Treason

Album cover art for "Treason" by Sally Sossa

Sally Sossa - Rap

Treason

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Duration: 2:56

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[Chorus] What you mean? Baddest lil' bitch when I step on the scene Iced out my neck and my wrist and my rings He wanna fuck with me, better keep dreamin' Pussy like dope, these niggas be fiendin' Put my foot on the dash and pull off in a Demon The opps keep talkin', but my chopper singin' Bae, I'm the table, so what are you bringin'? Been poppin' shit and I don't need a reason Richard Millie in the summer, I'm freezin' Feed the fam and the gang, we all eatin' Just bought a house on the beach when the breeze in Gotta keep a brand-new vibe every season I ain't stuntin' no ho, kick 'em out by the weekend Better hit the road, jack, I ain't mad if you leavin' Block a motherfucker quick, ain't no point in you speakin' Fake bitches switchin' sides, man, that shit treason [Verse 1] Shinin' like the stars on the roof of the Wraith Better play with your bitch 'cause you know it ain't safe He said I'm a snack with a Coke-bottle shape Still waitin' in that line like the rest for a taste Natural finesser, they can't duplicate Real-deal swiper, just bring me a Chase Been a road runner, gettin' loads every day Youngin turned bad bitch, havin' my way Took a flight from the Bay just to land in the A Bookin' shows back to back, gettin' straight to the pay Gotta move like a boss when your name hold weight Early bird get the worm, if you play, then you lay [Bridge] Mm, what you waitin' for? Mm, what you waitin' for? Mm, you know the world is yours Mm, you know the world is yours Mm, what you waitin' for? The world is yours [Chorus] What you mean? Baddest lil' bitch when I step on the scene Iced out my neck and my wrist and my rings He wanna fuck with me, better keep dreamin' Pussy like dope, these niggas be fiendin' Put my foot on the dash and pull off in a Demon The opps keep talkin', but my chopper singin' Bae, I'm the table, so what are you bringin'? Been poppin' shit and I don't need a reason Richard Millie in the summer, I'm freezin' Feed the fam and the gang, we all eatin' Just bought a house on the beach when the breeze in Gotta keep a brand-new vibe every season I ain't stuntin' no ho, kick 'em out by the weekend Better hit the road, jack, I ain't mad if you leavin' Block a motherfucker quick, ain't no point in you speakin' Fake bitches switchin' sides, man, that shit treason [Verse 2] If I up on a bitch, I won't miss her The Glock got a silencer on it, no whisper They gon' swear that you fake when you make it You tell 'em no once, now the whole world against you Grew up punchin' on niggas, this shit really wicked Meanwhile, you was fightin' your sister I got partners in jail doin' time in the cell Every day, really fightin' that system Been stabbed in the back, reason why I don't vent Pockets real fat, that shit look like a dent I ran out of fucks, I don't know where they went Left a nigga in the woods, lift him up like a tent Half a brick on my wrist, quarter-mil' what I spent Told that nigga I'm straight on him, that's what I meant Tryna fuck with a boss, baby, what's your intent? Better give me your all, need a hundred percent [Chorus] What you mean? Baddest lil' bitch when I step on the scene Iced out my neck and my wrist and my rings He wanna fuck with me, better keep dreamin' Pussy like dope, these niggas be fiendin' Put my foot on the dash and pull off in a Demon The opps keep talkin', but my chopper singin' Bae, I'm the table, so what are you bringin'? Been poppin' shit and I don't need a reason Richard Millie in the summer, I'm freezin' Feed the fam and the gang, we all eatin' Just bought a house on the beach when the breeze in Gotta keep a brand-new vibe every season I ain't stuntin' no ho, kick 'em out by the weekend Better hit the road, jack, I ain't mad if you leavin' Block a motherfucker quick, ain't no point in you speakin' Fake bitches switchin' sides, man, that shit treason

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  • Sally Sossa