Trap Otto
Bang Bang
Beep
Bang Bang
Sosa Baby
GBE Baby
Sosa on the Beat
I remember being in the streets trying to take somen 
Ride around in the field with a K drum 
Ride down on a fuck nigga, bake some 
Now I hardly ever even see my day ones 
I make the 
I be floatin dirty, I dont need no gravity 
Make her say Uhh like Master P 
If you aint gettin money it can lead to tragedies 
Popped up in my crib without permission 
Call that stalkin, call that stalkin 
I went in the mall and bought everything out the store
I call that ballin, I call that ballin 
I heard you be trippin on a thotty 
I call that fallin, I call that fallin
I heard you were here flexin like you catchin bodies
Dry snitchin on yo self, I call that talkin 
I walked in the club and they all start shakin ass, shakin ass 
Dead man in my pockets, someone please call the damn ambulance 
Im on offense, the defense Ill handle 
Got your bitch meltin like a lit candle 
Where Im from 2-4 means 10-4 
Why Im flexin like that I aint have shit hoe 
I remember being in the streets trying to take somen 
Ride around in the field with a K drum 
Ride down on a fuck nigga, bake some 
Now I hardly ever even see my day ones 
I make the 
I be floatin dirty, I dont need no gravity 
Make her say Uhh like Master P 
If you aint gettin money it can lead to tragedies 
I swear to God right now I cant even fucking breathe 
One Tooka blunt got me walkin with a weave 
Gave your bitch one pill now she crawlin on her knees 
She was standin on her head, now she fallin on her feet 
Tote the cash baby gone see a doctor for me 
I know before I go get locked up, you gone get locked up for me 
I know you really will get a nigga shot up for me 
I dont buy bitches but I know youll buy one for me 
Whoever said living was the stars in the sky 
And Im sitting on the stars in the sky every night 
Im smokin on that Mary, yeah, Mary J. Blige 
It was me in the sky and the stars tryin to fight 
I just met a bad bitch, but Im only tryin to fuck 
Im a squirrel no lie, Ima need another nut 
Remember on the block, sellin dope, been blowin punks 
Run up on him click-clack, 12-gauge him in the trunk 
I remember being in the streets trying to take somen 
Ride around in the field with a K drum 
Ride down on a fuck nigga, bake some 
Now I hardly ever even see my day ones 
I make the 
I be floatin dirty, I dont need no gravity 
Make her say Uhh like Master P 
If you aint gettin money it can lead to tragedies 
Sosa On The Beat