[Intro]
Sosa, baby
[Chorus]
No, I can't calm down, bitch I'm too turnt up
Judge gon' give me life, foe 'nem Murders
Sittin' at a red light, pourin' this purp' up
See the LVs on my boxers, while I'm liftin' my shirt up
Cops tryna search us, hoes tryna twerk us
Walk in with all this ice, did it on purpose
Got spice like red hot, need to keep ya tail tucked
Have folks nem deliver this to you, put it in ya mailbox
[Verse 1]
Niggas be really knowin', bitches be really goin'
Look up and the ceilin' gone, that ass I'm feelin' on
Gimme a Christina Milian, I could pop me a wheelie on
Bout to go get some more chains, like I ain't got enough jewelry on
Went to the trap last night, and I looked up it was dawn
Got a U-Haul backin' in, with equipment & more laundry
You know we ain't really for none, all I know is get paper
I know killas, and they owe me big favors
Bitches XO me like Weeknd, I'm somewhere out eating
Stay yo ass in 2 feet, or go yo ass on the deep end
Someone hand me an ashtray, that's my boys who passed away
Keep my mouth laminated, 'til the day I'm eliminated
Sosa, baby
[Chorus]
No, I can't calm down, bitch I'm too turnt up
Judge gon' give me life, foe 'nem Murders
Sittin' at a red light, pourin' this purp' up
See the LVs on my boxers, while I'm liftin' my shirt up
Cops tryna search us, hoes tryna twerk us
Walk in with all this ice, did it on purpose
Got spice like red hot, need to keep ya tail tucked
Have folks nem deliver this to you, put it in ya mailbox
[Verse 1]
Niggas be really knowin', bitches be really goin'
Look up and the ceilin' gone, that ass I'm feelin' on
Gimme a Christina Milian, I could pop me a wheelie on
Bout to go get some more chains, like I ain't got enough jewelry on
Went to the trap last night, and I looked up it was dawn
Got a U-Haul backin' in, with equipment & more laundry
You know we ain't really for none, all I know is get paper
I know killas, and they owe me big favors
Bitches XO me like Weeknd, I'm somewhere out eating
Stay yo ass in 2 feet, or go yo ass on the deep end
Someone hand me an ashtray, that's my boys who passed away
Keep my mouth laminated, 'til the day I'm eliminated
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