Young Chop
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 n***a 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 n***a, your type coward
Cali ballin' like Dwight Howard
Hustle man, I fuck with n***as that love the coke and they like sour
Grave yard, we selling rock
You can come up quick on the right hour
Boss n***a, 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 n***as don't come round
Pussy n***as that come round, same pussy get gun down
Real shit, you a snitch n***a, you a bitch n***a
Your girl hard, drive by on my girl car
Cause I tape her up, you know Worldstar
N***a wildin' like payday, n***a wildin' that K spray
Boss n***a with the business holmes
Grown man like Kayslay
Sosa
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[Verse 2]
I'm super man like cold homie
Yellow stones look cold on me
Real rap got the n***as 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 n***as 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, n***a 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, n***a 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 n***a, three large for the whole thing
Real n***a shit, we making them real n***a chips
I got that coka holmes, that Sosa holmes, yea that real n***a hit
Chubby
[Hook]