Sosa Flow 2 ft. Nolan Lewis Lyrics

I ain't sippin' High Tek

Lil bitch this a Fairlife

Yeah my fit is black as death

Now that nigga scared of nights

Shit I'm getting tired of threats

Told my opps to pull up

He so scared he shit himself

I grab that boy some pull ups, aye

I got water like a Wartortle

Hopping out the van to stomp him out

In my Court Purples

This my Sosa flow

Young nigga going nuts like a Dosido

Took his bitch with my nails done

I'm the type of jit to leave him crying with a tantrum

When I got diagnosed they called me slow

Like a snail or sum'

I was so emo, hoodie low

I ain't said nun

Now I'm back rapping

And the same niggas scared the act

Kicking down his door for some more

Like it's Fanum tax

Truth be told I'm soft as hell

At least when I'm compared to Black

But I ran it up inside of banks

Like Belair casts

And if you want a feature

You can hit me on my beeper

Green Golf Wang fleece

Shit I'm stepping like a Creeper

If my date got Morgan Wallen on her phone?

Imma leave her in the game

So you can watch my black ass

Like I'm Reaper

And you know I'm a gorilla in the fucking coupe

Finna pull up with a zoo

Bitch I'm Tiz from the 508

So nigga who is you?

Yeah my mama up in Harlem so we sturdy

We ain't woo

And the coupe a beat up SUV

But it'll have to do, uh huh

That was Von's flow

Money long, bass kicking like a bongo

Won't be long till my riches in a condo

Stack my cheese then sauce it up, like I'm Mondo

I got water like a Wartortle

Hopping out the van to stomp em out

In my Court Purples

This my Sosa flow

Young nigga going nuts like a Dosido

Hope they know not to play with Nolan, or it's TKO

I been hitting heights that for those guys are just unreachable

Still they act surprised when I get double fives from icons

When I leave the room's the only time I accept bygones (Get it? 'Cause I'm bi)

New fit, and I'm moving my bowels (Shit on 'em)

It's a wrap, go throw in them towels

Don't comment on my appearance

When your face got premature jowels

It's going down, down

Baddie, skin on brown, brown

Lemme be your main squeeze

We could go to pound town, bow (Bow)

Break another record daily

Lil' Tiz, that's twin like Chloe Bailey

I'm done with being the bigger person

Tryna get like Doofen' hating Perry

It's getting scarier, I might tear ya up

They wan' bar for bar? Oh, that's very dumb

Look at you, then me, no comparison

Neck is froze and the wrist aquarium

'Cause I got water like a reservoir

Hopping out the van and stomp 'em out in my Louboutins (I lied, I-I do not own a pair)

This my Sosa flow

And you know I'm going nuts, so get that overcoat (Ahh, ow)

Hahaha