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Helluva Moment
by Sosa Bops
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Lately been killin the game
A youngin done struggled
I got on my hustle got outta my duffle, I'm dumpin, you bluffin
Assumptions corrupted, you fuccas is buggin
Ya talkin bout something, that sosa be duccin
The beef and the streets, I'm making adjustments
You can not compete, deleting you puppets
Fucc that, up that, spin around clicc clacc
Hit that, git bacc, whip around, spin bacc
Lay low while I flip that
Bankroll that sum lil cash
Big bank to ya lil bag
Big gat git the toe tag
So sad, sosa bop grindin
Sosa szn pulled up I done changed the climate
Two tone audamar, you aint on my timing
Uh look, I'm livin one helluva moment
Got all these chains, Imma show it
Big double cup, I pour it
Big double up, I'm sourin
Big bubble butt, she foreign
We comin up, yall boring
We turnin up, we roarin
Top of the game, we scorin
Checcout the scoreboard jus look at you loain
Under the floorboards I got me an uzi
Up in the 4 door, I shoot like a movie
Move like a warlord, I'm doin you cruelly
Fuccin on bitches that jus wanna use me
Yeah
Im fuccin on bitches that jus wanna use me
Yeah, I'm fuccin on bitches and leavin em clueless
Let me tell you sum real quicc
Let me tell you sum real quicc
Livin a helluva moment, its lit
Livin a helluva moment, its lit
Let me tell you sum real quicc
Let me tell you sum real quicc
Livin a helluva moment, its lit
Livin a helluva moment, its lit
It's lit, its lit, let me say it real quicc
Where the fucc was you at when I was servin onna strip
It's clipped, its lit, gitcho ass fuccin hit
Sayin sosa bop aint grippin, gotta stick on my hip
Okay, git this, I really came from nothing hadda git it out mud me
And brothas gittin rich
Hol up, watch this
As I pour another 4 in the double cup thinkin bacc I ain't have shii
Hol up, succ me up while pour up
Sosa, so cold, yeah he froze up
Boppin, in this bitch mane he so raw
Stompin, over rappers in the graveyard
Silence, deletin, the motha fuccas who creepin
They cryin, whinin and weepin they can't believe sosa szn
I'm hot, I'm breakin the meter, I feel like I'm undefeated
My people say they need me, I know I cannot be greedy
Listen
Big drip, no fivi foreign
Big lit, inna foreign I floor it
Ditch this, all ya songs got me snorin
Hitlist finished sosa szn takin over
Lately been killin the game
A youngin done struggled
I got on my hustle got outta my duffle, I'm dumpin, you bluffin
Assumptions corrupted, you fuccas is buggin
Ya talkin bout something, that sosa be duccin
The beef and the streets, I'm making adjustments
You can not compete, deleting you puppets
Fucc that, up that, spin around clicc clacc
Hit that, git bacc, whip around, spin bacc
Lay low while I flip that
Bankroll that sum lil cash
Big bank to ya lil bag
Big gat git the toe tag
So sad, sosa bop grindin
Sosa szn pulled up I done changed the climate
Two tone audamar, you aint on my timing
Uh look, I'm livin one helluva moment
Got all these chains, Imma show it
Big double cup, I pour it
Big double up, I'm sourin
Big bubble butt, she foreign
We comin up, yall boring
We turnin up, we roarin
Top of the game, we scorin
Checcout the scoreboard jus look at you loain
Under the floorboards I got me an uzi
Up in the 4 door, I shoot like a movie
Move like a warlord, I'm doin you cruelly
Fuccin on bitches that jus wanna use me
Yeah
Im fuccin on bitches that jus wanna use me
Yeah, I'm fuccin on bitches and leavin em clueless
Let me tell you sum real quicc
Let me tell you sum real quicc
Livin a helluva moment, its lit
Livin a helluva moment, its lit
Let me tell you sum real quicc
Let me tell you sum real quicc
Livin a helluva moment, its lit
Livin a helluva moment, its lit
It's lit, its lit, let me say it real quicc
Where the fucc was you at when I was servin onna strip
It's clipped, its lit, gitcho ass fuccin hit
Sayin sosa bop aint grippin, gotta stick on my hip
Okay, git this, I really came from nothing hadda git it out mud me
And brothas gittin rich
Hol up, watch this
As I pour another 4 in the double cup thinkin bacc I ain't have shii
Hol up, succ me up while pour up
Sosa, so cold, yeah he froze up
Boppin, in this bitch mane he so raw
Stompin, over rappers in the graveyard
Silence, deletin, the motha fuccas who creepin
They cryin, whinin and weepin they can't believe sosa szn
I'm hot, I'm breakin the meter, I feel like I'm undefeated
My people say they need me, I know I cannot be greedy
Listen
Big drip, no fivi foreign
Big lit, inna foreign I floor it
Ditch this, all ya songs got me snorin
Hitlist finished sosa szn takin over