Zaytoven
Yah, yah, yah, yah 
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh 
Yah, yah 
Sosa, baby 
GBE, baby 
Chocolate chopper for him, he think its vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I’m sweat her
Chief Sosa, I look up to you, pussy boy, you better
If you aint smokin OG, I don’t want your weed
Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
Do this shit for Cap and Blood, throwin Cs, throwin Bs
Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze
Lift this chopper like some weights, I aint bench pressin
Got FNH up in the club and I got Smith & Wesson
But I don’t really like Smith & Wesson, got Glock, boy
If he decide to knock you down, you’s a opp, boy
Pulled up in that ugly thing, it got teeth on it
They like What the fucks a feature, ain’t got Keef on it
This bitch wanna roll some weed and put some keef on it
At the top hangin off the clouds, yeah my sleeves on it
If you lookin for me, Im prolly in New Orleans
With them 504 boys, no Levis jeans
Come through with 450s, nigga flee the scene
Bitch a 223 chopper, that’s what Keefll bring
Chocolate chopper for him, he think its vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that Im sweat her
Chief Sosa, I look up to you, pussy boy, you better
If you aint smokin OG, I dont want your weed
Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
Do this shit for Cap and Blood, throwin Cs, throwin Bs
Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze
Up this Glock and sneeze, catch you, ha-choo
Come through and knock down your partner, I mean to pop you
Like we was shootin some craps, I mean to spot you
Yous a goofy to the audience, no need to clap you
I got plenty B-roll, like a camera man
Diddy Boppin in the party, thats Keef Hammer Dance
You can put me at the back and Im still gon win
Stompin on the heads of my mufuckin mini-man
Brown brick mansion, lookin like some wheats, nigga
Six car garage, well I got three in them
Gotta go super far for the other three
Pull off and my shit soundin ugly
Chocolate chopper for him, he think its vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that Im sweat her
Chief Sosa, I look up to you, pussy boy, you better
If you aint smokin OG, I dont want your weed
Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
Do this shit for Cap and Blood, throwin Cs, throwin Bs
Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang bang, bang bang