Sosa Flow - SpotEmGottem

Ha
I feel like, I feel like, I feel like
I feel like Sosa in his prime, like, back in
Around "Faneto" time

This my old flow, I feel like Sosa (Yeah)
Throw your hoodie on, fuck 'em over
Who them boys over there? I don't know him
If he keep on lookin' wrong, a nigga might just blow him (What?)
This my old flow, I feel like Sosa (Yeah)
Throw your hoodie on, fuck 'em over (Go)
Who them boys over there? I don't know him (What?)
If he keep on lookin' wrong, a nigga might just blow him (Goddamn, goddamn)

The block got hot, fiends got mad (Goddamn)
I catch a kill, hop out, then we kill his ass
These boys keep on tweetin' with they bitch ass
One slug in his head, bet that he crash
I can't lie, oh, I can't lie (I can't even lie)
Put some money on your cheese and your cookie dough
Ayy, ayy, ayy, fell in love with hooker hoes
Bitch, I get money, that ain't shit to let a bitch know
My chain hang, nuts swing, nigga, watch my shit glow
With an assault rifle, bounce out and we cut his throat
I'm like, nigga, cool down with all that hot shit
Nigga, who you get them bales from? That is not it
Ayy, twenty thousand, that ain't nothin' to a P
Put this nigga to sleep
R-I-motherfuckin'-P

This my old flow, I feel like Sosa (Yeah)
Throw your hoodie on, fuck 'em over (Haha)
Who them boys over there? I don't know him (Goddamn, goddamn)
If he keep on lookin' wrong, a nigga might just blow him (Goddamn, goddamn)
This my old flow, I feel like Sosa (Yeah)
Throw your hoodie on, fuck 'em over
Who them boys over there? I don't know him
If he keep on lookin' wrong, a nigga might just blow him