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A fuck nya thats that shit I don’t like
A snitch nya thats that shit I dont like, nah
A bitch nya that’s that shit I dont like, nah
Sneak dissers, thats that shit I dont like
Dont like, like, dont like, like
A snitch nya ny-ny thats that shit I dont like, nah
Don’t like, like, don’t like, like
A bitch nya thats that shit I don’t like
A fuck nya thats that shit I dont like
A snitch nya thats that shit I don’t like, nah
A bitch nya thats that shit I dont like, nah
Sneak dissers, thats that shit I dont like
Dont like, like, dont like, like
A snitch nya ny-ny thats that shit I dont like, nah
Dont like, like, dont like, like
A bitch nya thats that shit I dont like |
Fff beep
Know how Im rockin like cutoff stockings nigga
Keep kush in my pocket
All designer get your grind up nigga
No Breitling no Rollie for the timer nigga
Gang Gang
I been flexin since 08
I dont like the Hammer, Beamer or the SRT8, Mercedes
Me and gang, pull up, we play hangman
G-L-O aint none of that squad, is you crazy?
Im not slow but for them bucks, I go crazy
Benji told me that it wasnt a man down, copy maintain
We get them chickens and we get em off the same day
I say no more, the rest I cant say
I been flexin since 08
I dont like the Hammer, Beamer or the SRT8, Mercedes
Me and gang, pull up, we play hangman
G-L-O aint none of that squad, is you crazy?
Im not slow but for them bucks, I go crazy
Benji told me that it wasnt a man down, copy maintain
We get them chickens and we get em off the same day
I say no more, the rest I cant say
I been flexin since 08
I dont like the Hammer, Beamer or the SRT8, Mercedes
Me and gang, pull up, we play hangman
G-L-O aint none of that squad, is you crazy?
Im not slow but for them bucks, I go crazy
Benji told me that it wasnt a man down, copy maintain
We get them chickens and we get em off the same day
I say no more, the rest I cant say
Bitch, Im with the gang and you gotta see me
Im flexin, let you know, spent 4K on my TV
Call up Johnny Dang, spent 10K up on my bling bling
And I keep my gun with me, up it and let it sing sing
And if you want a verse then you gotta pay me
They heard that Computers Remix and now they wanna slay me
Ayy, got your bitch, she wanna bae me
But this dick aint for free, lil bitch gotta pay me
How I pulled up flexin, it was brazy
Passin money, I look at your boyfriend hatin
Call up Wop get em up and Im finna hit this cable
Got so much guap in my pockets, I fuck my neighbors
I been flexin since 08
I dont like the Hammer, Beamer or the SRT8, Mercedes
Me and gang, pull up, we play hangman
G-L-O aint none of that squad, is you crazy?
Im not slow but for them bucks, I go crazy
Benji told me that it wasnt a man down, copy maintain
We get them chickens and we get em off the same day
I say no more, the rest I cant say |
Big rings, small things
I lean on a machine
Life real up
My car from the 8, its piped up
Fuck you, if you dont rock with us
You lil , you swiped up
Gat go bah-rat-tat
You ridin scat pack, Im rolling in a cat
...
Big rings, small things
I lean on a machine
Life real up
My car from the 8, its piped up
Fuck you, if you dont rock with us
You lil , you swiped up
Gat go bah-rat-tat
You ridin scat pack, Im rolling in a cat |
Who Cares |
Sosa baby, GBE baby, pheewww bee ...be, Sosa baby , Its a bet, Its a bet, Its a bet, Its a bet, Its a bet, Its a bet, Its a bet, Its a bet, whats under my shirt? Its a Tec, whats in my pocket? its a check and my nigga told me tell you that your getting wet, Its a task, Its a task
Its a task, Its a task, Its a task, Its a task, Its a task, Its a task
Whats in bag? its a Mac, Im not lying its a strap, another line Its the cash, another line its the task....5000 on the jewelry
Spin down your block we gonna see yall
Were gonna turnaround, just poured a whole
Cup of drank out because its water down
Them shady jewelry you wearing look like
Put it up 4 with a quarter down, pull the racks
Out my pocket and i tore it out, think about time
He slow it down, young jock its going down
Fat Joe i got the lean back, Cinderella stop calling me
Where the fuck is your king at? put some respect in name
Before i pull up with the thangs, Ill trill yall
Click clat bang bang bang bang |
Got a QP of Earth, and a pint of lean
In this kinda life, I swear thats all a nigga need
All these leachers around, they tryna smoke a nigga weed
Heard I got some money, they tryna hold a nigga Gs
I aint tryna commit, bitch, top all a nigga need
I aint tryna talk to ya, guap all a nigga need |
All these niggas Wanna Bes
All you niggas Wanna Bes
Bitch, All you niggas Wanna Bes
All you niggas Wanna Bes
Niggas Wanna Bes, Wanna Bes
Wanna Bes
They Wanna Bes
All these niggas Wanna Bes
They Wanna Bes
Wanna Bes
All these niggas Wanna Bes
All these niggas Wanna Bes
All these niggas Wanna Bes |
Sipped a pint of lean, that shit got me cant see
I just smoked QP, that shit got me tracy
I just sipped a pint of lean, that shit got me cant see
QP, that shit got me
I just sipped a pint of lean, that shit got me icy
I just sipped
I just sipped a pint of lean, that shit got me cant see
I just smoked QP, that shit got me tracy
They say i say you, bitch stop rhe clancy
I swear I smoke P, shit got me cant see
Beamer forgiatos that black tank got you tracy
Yous tryna sold a brick, now he cant see
Then watching all this ice that shit got me cant see
Who made that bitch cant see?
Cant be the new MC, Im tourin while they boring
Bitch forgiatos we be at you, ignoring
When I make it rain, bitch I have to snow it
You just small next to my cash enormous
Pull up hop out, get your bitch she shocking
Fore you was on it, we get it popping
We got 2 Glock 40s and 4 Glock 10s
We all got 30s and you know you cant stop it
You say you flexing, pussy boy please stop it
You say you aint lackin how you get dropped? |
Joey Shady, GLO up
Cap gang, gang, GLO GANG!
Diamond on my wrist yeah Im lookin real sick
Got guaped up now these bitches on my dick
4 chains on call me mister walkin lick
Bet you wont finesse me cause youre a lil bitch!
Runnin thru a check that I already spent
Fuck all my exes hell nah I aint bent
Now Im gloin up and they are all dead
Guess thats what happens when youre a fuckin fed
Gang shit man, you know how we fuckin rock
Never gonna stop til we glod up to the top
What I spent on my watch man I coulda bought a brick
My money so long I think I shoulda bought some stands
Man I get so high I dont think I could belong in here
We Buckin choppas up them boys like look they show and tell
Watch me by my Lz middle fingers to shondale
I smoke alot of Lz and I dont care if I rot in hell
Im a walking atm man I swear Im a talking mill
Cause what I spent on a car man I coulda bought a crib
Flex finesse flex finesse
See the money bitch I get watch me thumb through a check
Or splash splash splash splash
Man I coulda bought a jet with a big booty bitch
Flex flex flex flex
What I spent on my rims I coulda paid your rent
Flex flex finesse finesse
I coulda bought a range rover with this cash Im throwing
Flex
Hundred round my wrist
Three hundred thousand on my neck
Yeah watch me flex baby girl Im a walking check
Imma bag Imma sack make these ho niggas look sick
What I spent on a crib coulda went and bought a jet
Flex flex flex flex flex flex
Man I coulda bought a jet
Flex flex flex flex flex flex
Man I coulda bought a jet |
Verse1:chiefkeef: noah kam is the best oblockkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk banggg banggg |
LYRICS FROM SNIPPET
Boy where are you? Sosa niggas under you
When time is money, I aint got no time for you
I just wanna fuck one time, then Im done with you
Cause I got lots of portion, you just stamping ouh |
Lyrics From Snippet
So tell me why your bitch keep callin my phone
She won’t leave me lone
Tryna sneak up at my home while my baby mama gone
This hoe is crazy, but my baby mama soon home
So just fuck me and fuck on fore my baby mama get home |
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Baby these stones yellow just like Pacman
I be eating everything just like Pacman
Pull up in that Pacman, smoking on Afghanistan
I got the sack, man, and I got the pack, man
Book me for a show, that shit packed, man
And we be toting that click clack, man
Boy you dont know me, get back, man
Ink your fucking ass like a tat man |
Gang, fff beep
Gang, gang gang
I gotta shine like it aint shit
I gotta grind like it aint shit
These shoes I wear then Im shit sit
Look at my diamonds, look at my wrist
I gotta grind like it aint shit
I gotta shine like it aint shit
Me, I gotta grind like it aint shit
Ima shine like it aint shit
I gotta grind like it aint shit
When I come out the house I gotta dub
Me? I cant do the club
Last time I had to sneak in with the snub
Had a Royal Rumble in that bitch, punch for punch, blow for blow we did our thingy thingy
Niggas hatin seein me flexin my coat made of fur
Johnny he too far so I hit Clint if I need some burb
Im a nigga from the Southside of Windy city
Im from the side where niggas die, dont get to see their 20s
Kill one of em, hop in the truck, we bailin out with em 50s
Yall cant mix me with the rap shit, dont tell me who diss me
Look, cause I dont give a fuck about it, he aint got no money in his pocket so whats comin out?
Look and my shoes costs a G, you see that Porsche ridin through Chicago then you know thats me
I gotta shine like it aint shit
I gotta grind like it aint shit
These shoes I wear then Im shit sit
Look at my diamonds, look at my wrist
I gotta grind like it aint shit
I gotta shine like it aint shit
Me, I gotta grind like it aint shit
Ima shine like it aint shit |
I’m outchea eating 4 real
I just b boolan 4real
I gotta get it 4 real
Niggas b cappn 4real
Yeah I just want dem benjis on 4nem
You a whole goofy yeen getting to the money
You boys want clout but im inkove with deposits
I’ll never ever fold swea these niggas ain’t solid
I feel like the coldest Dukes scream Ima problem
Got it out the mud swea I came from the bottom
No Time for dese hoes so I gave up my watches
Niggas stay fronting but Tay get it popping
Certified stepper I’m stepping on dey neck
I’m up now boy u worried bout the next
Real recognize real but these bittys shella
Iffy
Im the coldest Ina city so alotta niggas envy
Running up a bag man dem hoes gone feel me
Don’t do no cappn just keep it a hunnid
Niggas mad salty I’m too undarated
Really slept on swea these niggas b hating
Fuck allat hating man let’s get this papa
I keep it real but dese niggas punk faking
Yo fav rapper b biting my flava I got the sauce Ian talking bout a1
Only 16 but these niggas my sons
They steady jocking I feel like the don
Cant trust these bittys hoe word to my moms
Me and broke niggas just can’t get along
phone rings
Tay get it jumping like 23 boy u a rookie so no we cant kick it
Ion trust a soul cause dese niggas countrified
You hating on me but I’m running up digits
Niggas mad pressed and these hoes in dey feelings
Once I’m at the top swea dem boys gone feel it
I’m bouta flex gone be damned if I didn’t
Keep dese hoes hanging ain’t talking bou lintchin
I’m steady getting up unda they skin
Man I b thuggin can’t b yo girlfriend
I’m making money boy ion make friends
Niggas stay flagging but I’m setting trends
Stay down for too long so I’m bouta eat
Got dese hoes bitter what I’m kickn ain’t sweet
Internet beefin b you a whole goofy
I got the big head ain’t talking bout Stewie
I run the game you boys ona bleachers
Im going ape shit Ian talking bout ceaser
Bodying niggas like Nas onat ether
I’m ona hot shit like I gotta fever |
S |
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
Im Blood Money from front street and I run shit
Got a .50 Cal, Ill dump shit and Ill pump shit
Got a dope line and a coke line and they dumb rich
Got young niggas, they dread heads and they dumb rich
Got a bad bitch she from outta town, she dumb thick
And I fuck with her cause she dont hit my line with that dumb shit
And when I call her shell hit the block, she dump shit
She bring the bread, she come back and then count it right
She know the type, I dont fuck around with that appetite
Got a bad bitch with long hair, she from Agatite
I love that cause she fuck me up and she suck it right
Like Fat Gleesh, I fuck that and then I cuff that
These niggas mad cause Im success and they suspect
Im a ride down with that cannon out and Ima rush that
My shit showing, got a white T, dont tuck that
Bitch, who the fuck want war, ride down
Im on Front Street with them cannons out and Ill spaz out
You kill mine, Ima kill yours, I spaz out
Im a ride out to your hideout and Ima spaz out
Im a ride out to your hideout and let them guys out
They gon hit the block with them .40 Cal, we gon fry it out
We potato niggas, yall bitch niggas, yall fries out
Better watch out bitch, Ima das- dash out
Got twenty thou in my pocket finna spend that on a outfit
Im dumb rich, got a gun with two hundred shots in it
Got a Audi truck and a beamer truck, nigga, no its not rented
Pair of Robin jeans with them rubies on them with a lot of knots in em
Got two phantoms, two mansions, lot of thots in em
Got trap spots with big guap, but no Im not in em
These hoes looking for a baby, nigga, I dont let a drop hit em
Who the fuck want war, Blood Money got a lot of shots with him
And a lot of guns with him
Kill a lot of opps with it
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was |
Gun called Holyfield, bitch, its Fight Night
Smoke a zip a day, I swear I be seeing white lights
Its too loud for the neighbors, I see red, blue and white lights
Cant get Jojod, I swear thats why I dont ride bikes
Coolin |
I want 20 things from the restaurant aye, that’s my order
Thats ya thot man, I don’t know her
She was chillin on me in the party
I told her bite me, you girl aint on a nappy
She like Sosa baby, my name is Nadia
She mad cause I aint callin, aint fuckin her
Fear of a bitch got a body
Got my guns bitch Im blindly bangin
You aint suckin my dick dont call me |
2013 California, thats that new Rari
Steady killin’ all these niggas and Im too sorry
I spent a million on my daughter, fuck a Bugatti
And Im getting off the Earth with Gino Marley
I’m team no feelings bitch, this just how I feel
Life is a gamble bitch, and I got a deal
With this show, living life like theres no tomorrow
And I dont even drink poppin gold bottles |
They want the old Sosa. For what doe?
Thats a crazy low down dirty cut throat
Im smoking earth let me show you how my heart go
Got my 9 on me bitch, Rondo
Niggas know how I rock
Bow down bitch
My name King Sosa now
I mean King Keef, It aint Chief Keef no mo
They want the old Sosa. For what doe?
Thats a crazy low down dirty cut throat
Im smoking earth let me show you how my heart go
Got my 9 on me bitch, Rondo
I brought the bank out, Wells Fargo
You aint getting money boy that not yours
I bought a pint of lean, Ima sip it by my self
Sneak diss and find yourself, by yo self
Member on the block posted by myself
That bitch told me to control myself, I told her to go find yourself
Cdai got 22 Shots n he coming all by himself
Wait, no he got five people with him so nigga go hide yourself
You aint getting money yo lil lying self
Get a $100,000 check and spend it by myself
Bitch, dont miss this jet, Ill get in it by myself
And if I wanna fuck Ima hit it by myself
That bitch wanna picture by herself, by herself
I just drunk a pint of lean by myself, by myself
You aint squad bitch, Ill leave you by yaself, by ya self
And go and get this money by myself, by myself
I got some niggas that some hittas by they self
Dont care if you with them niggas or if you by yourself
T-Roy got a gun thats bigger than him
And he gon blow that bitch all by himself
He dont miss |
I aint got no grey day man
I seen couple Js down, I see some Js comin alive
Black negro, Im gettin an american mind
I might move to korea sea and watch america die |
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I LOVE MY SET NIGGA PUT THAT 5 TO YO HEAD BECAUSE OF THAT BITCH OR THA BREAD SO BITCH NIGGA DONT GET HTSave Cancel |
Yeah, yeah, Ls
Sosa Baby, know how Im rockin baby
Loud
Im smokin loud, loud, loud, loud, loud, loud
I shoot a nigga down, down, down, down, down, down
I dick a bitch down, down, down, down, down, down
Did this and back smokin loud, loud, loud, loud, loud, loud
Kush smokin, you smell us
Aint shit you can tell us
OTF no patty cake, Im with the shits forever
I dont give a fuck about bad luck, that loud make me feel better
Baddest loud is ever, 30 shots in baretta
They only hit you from chest up, tell these fuck boys better get fed up
With Fredo Santana, Im off the shits till whatever
Fucked yo bitch the first day and I aint never met her
She blowin, Im Sosa, I make her feel beter
Stay smokin that loud shit, my niggas stay on that loud shit
He ask us to turn down cause everything is loud bitch
Im smokin loud, loud, loud, loud, loud, loud
I shoot a nigga down, down, down, down, down, down
I dick a bitch down, down, down, down, down, down
Did this and back smokin loud, loud, loud, loud, loud, loud
These niggas loud, these hoes loud cause they cant keep closed mouths
Hoes boppin cause I stay loud, turn down, I dont know how
Smokin loud, Im smellin loud, get a bitch that like smelling loud
Thats smellin me, Ima let it out
The bitch out, loud puff out
Them guns loud, they shoot loud and theyll knock you down
Screamin loud, it take you out cause you did it too loud
Give her dick, that bitch loud like Karima baby momma mouth
Then Im out, aint payin shit, we can smoke a few louds
3Hunna, we droppin shit , then I say it too loud
When we steppin, you move out or its gon be too loud
3Hunna, we droppin shit , then I say it too loud
When we steppin, you move out or its gon be too loud
Im smokin loud, loud, loud, loud, loud, loud
I shoot a nigga down, down, down, down, down, down
I dick a bitch down, down, down, down, down, down
Did this and back smokin loud, loud, loud, loud, loud, loud |
Let me tell you
FuGang
Fufu fuck niggas man
Fuck around, Fuck around, Fuck around, get smoked
Bang Bang, Bang
Holiday rock, Fugang
Huh, Huh
FuFu gang ass niggas
Let me tell you about these FuFu ass niggas
FuFu gang ass niggas
Let me tell you about these FuFu ass niggas, ass niggas, ass niggas
Let me tell you about these FuFu ass niggas, ass niggas, ass niggas |
Stop it hoe, Stop it hoe
Stop it hoe, Stop it hoe
Stop it hoe, Stop it hoe
Stop it hoe, Stop it hoe
This hoe told me imma be the death of her
I stopped her
Bitch you just wanna see whats in my pockets
I dont even carry no wallets bitch
Stop it hoe, Stop it hoe
Stop it hoe, Stop it hoe |
Turbo
T-T-T-T-T-Turbo on the track
Lost in the drought
I need some drank
Where the sizzler?
But I picked it up
Got a lot of shots
Like Cdai
Got a lot of cake
Like my b-day
Gain a lot of weight
Gain a lot of hate, uh
Boy, dont get your face
Discombobulated
Say she wanna face me
Im comin out, baby
That mulignane, baby
Take ya to Benihana, baby
I got my semi-auto, baby
In case its problems, baby
Thats from the heart, baby
Dont touch the start, baby
You wanna get drunk?
My house got a bar, baby
There you are, baby
Just dont violate
These boys mulignanes, mulignanes, mulignanes, mulignanes
These boys mulignanes, mulignanes , mulignanes , mulignanes
These boys mulignanes, mulignanes
Let me at em , let me at em
Let me at em
Pussy, you know we at em
Let me at em
Let me at em
Why these bitches act like they know me?
Why you niggas roll round with police?
Why we hittin niggas cities just four deep?
Baby girl, the whole world know about me
I know a lot of these niggas dont like me
I know a lot of these niggas say they gon fight me
Put the money in the machine and it go beep
Shawty said she wanted company
She know Im the waviest in the sea
Baby girl, just be what you wanna be
She know that Im somethin like a beast
She know Im that nigga with the drip
She got a new tattoo that say Keef
She wanna know about the recipe
I told her I gotta be unique, uh
These boys mulignanes, mulignanes, mulignanes, mulignanes
These boys mulignanes, mulignanes , mulignanes , mulignanes
These boys mulignanes, mulignanes
Let me at em , let me at em
Let me at em
Pussy, you know we at em
Let me at em
Let me at em
These boys mulignanes, mulignanes, mulignanes, mulignanes
These boys mulignanes, mulignanes , mulignanes , mulignanes
These boys mulignanes, mulignanes
Let me at em , let me at em
Let me at em
Pussy, you know we at em
Let me at em
Let me at em
Let me at em
Let me at em
Let me at em, pussy, you know we at em
Let me at em
Let me at em
Let me at em
Let me at em
Let me at em |
Kidnap, drop that beat
I dont give a fuck, I stay reppin my set
You niggas aint flexin, me and my niggas we flex
Getting to the money till Im done with the check
Pull up to the scene til these bitches get wet
I dont give a fuck, I stay reppin my set
You niggas aint flexin, me and my niggas we flex
Getting to the money till Im done with the check
Pull up to the scene til these bitches get wet
See a opp, point him out
If you see a opp, point him out
If you see a opp, point him out, you fuck with them, we dont fuck with yall
I rep my set, thats protocol, Im down to ride, my niggas call
AR got the hundred round, but my Glock bang, itll nail ya down
Talkin shit, well leave you wet, I catch you slippin like yous out of bounds
I dont frown, I cant smile , my goons like the dogs, wild
Niggas hate, thats they style, snitches talk cause they foul
I chase money, no profile, my guns go, Block-a
Major Effect my set, you aint know it, you know now
Nigga, you dont want no smoke
Smoke a nigga like ash, nigga, on the floor, nigga
Major Effect on the globe, bitch
Gettin this dough
Im servin, we servin, we quiet
My pistol is Cinco de Mayo
Im sellin more quarters than iron
Drillers everywhere I go
Shawty wanna fuck
Bunch of killers, Chicago
Fifty clip, full five-oh
Im running the gun on you hoes
And my money get low with my dough
You niggas is fake and I already know
Im reppin my set and Im lettin it go, Im lettin it blow
I dont give a fuck, I stay reppin my set
You niggas aint flexin, me and my niggas we flex
Getting to the money till Im done with the check
Pull up to the scene til these bitches get wet
I dont give a fuck, I stay reppin my set
You niggas aint flexin, me and my niggas we flex
Getting to the money till Im done with the check
Pull up to the scene til these bitches get wet
I pull up on a hop-out
See a opp, I blow him down
Major Effect, we hot now
I aint really trippin on a bitch now
Get to the money when the sun down
Me and my niggas makin moves now
Got quarter pounds, Ill take you down
Got more guns than ten now
Flyer than a motherfuckin jet
Major Effect, my set
Bitch, respect, you get wet
When some sayin we flex
Flyer than a motherfuckin jet
Major Effect, my set
Bitch, respect, you get wet
When some sayin we flex
Yeah, pull up to the scene, all these bitches get shit wet
They aint gotta a young nigga confused, its cause I got a set
And I aint worried bout your bitch, Im steady shootin the TEC
And I can tell that he dont get money, the boy aint come to collect
I aint got respect for you sissy ass niggas, nigga
Only wanna come around when my sack bigger, so you can calculate
So you can estimate on what a nigga got
Most likely, you want my spot, but I need my position
You aint reppin Major Effect or GBE, then I tell you, Keep ya distance
Major
I dont give a fuck, I stay reppin my set
You niggas aint flexin, me and my niggas we flex
Getting to the money till Im done with the check
Pull up to the scene til these bitches get wet
I dont give a fuck, I stay reppin my set
You niggas aint flexin, me and my niggas we flex
Getting to the money till Im done with the check
Pull up to the scene til these bitches get wet
See a opp, point him out
If you see a opp, point him out
Man down
Man down
Man down
Man down |
21, 21, 21
I’m in Zone 6, with a stick and a Pyrex pot
Bitch I’m young Savage
Keep the extendo on that fuckin’… |
Young Chop On Da Beat
Lets get it
Sosa baby, you know how Im rockin baby
Free my niggas man
OBlock
Chop what up man?
Who is these niggas, I dont know them?
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Who is these niggas, I dont know them?
This nigga looking at me like he want some
Pistol to his face if he owe some
My niggas keep them tools and make em blow some
OTF, they riding for Sosa
Riding with my hitters bitch, we on some
Ride on an opp and then smoke em
Yeah we keep them horns we will blow them
Who is these niggas, I dont know them?
GBE, bitch we hot, bitch we smokin
Im chokin and what Im smoking potent
Im lеaning, rollin and Im totin
You know wherе its O end or no end
3Hunna bitch, dont make me bring them killers out
Real shit, free all of my hitters out
Dont make me bring them killers out
Yous a dead man, now they need forensics out
Tec chop like lawn mowers
Feds listening, shit, short convos
Hit a nigga with a combo
What Ima fight for? My choppas drum roll
This nigga looking at me like he want some
Pistol to his face if he owe some
My niggas keep them tools and make em blow some
OTF, they riding for Sosa
Riding with my hitters bitch, we on some
Ride on an opp and then smoke em
Yeah we keep them horns we will blow them
Who is these niggas, I dont know them?
Throwing Ls up, with the Glocks up
Dont start us, cant stop us
Everywhere they spot us
Choppa like helicopters
Word around this nigga Stevie
I dont give a fuck with contacts, you see me
I love getting tree-tree
Smoking kush, getting head by Kiki
I need that, Im up now
A problem, we up now
My gun screaming what? now
You on that tough shit? Our guns acting tough now
This nigga looking at me like he want some
Pistol to his face if he owe some
My niggas keep them tools and make em blow some
OTF, they riding for Sosa
Riding with my hitters bitch, we on some
Ride on an opp and then smoke em
Yeah we keep them horns we will blow them
Who is these niggas, I dont know them?
This nigga looking at me like he want some
Pistol to his face if he owe some
My niggas keep them tools and make em blow some
OTF, they riding for Sosa
Riding with my hitters bitch, we on some
Ride on an opp and then smoke em
Yeah we keep them horns we will blow them
Who is these niggas, I dont know them?
Who is these niggas, I dont know them?
Who is these niggas, I dont know them?
Know them |
DP on the beat, Sosa on the beat
Gang gang
I bought that girl a bag
So she might just get a Jag
Im riding in that Mazi
And I ride it real fast
Im gettin’ so much money
Ima stack all this cash
Glo gang we gettin money
Front street that’s my domain
Yeah I used to be the dope man
But now Im finna buy a Johnny Dang
I already got a fuckin ring
Im BD, I will never change
That hallway money keep on comin in
Them Cali peas keep on comin in
Now Im in this shit, yeah Im gon’ win
Yeah it been like that way since I was ten
It was me, Caper, and Fredo
Hold up wait let me call Tadoe
Call Almighty yeah he got them pesos
I pull up in Mazi on 24s
I bought that girl a bag
So she might just get a Jag
I’m riding in that Mazi
And I ride it real fast
Im gettin so much money
I’ma stack all this cash
Glo gang we gettin money
Front street thats my domain
A hundred thousand for a show mane
Spend a couple bands on some Balmains
Balenci- shoe walking
Neighbors calling, what they talkin
If it ain’t a -mili I dont want it
Fuck that nigga and that lil bitch
They goofy ass aint talkin bout shit
Im with the glo gang Ima keep gettin it
Yeah I used to be trappin
Now Im tryna make it rappin
Call up lil bro
Yeah he gon bring that fuckin pole
I bought that girl a bag
So she might just get a Jag
Im riding in that Mazi
And I ride it real fast
Im gettin so much money
Ima stack all this cash
Glo gang we gettin money
Front street thats my domain |
Oh
She keep callin
Oh shit
Oh shit
Gang, gang, gang
Sos baby, Glo Gang baby
Glo Gang baby, Glo Gang baby
Im rollin, she callin, she stalkin
My phone and, I dont answer
I keep declining
She keep whinin on my line and
Im like go, Im on the road
Im fuckin hoes, Im countin rolls
And you know, how we glo
With the glo, we get dough
Smokin dope, ridin slow
When I ride fast, cops on my ass
So I know, ride cautious
Cops be stalkin, cops be honkin
Like my hoes, they be on my ass
They just want my cash, they just wanna brag
I cant loan they ass, I aint on that man
I got lots of gwap, and you know that man
I send lots of shots, and you know that man
I been doing this shit since 08 man
Sellin D, know that man
Aint nothin to me, I been doin that man
Im rollin, she callin, she stalkin
My phone and, I dont answer
I keep declining
She keep whinin on my line and
Im like go, Im on the road
Im fuckin hoes, Im countin rolls
And you know, how we glo
With the glo, we get dough
You gotta glo up
Kanye, she top me, I ride slow
Cause you never know
Im glod up and glo up
And you gotta do
..
Im rollin, she callin, she stalkin
My phone and, I dont answer
I keep declining
She keep whinin on my line and
Im like go, Im on the road
Im fuckin hoes, Im countin rolls
And you know, how we glo
With the glo, we get dough |
DP on the beat
Sosa on the beat
Bang bang
Sosa, where you going? To the money
Runnin to it, bitch, Im runnin
Like I got on cleats
Pull up, stuntin like Im going to luncheon
You call my phone, you talkin a hundred
Million, yeah, bitch, I want it
Baby, I can take you on an island, I aint talkin Stony
How you just keep hittin it floating?
Baby, I can buy you a new sew-in
Baby, I be pistol toting
Got my pistol and you know it
I go too fast, she like, Boy, slow it
Im like, Okay, baby, Im gon fold it
She like, Boy, thats a hundred mil on the table
Im like, I know it
Jewelry blingin, bitch, I show it
They like, Boy, you gettin bloated
Im too turnt, yeah, bitch, Im loaded
And my style, these niggas stole it
Chopper come through wrestling, Mick Foley
Bitches like, Oh God, Im glo-ing
I remember when I aint have nothin
I woke up like, Oh God, Im glo-ing
There go the damn police
Im gon get up out of here slowly
Baby, I got on a Breitling
I cant buy you a damn Rollie
Cause if I bought hoes anything
I be ballin out, you know it
And I done gave your ass a chance
You done fucked around and blowed it
I get money just as fast as the damn stove shit
I dont need Shaq, I ball like I am Kobe
I dont need Yao, I ball like I am McGrady
Just call me when you talkin money
Swear Im money brazy
Sosa, where you going? To the money
Runnin to it, bitch, Im runnin
Like I got on cleats
Pull up, stuntin like Im going to luncheon
You call my phone, you talkin a hundred
Million, yeah, bitch, I want it
Baby, I can take you on an island, I aint talkin Stony
How you just keep hittin it floating?
Baby, I can buy you a new sew-in
Baby, I be pistol toting
Got my pistol and you know it
I go too fast, she like, Boy, slow it
Im like, Okay, baby, Im gon fold it
She like, Boy, thats a hundred mil on the table
Im like, I know it
New number every month like a period, bitch
Let me hit it raw on your period, bitch
Im Chiefin with Keef on some serious shit
God damn, Young Sachi, he really is sick
La di da di, its Sosa and Sachi
Bitches on our dicks like their craving a lolly
Three bad bitches that got six bad friends
Add another hooker and then we got ten
I got fourteen lines, but its time to sip again
So I po another fo and then I got ten
Back up when you see its motherfuckin Glo Gang
We stealing more shit than Lindsey fuckin Lohan
Sosa, where you going? To the money
Runnin to it, bitch, Im runnin
Like I got on cleats
Pull up, stuntin like Im going to luncheon
You call my phone, you talkin a hundred
Million, yeah, bitch, I want it
Baby, I can take you on an island, I aint talkin Stony
How you just keep hittin it floating?
Baby, I can buy you a new sew-in
Baby, I be pistol toting
Got my pistol and you know it
I go too fast, she like, Boy, slow it
Im like, Okay, baby, Im gon fold it
She like, Boy, thats a hundred mil on the table
Im like, I know it |
Skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt
Beat was for Tadoe
He aint do it, though
Guess who got it now
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Whatcha talking bout, Willis?
I cant wear my white Amiris, I got cheese on my fingers
Smoking dopey-dope dope
Done, done, done is weed man, but I be with my villains
Skrrt-skrrt, Im peelin
Finna pull up, mark the spot, this aint no fuckin R Chronic
Okay, since we cookin beef
Okay, since we cookin beef, Ima need a large skillet
If he a dog, then we China
Thirty five shots, thats Cinco de Mayo, ayy
Named both guns, David and Goliath, ayy
Who tryna get high? My old head fire, ayy
You ever seen a XO spit out fire?
Told her hold on, exhausted, bitch, Im tired, ayy
She gave me a gram, told me J.R. Rider, ayy
I beat 99 and they all light up
Turn his brain to some barbecue
She asked me what I like, baby, I pick you
And he live with his mama but he telling you
That his pockets is filled and his garage is too
Who is these niggas? I dont know you
Donald Trump building a wall, go run into it
Rollie on my hand and a gun is, too
Bitch, I feel like Waka Flocka, Oh, lets do it |
2x
When you see me pulling up o
You better run yo
Yo see dem fn popo
Chasin after me do
Black D you get shot
No bullet den we use a rock
No matter what we do cops
Cops around they know you got shot
Pulled in with a 9
9 milimeter no time
Deez gunz mean you bout to die
Before you die we say goodbye
If we see you you gonna get clerked
All n you gonaa get merced
You know me you get shot
Or n you get dropped
Call me 19 or 24
24 got codes some more
When la capone got shot we were
Mad because he got clocked
That n
Shouldve lived his life
Before he got shot that night
Ty-B 24 KNOW WHAT WE MEAN
JDP ON DA T-R-A-C-UH |
Love Sosa, bitches love Sosa, huh?
O End or no end, Raris and Rovers, ayy, lil Cobra, ayy, ayy
Bang, Bang-bang, God, yall some broke boys, God, yall 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 aint making no noise
Yall know Im a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys
God, yall some broke boys, God, yall 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 dont know old boy, I know hes a broke boy
Raris and Rovers, convertible Lambos, boy
You know I got bands, boy, and its in my pants, boy
Disrespect them O Boys, you wont speak again, boy
Dont think that Im playin, boy, no, we dont use hands, boy
No, we dont do friends, boy, collect bands, Im a landlord
I gets lots of commas, I can fuck your momma
I aint with the drama, you can meet my llama
Ridin with 3hunna, with three hundred 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 aint making no noise
Yall know Im a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys
God, yall some broke boys, God, yall some broke boys
We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy
Dont make me call D. Rose, boy, he six double-O, boy
And he keep that pole, boy, you gon get fucked over
Bitch, I done 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 do it for Sosa
Tadoe off the molly water, so nigga be cool like water
Fore you get hit with this lava, bitch, Im the trending topic
Dont care no price, Ill cop it, B, and your bitch steady jockin me
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 aint making no noise
Yall know Im a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys
God, yall some broke boys, God, yall some broke boys
We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy |
Follow me it’s the way to go, it’s the way to go
Follow me it’s the way to go, it’s the way to go
Follow me it’s the way to go, it’s the way to go
Follow me it’s the way to go, it’s the way to go
Follow me it’s the way to go, it’s the way to go
Smoke my weed it’s the way to go, it’s the way to go
Woof
Follow me it’s the way to go, it’s the way to go
Follow me it’s the way to go, it’s the way to go
Smoke my weed it’s the way to go, it’s the way to go
Fuck with me it’s the way to go, it’s the way to go
X |
Brick man, brick man
Go shop with the brick man
Bricks man, bricks man
I can get you big bricks man
Brick man get the dope ,
I can put that on my soul, G code
Brick man, brick man
Go shop with the brick man
Bricks man, bricks man
I can get you big bricks man
Brick man get the dope ,
I can put that on my soul, G code
Bricks in the trash can, no Im not the trash man
Buy all the bags man, I can whip it fast man
cash man, racing to the cash man
Hundred yard dash man, hundred on the dash man
stay down, till you come up dawg
frog
yeah that the
yeah im a bulldog
In the kitchen, cook and shake
Early morning, wake and bake
And a nigga catch a
Got the money in the case
Let them know that I dont play
Brick man get you today
Brick man, brick man
Go shop with the brick man
Bricks man, bricks man
I can get you big bricks man
Brick man get the dope ,
I can put that on my soul, G code
Brick man, brick man
Go shop with the brick man
Bricks man, bricks man
I can get you big bricks man
Brick man get the dope ,
I can put that on my soul, G code
Brick man, brick man
Master with them pots and pans
Brick man, brick man
contraband
come with barcodes
white like
got that 50 on the road
I pray to god working
so perfect
oven, and pulled up
Got the key in the kitchen, give your shooter some extra
Take ,
we gon hit the bricks
Brick man, brick man
Go shop with the brick man
Bricks man, bricks man
I can get you big bricks man
Brick man get the dope ,
I can put that on my soul, G code
Brick man, brick man
Go shop with the brick man
Bricks man, bricks man
I can get you big bricks man
Brick man get the dope ,
I can put that on my soul, G code
Brick man, brick man
Got a bunch of bricks in the caravan
Started selling dope off
Got my weight up, now Im the brick man
Got my stacks up, now Im the big man
Selling dope in the projects
Drop the pack on the rejects
Got the Glock and the Rolex
A 1, coke no flex
Stretch the rocks, nigga say less
Running loose all around your hood
Stay strapped, its all good
If you going to work, nigga come here
Imma line you up with 36
Brick man, brick man
Go shop with the brick man
Bricks man, bricks man
I can get you big bricks man
Brick man get the dope ,
I can put that on my soul, G code
Brick man, brick man
Go shop with the brick man
Bricks man, bricks man
I can get you big bricks man
Brick man get the dope ,
I can put that on my soul, G code |
Yeah, aye, yeah
Early in the morning, I wake up and get that check, Im trap house touring
My buddy pouring mud up, we fully loaded, everybody in here got a gun tucked
I been on exotic, I keep narcotics in my body
Cocaine on my neck and wrist, I came from drug money
Me and my niggas got rich as hell and gave the hoody money
Im smoking chronic up in LA, I been getting Suge money
I got the hood running, these niggas talking crazy but never did nothing
Im hopping out that motherfucker fresh than a bitch
I keep a stripper on my side, man that lil hoe is so thick
All my bitches got a body, even this Glock came with tits
If its money on the line then when I talk its gon make sense
All white diamonds, dirty K, I make sure to leave no prints
I make a stray out your queen, I pour purple just like Prince
I made him pull up to the house because tonight Im busting juggs
You dont like that, get some straight nigga, we can get some understood
These niggas soft like an H&M shirt
You wont ever find Tony name in no paperwork
I went and got it out the mud, I can do my own dirt
Got my wrist dancing in the club, I make my phone twerk
Tryna come up off us, better do your homework
Tryna scam one of mine, it gon get your bones hurt
Ima always get some money as long as the phone work
You know how this shit go, re-up the 3rd and the 1st
I dont owe no man shit, put that in my will
This nigga said he real but his watch aint even real
Im managed by the streets, I dont gotta sign a deal
You dont gotta go nowhere if its up we take it there
Early in the morning, I wake up and get that check, Im trap house touring
My buddy pouring mud up, we fully loaded, everybody in here got a gun tucked
I been on exotic, I keep narcotics in my body
Cocaine on my neck and wrist, I came from drug money
Me and my niggas got rich as hell and gave the hoody money
Im smoking chronic up in LA, I been getting Suge money
I got the hood running, these niggas talking crazy but never did nothing
Im hopping out that motherfucker fresh than a bitch
I keep a stripper on my side, man that lil hoe is so thick
All my bitches got a body, even this Glock came with tits
If its money on the line then when I talk its gon make sense |
I just hit a stain on em
Finesse em x 2
Bout to hit a stain
For the fresh
I just want the cash
Nothing less
Popping champaign
For the stress
Bout to make
My diamonds vvs
Shoot boy
Who boy
Who the fuck is you boy
I dont play wit anybody
I dont even do toys
Unless its that phantom
Or the wraith
Can drive a Range
Any day
No you cant afford smoke
What I smoke nigga
Coping by the gram
Is a joke nigga
I just grab a O
For the hoes nigga
Plan the next stain
Faneto nigga |
:Its the hard knock life, otf life
i am smoking on that kush, life should be on kush nigga
I got respect for obama, never gave a fuck bout bush nigga
Niggas be on that gangsta shit,talking bout they drug addicts
Im the only drug addict, thats out here and be pluggin shit
Took your girl then pluged her in, monkey look like a fugerston
Why you worried bout me, cuase all my niggas is savages
All my killers can shoot you quick
We shoot shit up we never miss. im tired of all that sneak diss
Well motherfucker peep this, riding round in that rari
You on that jeep shit. got millions never on that cheap shit
balling hard like d.rose boi, call 6 double o boy
Never cared about oo boy. dropping ls frequently
Yall niggas must be vegeterian you never ever want beef wit me
Otf otf otf |
Lets have a party aye aye
And all your friends has that party aye aye
But girl I dont fight no niggas aye aye
cause me and my niggas love pullin triggers aye aye
I say lets have a party |
Dissin us we gon let this K hit you
100 shots chase your ass for
Im trynna get high like go get me some damn swishers
This bitch wanna get drunk like go get me some damn liquor
Tadoe got a 50, why you looking bitch must be a damn christmas |
LOTS |
Bang
Bang, Bang, Bang
It aint my fault this nigga bitch say she in love with me
I got Calicoes with extra holes, bitch, don’t fuck with me
Bitch, Im cooler than a cooler, swear my wrist lovely
I dont want her, you can have her, ’cause that bitch ugly
It aint my fault this nigga bitch say she in love with me
I got Calicoes with extra holes, bitch, dont fuck with me
Bitch, Im cooler than a cooler, swear my wrist lovely
I dont want her, you can have her, cause that bitch ugly
Get ya bitch off me, my bitch lovely
I swear I dont want her cause ya bitch ugly
I throw so much money, make that bitch hug me
Flexing and finessing, make that bitch mug me
Pull up in the parking lot, this shit ugly
But I’m pretty, bitch, y’all saditty
The say I got Chicago locked, bitch, this my city
And Im a BD from Wic City
Thousands in my Robin Jeans, it ain’t nothin
That bitch all on me cause she know Im stuntin’
But that bitch didnt want me when I had nothin
But she all up on my dick cause Im spending money
It aint my fault this nigga bitch say she in love with me
I got Calicoes with extra holes, bitch, dont fuck with me
Bitch, Im cooler than a cooler, swear my wrist lovely
I dont want her, you can have her, cause that bitch ugly
It aint my fault this nigga bitch say she in love with me
I got Calicoes with extra holes, bitch, dont fuck with me
Bitch, Im cooler than a cooler, swear my wrist lovely
I dont want her, you can have her, cause that bitch ugly
Me and Sosa doing numbers and we global with this shit
SOD, GBE, we taking over with this shit
Dont come around me with that flagging cause my niggas with the shits
So many Os, man, its ugly in this shits
Spend so much money, man, that shit is ugly
I be flexin on them hoes but them bitches love me
I pull up in that foreign, man, that shit ugly
I be flexin so hard, all them bitches on me
All this dope boy swag, you know how we do this shit
I pull up with True Religion and Im kickin pimpin bitch
Yeah Im kicking pimping, just to be specific
Me and Sosa got this gold like we win Olympics
It aint my fault this nigga bitch say she in love with me
I got Calicoes with extra holes, bitch, dont fuck with me
Bitch, Im cooler than a cooler, swear my wrist lovely
I dont want her, you can have her, cause that bitch ugly
It aint my fault this nigga bitch say she in love with me
I got Calicoes with extra holes, bitch, dont fuck with me
Bitch, Im cooler than a cooler, swear my wrist lovely
I dont want her, you can have her, cause that bitch ugly
Two Glock 40s make them backflip
Flaucing all my money, never had shit
Staring at my girl, she a bad bitch
Broke ass niggas wish they had this
You showing out, Im showing in
You heard my nigga, we in this bitch
Im getting rich, there aint no limit
All you niggas talkin, you can get it
Your side of town, thats my town
City star, I hold it down
A hundred rounds, we so legit
SODMG, we in this bitch |
Bitch tell me why
Do it all the time
Bitch tell me why you do it all the time
Do it all the time
Why you do it all the time
Bitch tell me why you do it all the time |
Bitch, I let my choppa bang
Kicking shit, Im Lui Kang
Ariana Grande, bitch I sang
Shut up, sorry my phone rang
Im out here with the gang
Full on, gang bang
Waka Flocka, Im a troop
My mom serving me soup
Cuz Im a mommas boy
But my dad getting the BANG BANG, cuz hes playing and cheating on my mom with sex toys
AYYYY
Bitch, I let my choppa bang
Kicking shit, Im Lui Kang
Ariana Grande, bitch I sang
Shut up, sorry my phone rang
Killers of X gon get banged
Killers of 2Pac gon get banged
Killers of Biggie gon get banged
Killers of Jimmy Wopo gon get banged
Killers of Pop Smoke gon get banged
Killers of Nipsey gon get banged
Get banged
Yo X, I miss you my brother
You gon do everything to continuе your legacy, care for your mother
Your killеrs gon killed
With their lips sealed
AYYY AYYY
Bitch, I let my choppa bang
Kicking shit, Im Lui Kang
Ariana Grande, bitch I sang
Shut up, sorry my phone rang
Killers of X gon get banged
Killers of 2Pac gon get banged
Killers of Biggie gon get banged
Killers of Jimmy Wopo gon get banged
Killers of Pop Smoke gon get banged
Killers of Nipsey gon get banged |
Yo, MusicOnDetention #OpenMicSessions
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13 years old
LETS GET IT
I remember the days sitting on the street
Looking at the sky chilling with Sherene
Now 13 Im a teen
Dont talk to to them from back a day its peak
Lie, Earl, Rio, Tyreece
Not forgetting Ty, Ty, and Tyreke
Not blood but It felt like family
I heard lie left the country
I got pissed I didnt get worried
Im chasing the music for you, got me hungry
On Lyrical Media the first track I heard
Marshy, Cobra spitting their verse
Not to forget... JayDotCee
Not many friends stick out a hand for me
Dont worry I dont mean It literally
Ive worked hard to get on MOD
Now Im making a path for my family
BBM status Back round ends or Route to Tesco
Not now but that was years ago
Big up everyone that has helped me grow
Im still learning though
It annoys me that my Dad wakes up at 3
To give a good life for my brother and me
Grateful the cupboards are filled cah many peoples are empty
I want my fam to have a house a next to the sea
So Im not just doing music for me
One day Mom youll see me on TV
2014 come back from a school trip Kelly was dead
I couldnt stop barling on my Nans stairs
It got me wondering Whos going next?
Like Mist said The only thing youre promised in life is death!
2011 Nicky had her last breathe
Hit me in my heart... Not my head
It took a while, to sink in
To anyone listening
Youre alive its a blessing
In life theres lessons to learn
Nicky got buried and Kelly got burned
I know one day Itll be me in that herse
For now Im writing my own verse
To go far I need to grind
Dont worry about sleep be up all night
I can get sleep when Ive got that life
But for now Ill be in bed watching Family Guy
Puts me in that happy vibe
And numbs the anger in my mind
Ready for take off just waiting on time
Guess Im still waiting in line
I aint gonna lie Ive got a long way to go
To improve on my rap to improve on my flow
Im only one person on this spinning globe
Write whatever you want in the comments
Click the dislike button I aint bothered
Rest in Peace Kami
Your death unexpected to say sadly
For now this is just the start
Fire in the booth, how many parts?
For now I wanna spray heat
Theres no shame in loss or defeat
Hold tight Chief Keef on the beat
We aint in class but you best take a seat
For this track, this is the end
Know one day Ill be setting trends
Ive got family but not many friends
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Money Boy
Yeah
Woah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah
I just got paid
I gotta hit the mall
Shit, got a lot of stacks
Fuck it, Imma spend it all
I love to ball out
Bitches scream when Im on stage
I got something special
Imma kit them with the K
WiiiC City shawty, bitch we team
All come special, true he hit him with the beam
Im ready for war, show me my competition
And Im amazed nigga, why you bitch niggas trippin
fly
French own homes
shawty might forget own hoes
Blowing down trees
My niggas kick doors
It aint about money, show me what Im in here for
I made it in the door
Goddamn
These niggas looking at me like they dont know who I am, like
grown
To all of the GDs, Im asking when yall coming home?, like
What the fuck?
Im out shawty when the sessions opened up
Pockets mean like Tic-Tac
Girl come and treat
She be freaky deep
Choppin in them cars while you riding on the bus
Im Chief Keef shawty, nah I wont give a fuck
Throwing up sets
I love to rep my hood
shawty, you aint ever left my hug
I need a straight jacket cos I be going wild
Its a lot of fuck niggas, they be tryna cop my style
But they aint gonna
Gotta ball like a
Sleep all day, out at night like an owl
Bitch Im from the
My niggas wont go
And this is for the problems, thats my niggas gon blow
WiiiC City, I be bout my cash
And I fuck with Town
We be owning money bags
A lot of niggas hate, but I dont give a fuck
Knock his ass down then we beat his ass up
Real shit, I make his ass dance
Everybody know me, Im the motherfucking, motherfucking...
Real niggas greet
Bitches wanna meet
And I get a lot of brain like the motherfucking beef
And Im my only homie, nigga chill Im in space
Bitch Im not eating, 50 mills by the bills
She taking off my wrist
got them lying
Not no regular shawty, Imma motherfucking shine
Let me breathe
50 on my grave
Put my mind on my money
AInt got time for no snitch
clock
Its my mothefucking time
24/7 bout a motherfucking dime
Blowing loud
hoes
Real niggas dont fuck with them cute hoes |
That bitch shake it up up up up, all the way up
Then bring it down down down down, down to the ground
That ass perfect, its round round round round
Bring it back up up up up, all the way up
Take it back down down down down, down to the ground
Whatchu wanna do now ? now now now |
Glory gang we hitting niggas, chaos
These niggas my sons they at my G ass
Bitch you aint shit bad bitches by A us
...Me
Bitch fly like a butterfly |
The adventures of Jendod Stevens, part two
The mystery of Jendod Stevens
These bitches love Jendod Stevens Sosa |
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I aint got no competition, all these niggas they be snitchin
Pillow talkin to these bitches, ayy
Told the geeker shut the fuck up when you hear me
When you hear your boss speakin, you should shut the fuck up and listen, ayy |
I got money on my mind
cause I spend money all in my ice
I spend money on my pints
And got glo’d up off this stuff
I got money on my mind
So I aint givin no fuck
I don’t know, I just spray, ayy |
Yea yea yea yea yea white kids hatin my shoes they think lebrons james suck so I fight them and they cry like a punk and ask his mama not cool well I got lebrons yea lebrons yea well I got lebrons yea I ask a girl she can go out with meeeeee I got them pretty boy swag cloths as my future about to be a rapper yeah white kids hatin my shoes they think lebron James suck so I fight them and they cry like punk ask his mama not cool punk |
That way
Banks
Her rate
Real estate
Give me some head
Give me the bet
Aw yeah, its fat
And nothing less
Girl, stop it with the flexin, you aint send me no text message
Where are you right now? Im with the crew right now
Girl, stop it with the flexin, you gon phone and Im up in it
Pull up on you right now, start sexting you right now
Are you gon let me mess up your do? Oh okay
You say you dont, but act like you do, oh okay
No Burger King, but you tend to have it your way
Got a nice butt ass, but thats not your ass girl, no way
If yous a chasin thot, I wasnt brought up that way
All this cash gon need three, four more banks
Leave a bitch then hand her rate
Leave my name on it, I do real estate
Can your cat give me some head
I hit homeruns, give me the bet
And for your booty, aw yeah, thats fat
You can get half of me and nothing less
Girl, stop it with the flexin, you aint send me no text message
Where are you right now? Im with the crew right now
Girl, stop it with the flexin, you gon phone and Im up in it
Pull up on you right now, start sexting you right now
Are you gon let me mess up your do? Oh okay
You say you dont, but act like you do, oh okay
No Burger King, but you tend to have it your way
Got a nice butt ass, but thats not your ass girl, no way
Bang, bang, bang, bang
I got my wrist out the window
This a Rolls not a Benz, hoe
This a K not a pistol
And the way it gotta hit you
I make a nigga jelly
Smoke Keisha off belly
Baby, this deep deli
Break your heart if you let me
Sosa, do you got change for a twenty? No
Bitch got wetter than a runny nose
She let me beat her back in
Murder was the case, thats all he wrote
She know I love catchin bodies though
She know I be in them Raris though
Girl, stop it with the flexin, you aint send me no text message
Where are you right now? Im with the crew right now
Girl, stop it with the flexin, you gon phone and Im up in it
Pull up on you right now, start sexting you right now
Are you gon let me mess up your do? Oh okay
You say you dont, but act like you do, oh okay
No Burger King, but you tend to have it your way
Got a nice butt ass, but thats not your ass girl, no way
Are you gon let me mess up your do? Oh okay
You say you dont, but act like you do, oh okay
No Burger King, but you tend to have it your way
Got a nice butt ass, but thats not your ass girl, no way
Bang, bang, bang, bang |
Otto
Sosa on the beat
Sosa baby, GBE baby
You know I get bands
Like you know, all these bitches love Sosa
You know Im sippin on the lean
You know I hate bein sober
You know that I used to tote a cobra
You know I spent two bands on my loafers
You know that Im ballin
Straight threw the money, no pausing |
Yeah, uh huh
Lets get it
Dopey
Gambino
Meatroll
GBE baby
My body drugged with lean, I can barley stand up
Had way too much codeine, I think I might pass out
Got racks bussin out my jeans, hit the mall and cash out
Just popped a ecstasy, I fuck her right on a spazz out
Pill fuck a nigga bitch, cause she into me
She gon fuck me and this condom cig
I smoked a lotta dope in this foreign car
Take a look at the roof and all I see is stars
Wraith, Wraith, Wraith, Wraith
Wraith, Wraith, Wraith, Wraith
She wanna know how the doors open backwards
Put a whole fourteen in a Backwood
Tadoe in a Aston Martin doin backflips
So buyin all the fuckin lean
So told me put all the racks in my jeans
All red Wraith match the Beam
Kill a parking lot leave thе scene
You smokin on a blunt of blue drеam
Im ridin in a two door, So in a two door
Tadoe in a two door, Ball in a four door
I just poured a six, So just poured a twelve
Baby, if you in a Phan why you talm bout a four door
See me stuntin in this coupe, bitch, my life is a GoPro
Do the dash now I gotta watch out for the po-po
My body drugged with lean, I can barley stand up
Had way too much codeine, I think I might pass out
Got racks bussin out my jeans, hit the mall and cash out
Just popped a ecstasy, I fuck her right on a spazz out
Pill fuck a nigga bitch, cause she into me
She gon fuck me and this condom cig
I smoked a lotta dope in this foreign car
Take a look at the roof and all I see is stars
Wraith, Wraith, Wraith, Wraith
Wraith, Wraith, Wraith, Wraith
You know that Im up in this foreign
Boy, your life looks hella boring
I rolled some dope, got your bitch snoring
About to pass me a dud, bitch, I dont want it
All these fuckin racks they be on me
Smokin hella dope, dodging police
Yeah, I got the heat, but Im on freeze
Trust no one, not even homies
I just poured a eight, Im faded
These Pharrellies, skating
Aint home, so that bitch waiting
Pull up got the Uber driver hatin
My body drugged with lean, I can barley stand up
Had way too much codeine, I think I might pass out
Got racks bussin out my jeans, hit the mall and cash out
Just popped a ecstasy, I fuck her right on a spazz out
Pill fuck a nigga bitch, cause she into me
She gon fuck me and this condom cig
I smoked a lotta dope in this foreign car
Take a look at the roof and all I see is stars
Wraith, Wraith, Wraith, Wraith
Wraith, Wraith, Wraith, Wraith
Syrup
Drip
Lean
Racks on racks
All blues |
Yo, yo Pierre, you wanna come out here? |
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Everyday shit
All Or Nothing, All-All-All-All-All Or Nothing
Everyday shit
Smoking loud, on some everyday shit
My niggas on some everyday shit
Everyday shit
Yeah, everyday shit
Everyday shit, bitch its everyday shit
We on that everyday shit
Bang
I put that on life
Its Ls to the
What the fuck bitch what the Ls
Fuck the fuck niggas
Cant fuck around with them, yeah
fuck niggas, cant fuck around with them
bitch, cause she always on my dick
duck or get fucked, thats everyday shit
On my fast life shit, thats everyday shit
be fucking on the bitch, thats everyday shit
Cant fuck around with them fuck arounds
Bitch
dont fuck with yall
Yall but I dont fuck with yall
fuck with yall
You get money I fucks with yall
And my I fuck with yall
six shots, better duck
thirty clip, make him
Fuck the cops, break the law
Loud getting to my head, like taking off
Lil nigga, we
Pussy lying niggas, he
Posted on with Fredo Bandana
We be straight totin that hammer
Fucking on his bitch
Come and tweet we blam him
My lil nigga tote bangers with
Fifty clips and they hanging
He talk shit
And-
I put that on life
Its Ls to the
What the fuck bitch what the Ls
Fuck the fuck niggas
Cant fuck around with them, yeah
fuck niggas, cant fuck around with them
bitch, cause she always on my dick
duck or get fucked, thats everyday shit
On my fast life shit, thats everyday shit
be fucking on the bitch, thats everyday shit
I demand this smoking nun but loud pack
Just be coolin on the strip, cologne you smell that
Just be chillin in the stars, tryna separate the
Cause most niggas cross, they trippin over broads
Cant listen to no bitch, cause these hoes play a part
Even though I live life, keep the slammer for the
See, I ball ,
See, the hoes know my name, SD yeah he the
And Im all about my mula, fuck with a bitch
Every dollar make sense
hitting licks
Niggas know they be mad they say he taking every bitch
This that everyday shit, Im the man in this bitch
I put that on life
Its Ls to the
What the fuck bitch what the Ls
Fuck the fuck niggas
Cant fuck around with them, yeah
fuck niggas, cant fuck around with them
bitch, cause she always on my dick
duck or get fucked, thats everyday shit
On my fast life shit, thats everyday shit
be fucking on the bitch, thats everyday shit (All Or Nothing,
All Or Nothing, All-All-All-All-All Or Nothing) |
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This 30 on me its tall, Tim Duncan
Give them two shots a piece, I call it slam dunkin
Hell yeah I eat, I ball, Denver Nuggets
Little niggas think they flexin with their little muscles
She diggin me, I figured it
Smokin on that dealer shit
Baby yous a divalent
P.R.A the expensive shit
I aint got no time for it
Might try to set me up, I got my nine for it
Finna pour me up a four and hit White Castle bitch
Because I am high as shit
Baby is you drunk or some shit?
I know you aint tryna drive my shit
I dont wanna beat your ass
Cause I dont wanna go down and shit
I just want some top or some shit
I know you wanna bе crowned and shit
But baby Im Almighty So
I ball like Im the Mavs and shit
Clip too long
Got my guns showing
I lovе getting money, I got money pouring
Try to take it, I aint gotta do nothing I got my youngins blowing
Im the CEO but ask the squad, Im the youngest boy
Baby A-L-M-I-G-H-T-Y
S-O-S-A
Baby you know me Im that guy
Im smoking on this D-O-P-E
And this shit it got me high
And I know you wanna be on T-O-P
But just go down for right now
Im on this P-R-O-methazine
About to pour me a cup right now
This bitch brother wanna sit next to me
I charged his ass like 25 thou
Baby you know how Im rocking
Broke the rim, ballin so hard Im slam dunkin |
Love Sosa
Bitches love Sosa, huh?
End or no end, Raris and Rovers, ayy, lil Cobra, ayy, ayy
Bang, Bang-bang, God, yall some broke boys, God, yall some broke boys
These bitches love Sosa and they love them Glo Boys
Know we from the Go boy, but we cannot go, boy
No, I dont know old boy, I know hes a broke boy
Raris and Rovers, convertible Lambos, boy
You know I got bands, boy, and its in my pants, boy
Disrespect them O Boys, you wont speak again, boy
Dont think that Im playin, boy, no, we dont use hands, boy
No, we dont do friends, boy, collect bands, Im a landlord
I gets lots of commas, I can fuck your momma
I aint with the drama, you can meet my llama
Ridin with 3hunna, with three hundred 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 aint making no noise
Yall know Im a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys
God, yall some broke boys, God, yall some broke boys
We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy
Dont make me call D- |
Young Chop On The Beat
I got love for some designer
I-I got love for some designer
I got love for some designer
I-I got love for some designer
My bitch tatted, I call her designer
Parallel shit bitch dont get lined up
Bitch Im tatted, Im designed up
I got love for some designer
My bitch tatted I call her designer
When I get that check, buy nothing but designer
Pop the kush, swishеr blunts, roll up designer
Shoot his face off, bitch wе designer
Might be mixed matched but everything designer
Drinking Fiji water, I call that designer
We them Glory Boyz, bitch we be designer
I got love for some designer
Parallel shit bitch dont get lined up
Ugh, ugh
Sosa in his prime, huh
Im that nigga, shit you get that all the time huh
Yeah, I buy nothing but designer
Lotta kush, lotta blunts, Im designer
Shoot his face off, Im designer
And Im Trued down, but Im designed up
Bitch, Im tatted, Im designed up
OTF stuff, you know where to find us
They be cutting up like designers
Off a lot of dope, bitch I be high as fuck
I got love for some designer
My bitch tatted I call her designer
When I get that check, buy nothing but designer
Pop the kush, swisher blunts, roll up designer
Shoot his face off, bitch we designer
Might be mixed matched but everything designer
Drinking Fiji water, I call that designer
We them Glory Boyz, bitch we be designer
Designer, Homicide put me in the line up
CMG, they tryna define us
Say it stand for Cars, Money, Grinders
I-I-Im true to my religion, bitch, so start praying
The doors to the trap is open, Amen
Me and my nigga Sosa about to start spraying
A hundred shots coming out that black van
Van, bullets gon design ya
Run out with that work we gon come find ya
I rock Gucci, Louis, Prada like the song say
My money dont fold up, I keep it long ways
I got love for some designer
My bitch tatted I call her designer
When I get that check, buy nothing but designer
Pop the kush, swisher blunts, roll up designer
Shoot his face off, bitch we designer
Might be mixed matched but everything designer
Drinking Fiji water, I call that designer
We them Glory Boyz, bitch we be designer |