[Intro]
Haha I feel like, I feel like
I feel like, I feel like
Sosa in his prime like
Back in [?]

[Chorus]
This my old flow, I feel like Sosa (Yeah)
Throw yo’ hoodie on, f*ck ’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 yo’ hoodie on, f*ck ’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

[Verse 1]
The block got hot, fiens got mad (Godamn)
I catch a [?] we get his ass
These boys keep on tweetin’ with their bitch ass
One slug in his head, and then he crash
I can’t lie ooh, I can’t lie, I can’t even lie
Put somе money in your cheese and some cookiе dough
Ay, ay, ay, fell in love with hooker hoes

Bitch I get money that ain’t shit to let a bitch know
My chain hang, nuts swang, nigga watch my shit glow
With an assault rifle, bounce out ooh, cut his throat
I’m like nigga cool down all that hot shit
Where you get them bells from? That is not it
Ay, twenty thousand, that ain’t nothin’ to a P
Put this nigga asleep, R.I. motherf*ckin’ P
[Chorus]
This my old flow, I feel like Sosa (Yeah)
Throw yo’ hoodie on, f*ck ’em over (Haha)
Who them boys over there? I don’t know him (Godamn godamn)
If he keep on lookin’ wrong, a nigga might just blow him (Godamn godamn)
This my old flow, I feel like Sosa (Yeah)
Throw yo’ hoodie on, f*ck ’em over
Who them boys over there? I don’t know him
If he keep on lookin’ wrong, a nigga might just blow him

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