Sosa baby
GBE baby
Catch up, catch up
Glory Boyz, Savage Sqaud shit
Bitch, Im coolin in the trap, bitch, Im groovin 
Everywhere I go, I got shooters 
Fredo, Chief Sosa, we keep Rugers 
Have your bitch in the studio and do us 
Bitch, you know Im smokin on fat blunts like I got fat lungs 
USDA approved, get the beef stamped on 
Got introduced the money, that was something to camp on 
And we keep more tools than a pamp boys 
Sosa, I aint on no cool, layback shit
Catch an opp in public and shoot him up in traffic
Ima fuckin dog, you can ask my last bitch
I dont wife no hoe, like a football I just pass it
I keep me a Glock and you know Ima blast it
Me and Sosa spin your block, its a fuckin classic
Late night at your crib, its a fuckin stakeout
Put that chopper to your face, what the fuck you gotta say now?
Fredo, lately I been in my bag, cuz
Waste him, we takin niggas out like trash, cuz
Dirty monеy, keep a nigga cleaner than a pastor
You know we, bеfore Christmas get wrapped up
Rascal like buckwheat, trust no one, but me
Your bitch very nasty, dont think you can pass me
Runnin to her fastly, S55 classy
Judge tryna trash me, no one really has me
Bitch, Im coolin in the trap, bitch, Im groovin 
Everywhere I go, I got shooters 
Fredo, Chief Sosa, we keep Rugers 
Have your bitch in the studio and do us 
Bitch, you know Im smokin on fat blunts like I got fat lungs 
USDA approved, get the beef stamped on 
Got introduced the money, that was something to camp on 
And we keep more tools than a pamp boys