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watchout! - sosav 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

- sosav lyrics

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