Fuckers in school telling me, always in the barber shop
"Chief Keef ain'
t 'bout this, Chief ain't 'bout that"
My boy a BD on fucking Lamron and them
He, he, they say that
nigga don't be putting in no work
Shut the fuck up, y'all niggas ain't know shit
All y'all motherfuckers talkin' about
"Chief Keef ain't no hitter, Chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef a fake"
Shut the fuck up, y'all
don't live with that
nigga
Y'all know that
nigga got caught with a ratchet
Shootin' at the police and shit
Nigga been on probation since fuckin' I
don't know when
Motherfucker, stop fuckin' playin' him like that
Them niggas savages out there
If I catch another motherfucker talking sweet about Chief Keef
I'm fucking beatin' they ass, I'm not fucking playin' no more
Know them niggas roll with Lil
Reese and them
(Young Chop on the beat)
Love Sosa,
bitches love Sosa, huh?
Let them know then, 'Raris and Rovers (huh)
Ayy, lil' Cobra, ayy, ayy
Bang, bang-bang
God, y'all some broke boys, God, y'all some broke boys
These
bitches love Sosa, O end or no end
Fuckin' with them O boys, you gon' get fucked over
'Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that Cobra, now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise
Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys
God, y'all some broke boys, God, y'all some broke boys
We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy
These
bitches love Sosa and they love them Glo Boys
Know we from the 'Go boy, but we cannot go, boy
No, I
don't know old boy, I know he's a broke boy
'Raris and Rovers, convertible Lambo's, boy
You know I got bands, boy, and it's in my pants, boy
Disrespect them O boys, you won't speak again, boy
Don't think that I'm playin', boy, no, we
don't use hands, boy
No, we
don't do
friends, boy, collect bands, I'm a landlord
I gets lots of commas, I can fuck your mama
I ain't with the drama, you can meet my llama
Ridin' with 3hunna, with 300 foreigns
These
bitches see Chief Sosa, I swear to God, they honored
These
bitches love Sosa, O end or no end
Fuckin' with them O boys, you gon' get fucked over
'Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that Cobra, now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise
Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys
God, y'all some broke boys, God, y'all some broke boys
We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy
Don't make me call D. Rose, boy, he six double-O, boy
And he keep that pole, boy, you gon' get fucked over
Bitch, I did sell soda and I done sell coca'
She gon' clap for Sosa, he gon' clap for Sosa
They do it for Sosa, them hoes, they so off of Sosa
Tadoe off that molly
water, so nigga be cool like water
'Fore you get hit with this lava, bitch, I'm the trending topic
Don't care no price, I'll cop it, B, and your bitch steady jockin' me
