Sos Lyrics

It's showtime like the Lakers in the 80s

I got 25 reasons for my doing, I'm so shady

Oh my God, I can't believe she trying to pay me, be a lady

People wonder if I'm right in the head cause I be misbehaving

Sometimes I get mad at white folks thinking bout how my people was slaving

I'm uh make sure that my girl hand look like the 43 year old Tom Brady

Booku rings

I'm uh step out like Outkast for my lil baby

Booku clean

You bitch, boy you scary, boy you spooky

Nigga trying to pop his shit, but don't got enough dookie

Why you brought that pole out here nigga, knowing you ain't gon use

I smoke weed that's my drug, you got damn right I'm gon abuse it

Smoking some exotic shit getting my dick sucked, making music

Loboys came to party bitch, get ya life right cause you can lose it

God gave yo ass a brain to think why the hell you don't fucking use it

Mad cause the hoes choosing

Got to know they 'gon do it

Walking through the door with a Sawed Off Shotty

College bitches getting drunk, popping Booku molly

Man we grown as hell don't ask that hoe about her body's

All these bitches done been passed around like hot tamales

I don't think that bitch is 'gon stay down just to be honest

Fuck it I'm just here for fun, dunk dick in hoes like Giannis

Yea, you might run with vultures bitch, but I run with piranhas

Yea, Gwuap 'gon drop a classic album like a Pre-Madonna

Yea, when you call me I'm smoking on gas, this YoungBoy want all the problems

Yea, I think I'm a calculator, all the problems I got I solved them

Fuck it this that big boy talk, I want them and I bought them

I feel like that boy from New York, one on my back, I Sauce them

Walking through the door with a Sawed Off Shotty

College bitches getting drunk, popping Booku molly

Man we grown as hell don't ask that hoe about her body's

All these bitches done been passed around like hot tamales

I told them boys I'm uh be the one to get it started

Just, first I need my drugs

Fuck I need a Plug

I'm uh pay the regular prices and hope he show love

Niggas in a mid life crisis still trying act like thugs

Bitch let's go to war, we Isis how we shoot our guns

Yea, see there face everywhere it's priceless, we do this for fun

I told bae I got some nice shit for to glaze her buns

Fat nigga always telling lame jokes, I swear he a real big pun

Nigga need to lose some weight, nigga hit the gym and run

I got grazed, but still hit my shot, I call that and one

She ask how long I want my dicked sucked, until I nut in some

I know I'm 'fin to turn my self in, I'm 'fin to nut in some

Walking through the door with a Sawed Off Shotty

College bitches getting drunk, popping Booku molly

Man we grown as hell don't ask that hoe about her body's

All these bitches done been passed around like hot tamales