Sosa (feat. Southside Hoodlum & YRH Bankrolljay) - Vinc The Don

What's up with that weed man We blowing trees Money from these hoes man That's what I need What's up with that weed man We blowing trees Money from these hoes man (ayo Schim run that shit back) They try to tell me I'm a bopper, copper Dropper, popper, stopper, commas, a lotta' I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama Poppa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker Clientele all on my phone I went to Venice just to bone her and end up taking shawty home I got bitches on my dick, won't leave me lone' I keep it player I ain't worried 'bout a hater they gon' talk too much (What's up with that weed man) I'm the biggest fucking guppy in the tank, lil' baby You need a ticket just to get a up in the place, lil' baby I make a ticket every city in the states, lil' baby I'm the shit prolly' how I got the stench, but lately I been on the road for the riches Tryna' double all my expenses I ain't never gon' fall of a pivot (straight up) But I'ma' prolly' be trippin' if I hear one more description About a nigga having me and some lame in the same sentence, nigga (What's up with that weed man) 'Cause I ain't even like that boy Probably couldn't even write with the boy Be mean all night to the boy Fee-fi-fo-fum, I up this (shhh) and change the height of the boy Swear they don't know me, don't wanna meet the old me They try to tell me I'm a bopper, copper Dropper, popper, stopper, commas, a lotta' I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama Poppa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker They try to tell me I'm a tailor, gangster, but I do it major Weed, head, but I be with bangers Why you talking to the coppers, not us Why you trynna' stop us? On them shrooms, we ain't pill poppers Wanna book me, fly me private baby Ride me baby, from the burb where they grimy baby I been looking shiny lately, what the time say? I can't even see the face Stars in the roof make her think I'm outer space They try to tell me I'm a bopper, copper (yeah) Dropper, popper, stopper, commas, a lotta' I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama Poppa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker I got options Big 40 on my waist, feelin' cuffed I'm on gas, bitch I'm coughing, what you need though? I got hoes, pistol totin', moon walkin' till their knee's sore Drank up in my gut and in my pee hoe Shoot the shot like free throw Tryin' shit, not me though Drank's in my tee, hoe Big mac and my heat close Get popped through that peephole They try to tell me I'm a bopper, copper Dropper, popper, stopper, commas, a lotta' I do anything for dollars, gualla, mama Poppa, slaughter, daughters, head knocker

Thinking of poems of poverty Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority Oh what a soft touch of a boy He'd wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self Visions to his self We'd talk of treasures, and over-rated games We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way. What we loved most of all, was sitting round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone, Sitting all alone Pondering times of sanctuary He was sitting taking his piano lessons, we were on half an E Invested life in medicine, which isn't the wisest way to go, had so much shit going on. Convinced he'd never win. Convinced he was a sin. We'd speak of women and cheaper carryouts We'd turn up to all the festivals, trying to bring down the touts, What we love the most of all was sittin' at the shop, while this young boy was sittin' all alone, Sittin' all alone We'd talk of treasures and overrated games We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way. What we loved most of all, was hanging round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone, Sittin' all alone He couldn't find none of his own kind, he didn't have none of his own kind You should take interest in his mind, not spend all of his time wastin all his money and his time Thinking of poems of poverty Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority Oh what a soft touch of a don He'd wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self Visions to his self We'd talk of treasures and overrated games We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way. What we loved most of all, was hanging round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone, Sittin' all alone What we loved most of all was hanging round the shop What we loved most was sitting round the shop What we loved most was standing at the Dryburgh shop, What we loved the most was hanging round the shop while he was all alone

(A-A-Astro got it runnin') What? Huh, yeah, fuck What, what? Yeah Aye, big scope on a nigga, long range Got shit in my drip, gold fangs Shawty known for sucking dick, no name Human torch, I got the fuckin' propane Who that knocking at my fuckin' door man? Fuck it, let them bodies hit the floor then CJ, where the fuck is the dope man? (What?) EA, pass the ball bitch I'm open (fuck) Catfish, we gon' get to exposin' Niggas acting tough, we dumpin', DeRozan Nigga make a little noise, think he chosen You ain't lit, you just having a moment (pussy) Going crazy, where the fuck my opponents? Pussy, frail, and fake make all your components Fourth quarter, now you niggas is choking Spot a leak, swear to god bitch we on it I feel like Diablo (why?) I'ma fill him with hollows In Aventador swervin' them potholes Tryna take everything that you got, hoe Come out and meet me right outside the spot, hoe Need you to go and link bro, it's a plot, hoe When you get in the crib, send the addy So, we can pull up and just take all his guap, hoe We gon run in that bitch like, boom, boom, boom And we ain't gon knock, hoe Like I'm Savage, I need me a lot, hoe (what?) Bitch, you know not to fuck with my Vatos They gon' turn your beloveds to tacos (yeah) Finna chop 'em up, shout out to Gwapo (yeah) 6'7 they tossing a lob, hoe Truthfully, I am all what you not, hoe Feel like Gunna, I made the bitch hot, hoe Play me, no (what?) hate me, no (what?) Play me, no (what?) hate me, no Ruthless when I pull up spittin' like I'm toothless, switch the flow up Niggas still a nuisance, need to grow up Ice baguettes on me, make a nigga throw up Wait, drip check, need to glow up Wait, misstep, nigga hold up Wait, Embiid with the floater Droppin' like 50 every quarter I'm finna murder him, burden' him, fully discourage him Cut off his limbs, grill the opp pack, we burnin' em Niggas always on my dick, I'm concerning them We ain't friendly, on Big Meechie we hurtin' them I'm like fuck that, hop up on my dick, Smith and Wesson we gon' bust that Aim it at his kids, know the demons finna love that DC off the shits, nigga tell me where the club at We finna go columbine that bitch, huh, yeah American Psycho (hi) The Don (what?) Go ahead, repent your wrongs Nigga, you takin' too long Angel Wings, bitch, that's my new Saint Laurent (what?) Crucifixions, we ain't makin' no songs (what?) Eternal doom when you fuck with The Don Pussy, welcome to the Megalodon (bitch) Big scope on a nigga long range Got shit in my drip, gold fangs Shawty known for sucking dick, no name Human torch, I got the fuckin' propane Who that knocking at my fuckin' door man? Fuck it, let the bodies hit the floor then CJ, where the fuck is the dope man? EA, pass the ball bitch, I'm open Catfish, we gon' get to exposin' Niggas acting tough, we dumpin', DeRozan Nigga make a little noise think he chosen You ain't lit, you just having a moment Going crazy, where the fuck my opponents? Pussy, frail, and fake make all your components Fourth quarter, now you niggas is choking Spot a leak, swear to god bitch we on it Pow, pow, pow, pow