So & So

(Celly Got Da Sauce)

Got the key in the lock
Re-reing the rock
I might set up shop with the campaign
I might flee from the cops
Put three in a box
I pop ya top like it's champagne
Put a wirst on my clock no a clock on my wrist
I'm fucking up that's a damn shame
I just bought a new trigger cause I broke the glock
I pulled that bitch like a hamstring
I took off like I know the way
I had to go away
Shit on my mind got me traumatize
Had to throw away the throw away
Some shit don't go away
I kept on thinking bout homicide
Come on baby do you wanna ride
You my baby you my confidant
I'll be yo super man
I be like

Pour up the juice
Let's smoke out the room
I'm tryna turn up on some college shit
I took off with a bag but I brought the shit back
I came across too many counterfeits
I know some Asians that be trapping in Tokyo
Clip longer than the nose on Pinocchio
Dirty bitches see the belt but they go below
Thumbing through the money fuck it let's throw some more
I learnt the game from some niggas that know the ropes
Hall of fame I'm on yo shelf where the trophies go
Lot of niggas scream my name but don't know it though
Drawing pictures I don't rap this that poet flow
Where them bags bitch that wasn't rhetorical
Ancient diamonds on my neck they historical
Shining brighter than a bitch it get horrible
Plug talking cross the country I'm portable
I won't hurt you baby girl you're adorable
Once upon a time you know how the story go
All that dope popping boy you gon overdose
Man these niggas ride more waves than a motor boat
Trap jumping like the church with the holy ghost
Send them shooters on yo block going door to door
Got them hitters at yo neck going toe to toe
Fuck a title I'm a call this bitch so and so
Got the pack from the water boy
I got them bricks in a range rover
If I roll up today I'll be high till tomorrow
I swear that sound like a hangover
I just bought a new K that bitch hotter than Florida
I make it spit like a flame thrower
Man this shit don't get easy it only get harder
I want respect with my name on it

Got the key in the lock
Re-reing the rock
I might set up shop with the campaign
I might flee from the cops
Put three in a box
I pop ya top like it's champagne
Put a wirst on my clock no a clock on my wrist
I'm fucking up that's a damn shame
I just bought a new trigger cause I broke the glock
I pulled that bitch like a hamstring
I took off like I know the way
I had to go away
Shit on my mind got the traumatize
Had to throw away the throw away
Some shit don't go away
I kept on thinking bout homicide
Come on baby do you wanna ride
You my baby you my confidant
I'll be yo super man
I be like