iayze - song wars sosa beat lyrics
[intro]
ayy, b+tch, go, turn me up (rrr+rrr+rrr+rrr)
ayy, i said this, this—, this— (ayy)
this all me right now, you know?
i’m—, i’m just coolin’, i’m really on stupid sh+t
i’m on my dumb sh+t, you know?
ayy, i say
[chorus]
i be that n+gga that makin’ these lil’ n+ggas mad, and i’m already knowin’ (b+tch)
i be that n+gga that’s hittin’ your b+tch from the back, and she already showin’ everyone
all of my n+ggas, they don’t discriminate, they blowin’ at everyone, b+tch
i’m the type n+gga go blow me a bag and then show it to everyone (show it to everyone)
like, you don’t got these kicks, these lil’ b+tches new season
they like, “jace, chill out, i mean it, flexin’ on n+ggas for no reason” (for no reason)
you ain’t even gon’ feel the sh+t i’m sayin’ ’cause you won’t be sh+t (you won’t be sh+t)
i just hopped out with a thirty round, that coupe done followed up with thirty more of ’em (b+tch)
[verse]
f+ck a thirty like it’s stephen curry, hop out kd numbers, start scorin’ on ’em
you would think the weather changed, the way that them bullets rain, start pourin’ on ’em
you would think it was a cowboys game, way them n+ggas catch bullets (sh+t)
i done had this sh+t up to the fullest, i done had to even out my lowest (sh+t, lowest)
and he catchin’ bullets, t. owens, i get too high, but a family guy
i get fat off the cup, where’s lois? might get fat off the drank, i know it (know it)
i’ma switch this sh+t up, we see his car, then we switchin’ sh+t up
yeah, i be ballin’, i’m blitzin’ sh+t up, she tryna see my gawk, and i’m like, “yeah, you can kiss it with her”
it’s me, b+tch, it’s me (rrr+rrr+rrr+rrr)
[chorus]
i be that n+gga that makin’ these lil’ n+ggas mad, and i’m already knowin’ (b+tch)
i be that n+gga that’s hittin’ your b+tch from the back, and she already showin’ everyone
all of my n+ggas, they don’t discriminate, they blowin’ at everyone, b+tch
i’m the type n+gga go blow me a bag and then show it to everyone (show it to everyone)
like, you don’t got these kicks, these lil’ b+tches new season
they like, “jace, chill out, i mean it, flexin’ on n+ggas for no reason” (for no reason)
you ain’t even gon’ feel the sh+t i’m sayin’ ’cause you won’t be sh+t (you won’t be sh+t)
i just hopped out with a thirty round, that coupe done followed up with thirty more of ’em (b+tch)
[outro]
that’s it?
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