Drake N Josh (feat. Dolo James)

HAHA SOSA, YEAH BITCH!
Yo' what's popping sosa?, shit alright
She a groupie, little bitch she a groupie she get up on her knees
Four-five hit his tummy made his ass scream, DMB dirty money boy, man that's fucking team
Little bitch she a groupie she get up on her knees
Four-five hit his tummy made his ass scream, DMB dirty money boy, man that's fucking team

Ayy yeah, uhh, DMB, that's the mother fucking team, got a ski on in the summer can't be mother fucking seen
And you're bitch tryna get lucky how she looking at my green, yeah, how she looking at my green
I'm in the game theses niggas haten cause theses pussies lame, little mama steady tryna wear my fucking chain
Told her baby you won't love it, lets just stay the same, me and my niggas on a mission tryna see the top

30 shots up out this glock, yeah, we hit him in his back, huh,
Damn huh, yeah, 30 shots out this glock bullets made him hop
Knock, knock, yeah, you know we at the door, we come in little nigga, yeah, you know we about to score
Came in little, came in with so much more
Damn sosa, I fell in love with a demon just see her eyes, now she steady in her feelings little baby tryna cry

Came in with so much more, think to my self, like damn we had to score
But we spin the block we want some more, I've been down on my ass man this shit real
I done made a couple moves, bitch I will never sign a deal
He shot twice, so he knew he had to die, yeah, told my mans, like is you gon' ride?, we gotta go to war

Roll the dice pay the price, if you really talking crazy, we gon' send you to the sky
Matter fact I'm in the coupe, and I'm chillin' with the guys
If you really talkin' crazy, we gon' hit you in your eye
And ima' talk my shit up on the beat, talk yo' shit huh, because a nigga couldn't scare me with his heat
But go, cause all y'all niggas do is talk about beef, I ain't vegan little nigga so you know I'm about to eat
And y'all niggas talk about smokey, I'm gon' blow, we caught you're man's, like can we get some more?
He like the waitresses, like can we get it to go?

Why and the fuck do you always keep trippin'?, I got the sauce ion' really like to dip it
Been counting money, love the way I've been feeling, all up in my thoughts a rainy day ghetto children
Why you trippin'? on that bitch when she was sucking on some tip
Told that nigga don't watch gang boy you better watch your bitch
Little bitch on my dick, and she lovin' the tip
Now we chillin' in the six, banging on sosa in the whip now she tellin' me to chill, I ain't a lover ima' pimp

Sippin' casamigos got me chillin' with the freak hoes, she got lucky so she chillin' with the freak bros
Brought her back now she sipping casamigos, she on the phone like me and bro the migos
Fuck her once pass her to the brodies call it bang bros, fuck her twice, put her in a yollie' she gon' stay close
Fuck her twice, pass her to the gang she a freak ho', fuck her trust now I'm moving slowly like all the drank gone
Like bitch yeah, stop callin' my phone, huh, leave me alone, yeah, you know I'm in the zone

Matter fact bitch leave me alone, if you really talking crazy you can catch me with the hoes
Matter fact I'm with the bros, and we chillin' with patron, ion' tweet up on net
When I see you bitch its up, I was spinning inna' yollie' tryna really buss a punk
Told that bitch hold the gun up in her purse, she knows what's up
HAHA SOSA, YEAH BITCH!