Sosa Flow

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 evеn lie) Put some money on your cheesе 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