Sit gang
Go
(Sosa on the)
Sit gang, ayy
And we got the fuckin' poles
And we got the fuckin' poles (Sit gang)
And we got the fuckin'
Go

Chief Sosa, I smoke doja
I'm in the Rolls with your bitch bent over
In the Rover with the soldiers
And we got the fuckin' poles, move over
Got the toaster and the holster
I got angels hoverin' over my shoulders
Twin glicks, nigga, I call 'em Olsens
I'm so drippy, nigga, I'ma need a coaster

Hop on the jet and get straight to the bag
Fuck them lil' niggas, we bigger than that
We hit thе club and we enter thе back
Behind me, lil' bro got a stick in his bag
Ricky ran off and got hit in the back
Pull up on that ho and put dick in her back
It's just me and the bag, I'm smokin' with that
You got a bag, foenem poke you for that
Play with the shit, we'll smoke you for that
You'll leave with a damn hole in your neck
Surgeons gon' have to come open your neck
Heaven gon' be where we hopin' he at
He thought it was gas 'til he opened the bag
Why the fuck niggas be showin' me that?
Point me to where the money at
Or where the money is gon' be at

Chief Sosa, I smoke doja
I'm in the Rolls with your bitch bent over
In the Rover with the soldiers
And we got the fuckin' poles, move over
Got the toaster and the holster
I got angels hoverin' over my shoulders
Twin glicks, nigga, I call 'em Olsens
I'm so drippy, nigga, I'ma need a coaster