WillThaRapper - Sosa Chamberlain lyrics

[Intro] BB on the beat Sosa on the beat [Verse 1] Bank rolls I can see my future full of bank rolls CSG the gang yeah we use to rock the same clothes Pulled up on the same hoes One up I got aim hoe Rubber keep that thing close Hold up it's the gang show I just hit a lick now he screaming where ma chain go Counter full of bricks f** the law I can't go Django All my n***as strapped They like what you need a bang for Rolled in by a strap got it beaming through his peephole Solo got the Mack I just bought my desert eagle Ever since a young man ma flow sh** been illegal All up in ma business put some lotion on em knees hoe [?] by the ocean got her watching where the weed grow Choking while I'm smoking Ride fast like a speed boat Focus why you loping n***a Where the f** your team go Left ma old b**h shawty kept her self esteem low Slow on yellow but on green I swear my whole team go I just need a shawty with a dream and a mean flow Free all of my n***as out them chains and them jean coat Chucky b**h you know I do my thing when I'm single Shout out show my shawty got a job to put her jeans on I make all my dope white on the streets I see them phines on Book me for a show I let you know my whole team going Shawty looking for a track I did for her the single I need me a shawty and a [?] to put a ring on b**hes thinking cause a n***a rap I make it rain on em Ay ay, solo rapping n***a Wa did do fool, look [Verse 2] When the feds try and bag us We ain't matching n***as names f** that twitter beef we go start snatching n***as chains They selling wet work like they trapping in the rain If you ain't plugged there Then they taxing for them things Still I get half for half I'm a smoker not a shooter But don't get this rap sh** twisted You want smoke then I'ma shoot ya Head shots how I'ma do ya My men they bout that action They don't give a f** about beefing Damn sure don't give no f**s bout rapping They ain't frapping they just clapping Can't even keep em cool My n***a Ty be lurking he be geeked to pull a move And that move might be you looking sweet as bu*ter Might have been my man before But I'm a [?] mother f**er But my good man still my good man Won't change on em for nothing Ain't beefin over b**hes we just beef when n***as bluffin Ain't no calling truce or squashing sh** No type of discussion we just pulling up on n***as Hopping out and give the [?] n***as running and ducking they tryna dodge this chopper My money spend on lawyers They money spend on doctors When I get rich ima leave the streets for something proper But sh**, up until then it's anything to get a dollar Dollar dollar dollar