Kickdoeclique - Sosa

Got a hellcat they never gon catch me
I got bad legs fuck all that running
Spark up a blunt, I’m chiefin no passin
Bitches love Sosa, I jus love that Jackson
Blasting dat music don’t need no mansion
Triple digit bank, enough for a small spread
I'll sell what i want don't gaf bout no fed
Got my bread up n i copped a pint of red

Got a hellcat they never gon catch me
I got bad legs fuck all that running
Spark up a blunt, I’m chiefin no passin
Bitches love Sosa, I jus love that Jackson
I need about 10, I can’t stop macking
Claimin that shit you better stop jacking
Split his face up, turn it into fractions
Split ya whole clique up, up into factions
Cut that boy up, he ain’t want that action
Run that boy down, shootin and laughing
No body shots we only head tapping
The homie a milkman! This foo fappin
She drop it low low I get ta clappin
He stand too close n I gеt ta crackin
Cannot barely breathe, yеt im still rappin
Wan be a gangstar I got the passione
That is a reference if you is askin
Fore Im fed to tigers, baskin
Hop in the finity, like im krackin
Spark up a blunt, I’m chiefin no passin
Bitches love Sosa, I jus love that Jackson
Blasting dat music don’t need no mansion
Triple digit bank, enough for a small spread