Lyrics Sos Pwa - Supreme Patty, GEEZGOTGIRLSGOING

Sos Pwa

Gunnin' down the lane, hundred racks in my Gucci store
Gunnin' down the lane, hundred racks in my Gucci store
Too much coke, I’ve been servin' too much coke
Too much dope, I’ve been servin' too much dope
Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t
Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t
Too much coke, I’ve been servin' too much coke
Too much dope, I’ve been servin' too much dope
Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t
Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t
We down the brick and I smoke out the pound
Whippin' that white and I’m singin' that brown
Jump in the Benz and I’m makin' my rounds
Tank on my wrists when I shoot through the town
If you can’t swim, then I bet you would drown
Bag a bad bitch then I’m takin' it down
Got girls goin', I’m takin' a crown
When I come through, man, I’m shuttin' it down
they ain’t makin' a sound
sound
Stack up my feet when I step on the ground
Move with a grip, man, I’m standin' my ground
Team full of G’s, I don’t fuck with no clowns
with the pounds
Kick down his door, get hit with surrounds
Fuck it, I’m snappin', my
Too much sauce, I’ve been drippin' too much sauce
Too much sauce, I’ve been drippin' too much sauce
Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t
Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t
Gunnin' down the lane, hundred racks in my Gucci store
Gunnin' down the lane, hundred racks in my Gucci store
Too much coke, I’ve been servin' too much coke
Too much dope, I’ve been servin' too much dope
Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t
Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t
Too much coke, I’ve been servin' too much coke
Too much dope, I’ve been servin' too much dope
Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t
Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t
Flippin' the brick and I whip it some more
24 hoes and they all on go
Poppin' a xan and they keep me afloat
I whip out my dick and she like, «Woah, woah», yeah, gang
All these drugs got me goin' insane, hold up, what
on my name
Came up from nothin', now I’m chillin' out in LA
Bad bitches all around me goin' silly
Servin' pressure, yeah, you know we servin' all day
Makin' moves, bitch, I had to learn the hard way
Went from wearin' Levi’s, now I’m wearing Balmains
Haters hatin' on me, lookin' at me sideways
They just mad they won’t ever be in my place
Nut that hoe, then I skrt off in that i8
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Fuckin' my bitch, then I’m fuckin' her friends
She suckin' my dick while I’m countin' these bands
I don’t do 9's, all my bitches is 10's
I carry a 9, I ain’t trustin' no friends
Haters wanna see a nigga locked in a can
Always got niggas, I stuck to the plan
Hunnid' K, that’s ten rubber bands
On my life, whippin' that butter can
Got girls goin', on demand
Too much sauce, I’ve been drippin' too much sauce
Too much sauce, I’ve been drippin' too much sauce
Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t
Either you got it or you don’t, you got it or you don’t
Gunnin' down the lane, hundred racks in my Gucci store
Gunnin' down the lane, hundred racks in my Gucci store