S.O.S Lyrics

22 S.O.S. nigga, it's a man down

He thinkin he get pussy, we done caught him with his pants down

Hit the main bitch, now I'm tryna hit her friend now

20 different guns, we spent they block, they gon' hear it every round

The biggest 22 is Belt ta Ass, you know I'm spankin' shit

Spin a nigga buck and hawk him down, show him I'm dangerous

I'm sorry you can't have my real love, you gotta pay for this

Caught him in the act, that's what happens, thinkin' wit yo dick

The words that you use, you bet not ever say you pressin' shit

You wanna bump, well, I want smoke with whoever

Niggas really cotton soft and they be lighter than a feather

30 different diamonds, I done fucked around and changed the weather

Fuck the pros, I'm the type of nigga slide while on tether

Your diamonds fake and my shit real, go get a tester

Why you fuckin' with a bum? She fuck with me, so I'm gon' bless her

Bro, this yo bitch, I stretched her out just like a gymnast

Caught her body, I fucked up, cause I forgot to whack the witness

It's okay, my nigga on that, park the bitch inside her kitchen

Knock ah head off some shoulders and that chain comin' with it

He graduated, bullets up, they hit his fitted

Fuck the lake, we throw his body in the acid now he missin

You niggas broke, why you steady

Penny pitchin', pocket watchin' ass

Niggas fucked around and fucked your sister

Big 22's, niggas better learn my name then

You yellin' mob, we sent him up where his gang is

it's hot asf the heater with me, so let's bang then

Turn to Jason Taytum and drop 60 off the pain meds

He on the gram talkin' crazy, let me get him

Hollows hit him, turn that nigga to a wood, n they gon' split him

Man down, how your cousin lose his life inside the spital

Head tapper, I'ma leave a nigga dead in the middle

You better chill, these green tips, rippin' through him like some tissue

standin' on business, I'm the type of nigga that's gon' press the issue

That boy a bitch, he shoulda lied and told me he ain't really meant to

Pop a perc, I'm like a zombie, I think niggas got a issue

I'm seein' Red, ready to crash, let me leave

Think it's his heart, but it's not, he got blood on his sleeve

Nine millimeters, get to rippin' through a nigga tees

He tried to run, I hit his leg, so I'ma walk him down on feet

No, I'm not 5 but' niggas' pussy, let me tweak

Heard this yo bitch, she fuck with me because I heard her nigga cheap

Big 22 shit