
Tryna print off switches
Flash the light up on this fucking XD
You'll think it's Christmas
You rat just like you fucking Mickey
But Ian talking Disney
On a drill a Walt with a 45
And this bitch hold a 50
Get a hoe to set you up
And she gone die up in there with ya
Can't leave no witnesses in the room
Just take they ass up out the picture
Walk up in party look around
Like where my hoe at
Seen my bro counting money
Then I asked him where the dough at
Lil bitch seen the money pussy dripping
Oh she so wet
Take her ass up stairs
Then I burn her fucking forehead
Thought we was gone fuck
But they asked her where yo clothes at
After the fucking party we count up cheese
Not Swish but cheddar
Say money can't buy happiness
But blue cheese make it better
All the hoe start running
Soon as you start making cheddar
And the hater coming
So you know you gotta load up
Thought I was out lacking
But you know I got the pole tucked
Yes I tote a Glock XD and chop but no beretta
Y'all boys be making disses
But y'all need to stack y'all bread up
Niggas bitches in the fucking city
Never standing on that business
Boy quit all that talking
You ain't spinning
Then put me in it
Divi copped a chop
And added titties
Tryna print off switches
Flash the light up on this fucking XD
You'll think it's Christmas
You rat just like you fucking Mickey
But Ian talking Disney
On a drill a Walt with a 45
And this bitch hold a 50
Get a hoe to set you up
And she gone die up in there with ya
Can't leave no witnesses in the room
Just take they ass up out the picture
Just say the word
We get up withca
Go have some youngeens
Get up him
Them pistol ain't enough
Go grab some chops
Cause gang them bring the issues
Tell bro wipe his mothefucing nose
But talking bout tissues
Say we crack what we cracking 4s
And that's for any nigga
Them boys pussy in the fucking city
Never standing on that business
We be on the block
But they be hiding
So we ain't fucking with em
Divi trap the chop and get to firing
He tryna burn a nigga
Don't leave no witness on the scene
Just take they ass up out the picture
Them niggas bitches in the fucking city
Never standing on that business
Boy quit all that talking
You ain't spinning
Then put me in it
Divi copped a chop
And added titties
Tryna print off switches
Flash the light up on this fucking XD
You'll think it's Christmas
(On gang)
Credits
Writer(s): Dee C, Kam B
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