SosaFrmDaa6 - Michigan Baby

Are you in the mafia?
Am I in the what?
Whatever you want to call it. Organized crime
I'm in a waste management business. Everybody immediately assumes you're mobbed up
It's a stereotype and it's offensive
Why in the fuck do you always keep trippin'
I got the sauce, Ion really like to dippin'
Been counting money, love the way I been feelin'
All up in my thoughts, a rainy day, ghetto children
Why you trippin' on that bitch when she was suckin' on some tip
Told that nigga, don't watch gang, Boy you better watch your bitch
Now we tippin', in the six bangin', on sosa' in the whip
Now she tellin' me to chill, I ain't a lover, I'm a pimp
Why you blowin' up my phone? She got me mad, I hit the block
Why you flex all the guns up in your vids, boy you the cops
Heard your nigga, he a bum. Started sellin' all this plasma
But you know I got the knowledge. See my words, I know my grammar
Ion' tweet up on the net, when I see you, I swear it's up
I was spinnin' in the yollie, tryna really bust a punk
Told that bitch, hold my gun up in her purse, she know what's up
Swear my mama, raise me right, I love you, mama, here's my hug
Told my nieces, just don't worry, we gon' make it out the dump
I'm hearin' voices in my head, I wrote it down up in a script
Told that bitch, get off my dick, bitch, I don't wanna hear that shit
Boy, you better watch yourself, fully bullets
Flip your whip, how you poppin', and you shinin'
But, you're nigga in the ditch. Told my mama, just don't worry
We gon' make it out the six
We gon' make it out the six. Told my mama, just don't worry
We gon' make it out the six
Why in the fuck do you always keep trippin'
I got the sauce, Ion' really like to dip it
Been counting money, love the way I been feelin'
All up in my thoughts, a rainy day, ghetto children
Why you trippin' on that bitch when she was suckin' off some tip
Told that nigga, don't watch gang, Boy, you better watch your bitch
Now we chillin' in the six, bangin' on some, sosa' in the whip
Now she tellin' me to chill, I ain't a lover, I'm a pimp
Why in the fuck do you always keep trippin'
I got the sauce, Ion' really like to dip it
Been counting money, love the way I been feelin'
All up in my thoughts, a rainy day, ghetto children
Why you trippin' on that bitch when she was suckin' on some tip
Told that nigga, don't watch gang, Boy, you better watch your bitch
Now we chillin' in the six, bangin' on some, sosa' in the whip
Now she tellin' me to chill, I ain't a lover, I'm a pimp
I ain't a lover, I'm a pimp
Boy, you better watch yourself, fully, bullets, flip your whip
How you poppin' and you shinin' and your nigga in the ditch
Are you in the mafia?
Am I in the what?
Whatever you wanna call it. Organized crime
I'm in the waste management business
Everybody immediately assumes you're mobbed up
It's a stereotype. And it's offensive
And you're the last person I would want to perpetuate

Written by:
John Calderon Sosa

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