Love Sosa Freestyle

[Hook] Bitches call me Sosa, know I got my toasta' Snapping like a cobra, I'll put you on a posta' Raining on this thick bitch, she got cake like Oprah Hustle like I'm 'pose to, Chubby slinging coka These bitches call me Sosa, these bitches call me Sosa They know I got that yola, these bitches call me Sosa x2 [Verse 1] Whole thing, break down Broke then, straight now Bitches knowing my motto holmes, ass up, face down (Spend?) then, Steak now, fuck a nigga live great now Your man'll trip, my man'll flip, with banana clips this ape town Black with drugs, white powder Rich from coke, white power Real nigga, your type coward Cali ballin' like Dwight Howard Hustle man, I fuck with niggas that love the coke and they like sour Grave yard, we selling rock You can come up quick on the right hour Boss nigga, that B-I Got these haters all in my B-I I ain't never had shit handed to me, I go get it like T.I High as fuck, no come down Pussy niggas don't come round Pussy niggas that come round, same pussy get gun down Real shit, you a snitch nigga, you a bitch nigga Your girl hard, drive by on my girl car Cause I tape her up, you know Worldstar Nigga wildin' like payday, nigga wildin' that K spray Boss nigga with the business holmes Grown man like Kayslay Sosa [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm super man like cold homie Yellow stones look cold on me Real rap got the niggas gone, crazy swag got the hoes on me They froze on me, they stuck now Just met and I can fuck now Family first, no dummies round If that money round, get bust down Chubby, I don't know why holmes They hating on me, just die holmes My goonie niggas gon' ride holmes I'm chef making them pies holmes, MyPad no Ihome From South Central to the Stuy holmes She getting wet and you get on planes I get in jets, who flyer holmes Turtle top to get wild in, mask on I'm wildin' I'm wildin', I'm stylin' This bitch can't hold her smile in Hollow points from the chrome fly, that red dot That lead pop, your head shot and your dome fly I'm for that bread, nigga home pride Murder beats, holmes know it's Jag Hustle hard and I know it's sad Around coke for so long Really holmes, I can smell the shit and just know it's bad Two time for the dope game, running out I need more caine Titty Boi got two necklace, Chubby Jag need four chains I'm flaming on them, nigga propane Never bang cause my folks bang Label calling me all star, when I came in, I had no game Fuck with fiends that smoke crack, smoke weed, and got a nose game Running around on my bullshit, I'm balling out with D Rose gang Chubby, yup, real spit Flat top, gold chain Fifteen for a verse nigga, three large for the whole thing Real nigga shit, we making them real nigga chips I got that coka holmes, that Sosa holmes, yea that real nigga hit Chubby [Hook]