Love Sosa (Trap Symphony Version)

[Chorus] These bitches love Sosa, O End or no end Fuckin' with them O boys, you gon' get fucked over Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa Hit him with that cobra, now that boy slumped over They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys God, y'all some broke boys, god, y'all some broke boys We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy [Verse 1] These bitches love Sosa and they love them Glo' Boys Know we from the 'Go boy, but we cannot go, boy No, I don't know ol' boy, I know he's a broke boy Raris and Rovers, convertible Lambos, boy You know I got bands, boy, and it's in my pants, boy Disrespect them O Boys, you won't speak again, boy Don't think that I'm playin', boy, no, we don't use hands, boy No, we don't do friends, boy, collect bands, I'm a landlord I gets lots of commas, I can fuck yo mama I ain't with the drama, you can meet my llama Ridin' with 3hunna, with three hundred foreigns These bitches see Chief Sosa, I swear to God, they honored [Chorus] These bitches love Sosa, O End or no end Fuckin' with them O boys, you gon' get fucked over Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa Hit him with that cobra, now that boy slumped over They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys God, y'all some broke boys, god, y'all some broke boys We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy [Verse 2] Don't make me call D. Rose, boy, he six double-O, boy And he keep that pole, boy, you gon' get fucked over Bitch, I done sell soda and I done sell coca She gon' clap for Sosa, he gon' clap for Sosa They do it for Sosa, them hoes, they do it for Sosa Tadoe off the molly water, so nigga be cool like water 'Fore you get hit with this lava, bitch, I'm the trending topic Don't care no price, I'll cop it, B and your bitch steady jockin' me [Chorus] These bitches love Sosa, O End or no end Fuckin' with them O boys, you gon' get fucked over Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa Hit him with that cobra, now that boy slumped over They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys God, y'all some broke boys, god, y'all some broke boys We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy