S.O.B Lyrics

Everybody want the most when you got all of it

All my friends all my foes yea they finna rock with this

Clothes pussy drink and smoke yea I want all of it

Do or die that's all I know yea I'll never call it quits

Old money let it grow yea I need my cheese

Full bottle sip it slow yea v.s.o.p

My mama let me go yea real s.o.b

Want that dope for the low now its two for three

Up all night money right smoking on what's left of it

Unzip my fly fuck your mind teaching you a lesson bitch

Yea I used to pour them pints now I drop that mescaline

Got them junkies chasing highs while I invest in them

While you sleep up with the sheep I'm handling my beef and shit

Time to make the reaper weep it's murder murder season kid

Man I'll show up where you sleep and haunt you in your dreams and shit

Babe I'll fuck you till I'm weak but I don't really need your shit

Everybody want the most when you got all of it

All my friends all my foes yea they finna rock with this

Clothes pussy drink and smoke yea I want all of it

Do or die that's all I know yea I'll never call it quits

Old money let it grow yea I need my cheese

Full bottle sip it slow yea v.s.o.p

My mama let me go yea real s.o.b

Want that dope for the low now its two for three

Riches on my mind yea I gotta get what's mine

High until I die yea I gotta stay fly

Do what I desire fuck it it's my life

Crack rocks into diamonds hell yea I gotta shine

Two A.M. still thinking plotting on bloody millions

Some want six figures I want infinite digits

Dog food in the kitchen uncut stuck to dishes

Scales right of the fishes feel like her face went missing

Everybody want the most when you got all of it

All my friends all my foes yea they finna rock with this

Clothes pussy drink and smoke yea I want all of it

Do or die that's all I know yea I'll never call it quits

Old money let it grow yea I need my cheese

Full bottle sip it slow yea v.s.o.p

My mama let me go yea real s.o.b

Want that dope for the low now its two for three