Sosa Style ft. 500 Lyrics

We riding tinted

I'm fried got my mind spinning

Riding with my niggas

3 Guys at least 5 pistols

Fuck with my plug cuz he know we on a time difference

But we locked in, it's like I share a mind with em

I was Push to start key whipping

Windows tinted 5 percentage they can't see in it

Least 20 years in the trunk, do the speed limit

Let her eat me up, she still can't roll her weed in it

LA palm trees help me breath different

3 Millionaires, SRT, no degrees in it

I can turn nun into sumn give you 3 wishes

Bad bitch ain't from Baltimore but she keep seeing visions

I'm MVP Derrick Rose

1 On 1 Derozan

Say she making plays tell her come her let me hold that

Fuck her like a hoe nah

How deep is yo throat nah

Black owned businesses, I only smoke throwbacks

Niggas hating on me cuz they broke, boa you chose that

Swear you putting money over hoes, where the hoes at

Say they was gone kill me, they gone have to show that

Say he got some balls on em, pull up where he bowl at

Nigga where yo pole

No cap

Heart cold but this ass gun melt a snow cap

Neck, I just froze that

Wrist I been broke that

Still yelling free bro

Till they bring bro back

Trust none

Only trust 1

That's my OG and my pops

Wait that's 2, I got 2 twin glocks and a mop

Shit get hot ain't no warning shots

Make a Nîgga stop right where he at, red dot, that's another head shot

We was fucked up, tryna take paper out the mailbox

Then I lucked up robbed some niggas at they dead drops

These niggas pussy check his bed he leaving red spots

Talking crazy I'll end his sentence with a red dot

Period, ain't no if or ands

Grew up selling sticks and stones, BB gun tucked inna sand

13 With some call of duties and the quickest sleight of hand

I could take yo block, make it hot, then make yo family fans

Keep a Peter roll on me, I'm the family man

That get it done

Everybody look up to me and I'm the youngest man

I had cheese lot of coke and some pots and pans

Trap in college park, not the A but out in Maryland

If you broke you better scam go sell a gram or sumn

Niggas made it, fell off cuz they ain't never make no better plans or nun

Tryna put my family in position they take can take advantage

Focus on yo paper when you chasing shit keep adding up

I could teach u how to trap or sumn

Break it down in fractions then go bag it up

She gone come and suck me while I'm counting up

The plug, just blessed me

My bitch, just call me for money but for dick she gone text say she ready

We had cheese, and pizza dough, turned it to spaghetti

In Miami, off every vice like Tommy Vercetti

I'm Prolly sliding in some shit I know you can't get from yo daddy

Catch a vibe, think this lil bitch old enough to be my mammy

Life a bitch, but her pussy wet I feel like I'm sandy tryna catch a nut

Rap don't work, back to robbing niggas ain't no plan bs or no letting up

Sipping codeine still ain't did no checking up

Check me up

Ain't no one's on ones round here

We was Riding with them steppers

87th Harold's

6 Piece, fry it hard, extra mild n lemon pepper

Trap spot, cash only so I got my clapper

Still isolate n get some paper, Monta Ellis

Put money over love cuz what's better

First round prolly draft myself, shout out Vela

Generational curses, break it down and scale em

Sell em, pack came in the mail return to sender

Family on my back, my niggas on Jersey

She wanna switch positions wimme let her play the center

Keep her in rotation long as she play her position

Still might have to waive see how quick she learn the system

Don't be no victim

I hit all my goals last year I called my self the kicker

Big bro them the realest but who realer than my sister

But who realer than me bitch I'm that nigga

We was hot heads, taking losses kept our heads high

Ion got no friends, just my twin and some dead guys

Smoking dead guys, shit don't even gimme a head high

I done sped by, kicked my feet up, now my legs high

She see I got flaws

Still know I'm the boss man

I just love her jaws

Night time beat her walls in

Early morning flossing

Thought I heard some voices that was just the money talking

Bitch I been that boy since I was walking round with Walkman

2008 My oldest blood trapped with Renaldo Balkman

Selling all this white, granddaddy think I play for Boston

RIP granddaddy though I ain't do shit that he taught me

Hang a nigga jersey he try to cross me

We riding tinted

I'm fried got my mind spinning

Riding with my niggas

3 Guys at least 5 pistols

Fuck with my plug cuz he know we on a time difference

But we locked in, it's like I share a mind with em