Sota Solan - Getcho Man

Who the fuck is you
yeah
Who the fuck is you come getcho man
We know you ain't bout it I done seen you and your friends
If it's up to us we get to bussin we gon dance
And your bitch a fan
Sticks inside the van the fuck we look like throwing hands
Your bitch love my instagram
I can really fuck if I want to cause I can
Binary switch yeah the stick a fucking trans
Y'all ain't pushing shit if you never seen a band
I got checks up in the mail
I got real ones cause I'm real
You ain't never seen a gangsta in your life you don't know hell
You ain't never seen your big bro in the cell without the bail
Bitch I'm winning if I failed fuck with face you get killed
I was out here rapping before you found out you could get rich
I was doing my thing before I heard you acting like a bitch
But I'd rather have your girl and she'd rather have my kids
Cause you working with the law they ain't know that boy Sota was raw
I don't need no safety
Cause I'm a shooter without the ball
But if I want to stay clean
I got a shooter that's on call
Real Winter Baby I'm taking spring summer and fall
I'm a CEO I need my pictures up in a hall
Look at where you from you ain't gon chop shit
Gang gon fire two up and we gon smoke 'em call it chopsticks
Man your crew look goofy you ain't even got a block to hit
If we wet 'em up we spin the block then we gon mop it
Yeah we gon
Who the fuck is you come getcho man
We know you ain't bout it I done seen you and your friends
If it's up to us we get to bussin we gon dance
And your bitch a fan
Sticks inside the van the fuck we look like throwing hands
You ain't really all that street (pussy)
Hop up on a song if you really want a beat (pussy)
Calling shotgun I'ma blast from the front seat
Get the cash Millis like Meek
I got a bag less than a week
That's a bummer
They ain't know that face was going crazy in the summer
I ain't chasing paper unless the paper got some numbers
If I got to grab my pole then I'll get it like a relay runner (relay runner)
Relay Runner (relay runner)
Relay
Who the fuck is you come getcho man
We know you ain't bout it I done seen you and your friends
If it's up to us we get to bussin we gon dance
And your bitch a fan
Sticks inside the van the fuck we look like throwing hands

Written by:
Austin Chounlamontry

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