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sosav - watchout! lyrics

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this is the famous ak+47
turn the f+ck up
nothing gets between me and my ak
yeah, yeah

n+ggas stay watching my pockets
if you like what you see then just cop it
all that sh+t that you talkin’ just stop it
yeah, b+tch i’m jumping to the top rim

i cannot see what you talkin
when i jump i’m gon’ hit at the top rim
stayin’ fly with my chain steady poppin
pistol straight to my hip send a rocket

and she twist on the d+ck like a bop it
why my d+ck in they mouth i’m the topic
got a badass b+tch from the tropics
you ain’t got no plug, no static

spin with nc reign in a caddy
n+ggas talk, straight sh+t on the net
but the n+gga ain’t send no addy
and these b+tches be fake like plastic

give a n+gga straight scars no tatted
treat a hoe like a blunt, straight passin
edge runners, my n+gga stay sackin
breadwinners, my n+gga straight cashin
straight metal to his chest, sh+t tragic
b+tch, i fly out the state
with like ten in the bag
and i double sh+t up like magic

and that sh+t straight aids like magic
deep, deep in my bag , i’m not talkin’ bout fritos
feelin’ the beat, man, you know that i’m lethal
everyone know i be spittin’ this heat though

im bout to walk on the beat, bouta make me a beat
man you little n+ggas can’t compete though
every time i’m on the mic, it’s like playin’ a game
and you know that i got all the cheat codes

i’m really top one, not two, not three
and i need you to take a lil seat hoe
comin’ from a show in nyc
and the people go wherever we go

you n+ggas just don’t want no static
like rich amiri, b+tch, we causin’ some havoc
you know that i linked up, with muhf+cking sosav
b+tch, you know that it’s bout to get tragic

i got 21 guns, b+tch, you know i’m not savage
you know that i’m different, you know i’m not average
i’m ballin’ too hard, they gon’ call me a maverick
but no, we not livin’ in dallas
i’m like a king, b+tch, i need me a chalice
i need me a moat and i need a big palace
i’m tryna stack my money tall, i need that sh+t greener than salad
b+tch, i do what i want, just do what i can

n+ggas stay hating ‘ while i hit my dance
n+ggas be lurkin’, know that your pockets be hurtin
but i cannot give you a chance
i know that b+tch on the low, she a fan

it’s crazy what hoes really do for a hand
you be quiet if you heard what we do to your mans
put a belt to your ass, now you won’t make amends
you f+ck it right over and do it again

and it’s crazy my opps tryna turn into friends
if we flexin’ in v, you gon’ be in a benz
these n+ggas ain’t never gon’ see it through my lense

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