Guap Sosa - 1000 Plays Lyrics

I pray I get a thousand plays
In one day
And I pray I get a bale
I'll break it down until the shake
If he play I'm sliming out my plug
Taking all his weight
Ain't no pistols on me homie
This chopper shoot three o eights
This chop make me feel okay
Move them peons out the way
I won't wast my breath on you
I drop them racks and let em play
Sosa it's a tech on you
Like the ref called a foul on play
They gone hate the way
I hit the top
Can't wait to see they face

I'm so focused in the trap
Don't need no hug or dap
I just need some racks
And this big strap
I'm not the type to scrap
Dead opps got zip for you for six
I heard you smoking bap
This shit for the gangstas
Not the ones who thug it on a app
I sent it cross the map
You can check my stats
Bitch I could never cap
Tri baguetty necklace
On this jewelry shit I overlap
Ice my mouth down
A few times to cover up my gap
I ain't need a nap
I'm up early like I'm drinking frap

I pray I get a thousand plays
In one day
And I pray I get a bale
I'll break it down until the shake
If he play I'm sliming out my plug
Taking all his weight
Ain't no pistols on me homie
This chopper shoot three o eights
This chop make me feel okay
Move them peons out the way
I won't wast my breath on you
I drop them racks and let em
play
Sosa it's a tech on you
Like the ref called a foul on play
They gone hate the way
I hit the top
Can't wait to see they face

I been dreaming bout a wraith
Gone see them stars one day
Me and all my partners
Gone be rich as one in harmony
Fow what that chopper say
They running
When they see my face
Sold two hundred Roxie's
Three k profit all just off one play
Sosa get them bags and
Make em Harlem shake
Fifty for the eighth
I'm breaking down them bows
Stop to this day
How much do think
I made this month
Lil nigga give or take?
I just took a ten
From out the crib
Today my spending day

I pray I get a thousand plays
In one day
And I pray I get a bale
I'll break it down until the shake
If he play I'm sliming out my plug
Taking all his weight
Ain't no pistols on me homie
This chopper shoot three o eights
This chop make me feel okay
Move them peons out the way
I won't wast my breath on you
I drop them racks and let em play
Sosa it's a tech on you
Like the ref called a foul on play
They gone hate the way
I hit the top
Can't wait to see they face