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I aint really havin no paper problems Man Im just tryna get paper That young nigga that got a paper problem He cant get to no paper I aint never had no paper problems Nigga I been gettin paper That young nigga got a paper problem Cause he never had no paper, paper, paper Paper, man I got so much paper Dont smoke my weed in papers Dont buy blunts that got flavors, nah I just touched down in Jamaica, Ima try to smoke two acres Send a nigga to his maker, be cheaper to cremate ya Fuck the nigga and the bitch that made ya You aint really doing nothing major Gotta E-40 Water extendo, like 40 40 water Big timer, timer, timer got a timepiece full of diamonds Sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle, got your girl gone off that Molly Ballin in the VI-, dont I look so icy I need to go to rehab, addicted to Ferraris My rose gold Rollie like brrrrr nigga My yellow gold Rollie, brrrrr, brrrrr, nigga I concur that youre not real nigga So man I dont even wanna deal wit ya And the niggas that you with is some bitch niggas Cause they know you lame and they still with ya One to get ya then Im comin to get ya When I shoot nigga it ain’t hard to hit ya nigga I aint really havin no paper problems Man Im just tryna get paper That young nigga that got a paper problem He cant get to no paper I aint never had no paper problems Nigga I been gettin paper That young nigga got a paper problem Cause he never had no paper, paper, paper Paper, man I got so much paper Dont smoke my weed in papers Dont buy blunts that got flavors, nah Paper, paper, man I got so much paper That young nigga got a paper problem Cause he aint never had no paper, paper, paper They like Sosa, why you runnin thru 100 thousand? I aint never had no paper I aint Wop, I aint Jay, but I was making 500 every day Make one call send a stain that’s caper problem Caper gone pull that K Run in your house, where your safe Anything to get that cake In the club wilin Make it rain in this bitch cause its hot and bitches crowded Let a nigga try me Fuck around, fuck around, fuck around, fuck around And meet his thottie Smokin on a fattie And my pocket is a fattie All I fuck with is fettys Boy hope you ready Coming real hard like the G thats after the ain spaghetti Im wearin lunatics, I dont do Nelly Hey, Im rolling and I dont know Kelly Racks up in my jeans and I dont know Billie Walked up in saks, throwin up racks, they smell me I aint really havin no paper problems Man Im just tryna get paper That young nigga that got a paper problem He cant get to no paper I aint never had no paper problems Nigga I been gettin paper That young nigga got a paper problem Cause he never had no paper, paper, paper Paper, man I got so much paper Dont smoke my weed in papers Dont buy blunts that got flavors, nah Paper, paper, man I got so much paper That young nigga got a paper problem Cause he aint never had no paper, paper, paper
Chief Keef Almighty SO, nigga That DJ Scream Long Live the Hustle coming soon Salute to the streets and we out of here Let a nigga, gat is gonna bang Im fuckin on these hoes, Im swaggin on these hoes Let a nigga try me, gat is gonna blow Im nuttin on these hoes, Im splashin on these hoes Pull off in that Rari draggin on these hoes You gotta know me though My gat is on me though And Im still off these blunts from yesterday Shoot a nigga ass for today and yesterday Yesterday, yesterday Bitch wanna fuck me, lets see what my schedule say She a dumb thotty, I met her yesterday Got a pound of dope and its smelling great I bought that yesterday, yesterday Had she been gone, I smoke that yesterday I remember posted on FrontStreet selling that yay I remember that shit like yesterday Yesterday, yesterday Im fuckin on these hoes, Im swaggin on these hoes Let a nigga try me, gat is gonna blow Im nuttin on these hoes, Im splashin on these hoes Pull off in that Rari draggin on these hoes You gotta know me though My gat is on me though And Im still off these blunts from yesterday Shoot a nigga ass for today and yesterday Yesterday, yesterday
Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah I got cash, I got cash I got cash, I got cash These bitches wanna fuck me cause I got cash These niggas wanna fuck with me cause I got cash These niggas sayin fuck me cause I got cash I got cash, I got cash Walk up in the mall, buy shit, dont look at the tags They can say anything thing, but they know Sosa got cash Bitch I got cash, I got cash I got swag, I walk up in the mall, buy shit, dont look at the tags Smellin like a pound of earth, make people look at me bad But I dont give a fuck cause they know Sosa got cash And thats yo ass, thats yo ass You sneak diss on the squad and you know thats yo ass Cause I got lots of guap, watch niggas act so mad Yo bitch gon fuck for free, she aint gon get no cash But I got cash, I got cash These bitches wanna fuck me cause I got cash These niggas wanna fuck with me cause I got cash These niggas sayin fuck me cause I got cash I got cash, I got cash Walk up in the mall, buy shit, dont look at the tags They can say anything thing, but they know Sosa got cash Bitch I got cash, I got cash Walk up in the bank, we got ten thousand in twenties Tyler told me Dro, you know thats too many twenties Walk up in the strip club with two thousand in ones For the bad strippers got two thousand in ones Walk up on that palour with eight thousand in twenties Had to swipe my visa and kept all of my twenties Walk up in the jewelry store, they knew I was comin Johnny see a Glory Boy, thats never for nothin I got cash, I got cash These bitches wanna fuck me cause I got cash These niggas wanna fuck with me cause I got cash These niggas sayin fuck me cause I got cash I got cash, I got cash Walk up in the mall, buy shit, dont look at the tags They can say anything thing, but they know Sosa got cash Bitch I got cash, I got cash Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah
Skrrt Bitch, turn up Bitch, turn up Bitch, turn up, td Bitch, take me Bitch, turn up Squad, Sosa baby Turn up, turn up, aye Spend it all, thats what I got a bankroll for Ben Franklin bankrolls, they cant fold up My nigga, hold up If you aint spendin what you got a bankroll for? Hold your bankroll up Stunt the hardest, what you got a bankroll for? Beep and you cant go wrong Beep, stunt the hardest, what you got a for bankroll for? These bitches cant kick it if they aint gon fuck Keep the fuck away from us Fuck niggas better get they bankrolls up With your card cracking bucks Bitches see me in the mall and they so star-struck You can keep the digits if you aint gon fuck First things first, man, you gotta suck me off Two can come and kick it with me, we get high like what? Blunt so big, yeah, my blunt stay stuffed Like my Ben Franklin bucks Cashin out, flexin ten bands aint nothin We stay stuntin Spend it all, thats what I got a bankroll for Ben Franklin bankrolls, they cant fold up My nigga, hold up If you aint spending, what you got a bankroll for? Hold your bankroll up Stunt the hardest, what you got a bankroll for? And you cant go wrong Stunt the hardest, what you got a for bankroll for? Im smokin on this dope I swear this shit so loud, it follow me everywhere I go Damn damn and I keep big bankrolls Try to rob me, nigga, I swear Imma take your soul Bang Bang Bang, Im turned up to the max And we got the hollows, bitch, get burnt up in your back Bang Bang Bang and all I sip is Act I just bought four pints and Im gon pour that shit up next Lean, lean and all I smoke is earth I just bought two pounds and Im gon smoke it till its dirt No I cant smoke no dirt I be smoking thoinks, bouncin around like Im Tigger Thoinks, them thoinks, bitch, Im that nigga Bitch is you gon fuck me? cause if not Ill fuck your sister Sister sister, cause I got figures I be going hard cause Im a young black rich nigga Spend it all, thats what I got a bankroll for Ben Franklin bankrolls, they cant fold up My nigga, hold up If you aint spendin what you got a bankroll for? Hold your bankroll up Stunt the hardest, what you got a bankroll for? And you cant go wrong Stunt the hardest, what you got a for bankroll for?
Double G on my belt buckle, dont you know thats Gucci Own niggas sneak dissing, hating, but its Gucci Me and her chilling, riding, smoking, in a two seat My car got no doors, and two seats Double G on my belt buckle, dont you know thats Gucci Own Niggas sneak dissing, hating, but its Gucci Me and her chilling, riding, smoking, in a two seat My car got no doors, and two seats My buckle is a beauty, its a cutie, its a Louis Shawty say she wanna do me because I got on Louis Smoking Dope til Im woozy My life a movie Met me a little cutie, a-and she got a booty She grinding all on me, she all on my Gucci On my face Gucci, on the waist Gucci I got it tatted on me, that means Im Gucci Dont fuck with fake Gucci, dont fuck with fake Louis Me and my bitch Gs, made in Italy Own niggas sneak dissing, called that frienemies Me and my bitch Gs, made in Italy We be spending Gs, green long like centipedes, geesh Double G on my belt buckle, dont you know thats Gucci Own niggas sneak dissing, hating, but its Gucci Me and her chilling, riding, smoking, in a two seat My car got no doors, and two seats Double G on my belt buckle, dont you know thats Gucci Own Niggas sneak dissing, hating, but its Gucci Me and her chilling, riding, smoking, in a two seat My car got no doors, and two seats Got on Gucci, Louis, Truie All the bitches wanna do me She got on Truie Bad bitch and she bugie I told the bitch to chew me She said she dont like the new me, and I dont like the new her But we both love double g We can shop and buy double g I can tell she in love with gs, thats why shes in love with me She in love with me, cause I be spending gs I be spending racks, I got plenty cheese She cant get enough of me, Edai Im a triple g Popping pills off triple cs, throwing up the bs You call a girl, I represent BaldyWorld I said you call a girl, I represent BaldyWorld Double G on my belt buckle, dont you know thats Gucci Own niggas sneak dissing, hating, but its Gucci Me and her chilling, riding, smoking, in a two seat My car got no doors, and two seats Double G on my belt buckle, dont you know thats Gucci Own Niggas sneak dissing, hating, but its Gucci Me and her chilling, riding, smoking, in a two seat My car got no doors, and two seats
Yeah, awesome Awesome, drowsy Pulled up in the Coupe Saw the cops, then I lost them, aye You know I had to triple cross them Bitch Im bossy, look at me Im flossin Suicide doors bitch Im Jake Awesome Step up in my office, sign up for yo conference Ready steady talking, we gon pull up sparking You parched? hit the gas it sound like the car farted I might be in Miami in a Rari I changed up my email bitch dont call me She like chief so I love you just dont dump me Bitch the only thing I love is going to Barneys Having all these pipes like Ima plumber I know lil folks came out to swung it Take my shoes off I told her rub my bunions She hypnotized with my neck, down to my arms Watch where you go, you better make the right turns She wanna threeway, bitch long as yall take turns Zoomin in a fast car like a racer Finna go and get in Diana like a pacer Its sixsome got the motor running The moncler on, like its cold or sum Sipping turtle juice like Im slow or sum Bitch jump in my crib, told them mop the floor or sum I got choppa shell, in a hand gun Hit up three niggas, call that and-1 Smoking that citgo, smoking that marathon And this shits too strong, feel like a barbarian In matrix, Shawn Marion I was runnin bands while hoes was wearing dereon Niggas wanna dare me on I be needing someone to up my .30 on Bad bitch, you used to be dirty huh? Back on the block there ain’t no bitch can curve me You guessed it, dope, blunts for breakfast Ready for your block Im Tetris I got a designer fetish Im running up the lettuce On my burger I dont want no lettuce Oh you mad, you that pissed? Thats how I be when hoes be catfishing Baby this a Gucci polo These bitches like my mojo Bitch Im bad like Mojo jojo Shawty say she snort coke Okay lil baby, go go You do too much girl, oh no You think you a smoker Thought you smoke dro I get cheese like o-ke-doke
Damn, baby, look at these diamonds Walk up in this motherfucker shining Im Almighty Tony Hawk Walk up in this motherfucker shining Damn, baby, look at these diamonds Anything I see I want, Im buying it Tony Hawk, bitch, always grinding Niggas on that hating shit, I dont mind it Niggas know we about that violence Seen the cops, I was hiding Thots see me, I was sliding Money be my right hand, I got my Breitling on my left That money be my wifey, you know I aint got no spouse Look at that ho up over there Look at that thot, watch I get her She seen my ice then I hit her What I do? Pass her to my niggas Im cooling in Benihanas but I dont eat lobster Bitch, Im eating ten steaks, call me Sosa big pop Sosa 2Pac Riding around the west side in Beverly Hills in a new Rari She know niggas will never be too sorry like Tadoe Ayy, with my bankroll Dont get mixed in that mango Come through chopping shit with my Johnny Dang on Walk up in this motherfucker shining Damn, baby, look at these diamonds Anything I see I want, Im buying it Tony Hawk, bitch, always grinding Niggas on that hating shit, I dont mind it Niggas know we about that violence Seen the cops, I was hiding Thots see me, I was sliding
Man, you know how we rocking, man, what? You want what? 2 for 5, roll your ass to Wabash, man, we on the Front, man Buy a dub get a dub, you know how we rocking, man What? You want some free weed? Call Ball, man, my shit for sale Gang, gang, nigga, Dipset, nigga, Frontstreet, nigga, Glo Gang, nigga Ayy, ayy Posted at Voilà’s with that ten sack Til I seen a nigga icy, let me get that Hit up my connect, I need a six pack When I got that, I thought I was rich Jack Bitch, I aint rich, bitch, Im hood rich Still on the Front, hitting hood licks Engine in the trunk, pounds under the hood, bitch A nigga try to rob me I wish he would, bitch Foenem in they glory, shooting, Robert Horry Thought that we was lacking, thats another story Channel 7 News gave that nigga blues Blood Money a mafia, no suwu Free my nigga Dae Dae folks is goin cray-cray Shoot on sight when that nigga say-say Free my nigga Kaykay, he was down for ten Ks Running in niggas crib, asking where they safe-safe Frontstreet bitch, nigga we dont play-play Ride down M.O.B. with 30s and AKs I got big guns same height as Kay Kay Nigga try to play us shoot him in his face-face Bitch, what it is, what it do, bitch? Who the fuck is you, what crew, bitch? Your highness with his boys name is Krüe, bitch Trulla, trulla, glulla, glulla thats the crew, bitch Gang, gang, no squad, squad Grrrang grrrang, shot-shots Bang-bang with Glocks-Glocks Pull up on your block get popped shot glah, nigga Ayy, Im your Papa, nigga Why? Cause I get lots gwop, nigga You get less gwop, nigga Flintstones, Bedrock, nigga Aaliyah, rock your block, nigga Rock your block with them Glocks and chops, nigga We dont go move, we wont stop, nigga All you hear is bang, bang, graah, nigga, graah, nigga Get popped, nigga Hollows catch your ass, you get dropped, nigga I got a check and went and bought the lot, nigga Member posted on the block with pots, nigga Posted at Voilà’s with that ten sack Til I seen a nigga icy, let me get that Hit up my connect, I need a six pack When I got that, I thought I was rich Jack Bitch, I aint rich, bitch, Im hood rich Still on the Front, hitting hood licks Engine in the trunk, pounds under the hood, bitch A nigga try to rob me I wish he would, bitch Foenem in they glory, shooting, Robert Horry Thought that we was lacking, thats another story Channel 7 News gave that nigga blues Blood Money a mafia, no suwu Blood Gang, bitch, Im with the Blood Gang You aint on nothing, you little man With them little ass chains And them fake ass rings All that fake ass jewelry Why you wear that man? Why the fuck you flexin, why you flossin? Bitch, Im gloin, like my car, Im glossin Your bitch gave me top, her lip gloss glossy Cause I came through fucking flossin Check out my Johnny Dang, nigga Niggas actin like they on some gang shit Nigga we be on that gangbang shit Click-clack, bang shit Put this pistol to your brain shit Now what the fuck you saying, bitch? I roll with the Klan, bitch, the Ku Klux Klan, bitch We still believe in God We either in Raris or We in them Beamer cars Remember saying Sir, Im done, I need another pack Remember saying Sir, Im done, I need another sack Fifty sack, hundred pack, five hundred pack, nigga I run through that, and I get my fucking check, nigga Posted up in Wala And I got my Glock-Glock, get shot-shot Remember when we broke in Wala, nigga Why? Cause we some young wilds, nigga Im ballin, bitch, I took the ball and kicked that Try and take my wristwatch, you get a shit bag Knock-knock up on my door, Im like Who is that? Its a clucker and she say she need a ten pack Smokin Tooka with a Ruger Fuck around, come through do a hit off the scooter, ayy The fuck niggas we come through boomin Disturbin the peace like Luda, ayy Check out my watch and my chain, look lady, Im cooler Im Frontstreet, I ride past then I shoot em If this about that money, I maneuver Measure weight, I be getting to it You aint got the right money then I fool ya Hop up in my Beemer, pull up on ya, pull up to ya Posted at Voilà’s with that ten sack Til I seen a nigga icy, let me get that Hit up my connect, I need a six pack When I got that, I thought I was rich Jack Bitch, I aint rich, bitch, Im hood rich Still on the Front, hitting hood licks Engine in the trunk, pounds under the hood, bitch A nigga try to rob me I wish he would, bitch Foenem in they glory, shooting, Robert Horry Thought that we was lacking, thats another story Channel 7 News gave that nigga blues Blood Money a mafia, no suwu
The only thing I know The only thing I know The only thing I know The only thing I know is how to get this money Im a get it going, told amigo keep it coming The only thing I know is busting down a brick If shit get fucked up finesse a nigga out of chips The only thing I know is busting down a bail Throwing it in the bag and putting it on the scale The only thing I know is how to break a bitch Put her on the strip and told the bitch to get me rich Bitch, Im a nut Everyday is payday Ill kill a nigga, put that on Kaykay Shots fired, man down, bitch nigga, Mayday Pull them pistols up, I bet them boys vacate Only thing I know is all these niggas stunt Kill him for his bricks then roll me up a blunt Im smoking on the skunk, on this money hunt Im a Glory Boy, and I be gloried up Tatted like amigos, amigos front me kilos We just money repo, bank account 8 zeroes Call me Chief Sosa De Niro, flier than a seagull Give my young boys kilos; they serving to your people These niggas aint sleep, though, know they know bout me though Who that? I dont even know. Im finna go see though Hope he holding kilos, Rose bring em to me though Thats why I am CEO. Fuck you fuck boys mean though? The only thing I know is how to get this money Im a get it going, told amigo keep it coming The only thing I know is busting down a brick If shit get fucked up finesse a nigga out of chips The only thing I know is busting down a bail Throwing it in the bag and putting it on the scale The only thing I know is how to break a bitch Put her on the strip and told the bitch to get me rich
Chief Sosa loves smokin on loud Im in my Rari smokin on loud I hit shawty, she screamin loud She loud, she loud, she loud My boys tote Desert Eagles, they loud So boy you best watch yo mouth A hunnit shots, we squeeze em, you down Go BOW!, Go BOW! ,Go BOW! I pull off on that bitch, Im so loud And what Im smokin on, Im so loud Shawty know how Sosa get down Chief Sosa gonna cum in her mouth Damn boy your pockets so so slim Man I can be up in that gym Watch Chief Sosa ball, break the rim We gots lots of kush, make a sale I spend all my money on clothes Never spend my money on hoes Man I just be stuntin on hoes On hoes, on hoes, on hoes You know me and Chief Sosa off loud Every time we come to your town We smoke dope, thats it, smoke off that pound We got choppas and I swear they so loud Sneak diss us and we come to your town Pull up and the Rari so loud All the bad bitches be goin wild Every time we come aound They be like Ballout and Sosa so wild Is it cause we smoke so much loud We at the top and bitch we aint comin down Ballout! Ballout! Ballout!
Yeah, we like the work we are motherfuckers To the future presentation We back motherfuckers DJ Scream My Nigga Chief Keef Scream Scream AKA Sosa AKA Almighty SO I hope yall motherfuckers ready This is the ass kicking man Ayo Sosa listen to business Turn Up, turn up, turn up, turn up Turn Up, turn up, turn up, turn up Turn Up, turn up, turn up, turn up Turn Up, turn up, turn up, turn up Turn Up, turn up, turn up, turn up Turn Up, turn up, turn up, turn up Turn Up, turn up, turn up, turn up Turn Up, turn up, turn up, turn up Turn Up, turn up, turn up, turn up Turn Up, turn up, turn up, turn up Turn Up, turn up, turn up, turn up Chopper go graa graa, run up Fuckin with Almighty So get burned up, straight up If you aint gettin gwop by now, turn up Got 30 shots in this ning ding it get hot like the furnace These fuck boys know where I come from That O gang bitch, or its no gang bitch, aint worried about none of ya That little thot he got a pom pom And Im Almighty So, so you know that Ima fuck it up Got a verse for a key, twenty for a pound of weed My niggas in the field, always blowing out a G Everybody blunt steady going over me I just sipped a pint of lean, it just put my ass to sleep You aint getting money man that shit sad to me I get so much money that these niggas mad at me Im too busy at the top and I dont give a fuck what nigga after me
Trust none , bitch, I dont Bitches on my dick, but I know she want Fuck niggas, I dont fuck with them I dont trust no nigga, why not? Cause they pussy niggas, they snake niggas Theyll turn on you, yes, sir! This bitch say I dont trust her, I dont give no fuck! I dont trust myself, so what the fuck? Trust none , bitch, I dont Wife a bitch , bitch, I wont! This loud , bitch, I smoke I got a lot of dawgs Dont make me sick em on you Getting money , my True Religion Bitch, Sosa Day , its what you been missing Rolling , Im rolling, bitch Im with a bad bitch , my pistol, she be holding it Take it out and start shooting We got a lot of clips , you can say this a movie Im cumming in her mouth She aint tryna bust , then I kicked her out OBlock what I rep You need some help if you disrespect Chief Sosa, bitch Im on And purple lean what Im sipping on Trust none , bitch, I dont Bitches on my dick, but I know she want Fuck niggas, I dont fuck with them I dont trust no nigga, why not? Cause they pussy niggas, they snake niggas Theyll turn on you, yes, sir! This bitch say I dont trust her, I dont give no fuck! I dont trust myself, so what the fuck?
I am... I mean, I did I did fuck yo bitch Baby, Ima thot breaker Baby, Ima thot breaker Baby, Ima thot breaker, Ima thot breaker Ima thot breaker, Ima thot breaker Ima thot breaker, Ima thot breaker She come over , I break her then mess her make up up Ima thot breaker, Ima thot breaker Ima thot breaker, Ima thot breaker Ima thot breaker, Ima thot breaker Ima thot breaker, Ima thot breaker Ima thot breaker Sex, we had sex she wont forget She be with her man, come with me, you know its her ex And her man a fan, dont believe me, I answer that But I break her back and her screaming over the bed Baby, Ima thot breaker Fucking up yo hair and makeup Girl, you never gone play us Thots when I go to sleep and wake up Baby, Ima thot breaker, Ima thot breaker Ima thot breaker, Ima thot breaker Ima thot breaker, Ima thot breaker She come over , I break her then mess her make up up Ima thot breaker, Ima thot breaker Ima thot breaker, Ima thot breaker Ima thot breaker, Ima thot breaker Ima thot breaker, Ima thot breaker Ima thot breaker I know that thot, I broke that thot, I loan that thot She be with another thot, I really want that thot See me with another thot, I really hope that thot Dont let her heart drop cause I fucked her last night and told her that I love her, Im for her Baby, I was high, I was a stoner And you know when I see thots, they be growing herbs I think Im the youngest flexer on earth Baby, Ima thot breaker, Ima thot breaker Ima thot breaker, Ima thot breaker Ima thot breaker, Ima thot breaker She come over , I break her then mess her make up up Ima thot breaker, Ima thot breaker Ima thot breaker, Ima thot breaker Ima thot breaker, Ima thot breaker Ima thot breaker, Ima thot breaker Ima thot breaker
Zaytoven Man, that shit make me laugh Cause they actually want me to give a fuck I wanna bring my brother back but I know it aint gon happen Knew I had to be the man back when I had started trappin I never gave a fuck what they said Foenem told me off with they heads Surely, you dont sleep in they beds You surely wasnt raised with they kids Baby, Im a shark and they fish I grew up, had to fill my house with dishes Im steady smokin dope in my kitchen Come in here, baow, no witness, yeah Fredo left me here You know its been Cap or die, yeah Tadoe still retarded, he fried The day he smarten up, its God Come on my property, I turn you to a French fry Turn my front yard to a fish fry I see big Glo in the big sky Crazy how it turned me to the big guy Ran an M6 up like an in-slide Thick lil bitch from the East side Told her that I love it on the West side You like to smoke dope, thats the best high When you got money, they be like, Yes, sir Niggas always foldin under pressure The only thing Im duckin the militia And fans when Im tired of takin pictures Face dried up From all of the tears I cried up Lost most them niggas I ride for I got somethin to prove, Ill slide through We turned Forest Hills spot to a drive-thru You sold So soap til he got you Somell get got but thats how it go I be with more monkeys than Baby Milo Beat on my chest A nigga beat on that bitch Cause that ho beat on my dick New shit on the way Baby, andalé You just did call my weight You tryna argue? Okay Im about to wait Read those, read those Girl, I got the privilege, ayy Skeet on mosquitos Girl, dont worry, gotta spray, hey He put shit in front of you for you to get over it, yeah, yeah, yeah Lost my homies and I cant get over it, yeah, yeah, yeah But I put my head on cause Im a big boy And theres so much cash I had to get, boy I been lazy as fuck, I get up, tell myself, Aint no savin this bitch Bringin shit home, baby mama dont worry bout how Im gettin this shit Grown ass man, Im bugged, baby, when we was kids, we wasnt kids First gun was a Glock .40, tried a thing in the head with that bitch
Get out of here, you dago bastard! Go on, get your ass out of here! Rifle shots fire A big K, a big K A big K A big K, a big K I just went and bought a big K Shoot a nigga dead in his face I aint ever like him anyway Its gon be okay, its gon be okay I sip lean, I dont like no Rosé I just buy em for my whole gang Baby, you know we the Glo Gang 2-4-14 be the gang Big boss, put a goofy in his place Got 30s hangin off my fuckin waist Dont make me catch a mothafuckin case He owe gwap then that nigga better pay Or Imma be at his crib the next day With a big K, a big K Shoot his momma in the mothafuckin face In the trap, whippin work like a slave In the hood, my lil niggas cant behave Chest shot, or the neck, or the face Put an opp nigga in his fuckin grave A big K, a big K Sosa say he want him dead, he die today Got a 30, I just bought a big K Its okay, its okay A big K, a big K I just went and bought a big K Shoot a nigga dead in his face I aint ever like him anyway Its gon be okay, its gon be okay I sip lean, I dont like no Rosé I just buy em for my whole gang Baby, you know we the Glo Gang Sneak dissin, get found the next day Stretched out, bullet holes from my K It aint my birthday, but I got a lot of cake Try to take it and Im shootin you in the face In the trap, with the squad, movin weight White bitches sniffing raw up off the plate I dont trust niggas, lot of niggas fake When Im on your ass, aint no escape Try to run, I aint worried, bullets chase I just went and bought a big K Its okay, its okay I just went and bought a big K A big K, a big K I just went and bought a big K Shoot a nigga dead in his face I aint ever like him anyway Its gon be okay, its gon be okay I sip lean, I dont like no Rosé I just buy em for my whole gang Baby, you know we the Glo Gang
Sosa baby, GBE, baby Blood Gang, baby 5th Gang, baby, Sit Gang, baby, Get It Gang, baby Leanin Gang, baby You know how Im rockin, cut off stockings Keep kush in my pocket All designer, get ya grind up Got a Breitling for the muthafuckin timer Yeah, bang, bang All these bitches love Sosa, nigga, fuck yo Rari Rover And yo bitch just came over, Lil Flip, game over I dont fuck with po-poers, the po-poers are no-noer Shawty said she like my odor, bend it over, bend it over I got pounds of that kino and Im a Fendi totter I aint gotta beat my dogs, Ima sick this 50 on em Choppa come through yeah, I went 50 on em Smokin ganja yeah, I went tree tree on em You can find me in the club with the snuff, fuck the buff Baby, this dick what you need, but I know it aint enough I know you want money, but I cant baby, sorry I know better bout these bitches, baby I am from the projects Pull up cowabunga, pullin off like gnarly Now I can fuck my forth grade teacher, Ms. Crowley Take two days to smoke a pound, Im Sosa Marley And you can call me Sosa Ross, Im Sosa-phisticated Man, Im still fuck your earthquake I member doing drills up in broad day I got that Worldstar like Beyonce Now carry on, Im gonna go my way All these bitches love Sosa, nigga, fuck yo Rari Rover And yo bitch just came over, Lil Flip, game over I dont fuck with po-poers, the po-poers are no-noer Shawty said she like my odor, bend it over, bend it over I got pounds of that kino and Im a Fendi totter I aint gotta beat my dogs, Ima sick this 50 on em Choppa come through yeah, I went 50 on em Smokin ganja yeah, I went tree tree on em I went tree tree on her Gettin ne-ne from that lil bitch Keke on her He love Keke, but she is a thotty on him She just wanna have a party on her And she be goin on and on and on and- Sayin he a goofy, sayin he aint nothin And I be like o-kay, o-kay, o-kay Imma push him button, no it aint no ridin Call me Sosa Big Pun, call me Sosa Fat Joe Call my Ruger Remy Ma, call me Sosa Papoose Shootin everythin from A to Z, alphabet coupe All these bitches love Sosa, nigga, fuck yo Rari Rover And yo bitch just came over, Lil Flip, game over I dont fuck with po-poers, the po-poers are no-noer Shawty said she like my odor, bend it over, bend it over I got pounds of that kino and Im a Fendi totter I aint gotta beat my dogs, Ima sick this 50 on em Choppa come through yeah, I went 50 on em Smokin ganja yeah, I went tree tree on em
Ayy Sos baby Bang, bang, bang Where Im from you wont get shit with a handout When I come through the city, niggas bring them bands out Sound of the semi often sounding like we brought the pans out Im a hot boy, someone please bring the fans out Make a bitch work, work, work, work, like Rihanna Stash the twenties, stack the fifties, when I look up, I see hundreds Man, you know how it feel if you never had nothin I cant know how you feel if you never said somethin I be runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin Remember on the block gunnin, gunnin, gunnin, gunnin, gunnin Now Im getting money, monеy, money, money, money, monеy You can tell by my tummy, tummy, tummy, yummy, yummy Remember selling dope out grannys, for my family Now I can buy my granny a fucking Bentley Fuck the rap game, fuck I look like buyin a Plan B But I gotta get this money, do you understand me? Ima fuck my trigger raw until that bitch saying, Keef Turn that Xbox off, cause aint no bitch playing me Trying to play with me, you better off plannin Plan B Cause your plan A didnt work, and I didnt understand each Just got a call from my mama, she want another Twenty racks, she will always be the one thats one up Hop out the car, it smell like thunder, I wish youd run up I dont crush a lot, I cant, let me call Big Pun up Bang bang, bang, bang bang, bang Bang bang, bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang bang, bang Bang bang, bang, bang, bang, In the trap steady walkin to the peephole Now Im in a mansion, dont know my gate code In the party, woo woo, okay ho She gon come through the back with the Draco No cash aint no on stage ho Cant come through the front with the bankroll She ran in the building, I was like, Hey, bro Who bitch in the front with the mango? Chief Sosa, Im Mufasa, Rastafari bombaclota We turn you to a water, lil nigga, please dont get mopped up My pistol Mad Max, I been running round with shottas Im the alley cat and you the rat that run around with coppers Bitch, Im balling so damn hard I think I need a Fiji water Swear that money be my baby, hello Sosa, youre the father Excuse me bro, do you sell dope? Fuck you a federale? Im a boss and these niggas hoes, thats why he fell behind me Im so fly, Im so fly, in Hawaii eating Thai You gotta pay me for a comment, and that comment might be why Asian ho, say she think Im nice, why cause I eat rice? Bitch, Im mean, go and get your things, you can spend the night Bitch, I flex, flexing on my ex with a fucking check You think you hot cause you got a box, your shit could get checked Im so hard, with a bitch box, I be playing chess Oh my God, what a bitter road, we hit em in the chest Now he dead, leave his ass red, hit him with high tech That mean my tech so fucking high, hit ten for six in that Like you was bad before Christmas Eve, bitch, thats what you get Like I was blind, then that happened to night, I dont know where you at Bang bang, bang, bang bang, bang Bang bang, bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang bang, bang Bang bang, bang, bang, bang,
GBE baby Huh? Bang, bang, bang, bang She borin She to normal, man, she borin, she borin Squad She borin, she borin She borin, she borin, she borin She borin, she borin, she borin Yo girlfriend wanna fuck me, but she borin She borin, she borin, she borin I cant have no fun unless she foreign She borin, she borin, she borin She borin, she borin, she borin Yo girlfriend wanna fuck me, but she borin I cant have no fun unless she foreign She borin, yeah, she borin I got her ready and the squad, yeah, she goin Put her in motion , I know she focused I got my money right, these niggas soft as lotion Im rollin, rollin, rollin I smoke a lot of loud, I be floatin I spend a couple stacks, I come through stuntin Glory shit, wont give a bitch nothin She borin, borin, borin Too normal, normal, normal She borin, borin, borin Too normal, normal, normal She borin, she borin, she borin Yo girlfriend wanna fuck me, but she borin She borin, she borin, she borin I cant have no fun unless she foreign She borin, she borin, she borin She borin, she borin, she borin Yo girlfriend wanna fuck me, but she borin I cant have no fun unless she foreign I love foreigns, foreigns, foreigns You boys ride Chevrolets cause yall normal You can have yo bitch back cause she borin Im everywhere, Im tourin while yall borin Big Ben Franklin bank rolls off in my Robins You boys aint gettin no money, stop it I hit the strip club them bitches drop it Because they know I got stacks in my pocket And I love smokin, smokin, smokin And not no normal, normal, normal 15 hunna, hunna, hunna I can fuck yo moma, moma moma She borin, she borin, she borin Yo girlfriend wanna fuck me, but she borin She borin, she borin, she borin I cant have no fun unless she foreign She borin, she borin, she borin She borin, she borin, she borin Yo girlfriend wanna fuck me, but she borin I cant have no fun unless she foreign
Dough Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I get to the dough even in the snow She like So, what happened? bitch, why you soo nosy? Drink: Imma pour, money: Imma blow Bitches Imma fuck, hop in my car and roll I just poured an 8, you just poured a 4 You sipping Karo, you think you off the dope I walk up in the door lookin like snow Niggas, I cant trust cause friends turn to foes I call my gun extinguisher Nigga act dumb what you off angel dust? Since I dont know my destination, she want me to meet with her I told her 60 thousand just to gree with her If she gon top me then we linkin up Cause some hoes be actin slow like they wont give it up If she dont drop it soo fast, pick it up Mama told me since you ballin, all these bitches gonna tryna be with ya I get to the dough even in the snow She like So, what happened? bitch, why you soo nosy? Drink: Imma pour, money: Imma blow Bitches Imma fuck, hop in my car and roll I just poured an 8, you just poured a 4 You sipping Karo, you think you off the dope I walk up in the door lookin like snow Niggas, I cant trust cause friends turn to foes This bitch with me a geek, I put her on the street Like a bird I let her free, be whatcha can be Like a dog, I want the sex, I dont wanna text Im a dog veterinarian, Imma need a vet Smokin on this OG, smokin on the ooh Im ballin like Im Dre, bitch Imma need Suge Imma need a Jimmy, I dont need a plug Got you bitch cleanin my house and its all for the dub Go get yourself some loves, do whatcha gon do You thinkin that you fresh bitch? come throw shit on you Aint get nothin for the low 20 grand or mo Since I spent all this money, might as well make my Glock gold I get to the dough even in the snow She like So, what happened? bitch, why you soo nosy? Drink: Imma pour, money: Imma blow Bitches Imma fuck, hop in my car and roll I just poured an 8, you just poured a 4 You sipping Karo, you think you off the dope I walk up in the door lookin like snow Niggas, I cant trust cause friends turn to foes
Zaytoven Zaytoven, wassup bro? What you on? Gettin guap right? I know I bought two pounds off Earth and smoke with no one, I am that nigga doe Yes I am a star but I got niggas that will kick ya door All these hoes thirsty, no they cant kick it doe These hoes just want credit thats why aint none in my videos I rather have my migos, three zero zero I think Im El Chapo, boy you worth a kilo Im coolin wit my vatos, cause they speak my lingo Its just me and Wop doe, lookin out the peephole And we see you niggas on the outside looking in doe Bitch, Im rich as fuck, bitch I be outside smoking indo Pull up in my M6, I aint got no tint doe I just love stunting when I see your bitch doe And I can’t trust niggas, Ben Franklin my friend doe Where Im from its fuck niggas, I only fuck with endo I just met a bad bitch, that bitch in Brazil doe Said she like me cause Im icey, we cant have no kids doe I just got a Jew bitch, she dont like no negros Look at my jewels bitch, Im shining like a disco Im smoking on this dope, I swear this shit’s some gas from Citgo I dont fuck with fuck niggas, I fuck with their bitch doe I bought two pounds off Earth and smoke with no one, I am that nigga doe Yes I am a star but I got niggas that will kick ya door All these hoes thirsty, no they cant kick it doe These hoes just want credit thats why aint none in my videos I rather have my migos, three zero zero I think Im El Chapo, boy you worth a kilo Im coolin wit my vatos, cause they speak my lingo Its just me and Wop doe, lookin out the peephole
How Im going crazy crazy crazy bitch I get it These bitches popping mollies like the hippies in the 60s Bring your ass to East Atlanta I dont do deliveries Im talking like Im Tony Montana Homes aint killing no children In Sun Valley with blue new Ballys and Bricks all under the building Homegirl said her man getting money But I aint seen the nigga I missed it New Lambo and Im sitting real low Sliding riding without my ceiling Used to be my ho, you can have that ho My nigga I aint got no feelings Before I started rapping, Gucci Mane was selling dope Her brother want to meet me but Im steady saying no Call my phone again, Imma have to tell em go 2 hundred squares, hundred pairs Whats the price - low Bring them things in, bring them things in When you come, man make sure you have them dividends Hope you got a whole bunch of hundreds So I can easily count it Man Im going hard, summertime them Forgies mounted How you doing? Im going stupid, going dumb bitch Im a Zone 3 nigga you know Im on that slum shit And my nigga from that 6 And he juugin off them bricks And he fucking with Yung Fresh And they know the streets is back Johnny Dang on my wrist Cost bout a couple bricks Got Vellanos on my whips Forgiatos on my whips Got the .40 on my hip With bout 50 in the clip Hit the kitchen, hit the strip Drop some pounds and some zips Hit the block, sell it here Hit your block, let it rip She give me top in that six Bitch my watch very clear And my pockets very fat And I stay spending racks Spend them stacks, get it back 12 chickens in the back Migos meet me in the front Bitch this aint what I want Try to play me like a punk My niggas will leave you slumped Migos meet me in the front Bitch this aint what I want Try to play me like a punk My niggas will leave you slumped Bring them things in, bring them things in When you come, man make sure you have them dividends Hope you got a whole bunch of hundreds So I can easily count it Man Im going hard, summertime them Forgies mounted How you doing? Im going stupid, going dumb bitch Im a Zone 3 nigga you know Im on that slum shit And my nigga from that 6 And he juugin off them bricks And he fucking with Yung Fresh And they know the streets is back Juugin off the mid On the table is the Sig Man we got cameras in the front We see you backing in When you come in Make sure you have them hundreds then We count dividends Only conversating if you spend Super charge straight A Charger see it on them rims Bitch Im fucking head in You been a real nigga when If you wanna buy ten Come and buy a thirty-six Charge him thirty-two nicks Thats a five for the drive Benz top circumcised And you know the body wide Glock 9 on my thigh Hit him right between the eyes Yung Fresh street nigga Bitch Im from the Jack City Allen Temple riding with me If you want it come get it Bring them things in, bring them things in When you come, man make sure you have them dividends Hope you got a whole bunch of hundreds So I can easily count it Man Im going hard, summertime them Forgies mounted How you doing? Im going stupid, going dumb bitch Im a Zone 3 nigga you know Im on that slum shit And my nigga from that 6 And he juugin off them bricks And he fucking with Yung Fresh And they know the streets is back
If your boyfriend selling bricks then why that boy cant pay your rent? He cant pay your rent, he cant pay your rent And that boy aint who he say he is that boy there full of shit That boy full of shit, that boy full of shit Now Im not your boyfriend, lame as hell and aint that bout a bitch? Aint that bout a bitch, aint that bout a bitch? If your boyfriend selling bricks then why that boy cant pay your rent? I can pay your rent, he cant pay your rent Girl your baby daddy broke He cant even come close to me that boy there is a joke He cant even smoke with me cause Guwop selling dope He got nothing over me cause el chapo my folk , folk , ho Smoking on that dope Let your bitch hit it she choke, gang I up this 4-0 and bang Leave a nigga fucking brains on the pavement Pulled off, escaping Nigga wanna race me But I only race thots I chase gwop, I dont chase thots Im running from the cops Im dodging holes pots Dont buy holes, I buy whole lots Dont like lil bets I win whole pots If your boyfriend selling bricks then why that boy cant pay your rent? He cant pay your rent, he cant pay your rent And that boy aint who he say he is that boy there full of shit That boy full of shit, that boy full of shit Now Im not your boyfriend, lame as hell and aint that bout a bitch? Aint that bout a bitch, aint that bout a bitch? If your boyfriend selling bricks then why that boy cant pay your rent? I can pay your rent, he cant pay your rent Girl your baby daddy broke He cant even come close to me that boy there is a joke He cant even smoke with me cause Guwop selling dope He got nothing over me cause el chapo my folk , folk , ho Pussy gon crap out Who that blowing, thats us Me and the gang Me and the gang in this thing Cooling with Wop Pull up on any nigga block and send a shot We dont fear cops Baby girl your boyfriend snitching on his boys If your boyfriend selling bricks then why that boy cant pay your rent? He cant pay your rent, he cant pay your rent And that boy aint who he say he is that boy there full of shit That boy full of shit, that boy full of shit Now Im not your boyfriend, lame as hell and aint that bout a bitch? Aint that bout a bitch, aint that bout a bitch? If your boyfriend selling bricks then why that boy cant pay your rent? I can pay your rent, he cant pay your rent Girl your baby daddy broke He cant even come close to me that boy there is a joke He cant even smoke with me cause Guwop selling dope He got nothing over me cause el chapo my folk , folk , ho
Uh Gucci, Gosha, she fill my Ghost, Ima get that mula Wop my brother, got loyalty, ain’t gotta pay my shooter I was in the Raq off flats, just watch the way that I boot up Glo-d up on a broke boy, just watch the way that you lose, uh Put a hole in a broke boy, so big look like a hoola Now Im gettin’ money, tryna be my mans, look at him like, Who ya? No, you aint really with the shits, I could just see right through ya No, no, you cant hang with the gang, Weenie Hut Junior Yes, Ima boss, Ima floss, sing to her, Vandross, I feel like Luther Get in the club with the 40 on the Moss, I swear my gun is too tough I was just with your bitch, made her eat my two nuts, yeah All the opps mad cause we getting this guap, they can’t believe we blew up, uh We don’t know them, uh But best believe they knew us, uh I was in the drop and Im off this cap, I had to pour up like two cups Had to get on a flight to Madagascar and them niggas still can’t move us Let me hit him, bro, I dont care if he sue us Nah, you aint even gotta hit him bro, that’s the reason Im your shooter Nigga, I was really in the field, it was either stay in the house or suit up Me and DooWop in LA and we made a duet on a cougar Now Im in the hills just poppin them pills so Im coolin like a cooler VVS diamonds hit off the Raf Simons, man, shoutout to my jeweler Your lil bitch got brain, now she smarter than a tutor Her top game insane, oblongata her medulla But we dont chase hoes, all we chase is this damn mula Im still in the trap and my boys sell packs, thats the way that we still maneuver Clip long as a ruler FN got a cooler TEC-9, itll juke ya Been had choppers, bitch, this aint new to us Not from Dubai but my chopper, Ill shoot it up We aim at your mind and you probably could lose your luck You niggas bitches, you really aint shootin nothin I fucked on this bitch and I wetted her coochie up You niggas diamonds aint doin no stupid stuff Told that lil goofy, Just give all this goofy up Hundred-round clips, they talkin no movie stunt Your life is too borin, that mean that your movie suck We been gettin money, this shit aint new to us I got the dreads with the Boosie cut Might just go shoot up your funeral My niggas soldiers, they said you aint losing us Put some little money on his head We do the shootin, aint no niggas shootin us I had to pour up some red Pass through the Raq and the bitches be choosin us Uh Wop, Wop, Wop Lil Uzi, yeah Uh, 150, 150 150, 150, thats YSL-150-GBE, bitch, uh Thats 150-YSL-GBE, bitch, uh Yeah
I had a .30 in my Hollister Now I go in Gucci and I cop it all Get out the way if youre not involved Do me a favor, knock it off Bang, bang, bang Dont approch me if it aint bout money Boy you know how Im comin No, I cannot pull up She say Im actin funny I hop out, get bags of money Rock out like Led Zep-pelin Thot like, What you up to? Nothin She let me fuck this mornin Went and picked up a bag These niggas is stealin swag I cannot fuck with you If you dont fuck with gang Roll up and blow your brain Roll up, its to the brain Your life spent on my chain She unbutton these Balmains Its 300, them guys with me We bout it, no Master P Smokin this celery Countin a salary You did not ride with me Cause you were doubtin me You couldve had your name on a Big Falcon tee Im swervin, Im not suburban We aint worried, yeah, we searchin Dont get nervous, eat this bird shit We at it early, mac burnin I had a .30 in my Hollister Now I go in Gucci and I cop it all Get out the way if youre not involved Do me a favor, knock it off Bang, bang, bang You know I got them thousands And they in my trousers Ill buy a bag of weed With your allowance Buy some kicks, its gon round me To the nearest thousands Too much damn dino juice Im feelin lousy You like to copy I have the hobbies Dont make me sign Turbo On your autopsy Youre with your possé We got a shotty I am with ISIS You cannot stop me With gang, I blow dope with them We be like on folks and them Sippin all this lean, baby Can you tell me somethin Am I slurrin? Am I slurrin? Bitches say I look better in person Im swervin, Im not suburban We aint worried, yeah, we searchin Dont get nervous, eat this bird shit We at it early, mac burnin I had a .30 in my Hollister Now I go in Gucci and I cop it all Get out the way if youre not involved Do me a favor, knock it off Bang, bang, bang Im ridin with my soldiers Fast roller coaster If you dont understand me Blah, go the toaster Im hard on my motor I am not a loafer You dont want no cancer I keep the toaster You know I got the piece And a pound of weed This weed aint got no seeds Your bed aint got no freak I just pod up four threes Youre runnin out of lean I just wanna be on Forbes Im runnin out of dreams Im swervin, Im not suburban We aint worried, yeah, we searchin Dont get nervous, eat this bird shit We at it early, mac burnin I had a .30 in my Hollister Now I go in Gucci and I cop it all Get out the way if youre not involved Do me a favor, knock it off Bang, bang, bang
What? I said I wanna see you Ill pay for my own flight out there to see you You said what? I said I wanna see you Ill pay for my own flight out there, I just wanna see you Okay Kool-aid When? Im a real drank head Real drank head, real drank head, real drank head Real drank head, real drank head, real drank head Remember when Tech used to come in a coffin Remember Actavis came with a double seal And I had just poured me a 12 of Wock You can keep the Qualitest all to yourself Cause nigga Im a real drank head, real drank head You aint sipping drank, that shit head Hoes in my car, asking me for a cup, thats his bitch I shouldve known she aint sip drink when she said Qualitest was better than Actavis I called cuban for 12 pints of Wock, any other nigga better know that hes taxing shit Its payday every day You aint tryna fuck, bitch, skate Cant come through, ball and no chain Adios, knock em back to 5th grade And what Im sippin on a milkshake Im sharper than a switchblade All hundreds on me, but Im on a rampage My ice kicking ass, no MMA Yeah, Im sippin Hardt I just poured a 12, you be pouring 4s You be sipping yellow, you be sipping green That shit deadly, you need to stick to weed I got 20 pints up in my closet They gon be down for the week up This bitch got up in my car Told the bitch put on a seatbelt She steady asking how to lift the seat up Had the nerve to ask me for a lean cup Where your ass was at for the re-up? The drank just hit with me a prenup Bang, bang Im a real drank head Real drank head, real drank head, real drank head Real drank head, real drank head, real drank head Remember when Tech used to come in a coffin Remember Actavis came with a double seal And I had just poured me a 12 of Wock You can keep the Qualitest all to yourself Cause nigga Im a real drank head, real drank head You aint sipping drank, that shit head Hoes in my car, asking me for a cup, thats his bitch I shouldve known she aint sip drink when she said Qualitest was better than Actavis I called cuban for 12 pints of Wock, any other nigga better know that hes taxing shit Im up in Houston where this shit came from Didnt know about bank accounts, I went and made one You got red in here, get away from my dope This bitch too damn playful, spilled drank on my clothes Love no thotties, I dont Hopped out of a Rhino Your life fugazi, you need to undo Backspace, typeover Drank made me go, I need you If it aint purple then I cant see you Bitch just text me saying Im gon freak you when I see you Im a well known nigga, you a Dr. Doolittle Im sipping on beetlejuice Call a camera man, its a photoshoot Me and 20 pints, I pour em by the 2 Bang, bang Im a real drank head, real drank head, real drank head Real drank head, real drank head, real drank head Remember when Tech used to come in a car Remember Actavis came with a double seal And I had just poured me a 12 of Wock You can keep the Qualitest all to yourself Cause nigga Im a real drank head, real drank head You aint sipping drank, that shit head Hoes in my car, asking me for a cup, thats his bitch I shouldve known she aint sip drink when she said Qualitest was better than Actavis I called cuban for 12 pints of Wock, any other nigga better know that hes taxing shit
I say she keep callin me She keep stalkin me Im like how you get my number Im like bitch stop callin Im like bitch stop callin I wish this bitch stop callin me Im like how you get my number Im like bitch stop stalkin me I say she keep callin me She keep stalkin me Im like how you get my number Im like bitch stop callin Im like bitch stop callin I wish this bitch stop callin me Im like how you get my number Im like bitch stop stalkin me She keep stalkin me I keep changing my number trying get her off of me She want talk to me but sosa hate talkin She say just want to get to know me but chief sosa hate talkin Because sosa antisocial Steady sendin my quotes She steady texting my phone I dont reply i leave it open Smokin on this dope i swear it got me floating She finna blow my high she like damn i love you sosa She might be a fan so i think again But then again she just want fuck me and my mans She might be a fan so i think again But then again she just want fuck me and my mans I say she keep callin me She keep stalkin me Im like how you get my number Im like bitch stop callin Im like bitch stop callin I wish this bitch stop callin me Im like how you get my number Im like bitch stop stalkin me I say she keep callin me She keep stalkin me Im like how you get my number Im like bitch stop callin Im like bitch stop callin I wish this bitch stop callin me Im like how you get my number Im like bitch stop stalkin me
Skrrt Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt All in, all in, all in Skrrt All in, all in If you tossing money, I am all in Heard you want a line, nigga, fall in I just left your bitch and I got all in All in , all in Your bitch on me cause I keep balling And I swear that this money keep calling But long as it keep coming, I am all in All in Just got some guns and some pounds in Never wanna hear all in That MAC and TEC be cousins They be busting, they cussing Toolie out, Im like fuck it Unless the police come, I wont tuck it for nothing Heard niggas on that fuck shit Click-clack, this nina ready to fuck shit Catch up, no DJ Mustard I wouldnt get no money if I aint love it Money my discussion You aint discussing money, I aint talkin All in, all in If you tossing money, I am all in Heard you want a line, nigga, fall in I just left your bitch and I got all in All in , all in Your bitch on me cause I keep balling And I swear that this money keep calling But long as it keep coming, I am all in All in Met your bitch and I was all in that thang When I pull up, I went all in the bank Traphouse, flats all in that thang Naw, boy, you cant hang You aint with the Glo Gang I be spitting propane Its something you already know, man I be ballin, I be wildin, VIP and fuck a line in I be all up in the club, standing all over the couches And I do this shit for Blood, Henny all over the couches If you talking bout that money, I swear I am bout you All in, all in If you tossing money, I am all in Heard you want a line, nigga, fall in I just left your bitch and I got all in All in, all in Your bitch on me cause I keep balling And I swear that this money keep calling But long as it keep coming, I am all in All in Thats it DP Beats Ayy , ayy I got all the hoes, I got all the hoes Im bout motherfuckin rolls Im bout my motherfucking rolls Since 2010 I was sellin dope Out my grandma front door, nigga Country knockin Contact, climb through the back of the burglar bars I ran out the crib on they ass, nigga And I got indicted, I dont give no fuck, ayy I got all the hoes, I got all the hoes I got all the rolls, I be on the road I can count this money with my eyes closed Ride by you, bye-bye, ho Cause Im bout my rolls, bitch, Im bout my rolls You aint talking rolls, then I gotta go I thought you know Baby, I am bout my rolls Im bout my pesos, my rolls You aint talking pesos, I shoot you in your nose and your mouth Cause you wasnt talking right Better bring that money to the light, bitch nigga Cause Im a rich nigga, ayy For a show, I need six figures You talking thirty bands, Ima take it But your show, I might not make it, ayy Hoes think I am Jamaican Rastafari dreads, they be shaking Pull up on they block, nigga, shake it Click-clack, bitch, ning ding finna get baking, ayy Bitch, I eat bacon But I dont fuck with pigs, see them, then I shake it They gon try to strip me naked Take me to the cell, I can take it It aint nothing, ayy Nigga try me, then its bustin, 10-10 Call up 10-10, code ten Cause that ning ding be my twin, twin Thats the only friend I got, other than guap My mama told me trust no one Snakes in the grass, one of em gon bite, ayy, ayy I got all the hoes, I got all the hoes I got all the rolls, I be on the road I can count this money with my eyes closed Ride by you, bye-bye, ho Cause Im bout my rolls, bitch, Im bout my rolls You aint talking rolls, then I gotta go I thought you know Baby, I am bout my rolls I thought you motherfuckin know Pull up, bitch, Im bout my rolls You aint talking rolls, then we bout to blow At your motherfuckin skull and your fuckin nose And your teeth, nigga We gon make your dumb ass bleed, nigga, ayy, ayy Thirty in this ning ding, nigga, ayy Its a drill, bitch, ding ding, nigga
Getcha gun, ayy Go getcha gun, go getcha funds, ayy Go get police, go getcha your moms, ayy ayy Go getcha your hundreds and your ones, ayy ayy I’m at your head, go get the Feds, ayy ayy Where is it? Go get your bread, ayy ayy Boy fuck peace, we mean no legs, ayy ayy Yous a lil boy, go get your parents, ayy You don’t get the pic, go get your lense You got a grip, go get it or all my boys, gon getcha, ayy ayy We do not pull up, my boys no internet, ayy Went and got a new nina, and Im gon finger it, ayy Went and got some money on you, Im gon send away, ayy Went and got a big house for my kids, ayy I still aint even get props for what I did, ayy I still believe in God, not till I’m scared, ayy Went and got a gun, bitch, for my fears, ayy I need to go get me another car, ayy And I need to go get me another watch, ayy Need another chain, nother house, nother Glock, ayy Need to go get some more clothes and some more guap, ayy Told that bitch You got a car?, ayy Then go get it, ayy Thought Almighty So was gon come getcha, ayy ayy Bitch Im gonna get dope and some more swishers, ayy That bitch better go on get liquor and some more bitches, ayy That money, Imma go get it Its all around me, I know that shit Cause I’m gonna get that shit Niggas be on that hoe ass shit I’m gonna get my gun out my pocket and blow that bitch, ayy I’m gonna get my gun out my pocket and blow that bitch, ayy Getcha gun, ayy Go getcha gun, go getcha funds, ayy Go get police, go getcha your moms, ayy ayy Go getcha your hundreds and your ones, ayy ayy I’m at your head, go get the Feds, ayy ayy Where is it? Go get your bread, ayy ayy Boy fuck peace, we mean no legs, ayy ayy Yous a lil boy, go get your parents, ayy You don’t get the pic, go get your lense
Remember posted on the block ready for the war Running up in houses, straight kickin doors Posted on the front right on Grenshaw On Indiana toting big guns When I come through, Hut! attention Niggas full of hate they full of tension Come through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 guns Dead or in jail nigga pick one Your drawers got lint on it, talking money I been on ya Dont make me up this fif on ya, give your ass a 51 I be smoking 91, you be smokin 61 You dont even smoke that 87, you be smokin that shitty stuff I be smoking that 93, think I was born in 93 Ben Frank said he was having dinner, he called me and invited me Cops got pictures of me selling dope, they call me and indicted me I don’t even like to talk but my money it like to speak You got 15 for a V shit thats aight with me But I gotta call you back cause your first price was beat On the block it was me, white, pipes and weed Let an opp pull up, Ima get the strikey things Remember posted on the block ready for the war Running up a house and straight kick in door Posted on the front right on Grenshaw On Indian toting big guns When I come through, Hut! attention Niggas full of hate they full of tension Come through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 guns Dead or in jail nigga pick one Dead or in jail nigga pick one Heaven or in hell a nigga in one I dont play ball I cross the AND1 Shot the 3s, we street ballers, dunk a damn point Im rolling up backwoods fuck your damn joint I dont like them swishers they dont feel right You feel like ballin, feel like stallin, what you feel like I aint cant get right, Im Mr. Get Right Im riding with that missile I wont miss you, Im gonna hit you Wassup to the bay, wassup South Central Wassup to L.A, Im some Chiraq ass nigga I still be in my ways, I be totin my pistol Remember posted on the block ready for the war Running up a house and straight kick in door Posted on the front right on Grenshaw On Indian toting big guns When I come through, Hut! attention Niggas full of hate they full of tension Come through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 guns Dead or in jail nigga pick one
Ayy Ayy, swag, swag, ayy, swag nigga swag, swag ayy ayy Ayy, nigga, ayy Hop in my car, swag, then I swag Niggas mad cause I got swag in the bag He bought his bitch a bag I put his bitch in a bag It cant fit in my pocket, cash , put that shit in the bag Michael Jackson, Im bad Im moonwalking with the cash Walk in the bank with bags Moonwalking with the cash Blitzing these niggas straight Madden Hail Marying the cash Walk up in it, its bout swagging Gettin every bitch thats bad with my swag My swag, nigga With my swag nigga Im getting every bitch thats bad with my swag I walk up in the spot and Im spending cash Im getting cash, nigga, look in my pants I got big ass bands, nigga, look at them Bens Franklins, he got hit with the Smith Wesson Stankin, get that cash, Im in to win Thank you, dont think cause of the clothes Im in Aint got a banger I up the Smith Wesson and I sang her Im swagging exclusive fits, Im a stranger Your life the same price the shoes Im in, and thats danger I tipped the thottie cause Im swagging, then I swang her Nigga, man up and quit being a deranger Ayy, ayy, ayy Hop in my car, swag, then I swag Niggas mad cause I got swag in a bag He bought his bitch a bag I put his bitch in a bag It cant fit in my pocket, cash , put that shit in a bag Michael Jackson, Im bad Im moonwalking with the cash Walk in the bank with bags Moonwalking with the cash Blitzing these niggas straight Madden Hail Marying the cash Walk up in it, its bout swagging Gettin every bitch thats bad with my swag Swag, nigga, swag, nigga Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Smokin on dope my swag , ayy I be toting on poles with my swag, nigga , ayy Bitch, I be in my bag, nigga , ayy Coolin in my mansion countin all this cash , nigga Sos, get blast, nigga Now he lost and Im glad, nigga Pull off skud-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-blam, nigga Get hit with this swag, nigga Got some choppers up in my Louis bag, nigga Got some gwuapa in my Gucci bag, nigga Got some blocker shottas blockas and they blast niggas Swag, ayy, ayy, ayy Hop in my car, swag, then I swag Niggas mad cause I got swag in the bag He bought his bitch a bag I put his bitch in a bag It cant fit in my pocket, cash, put that shit in a bag Michael Jackson, Im bad Im moonwalking with the cash Walk in the bank with bags Moonwalking with the cash Blitzing these niggas straight Madden Hail Marying the cash Walk up in it, its bout swagging Gettin every bitch thats bad with my swag Beep, fff beep, beep, skrt skrt skrt
Bitch get down with the get down Yall gonna wait till Im rich now All you see me with Sosa So you know Im getting closer Keep that strap with no holster Just to pop at a joker You should know from way back That lean dont play that Im trying to live how a king should live Thinking back, when my mama lost a crib Thinking back, on when they told me My brother would live Now its us against the world, something gotta give Im on a roll and nobody can stop me The fliest thing looking out of Gianni Versace The diamond rings you could swear Im related to Papi T.O, lean back, get that dough I stay on my humble, I came up in this jungle Raised in the jects of Toronto They clap for tweets we dont follow Might just send you a holla And tell you to hold that Im just letting you know that Fly down here might not go back Money, Cars, Clothes, thats my lifestyle Ice keep me flows, thats my lifestyle You can call it pimpin, but thats my lifestyle More henny overflowed, thats my lifestyle Thats my lifestyle x4 Keep them pussies on they toes, thats my lifestyle Thats my lifestyle x2 I pull up, get out, bitches pull their tits out Im Chief Sosa, the shit now I meant to say Im rich now Im bout what I pay now I dont work for shit now Either get hit or get down Merk you, you cant snitch now Chief Sosa from O-Block 300 on both blocks On both blocks we tote Glocks On both blocks we blow Glocks On both blocks we kill Ops Sad stories Soap Ops You aint no gangsta, 2Pac Shoot you up like O-Dog Now I think I might cue One phone call a roll call Im coolin on frontstreet In the field with my bro gods And I think I might cue One phone call a roll call Im coolin on frontstreet In the field with my bro gods Degrees, we up in here Swaggin in my fur Young baller like Corey on the bench The money over there, right on the dresser Told you Ill see you again baby theres no pressure These rappers try hard just stay current, they cant keep up No endurance Ass fine, she suckin while Im starin A girl in the back, she cant stop starin
On digits, Im serious Pull up in that mothafucka skooskoo Nigga I aint fearin I got my pistol Lucky that mothafucka love aint Let me hit you or get you! You wanna fuck with the kid Wanna know where I live But Im walkin round with the sig Ima get your ass up outta here Boy I dont fuck with the pigs On digits, Im six Im only shark that fish And I catch big fish and Im fishin Tryna bring the bricks in, let them bitches see it Found out a nigga fuckin with my bricks You gon get two to the shit Found out a nigga fuckin my bitch I dont give two fucks or shit Ridin foreign cars, nigga you wont pull past this shit Fuck nigga, I done paid 22 for some kicks Fuck nigga, I done paid 22 for the wrist Fade 50 for the chain Walk in, all the bitches better know my name Almighty So, Chief So, shit aint changed Niggas think I changed cause I got me a little chain Smokin on this fuck nigga Tooka till I cant feel my brain Like Tony Hawk bitch this Sosa, no it aint Lil Wayne Bitch Im Flocka with the flames MJ with the fade away Bitch Im Ballout with the bricks Cause I done had 50 bricks on my mothafuckin wrist So Im Sosa Escobar, Pablo And Im coolin with my vatos, eatin tacos Look at a brain dead bitch, Im like Paco You wanna fuck with the kid Wanna know where I live But Im walkin round with the sig Ima get your ass up outta here Boy I dont fuck with the pigs On digits, Im six Im only shark that fish And I catch big fish and Im fishin Tryna bring the bricks in, let them bitches see it Found out a nigga fuckin with my bricks You gon get two to the shit Found out a nigga fuckin my bitch I dont give two fucks or shit Ridin foreign cars, nigga you wont pull past this shit No one on the corner got a swagger like me, I be flee Fresh Giuseppes up on the concrete, at a Fe Fe Remember on the corner with a jacket slangin D And slangin that C to every fuckin fiend Every junkie, even police Niggas know not to run up on Chief Sosa Cause he got that heat and he gon let it breathe I know he talkin but Ima let you see When the pistol come up, what the uppercuts mean? Baby, I dont listen to nothin but me Baby, I dont be gettin nothin but Gs but Im a G Got a Jesus piece Yall know that I fuck with Jesus She see my neck and freezes Cause Im cold like I been in the freezer You wanna fuck with the kid Wanna know where I live But Im walkin round with the sig Ima get your ass up outta here Boy I dont fuck with the pigs On digits, Im six Im only shark that fish And I catch big fish and Im fishin Tryna bring the bricks in, let them bitches see it Found out a nigga fuckin with my bricks You gon get two to the shit Found out a nigga fuckin my bitch I dont give two fucks or shit Ridin foreign cars, nigga you wont pull past this shit
Get this money I do this for my daughter, I dont do this shit for nothin Its all about the Glory and thats why I stay stunting She like you told me youd never leave me, gotta go and get this money I do this for my daughter, I dont do this shit for nothing Its all about the Glory and thats why I stay stunting I got so much money I can buy a bank, honey Is you gone give me top, if its a problem say sum When you gotta get out, bitch imma say sum I got all this cake like its my birthday though Just dont call me broke, but you can call me what you want Watch me come through killing shit, R.I.P. the parking lot Imma make her give me top Imma go and drop the top I be counting lots of guap I be fucking lots of thots Say I got some awesome ears, awesome chain, awesome watch You wearing Trues, my daughter dont, Versace shit, Louis vuitton That bitch seen how I ball, she say she aint going home Imma have to kick her out, hit Kay Kay you need a loan Boy you shouldnt be mad at me Tell your bitch to leave me alone Im swaggin, Im swaggin with my Louis rag and Got 500 cash up in my Louis bag and Sosa you be swagging, bitch I aint askin Im smoking on this dope, this shit smellin like some cat piss All these niggas mad and Im cooling relaxing Coolin in my mansion with my shoota Tray Savage And he got that MAC-10, this aint no old western Spot em, got em, drop em, shoot his ass bitch no exceptions She like you told me youd never leave me, gotta go and get this money I do this for my daughter, I dont do this shit for nothing Its all about the Glory and thats why I stay stunting I got so much money I can buy a bank, honey Is you gone give me top, if its a problem say sum When you gotta get out, bitch imma say sum I got all this cake like its my birthday though Just dont call me broke, but you can call me what you want I be with them slow boys You be with them broke boys I be smoking loud pack and you aint making no noise Get dough boy or you gon die broke boy Cause fuck with us, we gon leave you dead, nothing to show for it I fucked your bitch, she all up on my phone now You lookin for her, she in Sosa world boy she gone now But I do not like her, that little pussy fuckin I fuck 10 hoes a day and bad bitches come in dozens Smoking on this kush pack, strong pack, musty I dont wanna fuck her anyway bitch you musty Sayin that them red bottoms bitch them red nothings 40s with the 30s and you can meet they cousins You bitch a bug and you little niggas buggin Im crazy I take $40,000 spend it like its nothing Its nothing, with my conjunction function And Im posted on this black wall but I aint from Compton She like you told me youd never leave me, gotta go and get this money I do this for my daughter, I dont do this shit for nothing Its all about the Glory and thats why I stay stunting I got so much money I can buy a bank, honey Is you gone give me top, if its a problem say sum When you gotta get out, bitch imma say sum I got all this cake like its my birthday though Just dont call me broke, but you can call me what you want
Zaytoven! Sosa baby, GBE baby Bitch, yeah, yeah Had to take one second To think about all these motherfucking blessings Yeah, I got a license but Im driving real reckless Designer done turned to a fetish She gon eat the hot dog cause I get the relish Come and get this work cause you know I gotta settle it Before I get the coupe, yeah, you know I gotta test it Cause I cut into this hundred thousand and invest it In the strip club, throwing money like its nothing Smoke that bitch out, now the police fussing Make the po man nigga know that we coming Shorty on X, dont tell me if you see something And what Im smoking smelling like Im eating onions Remember growing up like I gotta be something All this fucking cake like I gotta eat something And Im tryna quit but the drank keep callin Had to take one second To think about all these motherfucking blessings Yeah, I got a license but Im driving real reckless Designer done turned to a fetish She gon eat the hot dog cause I get the relish Come and get this work cause you know I gotta settle it Before I get the coupe, yeah, you know I gotta test it Cause I cut into this hundred thousand and invest it Pour drank on the carpet We on our guap shit The haters, they talk shit But later, they walking Got your hoe free from an auction She steady talking I be steady flossing Organizing boss shit Had to take one second To think about all these motherfucking blessings Yeah, I got a license but Im driving real reckless Designer done turned to a fetish She gon eat the hot dog cause I get the relish Come and get this work cause you know I gotta settle it Before I get the coupe, yeah, you know I gotta test it Cause I cut into this hundred thousand and invest it At the strip club, throwing money like its nothing Smoke that bitch up now the police fussing Shorty on X, dont tell me if you see something L what Im smoking, smelling like Im eating onions Remember growing up like I gotta be something All this fucking cake like I gotta eat something And Im tryna quit but the drank keep callin Drank keep callin, drank keep callin
Turnt up bitch, Im super cappin Turnt up bitch, I got them stupid weapons Turnt up bitch, kill you in a second Turnt up bitch, somebody call 9-11 They like Fredo be cool, man you too turnt They like Fredo be cool, somebody finna get murked I dont wanna have to put you on a t-shirt I dont wanna have to put you in the fucking dirt They like Fredo be cool, boy your ass wild I dont give a fuck, nigga Im with that gun violence Im with that gun violence, Im with that gun violence I dont give a fuck nigga, Im with that gun violence I dont wanna have to put you in a fucking hearse Whole family rocking you on a t-shirt Stay your ass in your lane, boy the streets hurt Pull up on your block and see if my heat work We can get some money or we can beef first Pull up on your set and shoot whoever I see first Damn, I done got blood on my t-shirt Look down got his brain on my sneakers Kick his ass out the trap, he selling cheap work Pistol slap his momma til her teeth jerk Im with that gun violence, Im with that gun violence I dont give a fuck, nigga Im with that gun violence Turnt up bitch, Im super cappin Turnt up bitch, I got them stupid weapons Turnt up bitch, kill you in a second Turnt up bitch, somebody call 9-11 They like Fredo be cool, man you too turnt They like Fredo be cool, somebody finna get murked I dont wanna have to put you on a t-shirt I dont wanna have to put you in the fucking dirt They like Fredo be cool, boy your ass wild I dont give a fuck, nigga Im with that gun violence Im with that gun violence, Im with that gun violence I dont give a fuck nigga, Im with that gun violence We put you on a milk carton Pull up pull your pimp card You a Will Ferrell, get hard, mean time I sip hard Drive through, no smalls, aye, cuz I live large Pull up, get the count, pull off like I didnt park All red Louie, yeah I be on my santa shit How these racks hang off me, what is that? banner bitch 12 poured up, in a soda, is not a Fanta bitch Pulled up in the night light, its not a candle bitch I know how to make these bands And your bitch know how to make me mad Blood watch over my shoulder, Cap watch over the racks Shawty go watch for police, Fredo watch over the trap Turnt up bitch, Im super cappin Turnt up bitch, I got them stupid weapons Turnt up bitch, kill you in a second Turnt up bitch, somebody call 9-11 They like Fredo be cool, man you too turnt They like Fredo be cool, somebody finna get murked I dont wanna have to put you on a t-shirt I dont wanna have to put you in the fucking dirt They like Fredo be cool, boy your ass wild I dont give a fuck, nigga Im with that gun violence Im with that gun violence, Im with that gun violence I dont give a fuck nigga, Im with that gun violence
DP Beats I get a nigga wet, get a bitch wet I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet Say I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet Ayy, I get a nigga wet, and I get a nitch wet If that nigga act up, ayy, then he gettin wet And that bitch she wanna fuck, cause she gettin wet If that nigga act up, ayy, then he gettin wet I said that bitch she wanna fuck, ayy, cause she gettin wet And thats wet and thats that, ayy I just bought a new click-clack, and its wet, ayy Wet means thats that fuckin thirty, ayy Its that fucking thing with thirty in it, ayy Click-clack, let that fuckin thirty bang, ayy My thot say she be havin wet dreams Im somewhere dreaming, sippin on a pint, ayy You think you rollin cause you sippin on a K, ayy Who that there? Its a bird, its a plane, ayy Pull up on the curb and then I slang, ayy Now I got keys to the Phantom Now I got some keys to my mansion, ayy She wanna fuck me cause she say she wet Im smokin lovely, feel like Im the best Boy, disrespect me, you gon get wet Im flexin on niggas like bench press I get a nigga wet, get a bitch wet I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet Say I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet Ayy, I get a nigga wet, and I get a nitch wet If that nigga act up, ayy, then he gettin wet And that bitch she wanna fuck, cause she gettin wet If that nigga act up, ayy, then he gettin wet I said that bitch she wanna fuck, ayy, cause she gettin wet I done got my dope wet, where the dope at? Dont want my old hoes back, where the hoes at? Where the thots at? I got the thot pack Its a gamble with your life, where my pipe at? He dont want to get wet, what kind of shit is that? Nina gonna get you wet, cause she made for that Run up in your house wet, ayy A young nigga from the projects, ayy That bitch ask where Im going, I said, To the top That bitch ask what Im doing, I said, Gettin gwap That bitch wanna know too much, she wanna know my spot She wanna know where I hang out, she wanna count my gwap But she cant cause I dont trust no one, ayy I got my gun, I aint for no one What you wearin, bitch? Wanna know where Im at, bitch? I got trust issues right along with my gat, bitch
Huh? Umm Lean, lean Skrr, Skrr skrr skrr Bang bang, bang bang Boy, Ima catch it, teach you a lesson He be texting, and we be sexing Im dressed in designer, and she be naked And She go up and down, Im like lets get it, lets get it Girl you got a hold of me, dont let go of me Im sorry but I cant eat it like groceries Im sipping on lean and smoking on OG You dont have to worry, girl its just you and me She like, what were you doing with your friends at 2 AM Sipping lean like soup, Im finna pick you up in this coupe, what it do I dont see nothing wrong with a gangster being on your mind You know I got them bands You cant throw shade because I was taught to shine Boy, Ima catch it, teach you a lesson He be texting, and we be sexing Im dressed in designer, and she be naked And She go up and down, Im like lets get it, lets get it Girl you got a hold of me, dont let go of me Im sorry but I cant eat it like groceries Im sipping on lean and smoking on OG You dont have to worry, girl its just you and me
Im so motherfuckin true like Im 2 Chainz Ridin in that Mayweather with your boo thing Every summer I pop up with some new chains In these Balmains, filled with them blue things And these hoes on my back like my Fendi You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me Big stash in it, they think that its empty When a real nigga talkin, please dont speak My watch tried to take your bitch from me Dead mens in my pockets, all hunnid Bitch, Im sippin right now, dont even touch me No, Im not sippin slow Just pass me the ball Ima pick and roll I get that give and go Im out there gettin dough Sosa whats your goals? I dont really know But I know I want a new house, new shit, new money, new that New this, new thot, new bitch Every time I have mood switch New Gucci, new Louis New shirts, new pants, new kicks New drink, new weed Im surrounded by a bunch of new shit Im so motherfuckin true like Im 2 Chainz Ridin in that Mayweather with your boo thing Every summer I pop up with some new chains In these Balmains, filled with them blue things And these hoes on my back like my Fendi You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me Big stash in it, they think that its empty Big stash pot in the car for a fuck nigga Soon as I see you creepin up, Ima bust, nigga One thing about my pistol, we got lots of trust, nigga He know hes a throw-away and he dont give a fuck, nigga Dont let my niggas catch you on that rough, nigga All these waves, I feel like Im Puff, nigga At the top its just us, nigga If you aint with us, we dont really fuck with you Im countin cash on my ten fingers or my ten toes When I wanna be low-key, Im in that Land Rover You can put me in detox, dont think Im stayin sober Jump in front of this metro train, and get ran over Im so motherfuckin true like Im 2 Chainz Ridin in that Mayweather with your boo thing Every summer I pop up with some new chains In these Balmains, filled with them blue things And these hoes on my back like my Fendi You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me Big stash in it, they think that its empty
Woke up, brush my teeth Thank the lord that Im here today Stole Toyotas, now I hop out the cat, hop in a Wraith Im a fuckin king, wheres my throne? Bring a young nigga some grapes This bitch talk too much, oh my god Bring a young nigga some tape Just cuz I got cash dont mean I wont smoke your ass like a Newport shorty I guess I gotta learn, its just just some shit that I cant do no more Dont come in our radius, a young nigga, tell ya crew to abort Hop in that wet wet shorty, somethin like a water resort With a bitch named Arissa Going faster than a missile Too blunts with a tissue Girl shooting at me like a pistol Hit a bitch with a whistle Whats on my feet? They Balencis I got a dirty mouth need to rinse it I need all the bread and the biscuits Slippers came with shoestrings Timbs still got a shoestring Three flexed up too clean Twenty thousand and I bought two things Sent granny n momma a 50 Bitch want me to sign her titties I need you to mind your business Where the cash at? Go get it Where the bitches at? Go fuck em Where the opps at? Dont duck em The law hate me so fuck em These niggas fake dont hug em Sosa bipolar, dont bug him You already know he dont trust em The nigga too cool, get a oven He one egg short from a dozen Woke up, brush my teeth Thank the lord that Im here today Stole Toyotas, now I hop out the cat, hop in a Wraith Im a fuckin king, wheres my throne? Bring a young nigga some grapes This bitch talk too much, oh my god Bring a young nigga some tape Just cuz I got cash dont mean I wont smoke your ass like a Newport shorty I guess I gotta learn, its just just some shit that I cant do no more Dont come in our radius, a young nigga, tell ya crew to abort Hop in that wet wet shorty, somethin like a water resort You aint smokin by the ounce, you can bounce I dont smoke no mid, I smoke super loud Damn near quit the lean see if I can do without it On illustrator makin me a new medallion Be careful this package is super fragile And my dog keep eating my Gucci sandals Hoe see me in person like ooh he handsome Tryna stuff this cash in my Gucci pants Man these niggas be having me fucked up When the boss talking shut the fuck up Some of these hoes say I act stuck up Know its fuck you if its fuck us Chief Sosa how come you dont trust us? Wish Chances light came down and struck us Need to learn how to take down your instructions Gotta have Ben Frank grand jack all in structure My dog fresher than you My daughter is too My heat get to stuttering Get barbecue-cued My heat get to stuttering Duh duh da doo doo Foes at my door like doo doo They know Im gorilla like Uh-uh Woke up, brush my teeth Thank the lord that Im here today Stole Toyotas, now I hop out the cat, hop in a Wraith Im a fuckin king, wheres my throne? Bring a young nigga some grapes This bitch talk too much, oh my god Bring a young nigga some tape Just cuz I got cash dont mean I wont smoke your ass like a Newport shorty I guess I gotta learn, its just just some shit that I cant do no more Dont come in our radius, a young nigga, tell ya crew to abort Hop in that wet wet shorty, somethin like a water resort
Loads of money cause Im arrogant Riding with Lola Bunny cause I got carrots Riding with Lola Bunny cause I got carrots In this room with tons of money, cause Im arrogant Somebody call bud up tell him we finna air it Urm mm urr nn errr cause Im servin And I smoke blunts in the air cause Im arrogant is Ice cream sprinkles in the, chain No, you cant hang if you aint, gang Bitch, stop merging, stay up in yo, lane Fuck you take the hit for if you aint got no aim? All these niggas rockin with the, gang Glock 40. that rock ya witcha, chain The Jeep truck took off from the Mustang The fuck you take the ride for if you werent on a thang? The fuck you in the whip for if you aint squeezin? You aint with the shits, then you should be leavin Free all my shorties out the damn prison Loud pack bust my еar drums, I cant hear shit Pussy got that fake ice on, hе embarrassed I paid 3K for this scarf, Im not a terrorist Got out the cage and flew right past you like a parrot Ridin with Lola the Bunny cause I got carrots Told that ho dont talk to me because Im married She said her man got a chain, but he dont never wear it Baby, I can track the money, no matter where it is You gon see me pullin up, wheels spinnin like Ferris wheels You gon see me sildin by shinier, thats some tyre shine Accordin to my watch, you can get up with me at anytime Pull up super charge, like meet me down at the finish line The shit they said when I was young, Im older man, I get it now The bitch did went and got her face done, she think she pretty now The bitch did went and got her ass done, she think she pokin now She got her buns out, its hot out, she think she smokin now Took the bitch heart and ran away, I think she broken now I got bread, I cant be loafin now Slid the car right to your slot, its a token now If I get caught, wont depend on no bitch dont hold me down Ill shoot a nigga like kuh, thats the Kobe sound Young nigga you ridin with a jock, theyll hold it down Fore you be onside of the law, you dont know us now Then you got a nigga like me, who gon know its them And I know they ran my fuckin plates, like I know its him Bitch, get out my fuckin face, if you dont know wassam Gave a bitch a blunt and a bottle, now its going down All these bitches love fuckin rappers, man, they going round Just sent the brick, dry wall, you know I tore it down Bitch, get the fuck out the truck, if you dont know whats up Strap on my M13, showin’ my shoulder love Aint no front-end, back-end, I dont go to clubs Baby, let the cars back in, Im tryna show the club Hold on, niggas on some snake shit mow the club Gang gang, walked in, coolin’ tryna glow the club Desert eagle so big this bitchll blow the club You think this shit a game, well phew, had to show the club Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew
Let me see if I can find some change up in my pocket Work all out so I gotta restock it Pussy aint good but I act like I like it Let me see if I can find a fuck to give, slightly Fire comin out the pipe, lookin like some lightnin In that foreign four door with a couple vikings Let me see if I can roll this blunt while Im drivin Let me see if I can drop the top while Im ridin Let me see if Louis got these flops in my size Let me see if these niggas gon jock my attire Let me see if Gucci got this top in my size The only thing I got is my Glock and my pride Wet his block up and let me see is he gon slide Light the car up and let me see is he gon ride We can have a threesome, let me see if she dont mind We can have a meeting but lets see if Keef on time I dont need no shooter, Ima shoot for me and mine Aint shit changed, bitch, Im shootin every time Let me see if I feel like sellin you a line Let me see if these gangstas is really droppin dimes Make that money, bitch What you workin with? What you twerkin with? Fuck who you in here with We in this Maybach, bitch Pull them curtains, bitch These real fuckin diamonds And you know that bitch Make that money, bitch What you workin with? What you twerkin with? Fuck who you in here with We in this Maybach, bitch Pull them curtains, bitch These real fuckin diamonds And you know that bitch Ridin up in that snowgo, let me see if this store closed Throwin bands in this, go go, Louis Vuitton polo Ridin up in this pogo, switch gears like gogo I just smoked like 3 ounces, finna roll up 4 more Shoppin out in NoHo, bad bitch named Coco Smokin Def yeah nigga So So, livin fabulous, nigga Loso Goin 200 from the popos, 200 smokin on dope smokes Hit a pothole on a Low Pros, sneak diss, you so bold Just iced out a new logo, aint givin no free promo These fuckin rappers is homos, been off the porch for so long They aint ridin with me then so long, stick in the Glock and its so long Pipes on the car, they so long, like bitch, hold on Make that money, bitch What you workin with? What you twerkin with? Fuck who you in here with We in this Maybach, bitch Pull them curtains, bitch These real fuckin diamonds And you know that bitch Make that money, bitch What you workin with? What you twerkin with? Fuck who you in here with We in this Maybach, bitch Pull them curtains, bitch These real fuckin diamonds And you know that bitch
She say that Im her MCM But I dont wear no MCM All I wear is Hermes when I do, yeah Ridin around, flexin on you She posted me all as her MCM But I dont wear no MCM I spend twenty hundreds when I do Bitch, Im cold, bitch, Im sick, got the flu She say Im her MCM, I be stuntin She say Im her MCM, I be swaggin Hop up in my car and then I drive it I mean I dont drive it, I ride it fast Put my feet to the gas Ayy, smokin on this gas Put your shit in the trash Shawty know that Im the man Seen my ice, she like, Damn Baby, I dont need no fan She seen my car, she like, Damn She say that Im her MCM But I dont wear no MCM All I wear is Hermes when I do, yeah Ridin around, flexin on you She posted me all as her MCM But I dont wear no MCM I spend twenty hundreds when I do Bitch, Im cold, bitch, Im sick, got the flu MCM , MCM Baby, why am I your MCM? Tell me now, ayy , tell me now, ayy I dont ball, bitch, I Gretzky now, ayy I dont fall, bitch, dont let me down Im on point, bitch, on every sound Ima fly up, you take the levee down Always in somethin foreign, Im heavy now Spent fifty thousand in True Religion You spent ten thousand, think you just shitted Hit Louis Vuitton for my Lou religion Then hit Gucci for my Gu religion She say that Im her MCM But I dont wear no MCM All I wear is Hermes when I do, yeah Ridin around, flexin on you She posted me all as her MCM But I dont wear no MCM I spend twenty hundreds when I do Bitch, Im cold, bitch, Im sick, got the flu
She only like me because everything foreign Dont fuck with white tees because everything foreign Im GBE, and your boyfriend super normal If it aint foreign , then I dont want it She only like me because everything foreign Dont fuck with white tees because everything foreign Im GBE, and your boyfriend super normal She only like me because everything foreign Dont fuck with white tees because everything foreign Im GBE, and your boyfriend super normal If it aint foreign , then I dont want it She only like me because everything foreign Dont fuck with white tees because everything foreign Im GBE, and your boyfriend super normal If it aint foreign, then I dont want it Im smokin dope, I aint fucking with that normal Pull up on yo bitch, yeah shes a goner You can have her back, homie I dont want her All a nigga want was the top from her Chief Sosa came in hotter than the summer That bitch want my number, she got to fuck my brother I got a foreign bitch, that bitch native I treat the hoes like Kelly, motivate them Smoking dope, I think Im in a spaceship I pull me out some lean, and I take sips I rock Gucci, Louis, shop in Italy Thats why all these hoes they be feeling me She only like me because everything foreign Dont fuck with white tees because everything foreign Im GBE, and your boyfriend super normal If it aint foreign, then I dont want it She only like me because everything foreign Dont fuck with white tees because everything foreign Im GBE, and your boyfriend super normal If it aint foreign, then I dont want it
Ayy, gang, bang Gang, bang, gang You dont want none, nigga, you dont want none You dont want none, nigga, you dont want none You dont want none, you dont want none You dont want none, nigga, you dont want none You dont want none, bitch, you dont want none You dont want none, bitch, you dont want none You dont want none, you dont want none You dont want none, bitch, you dont want none Im off the dope right now Im fucked up, ayy Nigga caught me slippin then he lucked up, ayy Nigga caught me slippin then I buck buck, ayy Macaroni time ayy, like a Kraft box Bitch told me that she wanna let me fuck her Told her if she let me fuck then I wont have her stuck stuck But she gotta have some hair just like Repunzel If she aint got none then I dont want none Pull up on you with my truck beatin like a tumtum I pull up on you smoking loud, he sound like a dumb dumb The shit I smoke have you stuck, I swear you dont want none I got a hollow .45, I know you dont want one You dont want none, nigga, you dont want none You dont want none, nigga, you dont want none You dont want none, you dont want none You dont want none, nigga, you dont want none You dont want none, bitch, you dont want none You dont want none, bitch, you dont want none You dont want none, you dont want none You dont want none, bitch, you dont want none If you smoking reggie, I dont want none If you drinking Quali, I dont want none I shot from the shotty, yeah you dont want one My gun and yo gun can have a one-on-one She think I love her, she must think she is some money I was in love when I first got with the money You say you dont want none then I say you trippin homie Then you say you want some, Ima send ya gift bag homie That bitch right there on the corner waitin on Chief Keef to speak Waitin on that shit, you gone be waitin a whole year and a week Tryna marry me, bitchll be better waitin on til you 53 Niggas tryna bury me, theyll be better off waitin til they 63 You dont want none, nigga, you dont want none You dont want none, nigga, you dont want none You dont want none, you dont want none You dont want none, nigga, you dont want none You dont want none, bitch, you dont want none You dont want none, bitch, you dont want none You dont want none, you dont want none You dont want none, bitch, you dont want none
Uh, we got London on the track! Rich Kidz, ratchet Oh, Im going ratchet! Im on that ratchet shit Nigga, Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit, my nigga Im on that ratchet shit! Now, I aint matching top to bottom Got on four different designers Four different designers Four different designers Four different designers Im on that ratchet shit, My nigga Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit Aye I aint matching top to bottom Rockin four different designers Four different designers, like Four different designers Ratchet bitches, we love them! Hustlin bitches we cuff em Pretty bitches we fuck em Like Cigarrellos we buss em With gas, oh yea we stuff em This life Im living is nothing Designers my gifts and garments Looking like walking money Got a partner named Ratchet He bout dat ratchet action Got a partner named dread NO UPS but keep dat package Balenciangas to step, or Js, or some Giuseppes Real flav dont need no Help Ferragamo my belt OK, huh, go, huh, play, Im a weirdo! Rock four different designers, still match, though! Aint talking bout my whip tho, I switch gears tho Keep that forty in my cup holder, no beer though! Im on that ratchet shit Nigga, Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit, my nigga Im on that ratchet shit! Now, I aint matching top to bottom Got on four different designers Four different designers Four different designers Four different designers Im on that ratchet shit, My nigga Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit Aye I aint matching top to bottom Rockin four different designers Four different designers, like Four different designers Im on that ratchet shit nigga, I got them racks and shit! And she gon pop that pussy and do a backflip My bill cost racks and shit My pants dont match my kicks This money I run through It do gymnastic shit Im flexing bitch Running through checks and shit Im fucking all these hoes, Im on my reckless shit! Im with my ratchet shit Where Im from, were ratchet bitch We keep ratchets, bitch Boy dont get clapped and shit! Fuck like a porn star, and I ride foreign cars And she gon wanna fuck just cause my audemar Fuck like a porn star, and I ride foreign cars She gon wanna fuck just cause my audemar Im on that ratchet shit Nigga, Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit, my nigga Im on that ratchet shit! Now, I aint matching top to bottom Got on four different designers Four different designers Four different designers Four different designers Im on that ratchet shit, My nigga Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit Aye I aint matching top to bottom Rockin four different designers Four different designers, like Four different designers Im on my ratchet shit, check my fashion, bitch! This shit aint average, immaculate Just sip and step and wreck it When I step in shit, most definite You know these hoes like it when they see a nigga Biting it when they see it! Check my sprite, its Easter pink And woahhhh, theyre looking at me twice when they see me Put my pay check with my strikes I rock the Nike with Adida GBE my people, and FreeBandz them my folk Now one two to the six hoes, Im rocking with the los Ratchet shit, always saying ratchet, bitch Smoking out the pack, vacuum seals in the back and shit We do with extravagance, something you never heard of Saddle game murder, shoe game murder! Im on that ratchet shit Nigga, Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit, my nigga Im on that ratchet shit! Now, I aint matching top to bottom Got on four different designers Four different designers Four different designers Four different designers Im on that ratchet shit, My nigga Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit Aye I aint matching top to bottom Rockin four different designers Four different designers, like Four different designers
We dont get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat We dont get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat Dont wanna be a sheep I pray the Lord my soul to keep We dont get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat We dont get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat Dont wanna be a sheep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Dont wanna be a sheep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Im so hungry you hear the creak in my tummy Im so high off greek you hear the creak in my tummy We dont get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat We dont get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat We dont get no sleep it mean way more for us You can live for me, you wanna seek out your glory Say a prayer mama taught me before I sleep Me and my family we proud up in the bed six deep I was caught up and then I saw my pops and peeps I can hear the weeps and the hallways can hear the weeps Brought me to the rooms and he told me something so scary Blank stare at the wall, I swear I couldnt even blink Me fourteen years old, going on like thirty-three Tapped into the savage on that day is what I mean Tables turned you feel you cannot turn the other cheek From then on everything was a plate no nigga eat We dont get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat Dont wanna be a sheep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Dont wanna be a sheep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Im so hungry you hear the creak in my tummy Im so hungry you hear the creak in my tummy We dont get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat We dont get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat Walked up in the bank theres so much cash I gotta take Twenty-sixteen theres so much cash I gotta make Excuse me, vegetarian thats so much bad up on my plate Thats steak, spicy garlic, man thats a normal date Im hot now, I cant stop now, Im on fire I make your bitch tat me on her back, Im a wire It take blood, sweat, and tears, but I am not a crier The way Ben Franklin sing, he make me think Im a choir Sosa got the strap, you know I wear it like a bomber Act like you dont in the middle of December, turn to summer The way I make your bitch hot, Im a stove, Harry Potter This mathematics, you can leave if you aint talking numbers We dont get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat Dont wanna be a sheep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Dont wanna be a sheep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Im so hungry you hear the creak in my tummy Im so hungry you hear the creak in my tummy We dont get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat We dont get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat Lean on me like Morgan Freeman, no further you shall see Pacing in circles in the darkness, wont the light come follow me But to lose your heart’s been molded to withstand all of the roads Stomach folding, this the greatest story ever told I knew that I was a legend more now than before Wait two nights to my last bitch and let this money mold Flew by you in quite a flash, few nights I saw you pass Stay up on my path, I bet I be here laughing lastly Wings up on your back and the wind beneath your feet Watch the game we play, you can get tricked up off the street Days like Halloween, you can get tricked and be a treat Wont happen to me, I sink my teeth into they sweet We dont get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat Dont wanna be a sheep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Dont wanna be a sheep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Im so hungry you hear the creak in my tummy Im so hungry you hear the creak in my tummy We dont get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat We dont get no sleep it mean way more for us to eat
Talking man on BD, aye aye Nah, nah he gotta go cuz Nah , he talkin bout Glo Gear Nah he got on that Popular Demand shit, I dont Want that Popular Demand in here, he tweakin I got on Glo Gear man, my shoes cost $1500, dude Bitch, Im beamin smoking stinky Earring looking like they supposed to be on my fuckin pinky Tearing up the mall, I be speedin What you wearin aint even up to fucking season Ayy, Im flexin shawty Nah ayy, he hatin Bitch, Im beamin-beamin smoking stinky Earring looking like they supposed to be on my fucking pinky Tearing up the mall, I be speedin What you wearing aint even up to fucking season nigga Take the fucking ball, and I knee it Cause Im fucking ballin for no reason I spent a car on a M.O.N.C. Moncler I smoke kush like I grow it on a farm, yeah Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Bitch I smoke trees like I grow dem Who is these niggas? I dont know dem They dont be smoking dope like me and bronem Folksnem , Glonem Got a weed license like I grew him, I smoke him Im in the Beamer, catch his Benz, blow them I caught him shooting dice and I rolled him My pistols fabulous I call him Losnem Smoking on this Tooka cause I know him You cant stop a Amtrak railroad him Bitch Im Sosa Joc, it can go down 2-4 Black Disciples , ten toes down Woo , woo, woo, woo Bitch, Im beamin-beamin smoking stinky Earring looking like they supposed to be on my fucking pinky Tearing up the mall, I be speedin What you wearing aint even up to fucking season nigga Take the fucking ball, and I knee it Cause Im fucking ballin for no reason I spent a car on a M.O.N.C. Moncler I smoke kush like I grow it on a farm, yeah Ayy, ayy, ayy I be smoking tons, yeah Too much kush for my lungs, yeah Walk in the mall spending money having fun, yeah Im Gloing LED 4K TV and Suns, yeah 1080p I was born in 83, Im lying yeah I been doing this shit since I was a youngin, ask my mom, yeah Smoke so much crop like I grew up on a farm, yeah Bitch steady talking Im like Is you done? she like Yeah Im gliding in that bitch, skrrt, skrrt, bitch, I be stunting Your boyfriend talking shit, huh-huh-huh, I get money Pull on his block and shit, duh-duh-duh, I be gunnin Here come the cops and shit, skuh-skuh-skuh, I be runnin Skrrt , skrrt , skrrt , skrrt Bitch, Im beamin-beamin smoking stinky Earring looking like they supposed to be on my fucking pinky Tearing up the mall, I be speedin What you wearing aint even up to fucking season nigga Take the fucking ball, and I knee it Cause Im fucking ballin for no reason I spent a car on a M.O.N.C. Moncler I smoke kush like I grow it on a farm, yeah Woo, phew, woo, phew, woo, gang Gang in this bitch Gang in this bitch, nigga
What do my fans mean to me? You know of course My fans gon mean the world to me Without them there wouldnt be no Almighty Sosa, Chief Sosa, None of that. Almighty Glo Gang, you know what Im sayin None of that. So my fans mean a lot to me. I mean they always say Aww you pushed it back oh no, I dont push it back All Im tryna do is make sure shit is right. You know what Im sayin I mean, everybody want that Old Sosa, its not gon happen Chief Sosa, Im bout mothafuckin 6000 years old Remember when I used to be sayin I was 300 all the time? Im 6000 mothafuckas. Im older, Im a grown boy You know what Im sayin, I been sayin I was a grown boy But Im a real grown boy this time. You know what Im sayin Im grown, Im glod up, man I got and glod up, grown up Whatever you wanna say. And there wont be none of that old shit You know what Im sayin You talkin bout shit when I was 16 years old You know what Im sayin Im mothafuckin 20... Im 6000, you know what Im sayin Anyways, yeah, gang shit. I love my fans, and I love the haters I love the people who fuck with me one thou-wow I love the mothafuckas who talk behind my back one thou-wow Gang shit You know how we rockin, man, cut off stockings Keep kush in my pockets, all designer, get your grind up Got a Breitling for the timer man, bang, bang Chopsquad I like winnin, I like winnin, I like winnin, I like winnin I like winnin, I like winnin, I like winnin, I like winnin All I know is win, win, win, win, win, win, win All I know is win, win, win, win, win, win, win All I know is money, all I know is win Its cause Im gettin money I hope you dont get offended I get some money at 6, and I get some money at 10 At 5, at 4, at 3-2-1 right now Im a diamond in the sky, all I know is win Niggas two-faced, I dont want no friends I like being me, I dont want no twin I can do this shit again and again I like winnin, I like winnin, I like winnin, I like winnin I like winnin, I like winnin, I like winnin, I like winnin All I know is win, win, win, win, win, win, win All I know is win, win, win, win, win, win, win I like money, I like women I like Air Force 1s, I like 50s I like Benjis, I like Jacksons I like bullets, I like ratchets I be gettin money, smokin on cat piss Sippin lean, smokin on dead man I came here for the money You aint got the exits I hit the exit, hoppin on the interstate I glo fuckin money, its whats on my dinner plate I know Im kinda late, I had a meeting at 10 today I like weed, love hoes, you love em welterweight You love em Heavy weight, that shit so dead this way Im rollin, yo bitch told me she love me like Kelly say Im on the win, fuck a roll, lemme see what my schedule say Smokin dope in my mansion, fuck what the tele say Walk in the bank tryna see what the bank teller say I was finna say... I like winnin, I like winnin, I like winnin, I like winnin I like winnin, I like winnin, I like winnin, I like winnin All I know is win, win, win, win, win, win, win All I know is win, win, win, win, win, win, win
Why Why Why I dont know, I dont know Ayy Is it my watch, my earrings maybe I dont know Is it my swag, my big bank maybe I dont know Is it my walk, my mean talk maybe I dont know Cause I got guap in my coat maybe I dont know Is it my watch, my earrings maybe I dont know Is it my swag, my big bank maybe I dont know Is it my walk, my mean talk maybe I dont know Cause I got guap and I ball maybe I dont know Cause Im ballin with my niggas, thats it Like my money all hundreds, thats it She shoot me down and Im gon punish that bitch Put some Ben Franklins in front of that bitch We hit the strip club 3Hunna deep And all these bad bitches be staring at me Cause they know Chief Keef be throwin couple of Gs Its guaranteed them bitches leavin with me I say they know when the Raris pull up Man, all these bitches wanna party with us Cause they know we get the party turnt up Catch an opp, you get your party burnt up Is it my watch, my earrings maybe I dont know Is it my swag, my big bank maybe I dont know Is it my walk, my mean talk maybe I dont know Cause I got guap in my coat maybe I dont know Is it my watch, my earrings maybe I dont know Is it my swag, my big bank maybe I dont know Is it my walk, my mean talk maybe I dont know Cause I got guap and I ball maybe I dont know
Young Chop on the beat Ayy, Chop I met that bitch at five, I fucked that bitch at nine Chopsquad Damn, damn, damn, damn Met that bitch at five, I fucked that bitch at nine Shawty cant stand that she my side bitch She mad cause she cant ride with me I met that bitch at five , I fucked that bitch at nine I want some top, she was talkin bout a sixty-nine I got a hundred girls, fuck sixty-nine Just top me like the model that you is, my love You aint got no drugs, you can smoke my drugs My Audi, bitch, yeah, its still mounted up I done had more chains than Tity Boi I bet the world will not forget me, boy Remember dreaming this shit now I live it, boy Its all about the Glo, no kidding, boy Im frozed up and you know Im Glod up I was in the pententiary eating cold cuts Now I hop out and I swipe your hoes up Im antisocial, I dont look towards them I got some bitches in New York and Florida Need some peaches up out of Georgia Glo the way I bang, dont fucking ignore them When we pull up, we ignore them Shawty cant stand that she my side bitch She mad cause she cant ride with me I met that bitch at five , I fucked that bitch at nine I want some top, she was talkin bout a sixty-nine I got a hundred girls, fuck sixty-nine Just top me like the model that you is, my love You aint got no drugs, you can smoke my drugs My Audi, bitch, yeah, its still mounted up Spent two-hundred thousand with Johnny Dang On my fucking chain and some earrings And I set my car on some things Girl, you know it aint nothing Girl, you know I do my thing Girl, you know Ill shoot my thing Aint shit changed But my fucking name Riding in that thing I be feeling like the man of the year You cannot hang Only the gang up in here Shawty cant stand that she my side bitch She mad cause she cant ride with me I met that bitch at five , I fucked that bitch at nine I want some top, she was talkin bout a sixty-nine I got a hundred girls, fuck sixty-nine Just top me like the model that you is, my love You aint got no drugs, you can smoke my drugs My Audi, bitch, yeah, its still mounted up
Aye, Wop go grab that Tec, man Tray Savage load that FN up Lil Boss po that shit up man Yall know we smoke out the 448 Pourin out the pints Aye, Ball bring that money counter out, boy You know what the fuck time it is, man Splashin on these bitches, yeah thats that sea salt All the horses in this foreign Im like, Yeehaw! You know we got that defense, lets play B-ball I think Im going Ray Charles, I cant see yall Stunna shads on, bitch, these the new cappers This our shit, nigga, aint no new trappers Going forward in the foreign like I cant move backwards You on that fuck shit and take that button it a tap ya Im with a white bitch, she a coke head My mentality , is get more bread Im in a fast car , like its a snow sled Stick stickin out , like its a forehead Lets get it, bang No Instagram, it can go live I dont fuck with niggas that play both sides Ikey smelt the dope when we drove past Stopped to get some Backwoods and some more gas Bitch, Im fresher than a fuckin Hebrew If you owe me, I see you Walk in Valentino, get a tee or two Yellow black whip, thats that Pikachu Ran off on the plug in 09 Just fucked a mob wife with a bow tie Im with blood now might as well call em slime All I see is money, I think Im goin blind Hater blockers on my face, I call these specs Hit Neimans, we just ran through a check Grab some F&Ns, we just ran through the Tecs I just fucked her from the back on a fuckin jet No Instagram, it can go live I dont fuck with niggas that play both sides Ikey smelt the dope when we drove past Stopped to get some Backwoods and some more gas Bitch, Im fresher than a fuckin Hebrew If you owe me, I see you Walk in Valentino, get a tee or two Yellow black whip, thats that Pikachu Ball bring that money counter out boy Yall know what time it is All we wanna see is red and blue, nigga Or I should say red and green, nigga Blood and money, nigga Uh, uh Rob a fuck nigga, take his whole shit Ran off with yo pack, you a whole bitch Bitches in the trap, I make them hoes strip Them hoes dont wanna fuck? I make them hoes dip I been gettin money since like 06 Phone boomin, I just moved a whole brick Got a 100 shot, I shoot at yo whole clique Got a 100 shot, I shoot up yo whole whip Phone ringin, damn, all this money comin in Member bein on the block, sellin 3 for 10 Try to rob shit, I put one up in yo wig I dont carry .38, all I tote is SIGs Let this beef get serious, Ill smoke yo kids These niggas aint did what I done did Member runnin from the cops, had to hop the fence And you cant hang around, if you aint poppin shit No Instagram, it can go live I dont fuck with niggas that play both sides Ikey smelt the dope when we drove past Stopped to get some Backwoods and some more gas Bitch, Im fresher than a fuckin Hebrew If you owe me, I see you Walk in Valentino, get a tee or two Yellow black whip, thats that Pikachu Boy Im on that savage shit , stop that rappin shit Ill hit yo block, up then chops, automatic spit Nigga we gon blast off , fuck it, mask off Niggas said they wit it, boy stop it, they look mad soft In the trap get bags off , we got mad salt Bitch you aint off molly, nigga , thats some bath salt Try to rob a back off , get you mad offed Bitch I get that guwap like a cash crow No Instagram, it can go live I dont fuck with niggas that play both sides Ikey smelt the dope when we drove past Stopped to get some Backwoods and some more gas Bitch, Im fresher than a fuckin Hebrew If you owe me, I see you Walk in Valentino, get a tee or two Yellow black whip, thats that Pikachu
Im on that ratchet shit Nigga, im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit, my nigga Im on that ratchet shit No, I aint matchin top to bottom Got on x3 Im on that ratchet shit, my nigga x3 Aye,i aint matchin top to bottom Rockin x3 Ratchet bitches, we love them! Hustling bitches, we cuff them Pretty bitches, we Fuck them! Like cigarillos we bust them With gas oh yeah, we stuff them This life Im livin is nothing Designer, my kicks and garments Looking like walking money Gotta partna named Ratchet He about that Ratchet action! Got a Partner named Dread No UPS, but keep that package Balenciagas to step, or Js, or some Giuseppes. Real flav dont need no Help Ferragamo my belt And no KAE huh,dont huh,play.Im a WIERDO!! Rock four different designer. Still match, Though!! Aint talking bout my whip I switch gears tho Keep that forty in my cupholder,NO BEER,NOOO!! Ratchet Shit nigga, I got dem racks and Shit! And she gone pop dat pussy and do a backward flip! My belts costs racks and shit My pants dont match my kicks This money I run through, It do gymnastics shit! Im flexin bitch Runnin through checks and shit Im fuckin all these stars, Im on my record shit! Im on my Ratchet shit Where Im from,we ratchet,bitch We keep ratchets, bitch Boy dont get clapped and shit! [Fuck like a porn star, now riding foreign And she gone wanna Fuck, just cause of my Audemars] x2 Im on dat ratchet shit,check my fashion,bitch This shit aint average, immaculate Giuseppe steppin, wreckin when I step in shit Most definitely, You know these hoes liking What they seeing, niggas bite it when they see it Check my sprite its Easter Pink Whoa, they lookin at me twice when they see me Put my pay check with my stripes I rock my Nikes wit Adidas GBE, my people and Freebandz them my folk 912 to the 6-0s, Im rockin with the locs At ya shit, always stayin ratchet,Btch Smokin out the pack vacuum seals in the back and shit We do it extravagent, sum you neva heard of Savage game murder, Shoe game murder!!
One for the money, two for the drugs Three for my pistol, four for the slug One, two, comin for you Three, four, knockin on your door Five, six, comin through your gate Seven, eight, we was runnin a lil late Nine, ten, Im ridin with extendeds Eleven, twelve, Forbes on my hit list Thirteen, fourteen, karats on my pinky Fifteen, sixteen, tattoos bitch, Im inky Seventeen, eighteen, chains got me iced out Nineteen, twenty, fuckin bands to get you sniped out Little case, twenty-one bands will get you right out Free Cdai, a .22 shotters on me right now Twenty-threes on the car, twenty-fours on the truck Twenty-five times 2s in my motherfuckin Glock I got twenty-six pumps for a motherfuckin thot Im sendin twenty-seven shots at a motherfuckin opp One for the money, two for the drugs Three for my pistol, four for the slug One, two, comin for you Three, four, knockin on your door Five, six, comin through your gate Seven, eight, we was runnin a little late Twenty-nine, thirty, I was posted with them .30s Thirty-one, thirty-two, Im so gone like a birdy Thirty-three, thirty-four, call me Sosa Paul Birdy Thirty-five, thirty-six, I got my ball all dirty Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, Tony Tiger bitch, Im great Thirty-nine, forty, I can sense these niggas fate Forty-one, forty-two, I want it from them in the coupe Im goin 143 and 144 too Forty-five for my jacket, aw man! Forty-six in them and we givin out ten Forty-seven of them bands Big racks like I wear a 48 in pants BANG BANG One for the money, two for the drugs Three for my pistol, four for the slug One, two, comin for you Three, four, knockin on your door Five, six, comin through your gate Seven, eight, we was runnin a little late
Pull up on a hot block in a hot car With a hot thot, with a gun with some hot stuff Pull up on a thot block, here the thots come Runnin up to my car, like, Sosa, can I have some? Pull up on an opp block with a lot of guns With a lot of shooters just to shoot em, make them niggas run Pulled up smokin weed, rollin weed, loadin heat I aint got no worries cause Im gettin money Pull up on a flat block just to get flats Then I pull off, pop a flat, now Im gettin that Bitches say Im gettin fat but I dont drink no six-packs Im flexing with this six-pack, six grand my Fitch hat Pull up on a hot block in a hot car With a hot thot, with a gun with some hot stuff Pull up on a thot block, here the thots come Runnin up to my car, like, Sosa, can I have some? Pull up on an opp block with a lot of guns With a lot of shooters just to shoot em, make them niggas run Pulled up smokin weed, rollin weed, loadin heat I aint got no worries cause Im gettin money Pulled up to the liquor pen and I get ten fifths of Henn Pull up to the studio, tryna make some hits again And I got all this damn ink, bitch tryna read my tats again Said she like the smell on me, smokin that shit from Pakistan 30 thousand in these Trues, hundred dollars for these shoes Five hundred dollars for these Trues, 200 thousand for this coupe Parkin my car in handicap, ticket, big deal, can beat that Pull up on my plug like, Where the weed at? I need that, hand me that Pull up on a hot block in a hot car With a hot thot, with a gun with some hot stuff Pull up on a thot block, here the thots come Runnin up to my car, like, Sosa, can I have some? Pull up on an opp block with a lot of guns With a lot of shooters just to shoot em, make them niggas run Pulled up smokin weed, rollin weed, loadin heat I aint got no worries cause Im gettin money
Across social media, particularly on Instagram and Snapchat, temptation is everywhere Glamorous looking accounts offering get-rich-quick schemes Its easy money, it almost sounds too good to be true Insert card, Im online Sufficient funds in the swipe Service fees too high KMT, thats a third of the swipe African boy, thats me You wont catch me with no dead CC I can be your local casher Switch it, I can be your local scammer Insert card, Im online Sufficient funds in the swipe Service fees too high KMT, thats a third of the swipe African boy, thats me You wont catch me with no dead CC I can be your local casher Switch it, I can be your local scammer I can be a local trapper But I just made it happen Who the fuck say we aint slidin? Better not say they lackin They callin out mayday, whack em Say they pour eight, they actin Two thousand for an eight, they waxin Get sixteen shots from a MAC-10 Bitch, we gon go where its crackin Tsunami gun get to crackin Start trippin, gun get to blastin Send a fuck nigga home packin Boy, this Bud Lite, you aint packin Let off five, one second Got nina outside and she naked All we know is ball, we wreck it Insert card, Im online Sufficient funds in the swipe Service fees too high KMT, thats a third of the swipe African boy, thats me You wont catch me with no dead CC I can be your local casher Switch it, I can be your local scammer Insert card, Im online Sufficient funds in the swipe Service fees too high KMT, thats a third of the swipe African boy, thats me You wont catch me with no dead CC I can be your local casher Switch it, I can be your local scammer I got the wave, no durag You mad , you sad Oh, you jelly , took her to the telly Its so hot in here, but my name aint Nelly You obsessed with me, she be telling me You be texting her while she sexing me Scam, scam, scam, scam, I dont wanna look like you Scam, scam, scam, scam, we dont make those moves I dont wanna chat , I just want my racks Insert card, Im online Sufficient funds in the swipe Service fees too high KMT, thats a third of the swipe African boy, thats me You wont catch me with no dead CC I can be your local casher Switch it, I can be your local scammer Insert card, Im online Sufficient funds in the swipe Service fees too high KMT, thats a third of the swipe African boy, thats me You wont catch me with no dead CC I can be your local casher Switch it, I can be your local scammer Naija boy, Ghana boy, you know we dont take no loss Open some accounts and Ill send the wire cross Your login, your zip code, security code, your swift code BIC, oh, thats good, just sit back and watch me load Please dont swipe your card when Im loading your account The wire just came in and I dont wanna see it bounce Drop the check by night and by morning I make my runs Every day I pray that the bank dont freeze my funds Insert card, Im online Sufficient funds in the swipe Service fees too high KMT, thats a third of the swipe African boy, thats me You wont catch me with no dead CC I can be your local casher Switch it, I can be your local scammer Insert card, Im online Sufficient funds in the swipe Service fees too high KMT, thats a third of the swipe African boy, thats me You wont catch me with no dead CC I can be your local casher Switch it, I can be your local scammer
Yeah Yeah Yeah She got wet when she looked at my neck Dont look for me unless you got a check Told my mama that Im gonna be my best She said, Do you, dont worry bout the rest Almighty dont like nobody Got them nunchucks, ready to fight somebody Glock Tyson ready to bite somebody Baby said she quit, but now she back on molly Designer on my body-ody-ody-ody White lamb, Yo Gotti-otti-otti-otti-otti Slidin in that Ridie-ide-ide-ide-ide Just flamed up some biscotti-otti-otti-otti Tonights a party-arty-arty-arty-arty Me and foe nem slidie-idie-idie-idie-idie We dont fear nobody-ody-ody-ody-ody My K Spanish, beat like ay-ay-ay-ay-ay She like “Its yours” I’m like thats mine, mine, mine, mine, mine Two watches still dont have time, time, time, time Send them to the ER like bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Then wave at them like bye, bye, bye, bye, bye Pull up like president Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi Eyes low cause Im High, high high high high They took my brothers, Why why why why why? Foes nem with the fishes, Sky sky sky sky sky Hop in that pussy, Sky dive, dive, dive, dive You ain’t did dick before girl? Right, Right, Right, Right, Right You can drive my car, we can drive, drive, drive, drive Im in Manhattan Im turnt, Piped piped piped piped She need me for ride Slick want to know what life like My son was two, talkin about fight-fight They be havin the right idea, but the wrong guy You might see me throwing money in the club Shawty say she at the club, picked her up This aint NBA, but you will get your ass dubbed Whats dubbed? Get hit with twenty slugs I stay thinking about how I used to be a crook Dont say you love me, Im giving your ass the look Dont try read my tats, bitch go read a book And when Im lonely, bitch come give me a hug I know you would leave me if I lost everything Went in the mall and I bought everything Flip-flop ass niggas they claim every gang Why you buy that jewelry for if you tuck every chain Hoodie says Taxi, but it’s called Helmut Lang I got young money, Ima call Lil Wayne Four by four Im looking down like Im in a crane You see the truck jump get out of my way They all be fake with me, aye You lighten up my day baby Keep me gettin paid yeah Get me some lemonade for that shade throwing She wanna come to my place, yeah I know But I make her wait hour long I remember when I used to buy Js Now I can eat what I crave Them hundreds Nipsey blue Girl come see me, fuck your dude Im just keeping it true My JR name Krue On folks nem head I cant lose Im an animal on the loose Dope give me my boost She gon tie my boots
Fuck, damn When you in that fire, Im the only who can save you Why you say that? Im the fireman Go ask about me, I never ran Young nigga with whole lot of bands I be losing my mind when Im boxed in I make that bitch do a handstand Lot of dope in a car, Im Saran Man Lot of molly in me like Im a Sandman Landlord of the North like Nino Lot of money on me like C-Note Strapped up, got Glock on my waist, oh Chief Keef flex hard like Big Sos Make love, fall out on a kilo Talk down but they count on me though I could start up the car with no key hole These niggas aint comin like me, no I got on dope and its supreme Stylin so hard, I make you collapse Studio go hard, I aint takin no bath All day Ive been workin inside of the lab I aint ever got to write cause I know how to rap They tell me slow down cause Im movin too fast Uber too far so I hop in the cab Hop on the jet, take a flight to the Carib Got luck like a four-leaf clover Full of drugs like Im never sober Flex hard like Im Chief Sosa FN wit a beam Im totin Got a stick with a drum, I blow it Nigga play me wrong, I show it Tell me how the fuck you aint know it Nigga know I be on it When you in that fire, Im the only who can save you Why you say that? Im the fireman Go ask about me, I never ran Young nigga with whole lot of bands I be losing my mind when Im boxed in I make that bitch do a handstand Lot of dope in a car, Im Saran Man Lot of molly in me like Im a Sandman Landlord of the North like Nino Lot of money on me like C-Note Strapped up, got a Glock on my waist, oh Chief Keef flex hard like Big Sos Make love, fall out on a kilo Talk down but they count on me though I could start up the car with no key hole These niggas aint comin like me, no Got a Gucci headband like Im AI Put a nigga in a MAC, tell him FaceTime Folks nem took tons, see you take time All this money on my watch, I cant waste time All this mula that I make I could waste shells Bitch wipe me down like a windshield She read my tats, Im a Kindle I just met a bitch look like Kendall Used to have a .38 like YoungBoy Hit you with this fully auto drum, boy When you hear pow-pow, run, boy Explosive car outside making damn noise We blowin them, can we get the drum roll Like a Gmail, looking unfold Im sipping drink out the punch bowl How you gonna catch up running slow? Damn, I know Landlord of the North like Nino Lot of money on me like C-Note Strapped up, got a Glock on my waist, oh Chief Keef flex hard like Big Sos Make love, fall out on a kilo Talk down but they count on me though I could start up the car with no key hole These niggas aint comin like me, no
Parked the foreign in a handicap Get a ticket, pay that shit Spend that money, make that shit I was in Broward county, late as shit Whats the tab, chains on, feel like fab Make her feel this wrath, Make her catch a cab Ima go my path, Ima roll my half I dont like to kick it Nigga come on now I dont like to kick it, in my pockets bitches I spin her no fidget, and my chips got ridges Speedin over bridges, need that crispy chicken For my ugly days, I do pretty spendin For I dont feel like did Diddy gettin kitty in your city Foenem got my 50 if you got a problem with me All this power feel like 50 you want me nigga come and get me You can call me Sosa Cannon Lion got them drones with me Filet mignon, cheese, nachos, I need combos, too much, I know Hundreds, fiftys, give me, you hear me, you so silly, run up the millis Parked the foreign in a handicap Get a ticket, pay that shit Spend that money, make that shit I was in Broward county, late as shit Whats the tab, chains on, feel like fab Make her feel this wrath, Make her catch a cab Ima go my path, Ima roll my half I dont like to kick it Nigga come on now Fucking with me, they gon bring them hemis Hollow tips, cracking all your chips All my dogs fighting like Im Michael Vick Got a condo in Atlanta, where I fuck my bitch Fuck my bitch, where I fuck your bitch Thirty six diamonds shine like MJs pants And my gang be off the wall but I dont wear no vans Get your mans fore I cut off his hands I got hoes in every city, gotta wool for every season I leave all my bitches fiending, cause I leave that pussy leaking Got a big Bentley and a G Wagon fuck your Jeep Bitch Im finally rich like that nigga Chief Keef Parked the foreign in a handicap Get a ticket, pay that shit Spend that money, make that shit I was in Broward county, late as shit Whats the tab, chains on, feel like fab Make her feel this wrath, Make her catch a cab Ima go my path, Ima roll my half I dont like to kick it Nigga come on now
Sosa, bang OBlock, OTF Bang bang Hit a nigga up, I dont give a fuck I do drugs til Im dead OBlock, Wiiic City bitch Middle fingers to Shondale Chief Keef, I go nuts, in a fast car doing doughnuts Shoot a nigga up, then so what Thats what he get for being so tough Run up on him, put the gun up on him Act pussy niggas, whats to you bitch? Change his mind like four ways Like a flat tire he need a fix Get a name off me you need it bitch Goddamn I hate a conceited bitch Ima shoot the clip til its empty bitch Disrespect my bro gods Got one lung, I smoke a lot of kush And why I dont know god I got a lot of niggas with a lot of guns Gotta use them then so god Kush smell like piss and rubber Know Im bout my bands We rob who he shop with Dont give a fuck it aint my mans Talking hoes niggas I keep that Kush nigga, I reek that You holding and we see that? That money we gone need that You aint shit but a stain nigga Throw my first finger and my thumb up Thats a L nigga, to the brain nigga Thats all Im saying nigga Yeah man Chief Keef bitch You know how I rock Ls, Ls, Ls, Ls, Ls, Ls
Bitch, I got show money, Dro money, fucked your bitch, got ho money Come on the block, lay a bitch nigga down, now Im walking around with your money I dont save the shit, I blow money, hit the stadium and I throw hundreds Smoking on the dank while Im dranking on the drank, I be laughing to the bank, its so funny Bitch, I got show money, Dro money, and a trap fit that get more money Pull on up, weed up, bring it back, I aint never had to touch my old money I cant walk around with no money, ? These niggas broke, they aint got no money, I need to rob a stripper for that pole money Me and Sosa ride around with toasters, no stash boxes and no hoochies We smoking dope, and we ?, gotta wet a nigga up like a ocean Im sipping lean, feeling like a fiend, and Im walking around in slow motion No movin, nigga four-o totin Im in ? smoking swisher sweets, and they smoking dope, I call it Chief Keef GBE, SB, SB ball around 3 deep with a hundred heat In the hotel with a hundred freaks, looking like a sold like a hundred keys Only chains on me, only thangs on me, best believe GBE gone bang with me Getting verse money like blow money, I got trunk money and old money Its Sosa baby and Ooch baby, run up on you with the pipe, take your money Broke niggas be so funny, got a red nose with no money Put the pipe to your face for your money, hit the stadium with Slutty Boyz, global money Got bank accounts, thats more money, Fendi belt, four hundred Nikes on my feet, they five hundred, I use hundreds if my nose running For Slutty Boyz, Ill blow something, down to the ground like Im low something Niggas talking drunk, shoot him sober something, cause GBE, we dont tote for nothing ???, counting newer money with my older money Your money, your bro money, your momma money, your ho money Smoking on dank while Im sipping on drank while Im laughing to the bank, its so funny Smoking on dank while Im sipping on drank while Im laughing to the bank, its so funny
That Smoose got me gone you can hear in the air We on top like some stairs I dont give no fuck I be going to hell Cant fuck around with bitches Because they be acting like hoes Theres a lot hoes out here though But Im a let this Hammer blow Like... Bang,Bang, Bang Bang Bang Bang,Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang,Bang My niggas know this here I will fucking you take you out I don’t talk off out of the mouth I just come in with that Glock Niggas know I took that case I was facing 36 I had blood upon my hand and I still aint say shit Niggas talk about that black mask I still got that black mask Ill come out of retirement And Ill have you looking like Batman And shouts out to B-Unit Wasnt old enough for D-Unit And brangdang and bang, bang Bitch Basedworld we the new movement Shouts out to Chief Keef That Nigga is my pedigree I dont speak on it but really homie Niggas getting fed clips for real homie AK got the dick on it Yeah bitch, this Lil B I still rock that pink shirt And murk a nigga up in the streets (You feel me, I fuck with my nigga Chief Keef Remix, Yeah, Remix Chicago Bay Area Thuggin) Glock nine, TEC-9, 30 clip, .45 When I hit him, he aint comin back Smokin loud, this Buddy loud, so I aint comin back And Im Chief Keef, bitch Off a pill, I feel like E.T., bitch When I hit, you spin like a CD, bitch Cant get caught by CPD, bitch My nigga Dooski, he got my back Just bring a nine, we aint got a MAC You better listen, we got a MAC And on your back, we make the Nolia clap We got 50-shot TECs, so dont get wet We gon make some bullets rain on your block Your bitch suckin all on my cock On the block, we the chop shop Smokin stank, all I know is bang Fuck run a train, we gon roll a train Big propane like Novacaine Chief Keef, bitch, Im so insane Its Glory Boyz, Lamron Wic City and Blake Gate Young Money and 46 Flip a nigga like patty cake
Psych Ward Inm with the Psych Ward I be coolin in a Psych Ward I got some niggas in the Psych Ward And they be totin rifles We tote .40s with the .30s, piped up Make them pipes bite yall You gon need insurance, Geico, aye In a Psych, in a Psych In a Psych Ward you see A bunch of crazy muthafuckas Go on Glo Gang territory, youll see A bunch of anti-380 muthafuckas And they gon blast They aint gon let yo ass get past And they gon hop up in them cars and do the dash Like I taught em Bitch, Im Almighty Sosa Bitch, you can call me Almighty Sosa Cuz I get cheese My niggas in the streets droppin Gs The only green that I like is Ben Franklin, broccoli and cheese And Im crazy like they want me to be Psych Ward Inm with the Psych Ward I be coolin in a Psych Ward I got some niggas in the Psych Ward And they be totin rifles We tote 40s with the 30s, piped up Make them pipes bite yall You gon need insurance, Geico, aye Bitch you crazy I make bitches go insane, aye My wrist look crazy And my necklace go insane, aye My earrings crazy Dont make this pistol go insane Tryna to rob Almighty mane Dont ever tell Almighty what Almighty cant Im always gloin, I block the rain And Cinderella is my choppa name She be cleanin shit up like my maid And she very mighty like my name I be coolin in a Psych Ward Aye, I got some niggas in the Psych Ward Bitch, we got pistols, what we fightin for? And tell me, what you bring a knife for? Psych Ward Inm with the Psych Ward I be coolin in a Psych Ward I got some niggas in the Psych Ward And they be totin rifles We tote 40s with the 30s, piped up Make them pipes bite yall You gon need insurance, Geico, aye
Aye, BFTD 2 nigga Chief Sosa back nigga, I hate to even say that Im gone, Glod up nigga Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye Fuck nigga act like he want beef Chopper spin his ass no DVD Want beef, get smacked no TV Come through with the gat so 3-D Straight war shit no peace treaties Click-clack up this chopper let it speak, speak Im overflowing, bitch you just a weak leak Im an overgrown lion, you a weak peach I let the beat drop bitch Up and let the heat pop bitch Pull up you want the beef, stop bitch We a moving truck, the beef shop bitch I hang with a lot of fucking killers And if you disrespect my niggas Respect with the TEC my nigga Thats what you gon get my nigga Dont forget my nigga Chief Sosa the shit my nigga My watch cost a brick my nigga It came with a FN, fuck nigga Gang Fuck nigga act like he want beef Chopper spin his ass no DVD Want beef, get smacked no TV Come through with the gat so 3-D Straight war shit no peace treaties Click-clack up this chopper , let it speak, speak Im overflowing, bitch you just a weak leak Im an overgrown lion, you a weak peach Im an overgrown lion, you a weak peach Im a strong link, yous a weak link Bitch I got the beef links And a full chain, let the heat speak Young snake cross the line, you a tweak T You MC? What it be B? I wont tell, I keep a secret But Imma bust your ass if you tweak B Pistols come through wet your surface, street leak The fire hydrant? no nigga big beef You little niggas sweet tea Rollin with that thing, a nigga call a sweet T Bang, bang, bang, bang nigga Fuck nigga act like he want beef Chopper spin his ass no DVD Want beef, get smacked no TV Come through with the gat so 3-D Straight war shit no peace treaties Click-clack , up this chopper, let it speak, speak Im overflowing, bitch you just a weak leak Im an overgrown lion, you a weak peach Little ass weak peach Yous a weak leak, nigga And the full chain I let the heat speak, nigga Sosa on the beat Sweet T Keep Up
Look how my ice hittin off of my wife beater Hop out on you stuntin in a white creature Sixteen ounces in the two liter M16 in the two seater In Barneys gettin designer by the boat load Dont stress over me baby girl, smoke dope And the only thing Im dodgin is popos And Im in love with the dope smokes I love runnin through the bands You aint Glo, then we givin niggas tans You want the flow, I can give a nigga a hand How these shells fly, Im givin niggas fans Up in Hermes, hand the clerk big bands Big choppa on me cause I got big hands Big racks on me like Im wearin big pants If my car go vroom, then my shit madd I aint Jesus, you wont fuck around with my feast And your beauty queen fuckin around with a beast Automatic on me, fuck around well squeeze 110, 55, do that shit with ease Look how my ice hittin off of my wife beater Hop out on you stuntin in a white creature Sixteen ounces in the two liter M16 in the two seater In Barneys gettin designer by the boat load Dont stress over me baby girl, smoke dope And the only thing Im dodgin is popos And Im in love with the dope smokes Throwin money from the top, its fallin on the floor Im gon send some shots, thats all a nigga know And how many I squeeze, its off how far a nigga go Runnin through these pounds to show how much a nigga smoke I aint even got to say it, you know where a nigga from You can have a .30 on you, we takin niggas guns When I was up in school, I was takin niggas lunch And this ice on me dedicated to a gun They say I do the most I be like on folks Now lets have a fuckin toast Cause I made it through the smoke Look how my ice hittin off of my wife beater Hop out on you stuntin in a white creature Sixteen ounces in the two liter M16 in the two seater In Barneys gettin designer by the boat load Dont stress over me baby girl, smoke dope And the only thing Im dodgin is popos And Im in love with the dope smokes
These niggas aint official Real nigga aint in him Dope all in the spine Probably why I cant feel em Too much to lose Probably why I aint did em Gotta ball out for my dead homies Probably why I aint with em Ridin around in this Fisker 10 hunnid for this Fisher Thousand dollars for these Louies These here are official Ball, ball, ball, foul, give me a whistle Hoppin out with that style, these here a ticket Walkin through the mall, and Im smellin like dope Shoppin in Gucci, they let me pour drink up This convo, aint a ticket? Then I gots to hangup Cause I love that blue cheese, like everybody loves Raymond Come up in strip club, you fuck around get rained up Go up in my hood, you fuck around get banged on Loud pipes when I pull off, you can hear it when I swang em Im in this bitch with a black hoodie, black Guccis, Trayvon I parked in a no park and got me a ticket Told the Lord to excuse me for my sinnin Man, I swear these bitches out here trippin If I was still in school, Id have knots all in my Dickies These niggas aint official Real nigga aint in him Dope all in the spine Probably why I cant feel em Too much to lose Probably why I aint did em Gotta ball out for my dead homies Probably why I aint with em Ridin around in this Fisker 10 hunnid for this Fisher Thousand dollars for these Louies These here are official Ball, ball, ball, foul, give me a whistle Hoppin out with that style, these here a ticket Free Slick, niggas keep talkin that G shit Niggas keep talkin that sweet shit Niggas aint talkin that street shit Bitch, my pockets on deep dish You dont hustle, you dont eat shit Ride past you like I dont see shit I let it seek me, I dont seek it These niggas aint official Real nigga aint in him Dope all in the spine Probably why I cant feel em Too much to lose Probably why I aint did em Gotta ball out for my dead homies Probably why I aint with em Ridin around in this Fisker 10 hunnid for this Fisher Thousand dollars for these Louies These here are official Ball, ball, ball, foul, give me a whistle Hoppin out with that style, these here a ticket Gucci! Louis! BANG
I put big-ass rims on my car Money long, this shit going too far I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car I told them bitches, Bitch, Im freaking you tomorrow Police pulled me over, they thought I was racing I told em, My car aint with the damn pacing Got my guns from Indiana, think they with the Pacers I only like green, she like, Boy, you racist Girl, I got money all in my fucking pocket I dont like talking, you can leave if you aint fucking I aint want to fuck you anyway, bitch, you musty Baby girl, you dusty, but my car do all the dusting Riding in that Beamer, Bieber, bitch, Justin Im screaming obscenities, bitch, Im cussing She acting like a bee for the weed, bitch be buzzing I told her bout my money, she can go and meet my cousin Rest in peace Blood, if he was here, he would be mugging My car super bad, I done named it McLovin I told her, Ima leave my pants on while we fucking I only want to fuck you for ten minutes, then Im nutting, Im nothing I put big-ass rims on my car Money long, this shit going too far I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car I told them bitches, Bitch, Im freaking you tomorrow Police pulled me over, they thought I was racing I told em, My car aint with the damn pacing Got my guns from Indiana, think they with the Pacers I only like green, she like, Boy, you racist Im sipping red, I paid six hundred for the pint Eight hundred dollar Margielas, fuck your Mikes Bitch buggin, told me thousand dollars for the night I say, Im Chief Sosa, I aint never paid in my life Blowing smoke in the police face, bitch, I know my rights I dont give no fuck, you can tell how Im running lights Dont leap if you a frog, fuck nigga, get hit with pipe I dont like the Woods that much, Im rolling big-ass whites Thats big-ass joints, now you know it, fuck nigga, pipe down Im so turnt up, cant even put my pipe down Im so bossed up, think I live up in the White House When you see me, salute me, or its fucking lights out I put big-ass rims on my car Money long, this shit going too far I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car I told them bitches, Bitch, Im freaking you tomorrow Police pulled me over, they thought I was racing I told em, My car aint with the damn pacing Got my guns from Indiana, think they with the Pacers I only like green, she like, Boy, you racist I told that bitch she cant touch my dreads Im smoking Tooka, counting on the deads She say Im tweaking, I aint even take my meds Tatted like amigos, bitch, my skin filled with lead Nigga talking down, fill him up with lead Im flexing so hard, I should buy a watch for my leg Since he sending messages, he get hit in the legs Im friends with UPS and FedEx Im full, I aint even eat my eggs I got an Uzi with a cooling kit and kick I start to pour it out, its pouring out the fifties I put big-ass rims on my car Money long, this shit going too far I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car I told them bitches, Bitch, Im freaking you tomorrow Police pulled me over, they thought I was racing I told em, My car aint with the damn pacing Got my guns from Indiana, think they with the Pacers I only like green, she like, Boy, you racist Bang Yeah
Aye aye Gang gang nigga Aye, G-L-O Y-A-L-T-Y man What thats mean man? Gloyalty man, you know what Im sayin? royalty You know how Im rockin man Chief So, aye Aye aye aye aye aye aye aye I be smoking pisses, you be smoking shit I be spending money, you do not spend shit My jewelry look like piss, baby Im the shit Walk up court like fuck the judge, tell him suck my dick Im a young nigga with cannons like Im Nick Tell that bitch to put me out, Im a fire bitch, Im lit Rollin with the clique dont make em have a fit Click clack bang bang, that is how it went Aye aye aye aye aye aye I be back to get weed that is where I went I aint on M.E.A.D., niggas got me bent Rolling in that thing, corners bitch I bend The freshest thing on the corner, bitch Im it Nigga I dont want a order it dont sent You aint talking making money it dont make no sense Sosa Rover landlorder, where my rent? I cant do nothing but keep growing cause I’m a plant Trying to make some money bitch I got a plan They wanna shoot some guns well bitch then Im they man Already poppin Glocks and I just fuckin landed And I hate losing bitch Im just fucking winning I be smoking pisses, you be smoking shit I be spending money, you do not spend shit My jewelry look like piss, baby Im the shit Walk up court like fuck the judge, tell him suck my dick Im a young nigga with cannons like Im Nick Tell that bitch to put me out, Im a fire bitch, Im lit Rollin with the clique dont make em have a fit Click clack bang bang, that is how it went Aye aye aye aye aye aye aye Walk up in court reekin Reekin like a fucking Puerto Rican My bitch bad, shes a Puerto Rican But I switch hoes like I switch clothes every season Hop up in my car and Im fleeing Hoes buggin me these hoes some flees and I be riding round spending Gs and A big ass mansion by myself I sleep in Youll get word from me thats what I told your honor Dont lock me up Ill give your ass a dollar Air Force 1’s, I dont wear no Prada Im just getting money I aint have no father Ill rob a nigga if I wasnt gettin money I gotta watch out for these crocodile dundees Married to money with children, bitch Im Al Bundy Smoking on this skunky pack, your shit is not funky, dummy Aye aye aye aye aye aye aye I be smoking pisses, you be smoking shit I be spending money, you do not spend shit My jewelry look like piss, baby Im the shit Walk up court like fuck the judge, tell him suck my dick Im a young nigga with cannons like Im Nick Tell that bitch to put me out, Im a fire bitch, Im lit Rollin with the clique dont make em have a fit Click clack bang bang, that is how it went Aye
Oh Oh Oh, Im smoking strong She said she fuck with me the long way Okay Okay O- She top me off it feel like o-o-okay, its okay Its okay, Im off damn thrax Trynna find out where my head at Show no love, lovell get you killed, yeah I said that Hit you with this chopper in your head, thats a headache Where your head at, okay Imma hit that Where your bitch at, okay Imma hit that Nigga its gon be okay, get frito lay Up this choppa like aloha, hit your skin Olay, compre-ende? Smokin on dope and you know Im in my glory If we aint get you now, we get you later, end of story Death of this Tutu, someone please mourn me I was taught to shoot you, cant be avoiding it You cant be ignoring it when these shots hit ya When the gun down, I blow your brains I got tesla Okay, okay, you want my monster way Im smoking, Im smoking, dont like no damn Rosé Oh Oh Oh, Im smoking strong She said she fuck with me the long way Okay Okay O- She top me off it feel like o-o-okay, its okay Its okay, it be that time some way You with the shits then you die homie Im sending hits out for my homies Think Im the shit, okay okay okay Look how I be riding by, high You smoking dirt weed, you die high high I be counting them bands, shell get down for the top like HA I be coming out the trenches with a bigass choppa like GRAH Aye Big Glo, its gon be okay Shoot a nigga ten times in his face My choppa look like Big Glo face His times up, God is it okay If I blow his face and I fail a case anyway And is it okay if I have sex with Eve anyway And is it okay if I blow these lil trees anyways And is it okay if I tell the public anything Oh Oh Oh, Im smoking strong She said she fuck with me the long way Okay Okay O- She top me off it feel like o-o-okay, its okay
Ayy Bang bang, nigga Gang gang Sos, baby Gang, nigga Bang, nigga Gang, nigga Bang, nigga, ayy Gang, nigga I am sleepy, I am sleepy I am sleepy, drankin sleepy But, I aint gon go to sleep, cause I am greedy, ayy Where that money? Gotta get them fft, beepies Dont watch me, nigga, watch TV Are you sleepy? I am sleepy I be up day and night cause I am greedy Pick the check up in my car and Im fleein Dope got me tweakin, Xans got you sleepin Nigga, no sleepin, dope got me reekin This thot Puerto Rican, thats what she speakin Me, I talk money, thats what I be speakin Niggas diss sneakin, ridin round with heaters I dont like speakin, I dont want a feature Bye, bye, Felicia, I can fuck my teacher Niggas talkin tweakin, ayy, Im a fuckin tweaker Im the Grim Reaper, Im so fuckin evil My reefer is a keeper, I smoke it, get tree-treed up Yous a fuckin Tweeter, me and my pistol keep up Im ridin with my heater, Im a Glo Gang front-streeter I am sleepy, I am sleepy I am sleepy, drankin sleepy But, I aint gon go to sleep, cause I am greedy, ayy Where that money? Gotta get them fft, beepies Dont watch me, nigga, watch TV Are you sleepy? I am sleepy I be up day and night cause I am greedy Pick the check up in my car and Im fleein
This that dirty stinkin nasty ratchet rowdy shit Young nigga with a .38 Young nigga with a .38 Seventeen with the .38 I was seventeen with the .38 I was only seven when I had that .38 I was tryna prove something, show em that I didnt play If a nigga do me wrong, make him see the pearly gates Truth is, I aint shoot shit, it was just for fake Truth is, I aint do shit but rob white folk Lure they ass to a place I know Take they money, take they phone, there it goes Sell the shit at my school for the low Stack the money, stack the money, buy shoes Stack the money, stack the money, buy clothes Taking penitentiary risks all for Ed Hardy belts with the rhinestone Hit the Georgetown I got whores now Polo wasnt Ralph Its a horse now Slow down, slow downs what my mama said She couldnt get that shit through my head You cant expect me to give respect When I would fuck bitches on mama bed Young nigga with a .38 Young nigga with a .38 Seventeen with the .38 I was seventeen with the .38 I was seventeen with a .357 Foot heavy, cant speed the limit All black, Ghost Rider, Im creeping in it Gotta be a real nigga, dont be pretending If Im in it then you know it got reefer in it You dont see it nigga? I can re-present it Took a bitch life, and Ill re-invent it Cant leave without peeing in it Pants saggin but this belt aint cheap, ayy-ayy Got a swiper on me, nothin aint free, ayy-ayy Wouldve bought the shit but it aint me, ayy-ayy Yeah, you down, nigga, but it aint steep, ayy-ayy In this Humvee, me and the pack Throwing shells even if you cant catch it We gon test him even if he cant pass it I know you seen it when we came past, ayy-ayy Little woadie run the bus, bust the clit, make it puss Whats in me? It aint trust, it aint gang, it aint fuss Surf the wave now its brush, you aint got a nice function Know Ill run it up like she know Fredo in the cut Enough gears for some years, leave a bitch with a tear Leave a bitch for a year, leave a bitch in a mirror Send it, you got it, I dont see it as an error May storm in the club, interfering with the weather Young nigga with a .38 Young nigga with a .38 Seventeen with the .38 I was seventeen with the .38
Cant even be in my own hometown They said that I wouldnt make it out My aunty miss her baby My grandma, thats who raised me My mommy is my queen, thats an understatement Thats probation, move vacation Let’s toast to more life and more paper She dont love you, then replace her, like, Peace, see you later Chiraq, Chiraq Chiraq, Chiraq, I will come back Dont lie, dont lie Dont die, dont die, I will come back to you They trying boobie trap you, go around Ten toes, Ima stand my ground If I lean baby hold it down Used to steal my granny car to ride around Everybody be like, When you coming home? Tryna get my life straight, I need a comb, ayy Ive been busy out here on my own, ayy Tryna figure out a way to live on We will let you go Chiraq, Chiraq Chiraq, Chiraq, I will come back Dont lie, dont lie Dont lie, dont die, I will come back to you Light gettin at me like an Oakland Raider But Im a player, lady persuader You a alligator, Im a tiger Cant see the vision, hand on the bible Im a disciple, so Im forever ridin, yeah If you against me, youre my rival, yeah Its people waitin on my arrival If you miss a jet, its gon fly right by you My daughter told me, Daddy, I admire you, ayy Waitin on my own, but I keep believin Waitin on my own, but I keep believin Waitin on my own, but I keep believin Love will come back Waitin on my own, but I keep believin Waitin on my own, but I keep believin Waitin on my own, but I keep believin Love will come back Love will come back Love will come back Love will come back to you Chiraq, Chiraq Chiraq, Chiraq, I will come back Dont lie, dont lie Dont lie, dont die, I will come back to you When you come home God will love when you come to life She dont love you, then replace her, like, Peace, see you later Stay mad
Ayy, ayy, ayy Gang, gang Bang bang, fff beep Skrt skrt, skrt skrt, skrt Gang gang nigga Bang bang nigga Fff beep Beep, beep, fff beep Sosa why you walking like that Cause the check nigga Why your bitch walking like that Cause of sex nigga Told your bitch Id call her right back Cause I text nigga Boy you aint no wolverine These rugers Luther Lex nigga Put these TECs to your chest nigga flex nigga Pull up in that M thing whats up with that nigga Im a young nigga fucking facts nigga Gangbanging wildin throwing sets nigga Ayy, ayy, throwin sets I cant lose bitch Im so used to winning All I do is keep it real while you pretending The same car I drive for free, one that you just rented Pull up in that ADHD Down syndrome my toolie spitting He truly blessed, Im truly with it Me and the gang in my shows, no security with me Aye , I fucked your bitch, ooh she did me Aye , we came through shooting, ooh he didnt I swear I go so loony with it Jewelry a hundred and the toolies fifty Hundred hoes keep calling my phone, stupid bitches I fly with fishes and swim I with pigeons Gang gang gang gang gang Sosa why you walking like that Cause the check nigga Why your bitch walking like that Cause of sex nigga Told your bitch Id call her right back Cause I text nigga Boy you aint no wolverine These rugers Luther Lex nigga Put these TECs to your chest nigga flex nigga Pull up in that M thing whats up with that nigga Im a young nigga fucking facts nigga Gangbanging wildin throwing sets nigga Ayy, throwin sets, ayy Wildin in the club with my guys A nigga act hot, he get fried He say he beef with Sosa, hes a lie The only thing I beef with is no pie I counting money you aint got no life You aint got no green, you aint got no rice At my old hoe wedding, throwing money like its rice Got a Glock 40 on me, dont get light this pipe Got a two million dollar meeting right now Im two hours late I was supposed to be there at five I get that money and I be quiet, yeah Im quiet In the mall buying shit when I walk out I hear sirens Woo, woo woo, woo woo Sosa why you walking like that Cause the check nigga Why your bitch walking like that Cause of sex nigga Told your bitch Id call her right back Cause I text nigga Boy you aint no wolverine These rugers Luther Lex nigga Put these TECs to your chest nigga flex nigga Pull up in that M thing whats up with that nigga Im a young nigga fucking facts nigga Gangbanging wildin throwing sets nigga Throwin sets, gang gang, ayy Pull up in that M thing whats up with that Ayy, gang
Aye Soulja, Sosa Yea, S.O.D., G.B.E Sosa and Soulja Bitch, its Sosa and Soulja Sosa and Soulja, yea God damn, all these hoes on my dick Chief Keef, yo bitch wanna do my dick Im with my niggas, we all rollin Spaz out, flex, cant control it Bitch, I put that on my momma Im killing niggas on my daughter And that bag, I be holding And I spend it all on clothes, man Louie, Gucci all designer Smoking on this loud, man Me and Soulja thumbing through that check G.B.E. disturb tha peace, we going ludicrous Im riding around my young niggas, we rollin Couple Xs, fifs, loud, lean and we rollin 300 bitch like foreign cars, we rollin S.O.D. G.B.E., we rollin Yo bitch wont do the team, bet she going She gone suck me, then gone suck foe nem Busting bitch my young niggas, we rollin O.T.F. we dont honor niggas, we rollin Im with the gang, you know that we rollin Im ridin in that rari like its stolen Yo bitch on my dick, my ice frozen We be getting money, we be rollin We be rollin, we be-we be rollin Me and Sosa we be swervin Glo gang, we be swervin Rich gang, Glo gang now its goin And you know that Im busting Keep that 30 on me and Im busting We be getting money, thats nothing You be fronting and you be bluffing
Skrt, skrt skrt Skrt skrt, skrt skrt skrt Skrt skrt Skrt skrt Skrt skrt She dont accept me, but she speak to my watch, ayy She wont regret me, when she let me fuck, ayy She wont look at me, but she see I go hard I had to put my Beamer in park I pull up on the house and she want it hard She hop up on me and then she ride it hard Then I go outside and keep grindin hard It aint my boys, then I dont give no fuck It is, then I will give a fuck Money aint that much, Ill give it up Pull up, give 500 to a cluck Life aint that much, Ill live it up Ill just get a blunt, Ill fill it up Hop up in my Beamer, Ill fill it up Everybody eatin, Ill bill it up Baby Ill keep my mouth closed, Ill seal it up I wont lie to you, Im real as fuck She dont accept me, but she speak to my watch, ayy She wont regret me, when she let me fuck, ayy She wont look at me, but she see I go hard I had to put my Beamer in park I pull up on the house and she want it hard She hop up on me and then she ride it hard Then I go outside and keep grindin hard Im all about my fetty, Sosa Piñata And fuck if she let me, then I been by her I spend by her, I went by her I fucked on her, and I flexed on her I love Beamers and Bentleys, member dreamin of them Now I can hop in any, and be speedin in them She mad cuz my boys always with me, and Im bleedin with them She dont accept me, but she speak to my watch, ayy She wont regret me, when she let me fuck, ayy She wont look at me, but she see I go hard I had to put my Beamer in park I pull up on the house and she want it hard She hop up on me and then she ride it hard Then I go outside and keep grindin hard
Hold on, hold on, hold on Toni Fuckin with me, thats a bad move Use .762 for shampoo Cartier frame that bamboo Still doin shit that you cant do No GMOs, no canned foods Like a pretty girl with tattoos Walk in the club make a typhoon Put him on a plate, lookin like food Ima disrespect my rival Ima disrespect my rival Niggas dont call me killer for nothing Better respect that title Nigga better check they vital Hit him with a hand held rifle Right now Im on that dad shit Cause Im at my daughter recital I-I cant see my idol, dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter, dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter, dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter, dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter Hi, my name Almighty Told me to buy her body Bitch better ask God Almighty Nigga get checked, no Nike My neck and my wrist on party My neck and my wrist so icy But Chicago, the police is ikey Nigga aint straight, he ikey My wrist is swole, she like me I smell so fishy, no pisces We aint playin fair, no taxi The shots, they kung fu fightin Bitch, you a rats, you micin Beat a nigga ass like Mikey Tell DeJ Loaf, Come try me Real dope came with a lighter Married to the money, throw the rice up Pockets full of dead presidents I told her, Go wake up Michael Lil bitty boy get a tricycle Me and gang probably took your bicycle Walkin round L.A. like an icicle Youll hear the engine when we ridin through I-I cant see my idol, dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter, dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter, dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter, dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter, dope came with a lighter Brought some weed, came with some grabba Big house came with a Bible Lambo came with a Tahoe , double sided broad, a diablo We got cheese, lettuce, and shells , nigga better duck his taco I just spend 150 like Messi , tote that fifty like Mali Know I can make it hot though, I was on the phone with Kyro That lil bitch, she a thot though , that lil bitch, she a block ho Every time she call my phone, yeah, she on block, bro Talk to the plug, he named Paco The parking lot swoll man, I swear thats a lotto Ice chip dip, no nachos Lookin like a nigga won the lotto Your bitch came home doin the eye roll She only came home cause vamos Stand on my money, Im taller than 2 Chainz Three hundred thousand, I spent that on two rings I fucked your bitch in an old body Mulsanne I-I cant see my idol, dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter, dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter, dope came with a lighter Dope came with a lighter, dope came with a lighter
For Blood I pour out a fifth, keep on pourin the shit In the club standin on the couches, enjoyin the shit She want all of this dick, I give her majority of the dick Baby I gotta get all this money, need all of the shit But theres more to this shit, girl its more to this shit Girl, its more to this shit Girl, its more to this shit, baby Its more to this shit Its more to this shit Its more to this shit All I see green, green, nothin in between No brown, no white, all I see green All I see green, no broccoli, I eat beans And I smoke trees, so high like I eat leaves Ayy, I roll off with that guap like beep beep You dont gotta like me, but yo bitch like Chief Keef She say she love me, then I leave with my cleats I know I was drivin but I was runnin up the streets I walked up in the club, they dont need to see my ID I aint got no patience, dont need to see my IV I picked up some paper tryna see where thats gon lead I walked up out the office with a check on one, two, three, three For Blood I pour out a fifth, keep on pourin the shit In the club standin on the couches, enjoyin the shit She want all of this dick, I give her majority of the dick Baby I gotta get all this money, need all of the shit But theres more to this shit, girl its more to this shit Girl, its more to this shit Girl, its more to this shit, baby Its more to this shit Its more to this shit Its more to this shit I see blue, blue, no I dont see you All I see is blue, is that Blues Clues? If you cross the red, red, shots up in yo head Ya dead, ya dead, just like my dead presidents I pulled them Ben Franklins up out my pocket I know Im so icy, I got my rocket I gave my tech to yall, you know I T-Macd it I took it back a while, this T-Mac spit magic Hop out that clean, with green, shiny like Oil Sheen Spraying shit like mousse, Rudolph where you goin? Im the king, Im Mufasa with some wings I want some Wokcanos, I dont want chicken wings For Blood I pour out a fifth, keep on pourin the shit In the club standin on the couches, enjoyin the shit She want all of this dick, I give her majority of the dick Baby I gotta get all this money, need all of the shit But theres more to this shit, girl its more to this shit Girl, its more to this shit Girl, its more to this shit, baby Its more to this shit Its more to this shit Its more to this shit
Tadoe off the molly Gotta itchy finger on the banger So fuck nigga please dont try it fore you be all in violence Tadoe off the molly Say Tadoe off the molly Gotta itchy finger on the banger So fuck nigga please dont try it Fore you be all in violence Watch the guns go bang bang Bullets flying out through the crowd We just young niggas wildin Watch me thumb through a 100 thousand Throw stacks on the counter, bang bang Pull off in the Rarri, bang bang Ill pop ya no problem, bang bang Cause the squad love to bang bang All these bitches I done bang bang Dope got me coughing, bang bang Its team no talkin bang bang Watch how my wrist blang blang Try to take this bang bang
GGP Ayy, ayy, ayy Bad bitch, ayy, want my number, ayy Ima fuck her, ayy, if I wanna, ayy I dont wanna, I dont love her I love the way she suck me up, but I dont trust her I dont love her, I dont love her I dont love her, I dont love her I dont love her, I dont love her I dont love her, I dont love her I smoke loud, smoke that thunder You smoke that uh-uh, I dont want none Shes a runner, I dont want her Boy, you love her, you put your trust in her I be flexin, she be textin She wanna pull up, ayy, so we could be sexin I aint with it, she can forget it, ayy She can give me top, I only got a minute Im a eagle, ayy, nigga, fuck your pigeons, ayy Im like Weezy, nigga, fuck your feelings, ayy She call my phone, ring ring, Im like, What is it? She like, Im in town and I wanna give you a visit Bad bitch, ayy, want my number, ayy Ima fuck her, ayy, if I wanna, ayy I dont wanna, I dont love her I love the way she suck me up, but I dont trust her I dont love her, I dont love her I dont love her, I dont love her I dont love her, I dont love her I dont love her, I dont love her
Ayy Turn the lights off real quick So you could see the shit still blingin Caught a fox, cut his tail off Seen a rat, stomped his head off Blue Summer, turn into a red Fall Make a nigga run fast, call em Sonic Hedgehog We let off some shots, they gon all be dead I told my daughter stop breakin off her Barbie heads I know they mad Im livin, because they want me dead Girly ass nigga, break you like a Barbie leg Pussy ass boy , get that bitch a Barbie pen You dont want gang up in yo shit? Dont have a party then If it went down quick, bitch, its probably sent Air the whole spot out, we make the party trend I just purchased two of the same guns, they probably twins She sayin I aint shit, then she sayin that Im probably is I just met a bitch named Pam and fucked her just like Tommy did Yeah I know my daddy, but that nigga never bought me shit A bitch just did her makeup, she lookin just like Harley Quinn Well chop yo body up and put it in a garbage can Went through my contacts, and what I seen? Hardly friends The teacher told me, You aint wanna come to school Why the fuck you tardy then? Went to school for shit, cause them bitches didnt taught me shit Grandpa took me fishin one time, and I aint caught me shit When I aint have it, I asked for a pack and bitch ass niggas wouldnt throw me shit Now I can return your whole pack, yeah, bitch, Im on my Kobe shit Lil nigga, that aint how you ball, I can see you on yo Lonzo shit Im in the woods smokin big Woods, I can see you on yo Fronto shit Lil nigga, Ill take that shit from you before I ask you to front yo shit Pulled up flexin like the man She say she see me on my Macho shit
Ayt Bang bang, gang gang Bang bang, gang gang Bang nigga Gang nigga Shit brazy, shit crazy My wrist crazy, my bitch crazy My bitch brazy, my wrist brazy My neck brazy, My gear brazy Brazy, brazy, brazy Brazy, brazy, brazy Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy Crazy, crazy, crazy Shit brazy, please dont try to play me Cookin up dope and servin fiends like the 80s Going crazy , strapped up like the Navy I dare a fuck nigga in this room try to play me Shit brazy , shit crazy I lost a lot of niggas, thank God I still made it Got niggas hatin, got niggas faking My bitch crazy, just had a baby Ima get the guap for her then shit that I might take it And I aint waiting cause Im impatient That he-say, she-say shit dont mean nothing It dont phase me STR8, Eway late night doing about a buck 80 Shit brazy, shit crazy My wrist crazy, my bitch crazy My bitch brazy, my wrist brazy My neck brazy, My gear brazy Brazy, brazy, brazy Brazy, brazy, brazy Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy Crazy, crazy, crazy Say she want top Im like... Wha? Bitch, fuck I look like? Bitch, say she want some guap, Im like... Wha?, ayy Bitch, you better take a hike Baby, I be making plays daytime and night Bitch this is a motherfuckin, ayy Mans world, yeah, youre right Remember when I was young now I live in a fuckin I be gettin money , I be getting hunnids And I get it all in a fuckin I be fuckin thotties, I be rockin parties Iont ride shottie, I drive in the... Told that bitch hold up , wait let me pour up Im tryna come slower, this is a.. Told that bitch Glo up Ima Rock n Roller Sosa Bon Jovi Hard Soldier Shit brazy, shit crazy My wrist crazy, my bitch crazy My bitch brazy, my wrist brazy My neck brazy, My gear brazy Brazy, brazy, brazy Brazy, brazy, brazy Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy Crazy, crazy, crazy Shit brazy, shit crazy My wrist crazy, my bitch crazy My bitch brazy, my wrist brazy My neck brazy, My gear brazy Brazy, brazy, brazy Brazy, brazy, brazy Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy Crazy, crazy, crazy
This bitch said all I do is flirt Fuck hoes and all I do is dirt Man, all these niggas do is purr Im skrt-skrting, finna do a curb Sit back, all you gotta do is learn I stay trapping, all I do is earn Your bitch went on you, ‘cause you a therm But you can have her back, cause she has germs I got big rings, I got big bank I got chips, Lays, finna hit Chase Eating filet mignon, aye Living like a playa, priest to a maid Its all about the free, she gon let me skeet She said you rollin, we put you on E I gotta bitch that look like Kelly Bundy Back then she woulda said that I was ugly This bitch said all I do is flirt Fuck hoes and all I do is dirt Man, all these niggas do is purr Im skrt-skrting, finna do a curb Sit back, all you gotta do is learn I stay trapping, all I do is earn Your bitch went on you, ‘cause you a therm But you can have her back, cause she has germs Hi baby doll, come meet ice You are all doomed to delight Give me some Sprite and some ice Walked in the bank like, hi honey, Im home, Think Im Randy Moss, Im going wide She think Im Krayzie Bone, but she gon let me bone You saying this and that, but you high Im in LA but Im on my fucking way to Rome Turn a .4-0 to two tone, you know I gotta shit on em Gotta get my poop on, I was tired of riding trucks Had to get my coupe on, I started with one verse Had to get my two on This bitch said all I do is flirt Fuck hoes and all I do is dirt Man, all these niggas do is purp Im skrt-skrting, finna do a curb Sit back, all you gotta do is learn I stay trapping, all I do is earn Your bitch went on you, ‘cause you a therm But you can have her back, cause she has germs
In this motherfucker We finna go to the club, you hear me? Straight up Ooh, we got London on the track Future! Rich Kidz Im on that ratchet shit Nigga, Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit, my nigga Im on that ratchet shit No, I aint matchin top to bottom Got on four different designers Got on four different designers Got on four different designers Im on that ratchet shit, my nigga, Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit, my nigga, Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit, my nigga, Im on that ratchet shit Ayy, I aint matchin top to bottom, rockin four different designers Ayy, I aint matchin top to bottom, rockin four different designers Ayy, I aint matchin top to bottom, rockin four different designers Ratchet bitches, we love em, hustling bitches, we cuff em Pretty bitches, we fuck em like cigarillos, we bust em With gas oh yeah, we stuff em, this life Im livin is nothin Designer, my kicks and garments, lookin like walking money Gotta partna named Ratchet, he about that ratchet action Got a Partner named Dread, no UPS, but keep that package Balenciagas to step, or Js, or some Giuseppes Real flav dont need no help, Ferragamo my belt And okay huh, dont huh, play, Im a weirdo Rock four different designer, still match, though Aint talking bout my whip I switch gears tho Keep that forty in my cupholder, no beer Im on that ratchet shit Nigga, Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit, my nigga Im on that ratchet shit No, I aint matchin top to bottom Got on four different designers Got on four different designers Got on four different designers Im on that ratchet shit, my nigga, Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit, my nigga, Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit, my nigga, Im on that ratchet shit Ayy, I aint matchin top to bottom, rockin four different designers Ayy, I aint matchin top to bottom, rockin four different designers Ayy, I aint matchin top to bottom, rockin four different designers Ratchet shit nigga, I got dem racks and shit And she gon pop dat pussy and do a backward flip My belts costs racks and shit, my pants dont match my kicks This money I run through, it do gymnastics shit Im flexin bitch, runnin through checks and shit Im fuckin all these stars, Im on my record shit Im on my ratchet shit, where Im from, we ratchet bitch We keep dem ratchets bitch, boy dont get clapped and shit Fuck like a porn star, now ridin foreign cars And she gon wanna fuck, just cause of my Audemar Fuck like a porn star, now ridin foreign cars And she gon wanna fuck, just cause of my Audemar Im on that ratchet shit Nigga, Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit, my nigga Im on that ratchet shit No, I aint matchin top to bottom Got on four different designers Got on four different designers Got on four different designers Im on that ratchet shit, my nigga, Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit, my nigga, Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit, my nigga, Im on that ratchet shit Ayy, I aint matchin top to bottom, rockin four different designers Ayy, I aint matchin top to bottom, rockin four different designers Ayy, I aint matchin top to bottom, rockin four different designers Im on dat ratchet shit, check my fashion bitch This shit aint average, immaculate Giuseppe steepin, wreckin when I step in shit Most definitely, you know these hoes likin what they seein Niggas bite it when they see it Check my Sprite its Easter Pink Whoa, they lookin at me twice when they see me Put my pay check with my stripes, I rock the Nike with Adidas GBE, my people and Freebandz them my folk 912 to the 6-0s, Im rockin with the locs At ya shit, always stayin ratchet, bitch Smokin out the pack vacuum seals in the back and shit We do it extravagent, sumthing you never heard of Saggy game murder, Shoe game murder!! Im on that ratchet shit Nigga, Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit, my nigga Im on that ratchet shit No, I aint matchin top to bottom Got on four different designers Got on four different designers Got on four different designers Im on that ratchet shit, my nigga, Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit, my nigga, Im on that ratchet shit Im on that ratchet shit, my nigga, Im on that ratchet shit Ayy, I aint matchin top to bottom, rockin four different designers Ayy, I aint matchin top to bottom, rockin four different designers Ayy, I aint matchin top to bottom, rockin four different designers
Aye Chief Sosa, how you do it? Smoke that dope like that, you a fool Im in that all, that bitch is tall Me and my closet, look like the mall Two-hundred miles Go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go The early bird get the first worm, go Cops cant come in here without no search warrant, no Sosa do you love any these bitches? No In that all white Wraith, bitch, Im playin in the snow I got that jocker now, we can just spark it out You want to talk it out, what is you talkin bout? I up the pistol, theres nothin to talk about I was just juggin, and thuggin, and ballin out I was just hoppin out, bitches was fallin out Im in that big all white body Im wildin out I was just hoppin out, bitches was fallin out Im in that big all white body Im wildin out Aye Chief Sosa, how you do it? Smoke that dope like that, you a fool Im in that all, that bitch is tall Me and my closet, look like the mall Two-hundred miles Go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go Its 8 in the mornin and Im snorin, yawnin Now Im up in the foreign, doin somethin important Smokin the dope and countin the profit And makin the serves and billin these corners Feds pull me over, they say I look loaded Im saying, No sir, its just marijuana I know you hear me, Im kickin persona I got a four nickel up in the bomber Whats my portfolio? My name is Julio Im goin coolio up in the Louis coat Big ass clip on me and it shoot a movie though You do not want to be up in that movie though Your hoe just pulled up and gave me that coochie though Gave me the top and gave me the booty though You not a gangster, you really a goofy though You not a gangster, you really a goofy though Aye Chief Sosa, how you do it? Smoke that dope like that, you a fool Im in that all, that bitch is tall Me and my closet, look like the mall Two-hundred miles Go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go Im so high, Im screamin out dopey Im about to win me a trophy Bitches is tryin to blow me Look at my ice, its snowy Look in my eyes, its Kobe Look at the coupe, its floatin Bitch sendin me emojis Hit her with the stogie Fah fah bitch its lit Litter than a bitch Step in my arsenal Ive been doin extended shit She got one night and a man She shoes tryin to stand this shit I told her that that aint happenin We might as well end this shit Im throwin bands in the club, and Im so high You need to put some season on your beef nigga, cause that shits so dry Aye Chief Sosa, how you do it? Smoke that dope like that, you a fool Im in that all, that bitch is tall Me and my closet, look like the mall Two-hundred miles Go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go
I remember posted on the block You was sellin weed, I was sellin rocks I was runnin houses, I was stealin cars You was totin taurus, I was totin Glocks Foe was toting Rettas, we was holdin shots We was posted on the block until it got dark We aint give no fuck about no one Who wouldve thought I would be a star tomorrow This shit is gnarly 10 iPhones, iCarly Bitch named Carly steady callin me Gettin money be my prodigy Ridin in this M like its a Harley Do you love these hoes? Hardly Didnt showed up to class, I was tardy I was posted on the blocky I was totin on a glocky Ready for a oppy So I could poppy Leave his ass on the concrete I remember posted on the block You was sellin weed, I was sellin rocks I was runnin houses, I was stealin cars You was totin taurus, I was totin Glocks Foe was toting Rettas, we was holdin shots We was posted on the block until it got dark We aint give no fuck about no one Who wouldve thought I would be a star tomorrow Who wouldve though that I would be a star? Ridin in em cars Fuckin on a thot Living large Member posted on Lamron Pull up on OBlock Then walk up on the front Bitch gang, no squad I member going to school on 051 Them fuck niggas opps Pull up on em sendin shots Then walk up on St. Lawrence I remember posted on the block You was sellin weed, I was sellin rocks I was runnin houses, I was stealin cars You was totin taurus, I was totin Glocks Foe was toting Rettas, we was holdin shots We was posted on the block until it got dark We aint give no fuck about no one Who wouldve thought I would be a star tomorrow
That business, Im wit it, Im wit it, Im wit it Talkin shit, you can get it Talkin all this shit and we gon fuck around and split it Nigga, Im wit it, you thought I wasnt wit it? Im wit it Im wit that shit, dont forget it Make you mess up your sentence Im wit it, Im wit it, Im wit it Im wit it, Im wit it Bitches on bitches, got bitches on bitches, I dont need em I get it, I get it, but I get it, I get it I get it Im wit it, Im wit it Im wit it, Im wit it Whatcha got in your pockets boy? I spent that on some paintball guns Crash the party, in this bitch its crackin just like the limos was You aint gotta find me, bitch I aint lost, do I look like Nemo, cus? Ditty Boppin with the Glock, you run around dancin, do I look like Kemo, blood? I be ridin in traffic, gettin to that cabbage I dont want romantic, I dont wanna smash it I aint got no pops, Im a bastard Member on the block, I was young living savage I dont want no friends, I cant trust these nigga Yall niggas soo funny, I dont wanna be laughin She said she like my chain, she grab it If a nigga wanna smoke then we ready I be coolin at my home, I be gettin that dome I aint no want no dilemmas bitch, I aint no Nelly Gimme a second, lemme play this R Kelly Then you bump and grind your face on my muthafuckin belly Got hella Monclers, bitch I come from pelly Bitch, I come from the projects, come from the belly of the beast That gun talk shit dont scare me Sosa can you see? I be like, barely! That business, Im wit it, Im wit it, Im wit it Talkin shit, you can get it Talkin all this shit and we gon fuck around and split it Nigga, Im wit it, you thought I wasnt wit it? Im wit it Im wit that shit, dont forget it Make you mess up your sentence Im wit it, Im wit it, Im wit it Im wit it, Im wit it Bitches on bitches, got bitches on bitches, I dont need em I get it, I get it, but I get it, I get it I get it Im wit it, Im wit it Im wit it, Im wit it At my concerts, hoes be goin wild, goin in, goin out Pounds of the skunk, Imma pour it out 16 ounces of the Tech pourin out In the sprite, Imma six four it out Coolin in Cali they be six fourin out Racks in my pocket, I done tour it out Inhale smoke then I blow it out Say she wanna play ball, we can blow it out Say you wanna fight? KO it out Say she wanna get it, we can go no for no Word for word or play no it out Pulled in, get that guap, then Im pullin out Hoes think I wanna know where her puttin out I dont wanna know shit, bitch better lookin out For the cops and the ops, that be lookin out Im in the inside and Im lookin out You on the outside and you lookin in I aint gotta be a crook again Im rich as fuck, I aint gotta cook again Posted on the block, puttin in Now rich as fuck and I aint puttin in work Gettin clean money, member when I was gettin it dirty That business, Im wit it, Im wit it, Im wit it Talkin shit, you can get it Talkin all this shit and we gon fuck around and split it Nigga, Im wit it, you thought I wasnt wit it? Im wit it Im wit that shit, dont forget it Make you mess up your sentence Im wit it, Im wit it, Im wit it Im wit it, Im wit it Bitches on bitches, got bitches on bitches, I dont need em I get it, I get it, but I get it, I get it I get it Im wit it, Im wit it Im wit it, Im wit it
Im still ridin with my Glock Im still ridin with my block Im still plottin on the top Bitches still plottin on my guap Niggas still plottin on my spot My niggas still in the field where its hot Still smokin when the judge told me not And I still got these streets on lock Still ridin with my pole, still dont trust a soul Still ridin with my Rolls, still dont trust these hoes Still love me some bankrolls, I dont love these hoes Still gotta hit the bank right before he close Still steppin steel to steel, cops come, then I go Still flexin when a bitch ask me somethin, like did I know? Still ridin through the opps on L like GI Joe Still sendin shots at cops, thats in my B-I-O Lil niggas in the field with the steel Im a lil nigga but I am full of steel Yous a lil nigga, you cant chill, you gon squeal Niggas still rollin for Chief Sosa, 18 wheels 2Pac gone but its fuck the world still I aint got no condom on, Ima fuck the world still Pull up on your thot, she gon, Ima call that girl still Then she gave me top and I aint call that girl still But Im still Im still ridin with my Glock Im still ridin with my block Im still plottin on the top Bitches still plottin on my guap Niggas still plottin on my spot My niggas still in the field where its hot Still smokin when the judge told me not And I still got these streets on lock Stealin still with a steel, got a 30 in my steel Nigga steerin the wheel Mayweather, Holyfield with the steel Come through and knock a nigga off his mothafuckin hill Like Jack and Jill Im still at the top Knockin niggas off the mothafuckin hill I done got me a big ass stomach Like Hank Im the king of the mothafuckin hill Still, still, still, still, steal me steal with the peel Peel with the steel, go through a nigga block, get a kill and a kill On the road, makin deals, and my lil nigga still Pullin up, doin drills And my old bitch say she still, still, fuck with me still Say she in love with me still She say she would still put trust in me still She say she would still fuck with me still These niggas still aint comparin to lil Yall still some lil niggas Still with my woah-we-wish-you-would, nigga Still Black Disciple, nigga Im still where I was Im still ridin with my Glock Im still ridin with my block Im still plottin on the top Bitches still plottin on my guap Niggas still plottin on my spot My niggas still in the field where its hot Still smokin when the judge told me not And I still got these streets on lock
Ayy man, yall know what the fuck goin on, man Sniper gang shit, man big Zs, 26136, man Savage squad, Glo Ganged up You dig, you dig?... Staying sober tryna drop albums But I get high off of gunpowder All this money keep a nigga calmer But it aint nothin to hit your whole block up But I aint tryna go back to the bottom About the jewelry, Ima die about em Im glowed up, put that on my Z Im poured up, Im on promethazine Im poured up, Im on codeine That bitch want me, she gotta do my team We ride with 30s with them green beams Kidnap a rapper ass, label gotta pay the fee Im super savage, niggas know not to play with me Kick that bitch out, nah, she cant lay with me Niggas switchin teams, what? Like they K.D But Im really in the field like Im A.B. Touchdown, hundred pounds up in AZ Its goin down, you out of bounds if you want beef Shoot a nigga down, hundred round in my heat I fuck my bitch and pop some Xannys just to go to sleep Staying sober, tryna drop albums But I get high off of gunpowder All this money keep a nigga calmer But it aint nothin to hit your whole block up But I aint tryna go back to the bottom About the jewelry, Ima die about em Im glowed up, put that on my Z Im poured up, Im on promethazine The only stretch Im doin from a nap Turn a fuckin crap to some craps Bitch give me face, if you gon do it, do it SAP You say you want codeine, grab a cup and get a tap Blunt of that lato, ice kickin ass, catch a combo Zoom past faster than a bullet out a gun hole I ride, patrol out to get me, gotta dodge em like a pothole Told her that Im on my way to crack her like a taco My flag with no stand, how Im mothafuckin tiltin Livin in the Hills, when you park, turn your wheel in Do a bitch bad, someone take me to detention All this fuckin loud, someone take me to the incense Staying sober, tryna drop albums But I get high off of gunpowder All this money keep a nigga calmer But it aint nothin to hit your whole block up But I aint tryna go back to the bottom About the jewelry, Ima die about em Im glowed up, put that on my Z Im poured up, Im on promethazine Sniper Gang, man, GBE, you know how we rockin, man Whole lot of gang shit, ya dig? Ya dig? Ya dig?
Yeah, yeah Bang bang, bang, bang Sosa baby Bang, bang Ima Glory B-O-A, I get chips like Frito Lay Told yall bout cracking cards, just step up your B-O-A 10 thousand dollars, that’s some money, cut it o-u-t, no way Huh, huh, huh, huh Ima Glory B-O-A, I get chips like Frito Lay Told yall bout cracking cards, just step up your B-O-A 10 thousand dollars, that’s some money, cut it o-u-t no way I get a lot of cheese everyday Doritos day Ima Glory B-O-A, I get chips like Frito Lay Told yall bout cracking cards, just step up your B-O-A 10 thousand dollars, that’s some money cut it o-u-t, no way I get a lot of cheese everyday Doritos day Got the city on fire, got a lot of hoes on me I done been around the world, I met all type of hoes I swear I love all my bitches but they wont get my soul Cause I cant trust a bitch, so I just slut all my hoes Like bitch dont call my phone leave me lone, leave me lone That bitch love me because Im a pot of gold, pot of gold And how these bitch’s stuck on Sosa lord, Sosa lord Im a boss, bitch I rep three double O, dont you know I cant trust that she might wanna fuck my mans, yeah my mans I got hella racks and I got hella bands hella bands bands Ima Glory B-O-A, I get chips like Frito Lay Told yall bout cracking cards, just step up your B-O-A 10 thousand dollars, that’s some money, cut it o-u-t no way I get a lot of cheese everyday Doritos day Ima Glory B-O-A, I get chips like Frito Lay Told yall bout cracking cards, just step up your B-O-A 10 thousand dollars, that’s some money cut it o-u-t, no way I get a lot of cheese everyday Doritos day
Bitch, Im Lil Jay Yeah Im known to spray I dont make mistakes Shoot for the face Bullets penetrate, thats a DOA CPDK screaming fuck the jakes Lawyer for the case, I give him cake He do what I say, he make sure im straight You cant relate, I get so much cake Crack in each state Free the guys, let them out that pen Just bonded out, 25k I finesse niggas everyday I finesse a nigga right up in yo face I just bust a jug on a QP I just hit a stain on a PT My shootas hit a stain on a crate of heats Bitch Im ST.L, so fuck Front Street Everywhere I go that Glock on me And you know that bitch hold 33 No Scottie Pippen do you like ODee But he hell no I cant go out like ODee Im glizzyed up so aint no robbin me Stop it with the fuckery before I come to the scene And you know I got good aim, so I dont need a beam WTO, we the gang We killas, some no names Smoking on some propane Sippin on some drank Just beat on the case For a slight 4k Bout 2:30am bitch ima swipe away And I just dropped an opp just the other day I be getting money, you be wasting time Getting opp top from a opp thot, I do that all the time Riding in the Benzi Im in traffic flying I got dimes, yeah my bitches fine That you cant fuck if I die Nigga Im a menace I got more racks than tennis Put the metal in ya mouth Like he went to the dentist Leave when Im finished Drivers licenses suspended Fuck it man I gotta get it Being broke I aint with it
I got nothing but killas up in my squad We shoot the gun first, then we talk to god Early morning move the soft, later move the hard This the life of stang city on the boulevard On the boulevard, we be going hard Early with the soft, later with the hard Shoot the gun first, later talk to god I gots to get it, gots to get it so I go hard You can call me James Bond cus Im on a mission Hit my trap, big garbage bags full of taped chickens I got my hands full of water like Im doing dishes I give you niggas so much cake, its like Im giving wishes You say you dont care bout the town, but why you act suspicious? You say you out here on your grind, well nigga hit me I gots to get it, gots to get it serve it strapped with digits One thing about me, I wont let no bullshit slip me I aint slipping, Im just plotting what Im bout to do though I make one Call, Ill have bout 8 niggas bunched in the 2 door Strapped with loaded Oozos Send this bitch off to Pluto The way my boulevard kick, you can call it ju-do Say you can call it ju-do Yea you can call it ju-do But quiet down, heard they listening, better keep it D-lo Word around, Im the one, like my nigga Dee-bo Probably cus how I whip the sea or how I make the D go I go hard Bitch so hard Stain Gang bitch, rob you for your coka My bitch mocha Ima choke her Not with my hands dog With my stroker We some totas Bitch Im Sosa Thats king Beece Bitch thats bro god Dont fuck with toasters Well explode yall 3Hunna bitch, you niggas hoeing Im riding round my side of town Racks on me that and tool bitch Pop a pill then lose it Like Soulja Boy, shoot you bitch Kush in my face God forgive me got robbers with me Thats killing niggas and robbing with me Off a lot of loud and a lot of Remy Im from O Block 064 Block GBE Block We gon blow block Got a felony And Im a young nigga Better run nigga We shoot guns nigga
Sosa baby GBE baby Bang, bang, bang bang Bang Ftftftftft Beep, beep, beep, beep Yeah Lets get it Boy you can keep that, you aint smokin on no dope You aint tryna spend shit, you aint holding on no rolls In Hawaii with the gang, and Im hollerin out on folks Walked up in LV, you know I gotta pull out them Os Comma zero, zero, Comma zero, zero or more Beat the case, no P.O or no piss test, no In a foreign drivin real fast, they thinkin that Im on coke You can set the difficulties, either way I am in my mode No bitch get set wet, choppers stutter like rat-tat Actin like you knee deep, you go fuck around and get your fuckin neck wet Still spendin cheese, no major come back for set back Smack a nigga with a box of dots, tell a fuck nigga to connect that I dont get my hand dirty, but bitch Im in it like a wet back Went and bought 4 PTs, threw the cash on the floor, check that All this cash that Im throwin in the club, lil nigga try to match that Im a sinister, take a lil nigga face and blast that Like the light in the car, its a fuckin Diablo I was buyin real estate when Kayne drop Pablo I was in Mexico gettin heat from my vatos Pull up to the gang, get the beef for your taco Boy you can keep that, you aint smokin on no dope You aint tryna spend shit, you aint holding on no rolls In Hawaii with the gang, and Im hollerin out on folks Walked up in LV, you know I gotta pull out them Os Comma zero, zero, Comma zero, zero or more Beat the case, no P.O or no piss test, no In a foreign drivin real fast, they thinkin that Im on coke You can set the difficulties, either way I am in my mode
My glove department filled with residue Had to shit on you cause you thought you was cool When I pull out them hundreds boy Im blessin dude I got a hundred for you, you, and you Hop out at the gas station cause Im a star Full tank cause I didnt even charge my car I let the doors go up, then your bitch get in She sees all this money, she say, Chief Sosa you winnin I rolled up 10 joints, I got weed for days I got all this green I swear that its my baby Ive been getting money since my senior days But I forgot I didnt go to school Im crazy I put Margielas on my fucking shoes I poured 2 deuces nigga fuck some booze Im rollin up 3 grams in the fuckin wood Dont worry bout me, Im getting money Im good I pull up to the club and them doors go up Motivation? No-yous only dumb fucks Gotta use the shower, hella hundreds in the tub The police can run in here, I dont give no fucks My glove department filled with residue Had to shit on you cause you thought you was cool When I pull out them hundreds boy Im blessin dude I got a hundred for you, you, and you Hop out at the gas station cause Im a star Full tank cause I didnt even charge my car I let the doors go up, then your bitch get in She sees all this money, she say, Chief Sosa you winnin I got a million un-read texts I got a million read text messages I only read em if youre talkin benjis Cant be talking small, gotta be talkin plenty I got 6 hoes in 6 different beds Dro and Mike told me Im the black Elvis Presley I got hoes in 50 different states Been all around the world, cant tell me bout a penny Member kickin doors and hittin stains Im eatin good, fuck your Craig Jenny For all you dumb ass fucks, Im talkin Jenny Craig Try to make me go on a diet, pussy I aint wit it My glove department filled with residue Had to shit on you cause you thought you was cool When I pull out them hundreds boy Im blessin dude I got a hundred for you, you, and you Hop out at the gas station cause Im a star Full tank cause I didnt even charge my car I let the doors go up, then your bitch get in She sees all this money, she say, Chief Sosa you winnin
Lyrics from Snippets Woo Tell me what you mean, whoa Tell me what you mean I cant understand, I was too focused on the green Shawty, you a dub and Im too focused on the beans I remember when she used to play me in my teens That was way back then when she aint lookin for my team You so out of luck, you better cuff me in your dreams Im too focused on the money bustin out my jeans Thats your girl, nigga? I cant tell ...
Santana 300 Lz Glory Boyz Lets get it 45 I got that, 30 clip thats in that Them problems? Dont want that Trust me we on that, pop a pill Im on that She a bad bitch I hit that, I smash that and quit that You know Im getting that Im getting that Im getting that 300 Im with that, fuck all that chit chat Aint got time get kidnapped, all you hear is click clack Them bangers blow, you get whacked Them hollow tips you feel that, you feel that, you feel that Money talk I hear that, street shit I live that You aint did what I did, Im in the shit, Im in the shit Im off the shit, let off the clip Shoot with the shit, then off the bitch She rocking wrong not how Im rocking with Got bad bitches come see me Bang Bang like Chief Keef, R.I.P to Odee R.I.P to Big Lean, got big techs got big macs Got big 30s with big beams, trust me you dont want that Got big guns we on that, we on that we on that Off a pill Im on that, sipping lean Im on that Smoking loud Im on that, getting money Im on that Fucking hoes Im on that, shooting niggas Im on that Im on that, Im on that, Im on that, Im on that Im on that, we on that, now bullets flying past yo head For that money Im holding, dont care about it I throw that Kush yeah I smoke that and God damn Im choking Im rolling, Im rolling, Im rolling, Im rolling Rob you you holding, for my niggas Im blowing Give me the gun Ill blow then, shoot you, you, and yo mans So much soda and coke man, Im into coke then soda man Big guns flip yo bro man & duck clips; its so expand I send niggas to do hits, have yo bitch sucking my dick And the whole 300 clique, and thats who she coming with Shooting niggas Im on that, OTF Im with that This Kush let me hit that, that reg shit forget that Shooting niggas Im with that, popping Xan pills to forget that You aint did what I did, I aint gotta shoot Ill send hitters Matter fact them 10 year niggas, and I only fuck with real niggas And when its time, they always down to ride around and kill niggas
We aint got same ball lil’ nigga We ain’t cut from the same cloth, lil’ nigga Touch you on, i can turn you off, lil’ nigga Have my young nigga knock you out, lil’ nigga We ain’t from the same neighborhood, lil’ nigga We dont play with the same ball, lil’ nigga We dont get the same good good, lil’ nigga We dont smoke the same dope, lil’ nigga You need to stop chasin that lil hoe, lil’ nigga And chase your bank roll, lil’ nigga Better hope that it dont fold, lil’ nigga Summer starting to be cold, lil’ nigga Shawty think I’m a hit the mall up with her So I had to send Ballout with her Had to send her luggage with her I’ma fly out tomorrow, nigga Pull up to the show lookin’ vatos A million niggas in this truck, lil’ nigga Aint no passive mode Hope your ass good at duckin lil nigga Up This AR in front of you, lil’ nigga Take your manhood right in front of you, lil’ nigga You ain’t the only one from my jungle, lil’ nigga Put a hole in you the size of funyun, lil’ nigga Back in the day, smokin’ them dubs, smokin’ ‘em 8ths Now look at me, 14 in my cone, wrist cost me a G But I had goggles wit heat sensors Enough Monclar for 16 winters I bought Louis bags, stick green in it Guarantee your bitch would sleep with it Now that’s fucked up, my Louis bag get more ass than you And the monster on the back of this Fendi bag get more cash than you And these fingers on me, count cash faster than you Look up Marlon, say cheese, turn nigga face to the news Yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah, yeah, yeah
Yea nigga spend that shit like its nothin Its paper nigga thats all nigga Nigga play we gone spray this motherfucka Nigga you already know Aint playin no motherfuckin games Yea They wont even let us in the club nigga They know nigga Hahahahaha Spillin liquor all on the couch You know how i play nigga I dont give a damn nigga We gone fuck it up, well fuck you up 100 round drum, well wet you up 100 just to blow, we gone fuck it up We gone throw it up, hoes gone lift it up We million dollar bloods ,bitch we live it up We throw them Bs up While we throw that cash up Watch how we fuck it up, Long paper look how long it last us Look how they look at us Us fuck them its all about us You already know what it is with us Thats why we brought this cash with us blatt Yea nigga spend that shit like its nothin Its paper nigga thats all nigga Nigga play we gone spray this motherfucka Nigga you already know Aint playin no motherfuckin games Yea They wont even let us in the club nigga They know nigga Hahahahaha Spillin liquor all on the couch You know how i play nigga I dont give a damn nigga Bought a maybach paint it flat white Dealership said I fucked it up I say i cashed out i dont give a fuck What the fuck, fuck it Fuck that,500,000 fucked up that You know Imma get it back tomorrow, fuck that Club owner love me, buy so many bottles Club owner hate me, fuck up so many couches Its a thin line dont cross it You can love me or hate me i dont give no fuck, Im on my boss shit Im fuckin up checks daily, above the law shit Everything A1 you know thats shit You dont want Bloody Jay to pull up he on that off shit He and range, he cant wait to fuck up things Yea nigga spend that shit like its nothin Its paper nigga thats all nigga Nigga play we gone spray this motherfucka Nigga you already know Aint playin no motherfuckin games Yea They wont even let us in the club nigga They know nigga Hahahahaha Spillin liquor all on the couch You know how i play nigga I dont give a damn nigga When I get that sack, bitch I fuck it up Let us in ya club, bitch we fuck it up Fredo in the cut, bitch he fuck it up He got a 100 round drum, and he gone fuck it up Im thuggin hard so what Bitch Im rich as fuck My dogs they some nuts, Yo dogs they some muts My watch a Johnny Dang and so is my earring I got 30 in my thing and a million in the bank Imma fuck it up, she wanna fuck with us Because we fuck it up, you boys aint makin no noise Ride a panamera, They hiding they better We glidin we fetter, Cash we fuck up, dances we fuck up Ya ass we fuck up if you talkin slick to us
Got Louie, Gucci my Prada, man Im swagged out Got Gucci, Louie no Prada, I be swagged out Big bands in my pocket, bitch Im cashing out Trappers in here, we gone blast out Riding round in them cars cost 100 thou Go broke on clothes, bitch I cash out Go, we be swagged out Got Louie, Gucci my Prada, man Im swagged out Big bands in my pocket, bitch Im cashing out Riding round in cars cost 100 thou Yo bitch gone do the team, girl open your mouth Got Louie, Gucci my Prada, man Im swagged out Big bands in my pocket, bitch Im cashing out Riding round in cars cost 100 thou Yo bitch gone do the team, girl open your mouth Got Gucci, Louie no Prada, I be swagged out Go broke on clothes, bitch I cash out I dont give no fuck I will spazz out Trappers in here we gone blast out She see that Im sacked up, now she on me Say she aint sucking no dick, ho we gone see Bitch Im sacked up and its on me You aint my bitch, bitch we homies Extensions on the clip, yeah we gone blast Gone ahead without a future, leave you in the past My brightlight shine like a star, right Pull up in them cars and they foreign Got Louie, Gucci my Prada, man Im swagged out Big bands in my pocket, bitch Im cashing out Riding round in cars cost 100 thou Yo bitch gone do the team, girl open your mouth Got Louie, Gucci my Prada, man Im swagged out Big bands in my pocket, bitch Im cashing out Riding round in cars cost 100 thou Yo bitch gone do the team, girl open your mouth
This bitch be calling my phone This bitch wont leave me lone This bitch wanna smoke all my strong This bitch gotta go home This bitch This bitch think she the shit So she aint lie, she like me but I know she is Baby girl, tricks are for kids Naww, I dont trust that bitch I dont want it like Tommy, Im Nesquik with this bitch Im about my money, cant mix that with this shit You about that gunplay, then with that you get hit We aint bout that Bombay, go red rum with this shit Whats that backwards? Murder Got killed for that bitch and all she wanted was further Hand back, just hit that, told her get back Then this bitch say she love me, I can dig that Girl, you just smoked some lil purp up He say you dont, Im like word up She say being a thot, she aint heard of But I act like I aint heard her This bitch be calling my phone This bitch wont leave me lone This bitch wanna smoke all my strong This bitch gotta go home This bitch This bitch think she the shit So she aint lie, she like me but I know she is Baby girl, tricks are for kids Naww, I dont trust that bitch She say she wanna fuck me, then Ima sue her I just want some top, she thought I was gone do her Bitch, Im posted with my Ruger Just in case this bitch screw up This bitch say she wanna make up, then I told that bitch to put on make up, then This bitch say she wanna break up I told that bitch that Ima player This bitch a freak in the sheets but thot in the streets Told that bitch aint nobody meeting my mama but me This bitch wanna count my hundreds with me I told that bitch I brought my money counter with me This bitch be calling my phone This bitch wont leave me lone This bitch wanna smoke all my strong This bitch gotta go home This bitch This bitch think she the shit So she aint lie, she like me but I know she is Baby girl, tricks are for kids Naww, I dont trust that bitch
When I saw you last night I tripped out Cause last time I saw you, you was mad right Now you smiling, yeah thats right You were in love, and I was on drugs I wasnt rich yet, I was a thug Girl, you make me go whoa You make me go whoa You make me go whoa You make me go whoa You make me go whoa You make me go whoa When I see you, I smile, my brothers like, Whats that? And Im like, When she leaves my mind she comes right back And theyre like, ooh baby, youre tripping in that stack Cause Im smiling and they know that we didnt have had sex Ill ride with you in my passenger seat Ill stop seeing women that I see every week Ill put my guard down and well go out to eat If this was all a dream, Ill see you in my sleep When I saw you last night I tripped out Cause last time I saw you, you was mad right Now you smiling, yeah thats right You were in love, and I was on drugs I wasnt rich yet, I was a thug Girl, you make me go whoaaaaaaaa You make me go whoaaaaaaaa You make me go whoa You make me go whoa You make me go whoa You make me go whoaaaaaaaa Lets grow old together Baby, Im gon treat you better I can be the sun in your rainy weather Lets just get together What do you eat? Whats your favorite color? Do you like D. Rose or do you like Butler? So you dont smoke? Okay, thats fine Ima need 20 minutes of your time, cause youre a dime When I saw you last night I tripped out Cause last time I saw you, you was mad right Now you smiling, yeah thats right You were in love, and I was on drugs I wasnt rich yet, I was a thug Girl, you make me go whoaaaaaaaa You make me go whoaaaaaaaa You make me go whoa You make me go whoa You make me go whoa You make me go whoaaaaaaaa
Sosa, what the fuck you been on? You can call me Lord Theodore You can call me Lord Farquaad Call me Lord, yeah, boy Call me Lord of the Rings Call me lord of the chains Call me lord of the cars Call me lord of the gang She think its Purple Rain like Prince These blue hundreds, what you colorblind, bitch? The same nigga, how they think that Im gonna switch? Break his ass like a Kit-Kat, ayy, cause he think that Im a bitch Out in Cali with the shit Ride foreign, foenem riding on the switch Low rider how this Glock start hip-hop Put some spots on his ass, yeah, chicken pox him Red dot on his nose, yeah, Rudolph him Do you need extermination? I got tools on me Rolled up on your bitch and she drooled on me She said, That nigga got his check and he blew it on me I said, Bitch, I dont care, I dont give a fuck Youd think Im from Baltimore how I wheelie up Who the bosses in this shit? Ayy, really us You think you funny? Damn right, you be killing us Sosa, what the fuck you been on? You can call me Lord Theodore You can call me Lord Farquaad Call me Lord, yeah, boy Call me Lord of the Rings Call me lord of the chains Call me lord of the cars Call me lord of the gang, bang Call me lord of the beats, lord of the streets Got your bitch in my room going under sheets Call me lord of the century, lord of the week Call me lord of the turnt, lord of the T That bitch aint shit but the lord of bugging me These niggas aint shit but the lord of hugging me They talk behind my back, get smacked if you come at me Im tweaking, how these hoes be fucking me? They said I was ugly Bitch seen the blue light in my car, she wanna come with me Bitch, I gotta win this race, you cant run with me Want war, we can tug-o Fuck a fight, boy, my chopper love to tussle You think you off the drink, you sippin Robitussin What Chief So on? He always on to something Two outfits, I pass one to my cousin Aint no love baby, yes, a bunch of lusting, ayy, buzzin Sosa, what the fuck you been on? You can call me Lord Theodore You can call me Lord Farquaad Call me Lord, yeah, boy Call me Lord of the Rings Call me lord of the chains Call me lord of the cars Call me lord of the gang

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