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Hello? Yeah? What up? Nothing You dry Its 3 oclock in the morning out here How? Ah its 3 hour difference doe, never mind You’re running through my mind I think about you all the time You motivate my grind You shine, I shine, we shine What youve done to me Girl come have some fun with me What you want from me? Please don’t get scared Don’t run from me Walking on the beach And then my lil mama a freak Seven days out the week Yeah we fucking, constantly Im a star, being humble now Parking brand new car Ballin hard, like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar With my broad Constantly crossing the country Constantly getting the money You niggas haten constantly But I don’t take it personally Thirty Gs a verse from me Your baby daddy work for me And I am not ashamed to say And I think about my family constantly Your friend constantly h Hitting my phone! Constantly These feds steady tapping my phone Think they onto me I be getting money, spending money, constantly Continue to hate on me I swear that shit don’t bother me, aye! Smoke OG no bubbly And I smoke that shit constantly I fuck hoes constantly and I rock shows constantly Baby why you joking, I don’t play? These niggas jokes Im out of space and Im a spade Every time she whine, Im like, “OK?” I don’t want to hear that shit, not today Let me check my watch 24 in a day and its 12 up in my watch Aint no time to waste Got some cake to make She want to see me I told that bitch another day! Im a star, being humble now Parking brand new car Ballin hard, like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar With my broad Constantly crossing the country Constantly getting the money You niggas haten constantly But I don’t take it personally Thirty Gs a verse from me Your baby daddy work for me And I am not ashamed to say And I think about my family constantly

She say she love me whatever that is? I dont know Do me a favor save that shit She say she love me whatever that is I dont know? Do me a favor save that shit Like bad kids bitch we reckless Ball hard sorta like Texas He say he know sosa he be lackin Do me a favor save that shit You fuck niggas better stay packing yeah Alot of extended clips no acting She says she know sosa he be flexing Pull up windows down smell freshin Good loud packs smell like cat piss Hanging out the roof young and wreckless Rocking in my Robin jeans Campaign Sosa, every nigga following I aint with the arguing My niggas come click clack no arguing She say she love me whatever dat is We see a opp, shit get hectic Alot of extended clips no acting No sex bitch I only want the neck bitch She say she luv me whatever dat is, I dont know Do me a favor save dat shit Like bad kids they be wreckless My heart sold like taxes He say he know sosa Do me a favor save that shit You fuck niggas better stay packing Alot of extended clips no acting Woke up this morning in my swag on a million Omg soulja soul she fin to kill em New mixtape got the streets going crazy Speakers going hammer Whipping up baby, pull up to the road panamera like its 80 30 on my trap got my cell going crazy Yellow bone lady, suck me in the cede Gucci eveyrthing, versace on my lens, soulja Im so outta here Im feeling like the business Sodmg swagga and we kill em Soulja, sosa, go and take it over 2012 lamborghini whip in slow motion She say she love me whatever that is, I dont know Do me a favor save that shit Like bad kids they be wreckless Ball hard sold like taxes He say he know sosa they be Do me a favor save that shit You fuck niggas better stay packing Alot of extended clips no acting She say she love me whatever that is I dont know Do me a favor save that shit

W-W-W-Will-A Who wouldve ever thought that I would grind like this Who wouldve ever thought that diamonds cost this much Who wouldve ever thought that niggas cant be trusted Who wouldve ever thought that girl wouldnt give it up Who wouldve ever thought Future wouldnt ride in foreigns Who wouldve ever thought that I would never kill the chorus Who wouldve ever thought that I would take the streets again Who wouldve ever thought that I would never be the man Who wouldve ever Who wouldve ever thought that I would be Almighty So Who wouldve ever thought Id drive these cars and fuck all these hoes But Im still the same Old Chief Sosa from the O You disrespect the squad then it’s over, vámonos Im leanin off this Act, this shit got me fallin over Got these Robins on my ass, all this money fallin out You aint ever fuck with me, these niggas think that I forgot em Who would ever thought Id hit the top from the bottom I remember postin on the block totin slammers And if a opp pull up on the block, we gon blam em And if I get arrested by the cops, I dont remember And if that ho aint tryna gimme top, Im gon suspend her These niggas actin hard but they sweet, they hard vanilla I nicknamed my Carbon 15 Carbonella Im smokin on this Earth, you smokin mid, aint hard to tell ya Who wouldve ever thought that I would grind like this Who wouldve ever thought that diamonds cost this much Who wouldve ever thought that niggas cant be trusted Who wouldve ever thought that girl wouldnt give it up Who wouldve ever thought Future wouldnt ride in foreigns Who wouldve ever thought that I would never kill the chorus Who wouldve ever thought that I would take the streets again Who wouldve ever thought that I would never be the man Who wouldve ever

Zaytoven Ayy, check it out, nigga Check it out, nigga, ayy, ayy Bang, Sos, baby, yeah, baby Ayy, go, ayy, go, pew, pew Ayy, go, yeah, baby Ayy, go, go You got some money for me? Check it out Im icy, know I had to bring the necklace out I saw a bitch, I told that bitch to check it out I hop up out the car, she wanna check me out Im in your city for a day, bitch, check it out Too late, bitch, Im already checking out The cops pull up on me, they like, Check it out Glad my shit was tucked and I aint have the weapon out Hit the dealership like, Check it out, my doors creep me out Told my Glock .40, Ayy, check it out, these hoes creep me out These niggas eat these hoes out, ayy, these hoes eat me out These bitches be geeking every time they ass see me out Want smoke, check it out, checking in, checking out Check it out, my whip sound like he just went to bed just now It said vroom, sound like it was snoring, had to check it out Check in at the doctor, get the script, then Im checking out You got some money for me? Check it out Im icy, know I had to bring the necklace out I saw a bitch, I told that bitch to check it out I hop up out the car, she wanna check me out Im in your city for a day, bitch, check it out Too late, bitch, Im already checking out The cops pull up on me, they like, Check it out Glad my shit was tucked and I aint have the weapon out Hit the doctor for a checkup then Im checking out Why you steady looking at me? Bitch, check it out She step outside the box then I check her out Like a halfway house, Im checking in, checking out Im checking my car for bugs, checking my car for dubs Im checking my car for change just to give to the club Foenem check the spot out, we gon come through, line em up Check em in a torture house, drown his ass, tie him up I check my money, better be right when I count it up I go to sleep, what the fuck I see? Cap and Blood Foenem said they had to check and make sure that Im acting up Feet hit the concrete, hopping out the swan doors I got a package coming in, I was checking the time for it These Louis shades, lil mama, these aint no Tom Fords Your bitch was checking me out, soon as I walked in the door I was checking for racks, for cheese, for green, for lawn mowers Go and get some Margielas, no need to see the Concords Im checking for cowards, for boolers, the shooters, the nine blowers Im checking on foenem, they cooling, they booling with nine whores Smoking on dope, Im cooling, I be smoking that mind blower I come through, Im checking on checks, yeah, Im checking for mine, boy I aint checking for hoes, I get my box and check up, boy I aint checking for you, you sitting on your ass, get up, boy Im checkin Saks and bill direct, Margielas and marble floors You got some money for me? Check it out Im icy, know I had to bring the necklace out I saw a bitch, I told that bitch to check it out I hop up out the car, she wanna check me out Im in your city for a day, bitch, check it out Too late, bitch, Im already checking out The cops pull up on me, they like, Check it out Glad my shit was tucked and I aint have the weapon out

I keep that hot shit like a Tea pot OG stuffed in a cookie jar Pull up, boy you better have the guap Im a doctor, give ya pussy ass a shot While you was on a hill, I was somewhere in the field Now Im working towards a billon, and Im living in the hills Tucked in my drawls, bitch I got the Tommy Hil- -figer if it sizzles, its a scary site, ew Pussy you be talking bout a bunch of nonsense Money all up on my conscience Latex, we can get it poppin Led Zeppelin, and you know how Im rocking Ridin with the mop, going up like a stock Whats up in my pocket? its a muthafucking knot Pull that bitch out make it rain on a thot My pistol got a dick, make it piss on a opp 10, 20, 30, Bullets flying like birdy Im a Chiraq warrior, and Im balling like Im Curry If you looking for Chief Sosa, Im where? Eating curry Yous eating on that bitch, she was sucking me early Choppa click clack, dududu, make him twirl Keep talking all that shit, now he screaming like a girl I do this shit for blood thats my boolin side When I start cappin, thats my coolin side Damn Sosa how you get the tool inside? I own this muthafucka and I do as I does Bullets eat his skin, bitch food his ass Fly shit, Peacoat got my tool inside Runnin from the cops, dodging hole pots When it comes to guap, get a whole lot When it comes to opps, get a toe tag Fuck nigga thought I wasnt on that I keep that hot shit like a Tea pot OG stuffed in a cookie jar Pull up, boy you better have the guap Im a doctor, give ya pussy ass a shot While you was on a hill, I was somewhere in the field Now Im working towards a billon, and Im living in the hills Tucked in my drawls, bitch I got the Tommy Hil- -figer if it sizzles, its a scary site, ew Pussy you be talking bout a bunch of nonsense Money all up on my conscience Latex, we can get it poppin Led Zeppelin, and you know how Im rocking Ridin with the mop, going up like a stock Whats up in my pocket? its a muthafucking knot Pull that bitch out make it rain on a thot My pistol got a dick, make it piss on a opp Im digital, like Sonny nigga Do something, go and get some money nigga Fore I hit ya ass with the Tommy nigga I aint winnie the poo, this aint honey nigga Act like you want smoke, you funny Doing walk up with the pistols, you running I talk all this shit, cause I can back it up No ‘tivis bitch, Im acting up Who the fuck you is, Bernie Mac it up Like Kash Doll, bitch Im accurate Hop in my car, and I rev it up RIP to the damn competitors Bitch Im a predator Had a meeting at 10, went at 11 somthin Dont be up in the lane when Im bowling guns Fuck nigga better not blow ya nose or nun I keep that hot shit like a Tea pot OG stuffed in a cookie jar Pull up, boy you better have the guap Im a doctor, give ya pussy ass a shot While you was on a hill, I was somewhere in the field Now Im working towards a billon, and Im living in the hills Tucked in my drawls, bitch I got the Tommy Hil- -figer if it sizzles, its a scary site, ew Pussy you be talking bout a bunch of nonsense Money all up on my conscience Latex, we can get it poppin Led Zeppelin, and you know how Im rocking Ridin with the mop, going up like a stock Whats up in my pocket? its a muthafucking knot Pull that bitch out make it rain on a thot My pistol got a dick, make it piss on a opp

Where ya ass was at, when we was climbing across the gates? Where ya ass was at, when we was in the grass waiting? Where ya ass was at then?, Now you here today Where ya ass was at, when the hood was going crazy? Where ya ass was at? Ion care, Ion know Where the cash at? Im coming to get it, yall know Where ya ass was at? couldnt see ya went ghost Where ya ass was at, when we was giving smoke? Where ya ass was at, when we was posted on the Front? Where ya ass was at, when we was on Lamron? Where ya ass was at, when we aint have a job? Where ya ass was at, when all my niggas had to rob? Where ya ass was at, like I was looking for ya? Where ya ass was at? I grab the TEC and bring it to ya On our mob shit, finna cut ya dick and feed it to ya Got a scope up on the choppa, it look up and see the fools Where ya ass was at, when grandma drove a school bus? Where ya ass was at, when mama was a booster? Where ya ass was at, when pops was a loser? Where ya ass was at, when my teacher said I couldnt do shit? Where ya ass was at, when I was stealing? Where ya ass was at, when I was drilling? Now I pull up in a foreign, off pilling I count the cash, to get my mind off drilling Where ya ass was at, when we was in the streets? It hit like a possum, running threw the streets Where ya ass was at, when we was taking D money? Make ya bitch say Oh my God, cause I get O-M-G money Roc-A-Fella, PPV money Where ya ass was at, when I was starting phenoms? Only time you ball, is like hair on LeBron Where ya ass was at, when they was giving me time? Where ya ass was at, when I was using coupons? Where ya ass was at, when we made his whole crew run? Where ya ass was at, like I was searching? You can get 45 shots, 5 Curtis Where ya ass was at, when I was using the same sheets? Coming back with all that Sosa, boy we want the same streets Im coming to get a billion, you gotta change streets It aint matter when I been, its where I aint be It aint matter when I been, its where I aint be Im legally blind, bitch, I cant see Im legally blind, bitch, I cant see Bang!, Bang Bang!

Cheeks, got your mag on you? Hold on, let me go grab mine Sosa, got your mag on you? I know you do, lets go Strapped, so Im acting like a a-hole Nigga, Im acting like a a-hole Strapped, so Im acting like a a-hole Nigga, Im acting like a a-hole Strapped Strapped Strapped Strapped Im smoking Tooka, so Im looking like a Asian You wake up turn yo Swag on, I wake up and turn my K on Im ruthless, naw baby I aint babe naw Niggas want gun play but shooting down the playground Move it I say bitch we on that fuu shit, who this? I say nigga we aint cool, bitch Me being a professional, break in your crib with a tooth pick, no new shit I just bought a house, with a pool shit Fuu shit Im on that Go get your bitch, get groovy I bruise it Beat that pussy up, and abuse it Nigga owe me money, up his ass goes the pool stick, we dos this We got movie clips, and news clips Top off the truck fuck all that Panoramic roof shit My mood shit, I just go by what my fucking mood is Mind steady telling me to kill them, then I do it My gun shouldve told me something, but I cant acuse it My mind I lose it, thats why Im always smoking tooka Your mind I shoot it, thats why I always hold my Ruger Im off a flat, fuck all that leaning with the toolie Im out West cooling, out West booling Call Lil Yae Yae, pistols automatic shooting That chopper make em nae nae, its an automatic movement My auto starting car, with my automatic toolie Nigga pull up on me, its a automatic shooting Strapped Strapped, so Im acting like a a-hole Nigga, Im acting like a a-hole Strapped, so Im acting like a a-hole Nigga, Im acting like a a-hole Strapped Strapped Strapped Strapped

I put ice all on my body, I put money all in my pocket I put square feet all in my house, got no reason to be rowdy Keep all them squares from round me, Master P boy is you bout it Roll past, came back around, they like Chief Sosa you clowning Eat all the green its so clean hoes think we downy Im flexing like Im Popeye, Krusty keep me clowning Ay, Im so damn ignorant I pulled out my ding-a-ling and start pee peeing My wrist look like pee My name is Keef Roll it up and chief the weed Im so high I dont know my damn A-B-Cs Count it out like one two three Four five six no these not Gs These hundred thousands bitch its legal Now my doors go up I remember stealing regals Im counting cash no Im not sleeping I aint sleeping till two weeks from next week This hoe gone fuck me cause my tweet And I only tweeted if she wife she get a treat I put ice all on my body, I put money all in my pocket I put square feet all in my house, got no reason to be rowdy Keep all them squares from round me, Master P boy is you bout it Roll past, came back around, they like Chief Sosa you clowning Eat all the green its so clean hoes think we downy Im flexing like Im Popeye, Krusty keep me clowning Ay, Im so damn ignorant I pulled out my ding-a-ling and start pee peeing I pulled out my dick and I peed In public, I dont care no fuck who sees My watch blinging it is freezing Its the reason why I aint hiding this heater I put the money with the money let it sing Sosa T-Pain let me buy you a drink I aint got to talk I hit her with that wink Then she start telling me her favorite colors pink When I was young my mom told me to go hard Now I am dancing with the stars I bought a lion then I turned it to a rug I bought a bear and I mixed it with some fox Its the reason why my leather is so soft I got python all up on my drawers I got satin all on my fucking sheets Diamonds in my Glo man no Jesus piece I put ice all on my body, I put money all in my pocket I put square feet all in my house, got no reason to be rowdy Keep all them squares from round me, Master P boy is you bout it Roll past, came back around, they like Chief Sosa you clowning Eat all the green its so clean hoes think we downy Im flexing like Im Popeye, Krusty keep me clowning Ay, Im so damn ignorant I pulled out my ding-a-ling and start pee peeing

Sosa, , Master P This shit dont make no sense Its like a movie, Im the director My lil nigga he They say what dont kill you make you stronger Niggas scared to fuck with us though! Ganja Ganja, I be smoking Ganja I gets lots of commas, and I can fuck yo momma Tote .30s no revolvers Flexing in the summer Riding in my Hummer, 24s vellanos Thumbing through the check Steady buying them tecs and shit I got no limit in the clip in my fn and I let it spit Ay Trel over here, he pull up in the whip Gotta lot of banana clips, fruity nigga dont get mixed I say bitch Im from Chiraq, we got more killers than Afghanistan O-block its just us, we the new Klux Klan All my boys knock hammers Now all of your niggas damaged Some of your boys wont make it From these 300 cannons bang This shit dont make no sense This shit dont make no sense This shit dont make no sense This shit dont make no sense I say this shit dont make no sense This payroll in my pocket This shit dont make no sense I say this shit dont make no sense This 100 in my clip This shit dont make no sense I say this shit dont make no sense bang In the jungle with killas Tell the streets that we made it Untouchable niggas, we was born to be hated Me and Sosa wont tell it, we get money together Hood niggas we eating and we die for whatever See they sacred of my niggas, they wouldnt give him a ride I said free C-Murder and we gonna ride for Trayvon Taking pictures in the hood, some of these niggas be snitches Pillow talking with hoes, while Im counting my riches Bad bitches we call it, Im on the block with my niggas Louie V on the pillows smoking weed with them killas Im a ride for my niggas now the world gone feel us Underrated by some, disputed by many This shit dont make no sense This shit dont make no sense This shit dont make no sense This shit dont make no sense I say this shit dont make no sense This payroll in my pocket This shit dont make no sense I say this shit dont make no sense This 100 in my clip This shit dont make no sense I say this shit dont make no sense bang This shit dont make no sense All the money all the bitches I get Ride high but my 40 ride low Its on my lap I dont tote it in the air I cant forget to flip and whip and make a pot Molly high you can see it in my eyes Give her dick cause I know she likes to ride And she fuck me anywhere at any time I make a hit she take a brick and break it down Stuff the brick and make my bitches wait in line Its nothing new cause boy I do this all the time And since I shoot she better knew to have mine This shit dont make no sense This shit dont make no sense This shit dont make no sense This shit dont make no sense I say this shit dont make no sense This payroll in my pocket This shit dont make no sense I say this shit dont make no sense This 100 in my clip This shit dont make no sense I say this shit dont make no sense bang

Its not a trick question, yeah Im smoking dope Walk through the door, get your camera phones Come through, mechanic shit, get your hammers on If you want a peace treat, call my cellular phone Its not a trick question, I dont fuck with opps I dont rock with cops, I send a bunch of shots Some cops be cool because they give me passes Doing 110 in my car, they like this nigga savage I got the Glock, Tony, Sosa Im Sammy Ima dog and a lion bitch, I aint Bambi Catch the bag like Randy, long as this money in it She told me that her pussy tight, I fit my Johnny it Fuck that bitch then Im dipping, yeah Im really pimping Ima Kobe Bryant, yous a Scottie Pippen I got my semi in it, the club in Philly with it Then I leave Philly with a bunch of silly bitches Tricks are for kids, you need a Doctor Kid Cause when Im done stitching your ass, dont let your mama see it In my 4K TV house, its a bunch of shit Come in here tryna hit a lick, commercial get a bunch of beats Im cooling with the stars in the sky Dont be fucking with my dogs cause they bite I hop out looking like some raw in the pipe Like its Memorials Day, got on all white I had a dream like Doctor King What can you bring to the table? I got lots of things I got Tommies, I got mobster things Come through like a janitor, we moping things Forensics come check it out, come in here wont make it out Like new clothes, I lay it out, boy fuck around, get aired out You play the shit off, I play it out You mumble the shit, nigga say it out Shoot your ass like a lil mud dog What the fuck you eating, nigga? Spit it out Pull up in a Hummer, looking for some mamas Know I aint gon fuck her, cause he looks like his mother His baby mama cumming, cumming on my Johnson Cause I be doing numbers, cause I be getting money Its not a trick question, what you a magician? I treat your block like a classroom, Im subbing it Put your face on some rims, bitch Im dubbing it Told you my pistol was celibate, dont fuck with it Im like a husky, youre like a puppy Im sipping muddy all day and night, Im Kid Cudi She got a buddy, and she tryna fuck me Take that baby home with his pacifier then suck me I got a blue pipe, it glow like blue lights Make your face camouflage, you got troops, right? This dope Im smoking on, it smoke like , right? You get it, thats a dope line in Chicago, all white Got a bitch named Moussi, she give me coochie This that Gucci, no this aint no Coogi Free Gucci, get hit with the Uzi Free T-Slick, he come through with the toolie Push your hairline, barber shop I got a Jordan shot, you shoot like Chris Bosh I was smoking, I was leaning, leaning hard I be leaning like Im standing on the balcony Bang

Ayy, ayy, ayy I gotta grab my gun cause bitches bussin outside Stay your ass up in the house aint nothin outside Pullin up with heavy artillery, bitch, Muslims outside Ayy, duhduhduh get low, bitch, they bussin outside Bussin, ayy Come through bussin Bitch they bussin My niggas come through bussin, for nothin They love bussin they love bussin Pop two flats now Im bussin Its me and Guwop pistol cussin, ayy Catch a opp we bussin, ayy He better be duckin He gone lose his life for nothin Cause my niggas love bussin, ayy And yall bitches love bussing, ayy They come through they bussin Then they get kicked out, man, ayy My house so big, ayy, ayy So I can fit all my kids, ayy, ayy Try them and Im bussin, ayy Ima find out where you live, ayy, ayy My niggas will come through bussin, ayy Outta caravans and trucks man, ayy Come through shoot shit up man Bakin shit like an oven Heats on us they hot man Thirty in this nin din come through poppin Like Crisco, I send shots man Come through light shit up like a helicopter over your block man Glo Gang, bitch we blitz this shit like John Madden Dart Gang, come through flippin shit like Jessie Jackson, ayy I am about my Ben Franklins and my frickin Jacksons, ayy And I got my pistol Imma flick it at you, ayy And Ima let it blow boy Dont be trying to cross me, tic tac toe boy, ayy Fifty thousand for a show boy I remember for five thousand you get poled boy I gotta grab my gun cause bitches bussin outside Stay your ass up in the house aint nothin outside Pullin up with heavy artillery, bitch, Muslims outside Ayy, duhduhduh get low, bitch, they bussin outside Bussin, ayy Come through bussin Bitch they bussin My niggas come through bussin, for nothin They love bussin they love bussin Pop two flats now Im bussin Catch a nigga lackin we gon run up on em We gon run up on em, put them guns up on em Smokin marijuana, this some stinky Ganja Bussin real hard and I cant remember What I got my steel for when I see you bussin Nigga, fuck Twitter wars, Ima see ya in public Yous a little boy, I can freak your mother Im wide awake but yall know when Im asleep its nothin Glock with me just to keep me company, ayy I cant trust a nigga for nothin, ayy Im always peeping somethin, ayy No, I aint bust for nothin

Check the stats, yeah we global now All the bitches wanna fuck now GBE bitch we hot forever Trust none I dont need niggas Check the stats, yeah we global now All the bitches wanna fuck now GBE bitch we hot forever Trust none I dont need niggas Im a savage so its fuck niggas Im 300, I dont trust niggas GBE forever, so its us niggas Im a don dont look to no nigga Known in this shit, we wussup nigga Barrel to his face, bitch him up quick Talk a lot of shit, let the Tecs rip Thirty in this clip, leave his chest wet Imma ball, yeah Im global now Im a star, I fuck whoever now Riding all foreign, aint no better I OTF, leave you left guy You aint shit when it come to I You fucken with my family, you prob die GBE yeah we hot forever Trust none I dont need niggas Check the stats, yeah we global now All the bitches wanna fuck now GBE bitch we hot forever Trust none I dont need niggas Check the stats, yeah we global now All the bitches wanna fuck now GBE bitch we hot forever Trust none I dont need niggas I got niggas, I dont need niggas I got money, I dont need bitches Smoking weed and its seedless On my dick, that bitch teasin I spend money for no reason And all I rock is double G shit All my niggas is some demons We fuck these niggas womens Keep some niggas with me thats gone blow the gun And since they buckin at your shoulders, better run GBE, bitch I made us global now He talkin drunk, cobra leave him sober now Couple racks on me, yeah Im flexin Hundred shots in this clip techin Chopper slam his ass like wrestlin Savage shit, we teach this niggas lessons Check the stats, yeah we global now All the bitches wanna fuck now GBE bitch we hot forever Trust none I dont need niggas Check the stats, yeah we global now All the bitches wanna fuck now GBE bitch we hot forever Trust none I dont need niggas

Uh, ah Man, you aint no booty call Im not, babe Ight then, its 3AM, what you—, what you calling for? Its not, its 2, its 2 Come on, man Nah, I aint no booty callin nigga, dont call me I got til 3, I got til 3 I aint no dick call, bitch What? You said, “I aint no dick call” Haha Choppa shoot the loudest Choppa shoot the loudest Choppa shoot the loudest Choppa hit the target Choppa shoot the loudest Choppa shoot the loudest Choppa shoot the loudest Choppa hit the target Type of young nigga thats sliming you out Type of young nigga keep that in a drought Only keep diamonds inside of my mouth, gang Type of young nigga keep sticks in the cut Type of young nigga send packages out Eatin the dust when the boys pop out Yeah, I told my guys lets get it with no doubt Im in a Lambo where foreigns pull out Had to relocate, I just bought a house She slide and I hit it, now she need a towel My baby, she bad, I go the extra mile Dont hear what you sayin, bitch, Im off the loud And she do not want me cause I been around, yeah I got gas up in my pocket, I got gas up in the air Trip gon send that boy to Heaven, Im gon send that boy to hell She just asked me how Im doin, I told her, Im doin well If you really thinkin that you like that, told em to pull up and do it again Do it again, yeah, told em to do it again, yeah Said that Im doin her friend, do it again, yeah Told her to do it again, yeah Told her to do it again, yeah Choppa shoot the loudest Choppa shoot the loudest Choppa shoot the loudest Choppa hit the target Choppa shoot the loudest Choppa shoot the loudest Choppa shoot the loudest Choppa hit the target Type of young nigga thats sliming you out Type of young nigga keep that in a drought Only keep diamonds inside of my mouth, gang Type of young nigga keep sticks in the cut Type of young nigga send packages out Eatin the dust when the boys pop out Type of young nigga wide body the Lambo Type of young nigga spent it all on ammo Type of young nigga with the all black camo Type of young nigga that chased down famo Type of young nigga send fifty on Venmo Type of young nigga that sense a scandal Type of young nigga wear Moncler sandals Type of young nigga backyard where the sand be And I got them tools like Im handy Type of young nigga got deals like Wendys Type of young nigga Trackhawks and semis Type of young nigga took off on the enemy Like Ketchum cant catch em We catch em, then stretch em When we pull up, you better step up, you say you steppin I done grew up and seen all type of shit happen I just spent it all and get Morgan, Im captain Where Im from, the school dont call granny, aint know I was absent Now Im at the show, where I got white bitches flashin Heard he was talkin crazy, so I am not dappin him Told foenem, 20K when I see him, Im smackin him We dont fuck with opposites, bitch, we dont fuck with antonyms Ride with a bunny rabbit made me feel like Eminem Choppa shoot the loudest Choppa shoot the loudest Choppa shoot the loudest Choppa hit the target Choppa shoot the loudest Choppa shoot the loudest Choppa shoot the loudest Choppa hit the target Type of young nigga thats sliming you out Type of young nigga keep that in a drought Only keep diamonds inside of my mouth, gang Type of young nigga keep sticks in the cut Type of young nigga send packages out Eatin the dust when the boys pop out

I can be walking and still run this shit I can be sitting and still stand this shit I can be sleep and still plan this shit You can be Debo, whos gonna get the hit You can keep the roses bitch its guns & dreads You can keep the fire hoses, when this gun get you wet I gotta bankroll and it got 100s in that I dont got a opinion, I got 100s and facts, yeah Aye lil nigga wheres the money You thought I was a lil dummy? I got association with money These niggas be super corny These niggas be stupid lying These niggas is super funny I aint gotta wait in line, the doorman was waiting for me Told that bitch you wasting time All that talking aint saying nothing Aye holmes why you got a 9? All that talk aint spraying nothing Bitch told me I blow her mind She say she cant wait to touch me But shes on another time She say she cant wait to fuck me I was riding down vine, going fast and sipping muddy Sipping all this damn drank I dont gotta piss or nothing If you cannot fix your mouth my boys come through fix yo tummy More Sosa, less Tony You can come and meet my buddy Im riding with my buddy sipping muddy Smoking stinky, bitches love me call my phone Wanna fuck me, wanna touch me, wanna love me Sosa aint got time for lovey dovey I can be walking and still run this shit I can be sitting and still stand this shit I can be sleep and still plan this shit You can be Debo, whos gonna get the hit You can keep the roses bitch its guns & dreads You can keep the fire hoses, when this gun get you wet I gotta bankroll and it got 100s in that I dont got a opinion, I got 100s and facts, yeah I got 100s and facts, 100s and Macs 100s and Tecs I got 100s and 20s, 100s and 50s I know that I got sauce but I dont eat spaghetti Reese says Im riding round with Ashley Spinelli You like Pac up in Juice I be how Nas be in Belly Got 15 for a show hell nah thats too petty Its getting hot in here but I do not be with Nelly I know I dont speak English bitch, all I speak is Fetty I aint never lackin bitch all I be is ready Yo bitch aint tryna go she get that boot, call her Betty I aint finna call that bitch no Uber, call a Taxi The Police hate Chief Keef, I swear they just wanna snatch me They ran up in my house grabbed me, swear I wasnt ready But Chief Keef aint police If I could then I would blast em But the law wont let me judge gon try and give me 50 I can be walking and still run this shit I can be sitting and still stand this shit I can be sleep and still plan this shit You can be Debo, whos gonna get the hit You can keep the roses bitch its guns & dreads You can keep the fire hoses, when its gon getchu wet I gotta bankroll and it got 100s in that I dont got a opinion, I got 100s and facts, yeah

Sosa, baby Blood Gang, baby Sit Gang, baby Fifth Gang, baby Get It Gang, baby Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Do I want to freak you? Yes I got my heater, yes Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Im getting commas, yes Im riding foreigns, yes I can fuck your mama, yes It aint nothing, mane Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Baby, do I love you? No, no, no, no, no But where you tryna go, go, go, go, go? Benihanas, Wokcanos, no, no, no, no Girl, we gon take it slow, slow, slow, slow, slow Girl, my sex is like yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I swear its the best, best, best, best, best Girl, its gon leave you stressed, stressed, stressed, stressed, stressed When I hop up out that wet, wet, wet, wet, wet You know how Im rocking, tweet, beat, skeet then delete She french kiss the D like oui, oui, oui, oui and the oui At the restaurant, I eat, eat, eat, eat and I eat When we get home, she eat, eat, eat, eat Chinese Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Do I want it freaky? Yes I got my heater, yes Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Im getting commas, yes Im riding foreigns, yes I can fuck your mama, yes It aint nothing, mane Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Im driving fast, she like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Baby, I dont drive slow, ow, ow, ow, ow Dont care bout running from the po, wow, wow, po-po Is you gon ride? Is you gon roll, wow, wow, wow, wow? She like eating Wonton and she like to wine and dine Baby, I aint got the time, tried to tell it, I went blind Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Do I want it freaky? Yes I got my heater, yes Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Im getting commas, yes Im riding foreigns, yes I can fuck your mama, yes It aint nothing, mane Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Ayy Ayy, Mike Will Fuck should we do wit these niggas, man? Okay, okay, put him in the trunk  Put him in the forest, change his name to Gump Soon as I let the window down, you gon smell the skunk Legendary, write my name in Rosetta Stone Yeah, you got a chain, but you a punk Yeah, I got a pump, Ill let it rock like punk Four pair of triple Ss, bitch, you gettin stomped Speedin in the foreign, pockets holdin all the humps Young rich homie, but I dont know that nigga Quan Neck on lagoon, boy, your shit be on pond Snakes in the grass when we stompin on the lawn Been a bad boy, bitch, I feel like Martin Lawrence And Im gettin head in a foreign, where Im goin? Gettin a massage in a foreign while Im drivin All black truck, that bitch look like Im hidin Took her to the hood and she mumbled, Niggas savage Nigga, get a farm and get some cabbage Nigga, get a farm and get some cabbage Nigga, get a farm and get some cabbage Nigga, get a farm and get some cabbage I be trying to break my bad habits Diamonds singin on a bitch like Lenny Kravitz Put you to a end like some credits Chopper put you up like a status When I pull up, you know Im swaggin He actin like a killer, nigga braggin Somebody tell security, let the bag in Walk up in the club, get the backend They wont even know a nigga packin I might be high, but I aint lackin Flame a little blunt, dont stressin Gotta have the lead cause bitches sketchy Four years probation, judge petty Oh, you think you got me? Lets get it Knock, knock, knock, bitch, its FedEx They can read about you on Reddit Ill put your life on Amazon Hoppin out the Dawn like Ive been a don Niggas always sour like vinegar Im trying to fit five, six bitches in the car Im trying to fit five, six bitches in the car Niggas always sour like vinegar Im trying to fit five, six bitches in the car Bitch, Im on Saturn, bout to eat the moon She wont only eat the dick, the bitch will eat a shroom Spider webbin hoes, we gon need a broom Its 12 AM, but you wont see the noon Bitch, Ive been a goon, I dont need a gun How you ride through my hood and you aint see the guns? Make the stick breakdance, I dont need no tunes Tell your bitch, Hey, baby, go in either room Lets get it Pull up to the county, tell em, Free the goons You always sad, Im watching fuckin sea bloom Tell em, Sip the red in the green room Crazy ass sandals at a cookout Security ass nigga, be a lookout Where George at? Im slidin to the Bush house Act like I was east when it went south Four piece on my neck, feel like Harolds Sosa, is you straight? Yeah, Im narrow Tell Robin Hood to sharpen up my arrows Have my bitch beat a bitch, red sparrow And Im havin more stripes than a shelltoe I be smokin more trees than a Timberland Hang him off a tree if I catch Zimmerman Let his ass die, bitch, fuck the ambulance Let his ass die, bitch, fuck the ER Ill drive a smart car through a street war Man, these niggas suckin dick for some PR, ayy You got a drum, I got a drum, lets have a beat war Blue jeans, gray jeans, lets have a jean war Nigga, you need to close your eyes, youve never seen war Man, Im fucked up, ridin with that Glock docked Make the gang beat your ass, bitch, Im Papa Doc Squally ass nigga, nigga, you a copper cop When my locksmith pull up and pop a lock Posed to cock and pop, pussy, but you popped and dropped And my son a fucking prince like he with Rap-A-Lot Bang Bang Bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Yeah Skrrt Beat it Cop Squally Pop it And drop it

They call me Gucci the Don, the best that ever did it Im dressed in Louis Vuitton, they say I overspend it I just got out on a bond, they know I got the millies And if I lift up my arm then it get really chilly Ring cost a pretty penny, they say I’m getting skinny But there ain’t nothing skinny bout Gucci but them things on my Bentley The center of attention I got a new invention It cost me 95 thou, but it’s only five inches I got on 95’s now and I’m counting up five millies And if you snitching then nigga you need to stay your distance I was worth two mill when I went and bought that Bart Simpson Done fucked with so many women I need to start pimping Start pimping, I need to start pimping Done fucked with so many women I need to start pimping Start pimping, I need to start pimping Done fucked with so many women I need to start pimping I need to start pimping Hoes think I’m a pimp cause I walk with a limp No, the pistol on my hip, that’s why I walk with a limp Water your block, disguised like a pimp Squeeze this trigger, bullets bust a nigga’s pimple I am Glo Gang, and Im a champ Caught your thot like pimp Chop come through and slam, niggas Duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh, blam, niggas! I ain’t worried bout nothing niggas Scooterska-scooterska damn, nigga 30 up in this damn nigga Rugerda-rugerda ham nigga Killer season like Cam, nigga Don’t disrespect like Pam, nigga Come through your block, fuck Pam nigga Bullets stick to a nigga’s damn liver Crip walk I cant Ay, blood gang I am Start pimping, I need to start pimping Done fucked with so many women I need to start pimping Start pimping, I need to start pimping Done fucked with so many women I need to start pimping I need to start pimping Start pimping, I need to start pimping Done fucked with so many women I need to start pimping Start pimping, I need to start pimping Done fucked with so many women I need to start pimping I need to start pimping

Young Chop on the beat Sosa baby, Blood gang baby, Sit gang baby Chopsquad-Chopsquad-Chopsquad-Chopsquad Ayy, Get It Gang baby Know Im rockin cut off stockings Keep kush in my pockets All designer, get your grind up Member posted the block stealing Hondas Now I ride foreigns and Tonkas, stuntin Member when I aint have no money Now I get money, get money Get money, get money , get money, get money Get money, get money, get money, get money Get money, get money, get money, ayy, ayy Get money, get money, get money I wear Moncler, Louis, Gucci, Im stuntin And my pants, they filled with money I saw your bitch she want me, she want me, she want me She on me, she on me, she on me I like blue cheese, blue cheese with my chicken and onions I pull em out my pocket and Im stuntin Im talking bout them hundreds, them hundreds, them hundreds Im stuntin, Im stuntin, its nothin You got your Louis, where your cake? Got your Gucci, where your cake? You aint got no cake, its okay, its okay All I gotta say, go rob and get the cake Cause If I can make it, you can make it any day, ayy Member posted the block stealing Hondas Now I ride foreigns and Tonkas, stuntin Member when I aint have no money Now I get money, get money Get money, get money , get money, get money Get money, get money , get money , get money Get money, get money , get money , ayy, ayy Get money, get money , get money I wear Nike, Truey, when I aint on nothing And Im always moving gathering something She say Im the only, the only, the only But Im smart and I know she stuntin Baby, is it cause Im blingin, Im blingin? Im shinin, Im stuntin I pull up fresh like Im going to luncheon I feel like Im the only, the only one in here, stuntin And if I didnt this shit wouldnt be funkin All I know get money get money get money, ayy That money, need more, Im gon find it If you aint getting money, what you doing? I swear I be on that money ball shit Member posted the block stealing Hondas Now I ride foreigns and Tonkas , stuntin Member when I aint have no money Now I get money, get money Get money, get money , get money , get money Get money, get money , get money , get money Get money, get money, get money , ayy, ayy Get money, get money, get money

Green light, green light, green light, green light, green light Girl, you know I get that yellow light, yeah, that slow money Yellow bitch, bright white snow bunny Bang, bang, bang Green light, green light I mixed it up, at first, it was clean Sprite Yeah, I get that green light, go money Girl, you know I get that yellow light, yeah, that slow money Yeah, I get that green light, green light I get stop sign money, kill you bout my money Green light, green light, green light Yeah, I get that green light money I was ridin with my beam Going fast, I done spilled the lean Syrup like some Redbull, I think I got wings Then I pop a flat, bitch this coffee got the cream I pull up on yo block everybody wanna greet I hop up out the car, everybody want to meet Chief Keef But do you got the cheese, do you got the fees Knock you out, sting like a bumblebee Mike Tyson Countin on this white man His bitch gave me head and I liked it, Katy Perry Got milk?, bitch Im a dairy You be telling tales, yous a fairy Green light, green light I mixed it up, at first, it was clean Sprite Yeah, I get that green light, go money Girl, you know I get that yellow light, yeah, that slow money Yeah, I get that green light, green light I get stop sign money, kill you bout my money Green light, green light, green light Yeah, I get that green light money All I talk is money, ughhhh Im Master P Bad bitches on me, ughhhh you after me Dope got me coughin, ughhhh its nasty Cause you aint getting money Whaah, you mad at me When the money call gone At the yellow light I never go slow At the red light I run fuck the pos Yeah you damn right, I dont care if they pull me over I hit the club fuck the line, bitch Im Chief Diddy Blackhawks pride, got the Chiefs with me Boy you you know these hoes aint loyal, think I got CB with me I be eatin all day, I got my teeth with me Green light, green light I mixed it up, at first, it was clean Sprite Yeah, I get that green light, go money Girl, you know I get that yellow light, yeah, that slow money Yeah, I get that green light, green light I get stop sign money, kill you bout my money Green light, green light, green light Yeah, I get that green light money

Gang, squad Aint gon lie, Im squad and Im gang, they the same thing, feel me? King of Chicago once again, shout out Sosa Remember My Name, pussy Gang, gang Nigga we aint goin I just made 200 off tourin Bang, bang, bang Bang, nigga, bang, gang, nigga, bang Im an OTF boy recruit Finna pull up to the zoo, nigga Loose nigga, free my nigga Zoo, he a loose screw Shoot nigga, we dont give a fuck, who is you, nigga? Food nigga, run up on Durk, he gon lose, nigga Aye, 3K on the shoe, ho Pussy nigga softer than some NuVo I just took his brain, faneto I just hit a stain, faneto Aye, aye, aye, gang, gang, gang, aye, aye, faneto World around, they say they snatchin Lil Durks chain I be on Normal with 30s yellin gang Bitch I terrify my city, nothin changed Twitter niggas throwin emojis by my name Bitch Im ridin through the opps Finna go and shoot Young Money up Grease my trigger finger, it aint stuck I just told Kendall Jenner, can I fuck? Aint no gang like my gang and they know South By SouthWest, I aint goin Hit the stage with Meek Milly at his show He got Nicki , I just want me Dej Loaf Th-thirty on me, steady bumpin at the opps Niggas hate I got my city shit on lock I dont like Rugers, I like Glocks Niggas mad Im steady screamin, Free my pops We gon take some down, Faneto Gang I just told my lawyer, Beat that case Call all the promoters, I need that change Run up on his ass, I need that face Gang in this bitch We snatchin chains in this bitch Shout out Sosa, man, shout out to the whole 300 movement May 12th, Remember My Name, the album droppin man You know, they know Im on this shit Ima fuck somethin up, man Take something down gang OTF gang, 300 gang, OBLOCK Hit a stain, faneto Aye this my city, nigga Aint any competition

Catch up! Bang 2! Catch up! Bang 2! I be off the shits, cant shit upset me I come through in my Rari, kickin shit like Jet Li Hop in my Bentley, please do not tempt me I come through in my Audi, choppin shit like Jet Li She see my neck piece now she wanna molest me And Ima let her do it, Break a bitch like Jet Li Jet Li, yeah bitch Jet Li If that bitch dont respect me, I kick that bitch like Jet Li My life a movie, Kung Fu movie, that bitch dont wanna do me I kick that bitch like Bruce Lee Im with Chelsea, smoking on this QP And if she dont do me I kick that bitch like Bruce Lee She gon regret me, regret that she aint let me Kickin bitches to the curb, to the curb, Jet Li She see my earpiece, my wrist piece, my neck piece Johnny Dang ice on, he choppin shit like Jet Li I be off the shits, cant shit upset me I come through in my Rari, kickin shit like Jet Li Hop in my Bentley, please do not tempt me I come through in my Audi, choppin shit like Jet Li She see my neck piece now she wanna molest me And Ima let her do it, Break a bitch like Jet Li Jet Li, yeah bitch Jet Li If that bitch dont respect me, I kick that bitch like Jet Li Im in the club, QP of that Cali Kush Im known for doing stunts, bitches think Im Back then bought it cause it missed my And even though Im worth a milli, Gucci still get ya East Atlanta bunking, you can set a six in it Bitches starin in the car, how I pop nigga So many cars, cant fit all in my garage nigga This drop top Rarri make me think that Im Chuck Norris nigga I be off the shits, cant shit upset me I come through in my Rari, kickin shit like Jet Li Hop in my Bentley, please do not tempt me I come through in my Audi, choppin shit like Jet Li She see my neck piece now she wanna molest me And Ima let her do it, Break a bitch like Jet Li Jet Li, yeah bitch Jet Li If that bitch dont respect me, I kick that bitch like Jet Li

Bang Dat loud Dat loud, dat loud, dat loud Dat loud Dat loud, dat loud, dat loud, dat loud, dat loud Dat loud, dat loud, dat loud, dat loud, dat loud Dat loud, dat loud, dat loud, dat loud, dat loud Bang, ayy Chief Sosa love smoking on loud Im in my Rari smoking on loud I hear shawty she screaming loud She loud, she loud, she loud My boys tote Desert Eagle, they loud So boy you best watch your mouth Got hunnid shots cause we gun you down Guns go bow, go bow, go bow I pull off on that bitch Im so loud And what Im smoking on Im so loud Shawty know how Sosa get down Chief Sosa gon cum in her mouth Damn boy, your pockets so, so slim Man, I cant be up in that jam Watch Chief Sosa ball break the rim We got lots of clips make us film 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 Chief Sosa love smoking on loud Im in my Rari smoking on loud I hear shawty she screaming loud She loud, she loud, she loud My boys tote Desert Eagle, they loud So boy you best watch your mouth Got hunnid shots cause we gun you down Guns go bow, go bow, go bow You know me and Chief Sosa off loud Every time we come to your town We smoke dope bitch and we smoke off that pound We got choppers and I swear they so loud Sneak diss us and we come to your town Pull up in a Rari so loud All the bad bitches be going wow Every time we come around They be like Ballout and Sosa so wild Is it cause we smoke so much loud? We at the top bitch and we aint coming down Ballout, Ballout, Ballout Chief Sosa love smoking on loud Im in my Rari smoking on loud I hear shawty she screaming loud She loud, she loud, she loud My boys tote Desert Eagle, they loud So boy you best watch your mouth Got hunnid shots cause we gun you down Guns go bow, go bow, go bow

Sosa Its been a pleasure, my nigga Bang 2 300 OBlock Glory Boyz Commission, we gone Smokin dope gotta fight out the hard way Dont make us make you find out the hard way Bitch we do it the smart way Bitch Im Oblock and I do it the squad way Bitch its the hard way or the squad way And bitch we love the hard way Dont make us start spray in broad day Leave a opp brains in they hallways I put 30 seconds on my beat, and I be so high, so damn high that you cant see, and I be chiefin keef, and these bitches love Chief Keef Cause he keep a couples Gs, got LVs and double Gs My LVs aint make believe, double Gs a couple Gs Nigga must be drinkin lean if he think he can fuck with me I sting like a bumble bee, and this shit aint nothing to me And I fucked lotta hoes, man, a bitch ain’t nothing to me Smokin dope gotta fight out the hard way Dont make us make you find out the hard way Bitch we do it the smart way Bitch Im Oblock and I do it the squad way Bitch its the hard way or the squad way And bitch we love the hard way Dont make us start spray in broad day Leave a opp brains in they hallways

We aint done yet, we got so many classics for the streets Sosa give it to em nigga Dope so good, they put they foot in it, they couldnt have Im flexin boy, wife that bitch, I wouldnt have Baby say Im handsome, girl you shouldnt have Check my pockets, Ben Franklin my other half Niggas always talkin bout what they couldve did Man these niggas always talkin bout what they shouldve did And what they wouldve did and what they couldve did I dont give a fuck you shouldve did it I got some niggas in the cut thatll shot you dead And they gon do you big They shot you cause you made the wrong move and you knew you did Niggas say they smokin loud they smoke stupid mids Man, these niggas always run they mouth like some stupid kids As she put my dick in her mouth, I leave that lil hoochie scared Cause I cant trust her, try to set me up, Ima shot the stupid bitch Dope so good, they put they foot in it, they couldnt have Im flexin boy, wife that bitch, I wouldnt have Baby say Im handsome, girl you shouldnt have Check my pockets, Ben Franklin my other half Niggas always talkin bout what they couldve did Man these niggas always talkin bout what they shouldve did

Aye, Aye, bang bang, gang Aye, aye, gang, fuckin loose screw I used to hang on the deck Aye, bang bang, bang, bang bang bang nigga Gang nigga, gang nigga, gang gang Car color soo woo Seats same color crip Ima do me or do you Cause I got this thang on my hip Baby Im a fuckin loose screw Cause I used to hang on the deck All these fuckin niggas fufu Im flexin from my chain to my wrist Bling bling, bling bling, bling nigga, aye, aye Im smokin on that fuckin TuTu With a fuckin bang on my hip Walk up on me, I do you Aint shit change over here But my address and my jewels All I do is blang over here All the rims on the truck or my coupe All I do is switch lanes over here Hop up in that fuckin soo woo Then I go and hang with the crips Hop up in that fuckin Blues Clues But bitch, its Blood Gang over here Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Blood nigga Car color soo woo Seats same color crip Ima do me or do you Cause I got this thang on my hip Baby Im a fuckin loose screw Cause I used to hang on the deck All these fuckin niggas fufu Im flexin from my chain to my wrist Bling bling nigga, nigga, bling bling nigga, Blood Gang Bang with the gang, gang bang gang All I do is blang, look at my wrist Big Tymers bling bling I done named my son your highness, bitch thats a young king name Pull up in that thing, whats her name Trunk go wang wang, gang gang Catch you at the light, that gun go bang bang, bang bang Pull up in that ride in the left lane lane, lane lane Baby Imma fire on that flames flames, flames flames All I do is get higher bitch, Im coolin with the rain rain Chopper bullets make em rain, rain Pull up in that all red gang stang All with that money up in my veins gang Pussy stay in back cuz you cant hang with gang Car color soo woo Seats same color crip Ima do me or do you Cause I got this thang on my hip Baby Im a fuckin loose screw Cause I used to hang on the deck All these fuckin niggas fufu Im flexin from my chain to my wrist Bling bling nigga, gang

Aye man, you know how Im rockin You know what Im sayin, cutoff stockings All designer man getcho grind up you know I got a Breightling for the timer that aint nun new, you know what Im sayin But all these motherfuckin Margiela shoes I bought Is for me cappin you know what Im saying? Im Cappin shoes cost about 10 Hunnid dollar bills and Im riding in that nasty Dragin, racin in traffic Bitches say they bad bitches, weak bitches average Im Cappin Cap Cap Cap Im cappin Blood Cap This for Blood and Cap Blood and Cap, this for Blood and Cap This for Cap this for Blood, ridin round with my thud G-L-O G-A-N-G we not with that giving up Dont expect me to give you hug Bullets coming fill you up Oreo Double Stuffed, Nigga get yo feelings hurt Boy, I got that Pizza Hut, Giordanos which one you want? Get that Grezielda Blanco like Aye, lil Pablo where da fuck ya goin? In the club froze I bought the bar I dont even want it I dont drink no alcohol I be drinking that lean Im snoring Im Cappin shoes cost about 10 Hunnid dollar bills and Im riding in that nasty Dragin, racin in traffic Bitches say they bad bitches, weak bitches average Im Cappin Cap Cap Cap Im cappin Blood Cap This for Blood and Cap Blood and Cap, this for Blood and Cap Gambino grab my meat roll Aye Tadoe grab my K doe Aye Justo make sure Benji straight, folks think he in Barbados Niggas wanna try me let the K blow Wtf Chief Sosa waiting for? Got pink birds lookin like Flamingos She dust my shoes off like Im Fabo Keep racks in my pockets everyday tho Inna cap center and Im Cappin spending all the play-doh Choppa have him boppin like he dancin with Kemo Off the car lot Im smashing Im riding like an A-hole Remember on the block shooting up niggas Limos Now my birthday is every damn day tho Wonder how I got the racks in my jeans? Cause I be working every day tho Im Cappin shoes cost about 10 Hunnid dollar bills and Im riding in that nasty Dragin, racin in traffic Bitches say they bad bitches, weak bitches average Im Cappin Cap Cap Cap, Im cappin Blood Cap This for Blood and Cap, Blood and Cap, this for Blood and Cap

Ooooooh, what the fuck? This bitch made my spill my muhfucking cup! Take it out, stuff it Half ounce, fuck it This track bitch, you love it Already fucking That aint straight drop, thats Tussin That fake ice, tuck it Cause this bling on me bussing Believe that, trust it Balling real hard, I aint hooping nigga Fall in love bitch, I aint Cupid nigga I get money, get stupid figures Got your gun but you aint shooting nigga Hit a nigga pockets like a goofy, nigga Blue Robbins jeans with the Ruger, nigga Just copped a Porsche, real coupes nigga Hit a few blocks acting foolish nigga Smoking on the dope, got a toolie with us Smoking on the thoinks, got a cutie with us All my niggas solid, no fruity niggas And Im getting guap, still shooting niggas Shawty bounce her ass like Im Juvie nigga Shawty bounce her ass like Im Juvie nigga In this bitch, we gon make a movie nigga In this bitch, we gon make a movie nigga Niggas steady talking that tough shit Me and gang be on that fuck shit This car Im whipping be on that rough shit Kentucky Derby, we on that dust shit You want something nigga, meet me at the function Dont make your bitch meet me at the dungeon All this muhfucking designer on me Fuck around, thought I was up in London Drive the car like its muhfucking stuntman Shoot the ball like Im muhfucking Kobe Shoot the pistol like Im muhfucking Odee Ice on me, got me colder than a polar And the dope got me higher than a solar In that thang, switching lanes like a bowler Crack the window then tropical aroma Imma smack the Barts skatin, call me Homer Top of the world, in my penthouse Just fucked yo bitch, kicked yo bitch out Just took me a quick shower It aint even been an hour Counting this money up Know I had to run it up Hopped out to get some cups Hellcat, still running bruh Hellcat, we just copped new Jeeps Rims sitting higher than a dually Trap spot got like two or three Hit my phone if you need a few Ps In the strip club serving QPs New jeans cost me bout two keys Keep the ranch sauce, smoke the blue cheese Keep the ranch sauce, smoke the blue cheese If I rob the bank I take the Nemos If I hit yo block I take the venom Bitch you know I got the more than nice meatrolls I got more tools than Home Depot Hit yo block going crazy, call me Cee-Lo Seagull what I name Desert Eagle Ima decock when I reload Wrist looking zero below Rolling round this bitch in a pea coat Having me some steak on pico Shells catch a nigga like Chico Folks knock em out like Deebo Pockets on full like tito Looking bossed up, might catch the R.I.C.O Green on me, young eco First twenty hit ya, now I gotta reload Hit the back if you need dope smoke Sending shawty thats only 16 Sell ya what you want with the 44 Stop, do not try to run off Tell him go, he gon let the gun off And this shit, real clear like Smirnoff On the phone with the plug talking bird talk

Now the bitch she want a tissue and she thought it was a tissue She say she got some issues and she thought I was gone listen Rolled up this bitch, this bitch thought it was a fisker, aye Unofficial aye Boy you unofficial, smoking loud, you smoking whisper Went and got the bitch I rolled, thought she was a misses She went and got the bitch, rolled up, thought, it was a physical Sat his ass down in my office then dismissed him He say he wanna smoke, I wanna fuck his sister She think cause Ima Leo that Ima kiss her Told the bitch kiss my dick then I had to dismiss her Boy, you unofficial, I be smoking loud, you smoking whisper Went to get yo sister, rolled up, she thought it was a physical Sosa why you always shitting, Im official, its the tissue Call the plug man up for the dope to dismiss her Bitch say she gotta issue and she think that Ima listen My wrist look like Im whipping in the kitchen with the chickens Put the pounds in the trap back and Olinda do the dishes I got straight hot shit, a nigga come up in the kitchen My sister gonna be a lawyer so her ass gone go to college Just in case I get in trouble, run into some fucking problems Riding in the passenger seat is a rocket launcher Ima serve a nigga up, Benihana right in front Im cooling, counting money, getting top, smoking Aiki I pull up, get the money, yeah bitch more than likely The bitch hit me say she got her friends and they dikey Im like a new toy, these hoes wanna try me Pull up, riding fast now Im riding from the Aiki Always talkin bout pull up cause I pull up daily Come get yo bitch, come get yo sister cause they hot like Sosa Saying Ima take this shit back bitch call me Sosa Baby Whats up in the chopper, bitch its Jojo and K-Ci Cause it sing like an opera, 20 shots leave me 80 Since I got these bitches, I swear I be going crazy Bitch Im grown as fuck I act like I was born in the 80s I got shooters in LA, I got some up in the Little Haiti We got choppers like Nigeria, choppers like Jamaica Im a dread shaker, youd think Sosa was Jamaican Let me roll up this tooka cause I been tripping lately Sat his ass down in my office then dismissed him He say he wanna smoke, I wanna fuck his sister She think cause Ima Leo that Ima kiss her Told the bitch kiss my dick then I had to dismiss her Boy, you unofficial, I be smoking loud, you smoking whisper Went to get yo sister, rolled up, she thought it was a physical Sosa why you always shitting, Im official, its the tissue Call the plug man up for the dope to dismiss her Sent some niggas down yo chimney like Santa Claus with gifts When it comes to the chopper bitch all about the gift Light shit up like Christmas, what the fuck is on yo wishlist Gloing be the money, downfall be the bitches Ima Christian, fuck with Buddha, you a Jew thats religion Balmains when Im on some baller shit, Im true to my religion Nigga explaining the story he say that bitch aint try to kiss me Im like that bitch did kiss you, why the fuck you got the hickey Im counting on the fetty and Im smoking on the pissy Have my i8 sports car fucking on yo hemi Smoking Christmas trees, bitch had thought it was a fucking 5th Im doing 12 oclock on Banshees if Im slidin up to Philly You aint know her, man she is a stunt 4-wheeler Hop out my car look how Im stunting on a nigga Im count this money, cant be counting no niggas Look at all this money, you just pouting lil nigga Sat his ass down in my office then dismissed him He say he wanna smoke, I wanna fuck his sister She think cause Ima Leo that Ima kiss her Told the bitch kiss my dick then I had to dismiss her Boy, you unofficial, I be smoking loud, you smoking whisper Went to get yo sister, rolled up, she thought it was a physical Sosa why you always shitting, Im official, its the tissue Call the plug man up for the dope to dismiss her

Goddamn bitch Bang bang, how much you want thought? Just fucked, I dont feel em over How much he got? Im gone though Tell that nigga call my phone though Come through beating 30s like some congos This nigga better hope my gun broke I need a pint how much you want though? He better want 6hunchoz I got pulled over doing a huncho Off a hundred blunts pockets filled of hunchoz Im off the dope, I’m out in public Walk in the mall like fuck it I buy everything I wanna Cause I remember when I couldnt Well now I got them hunchoz Money long, like Rapunzel hair You think you got them hunchoz Believe me boy, you dont even want to go there Glock 17 so rare Shoot your ass dead, in your ear Come through blowin shit down, CONAIR Im goin crazy like my auntie Sonya How much he got? Im gone though Tell that nigga call my phone though Come through beating 30s like some congos This nigga better hope my gun broke I need a pint how much you want though? He better want 6hunchoz I got pulled over doing a huncho Off a hundred blunts pockets filled of hunchoz

Baby A-L-M-I-G-H-T-Y S-O-S-A Baby you know that Im that guy 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 Got 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 be crowned and shit But baby Im Almighty So I ball like Im the Mavs and shit Clip too long Got my guns showing I love 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

Glo Gang GGP Cut off stockings, keep kush in my pockets Sosa on the beat Way before my raps, man, I knew how to swag She say she aint callin back no more, Im glad Got my Maisons on with the Trues to match I dont watch the tag, it dont matter, clerk, give me that Im the biggest flexer, Im your dad Im gon teach you niggas how to flex and how to swag, swag school Im gon teach you niggas how to pass Aston with them Shantis on, Ima teach you how to drive, hey Im gettin money, got a lot of niggas mad, though My cash up and you sad cause your cash low Aint talkin T-Pain but Im Fifty with that cash flow Im flexin like Im George, Griselda Blanco, Im a asshole Ding-ding, bitch, my engine where the ass go And my shit so old, I put my bags up where the gas go TNT, no TMT, I got that cash, though I flex for Blood, so Im in this bitch with all my chains on Little girl, who you thought aint put no ring on? Get some Harolds, I will get you some to slang on In the party with my pistol like Im J-Ro And if a nigga play wrong, then Im gon put my K on Way before my raps, man, I knew how to swag She say she aint callin back no more, Im glad Got my Maisons on with the Trues to match I dont watch the tag, it dont matter, clerk, give me that Im the biggest flexer, Im your dad Im gon teach you niggas how to flex and how to swag, swag school Im gon teach you niggas how to pass Aston with them Shantis on, Ima teach you how to drive, hey

Mike WiLL Made-It Mike WiLL Made-It Huh, huh EarDrummers Bitches see me and my team and be on that 300, Glory Boyz, yeah, we be on it I got guap, tell your bitch to get on it All this dough, rockin’ to the top, yeah, bitch, get on it She on it, she see me, she on it We the Get Money team, you can’t get on that Get off my dick, tell your bitch to get on it She not my bitch, tell your bitch to get on it I’ll pull out my dick, tell your bitch to get on that She like my car, she fucked me in my foreign She like Damn, Sosa, them niggas boring I’m flexin and finessin and I’m tourin’ Bitch, I’mma finagle when I’m at Fuego Disrespect my set, hope that boy got a halo I’m a baller-holic, Im bout my pesos Your bitch keep on calling, tell her to let it go My money stackin’ up somethin like Lego Tryin’ to be Sosa, this ain’t no race, though Tryin’ to be Sosa, homeboy, you cant clone These bitches know Sosa, he got that Play-Doh Bitches see me and my team and be on that 300, Glory Boyz, yeah, we be on it I got guap, tell your bitch to get on it All this dough, rockin’ to the top, yeah, bitch, get on it She on it, she see me, she on it We the Get Money team, you can’t get on that Get off my dick, tell your bitch to get on it She not my bitch, tell your bitch to get on it I’m the voice of the streets, you know I own it I’m talkin’ way before this rap I had a foreign After the show, I fucked your bitch and she was borin’ We came a long way from the slum, now we tourin’ BMG, I put the whole world on it GBE, Chief Keef, that’s my homie A half a brick, I put a whole nine on it Warren Sapp, I keep two nines on me I want the money badge, I have money attached The money got me geeked – remixing, selling swag We the finesse kings, rob a nigga with no mask How to be a millionaire, I’ll put you on that Bitches see me and my team and be on that 300, Glory Boyz, yeah, we be on it I got guap, tell your bitch to get on it All this dough, rockin’ to the top, yeah, bitch, get on it She on it, she see me, she on it We the Get Money team, you can’t get on that Get off my dick, tell your bitch to get on it She not my bitch, tell your bitch to get on it

My leather so soft, shells so hard You wanna be a boss nigga go hard Call me lil glo I come through and dim your yard I got coco baby like damn so hard Go in my closet pick some straps out the arsenal I got on Trues but these bullets fly like envelops Blood Gang ride through hop out like whats poppin tho? Im a blade call me Sosa Snipes Unstoppable Tadoe in the cut, Slick on the roof tho Lay these bullets on yo ass straight sumo Im smokin on this Tooka Im on Pluto I be doing me I aint worried bout where you go You gotta run a couple loops for the loot Get in yo car make it do what it do I ran through 2 milli but its cool I be stirring up that money making music Off that Dont like and Love Sosa too Play Faneto in the club they go coo-coo Im like Bang, smokin cali but with Snoop Im from Chiraq but Cali what it do? My leather so soft, shells so hard You wanna be a boss nigga go hard Call me lil glo I come through and dim your yard I got coco baby like damn so hard Go in my closet pick some straps out the arsenal I got on Trues but these bullets fly like envelops Blood Gang ride through hop out like whats poppin tho? Im a blade call me Sosa Snipes Unstoppable Sosa Wesly Snipes got the blade Sosa GloMan got the shades You know Im from Chiraq got the K I got Kool-aid, Lemonade Only green I eat is Brocoli With some Cheese get it out the way All these fuck niggas mocking me Im like please move up out the way Police walking up on me I be blowing smoke In they face Wanna lock me up cause I got dope, shit is gay I be with that disrespectful shit any day Try me Imma let the Tec blow anyway My leather so soft, shells so hard You wanna be a boss nigga go hard Call me lil glo I come through and dim your yard I got coco baby like damn so hard Go in my closet pick some straps out the arsenal I got on Trues but these bullets fly like envelops Blood Gang ride through hop out like whats poppin tho? Im a blade call me Sosa Snipes Unstoppable

Zaytoven Ayy, Zay We gon call this one Spy Kid Yeah Get out my lab, DeeDee, know you love me cause these VVs I changed the forecast, I be icy-cy All the young niggas grew up, wanna be me You can act like it, bitch, I know you see me Told her pull up the creamy, she say she dont eat meat But I made her eat me, yeah, yeah Once you call up, got the heated seats Mobbin like its A&E, we runnin from A to Z, yeah Everything they say is make believe She thirsty for me like Christmas Eve, tear the bitch down like a Christmas tree These niggas aint sweet, they bittersweet Swear the life Im livin a dream Had her drink semen and Im on lean I spy a hatin ass nigga over there I spy a bitch that dont got no hair I spy a fake ass bubble Moncler I spy a kid that wanna live a dream I spy a fuckin dinosaur, OMG I spy the view of the city, yeah I spy these thots, some pretty, yeah I spy bitch ass niggas over there I spy niggas actin like they jewels so real I spy my bitch movin on for real I spy ffr, ffr, another couple mil I spy another opp, leave his ass spilled Made him sign a non-disclosure, business cant spill I spy Jill ass fallin off a hill I spy niggas aint rollin like the wheels I spy I see bitches lookin at me I speed on my way to get that green I see the galaxy in satellite I seen your ho later that night I see why she like me She like me because I be icy I be breaking the law, aint Ice-T I spy your bitch cookin for me Told that ho to make that shit spicy He send a message through his wifey Talkin bout he dont like me, tell that nigga to fight me Sosa you high? I might be Rockin all that fake shit, yousa fake ass hypebeast I spy a hatin ass nigga over there I spy a bitch that dont got no hair I spy a fake ass bubble Moncler I spy a kid that wanna live a dream I spy a fuckin dinosaur, OMG I spy the view of the city, yeah I spy these thots, some pretty, yeah I spy bitch ass niggas over there

Im smoking dope feel like Lord Farquaad I got a hunnid in my choppa When niggas talking, shoot em down, blah blah Sosa on that crazy shit, Lady Gaga My gun go bang bang Money machine go beep beep Im smoking on this Chief Keef He got me so tree tree Shoot a nigga deceased Them Ima go to D.C And ask Obama do he see me He said yeah 3-D Tryna be like Jay-Z And get the million dollar AP 20 racks in my left pocket in my right pocket 18 And fuck nigga Im only 18 Imagine what Ima be when Kay Kay turn 18 Ho I dont want yo cooties or ya rabies Im heavy artillery and need some extra 80s nd niggas ? Got 100 shot FNs better put 30s in yo 380s My niggas comin down ya block with shit we borrowed from the navy She said aint you Chief Keef I said yeah bitch stagely But on the block they call me Sosa baby Member pushin packs I wasnt sellin out no bandis I was turnt up sellin out my grannys Sellin out my Grannys (Out my Grannys, out my Grannys Out my Grannys, out my Grannys Out my Grannys, out my Grannys) I was sellin out my Grannys (Out my Grannys, out my Grannys Out my Grannys, out my Grannys Out my Grannys, out my Grannys) I was sellin out my Grannys (Out my Grannys, out my Grannys Out my Grannys, out my Grannys Out my Grannys, out my Grannys Out my Grannys) Sellin out my Grannys (Out my Grannys, out my Grannys Out my Grannys, out my Grannys Out my Grannys, out my Grannys) I was sellin out my Grannys What would I be without my Louies Since I got money dont talk to me When I aint have money you wasnt talkin to me These niggas with me they sparkin for me Like Gs, I dont fuck with no Gs Got 50 gs in my Robin jeans Got 27 gs in my True Religion jeans Bitch I got cheese and got lots of cheese Had all the guns at my grannys house Now I can buy granny a house Member posted up on front street in front of my Grannys house Had 300/600 front street at my Grannys house Finna get in traffic catch a opp, we layin em down My gun got the best sex, get a nigga wet wet You smokin on ass pack Im smokin on jet pack You aint gettin cash boy you going through check stress Im off 2 flats boy feelin like a young Batman Bitch these Balenciagas, I dont like Prada I like Hermes, I dont like Ferragamo This between me and you is that ours Turnt up sellin dope up out my grandmas Turnt up, sellin out my Grannys (Out my Grannys, out my Grannys Out my Grannys, out my Grannys Out my Grannys, out my Grannys) I was sellin out my Grannys (Out my Grannys, out my Grannys Out my Grannys, out my Grannys Out my Grannys, out my Grannys) I was sellin out my Grannys (Out my Grannys, out my Grannys Out my Grannys, out my Grannys Out my Grannys, out my Grannys Out my Grannys) Sellin out my Grannys (Out my Grannys, out my Grannys Out my Grannys, out my Grannys Out my Grannys, out my Grannys) I was sellin out my Grannys What would I be without my Louies?

Young Chop on the beat Car Im ridin like a nightlight So much cash that my pockets look pregnant They all know Im knocked up Ridin like a nightlight, stop at the stoplight Drove off, ran the red light, there the cops is Tryna put me into lock up Remember having rocks in my timbos Ran off with the coke money Pull up, bounce out the all-white thing Sosa, baby, GBE, baby That there is a snow bunny The car Im riding, like a nightlight Aint gon stop at the stoplight I sip Barney, you sip stop sign, yeah that sounds about right I wear astronaut clothes Pull up foreign, beat Kongo Take 300 out Wells Fargo I dont wait in line, no bar-codes You see your reflection in my ice I left you, boy you not right My bitch so bad thats its not nice Say hi, get top, then its bye-bye You smokin on low, boy youre not high I keep spinach, like Popeye Brown bag full of cash, no white rice All the cash out the bank, thats a light heist Pull up, peeking out the car, no soundproof Let the MAC out the top, no sunroof Throwing cash out the top, Ima bank-teller Ride the car like I rode the Mongoose Fill yo block up til its no more Hear the SoundClick, no Johnny Juliano Im on the high-speed, OJ in the bronco Got the Yao Ming and Mutombo I be with Smokey and the bandits You a cat but you be with the rat pack Runnin for the ball, intercept that If I dont, thats where you get sacked at Party too hot like Crisco, pop pop I got enough cream for the whole cafe, no Hard Rock Remember having rocks in my timbos Ran off with the coke money Pull up, bounce out the all-white thing That there is a snow bunny Pull up to the show get the forty Gs, do that in one hour What the fuck do I hop in when I leave That there is a snow plower The car Im ridin like a nightlight And I aint gon stop at the stoplight I sip Barney, you sip stop sign, yeah that sounds about right I wear astronaut clothes Pull up foreign, beat Kongo Take 300 out Wells Fargo I dont wait in line, no bar-codes You see your reflection in my ice I left you, boy you not right My bitch so bad thats its not nice Say hi, get top, then its bye-bye You smokin on low, boy youre not high I keep spinach, like Popeye Brown bag full of cash, no white rice All the cash out the bank, thats a light heist Im like sticking a fork in a socket Get your dumb ass shocked up So much cash that my pockets look pregnant They all know Im knocked up Had to go change my safety deposit I told em put me in a locker Drove off, run the red light, there the cops is Tryna put me into lock-up Fuck a bitch so good she got me tatted She wear me like a t-shirt Got that big boy on my side I wear heat like a beeper Came in and Steph Curryd the game Can you see me from the bleachers? Talked to God when I woke up this morning, I asked can you please keep from the leechers? She know I keep cheese, velveet-er She get a mouth fucked til her teeth hurt I take one ho upstairs, got a bitch right underneath her Im an All Star on the bench like Chuck Throw some money up then the bitch got clucked Shoot the bitch up and she fizz right up Gave her some lean then she lit right up The car Im ridin like a nightlight And I aint gon stop at the stoplight I sip barney, you sip stop sign, yeah that sounds about right I wear astronaut clothes Pull up foreign, beat Kongo Take 300 out Wells Fargo I dont wait in line, no bar-codes You see your reflection in my ice I left you, boy you not right My bitch so bad thats its not nice Say hi, get top, then its bye-bye You smokin on low, boy youre not high I keep spinach, like Popeye Brown bag full of cash, no white rice All the cash out the bank, thats a light heist Let the MAC out the top, no sunroof Ride the car like I rode the Mongoose Im on a high-speed, OJ in the Bronco I be with Smokey and the Bandits You a cat but you be with the Rat Pack Fire too high, like Crisco, pop pop I got enough cream for the cafe, no Hard Rock

Hopped on the road and lets go get that money I pull up hopped out and Im smoking on Chronic Explain this to me boy how you allergic to money? You cant be allergic to them 50s and 100s I pull up hopped out and Im reeking of weed I pull the racks out and Im reeking them Gs I pull the guap out and Im singing them Gs Like Ba-da-ba-ba-ba singing to the cheese Boy ya know, pissy wrist pissy throat My pissy finger, pissy ear get pissy hoes My palm itching plenty guap get plenty os You think its sweet them weapons I get plenty those I want some head this nigga bitch she 1-10 I want some grands, want some millions Want some billions, dont want no friends Want some weed, want some killers I want some streets, want some houses, want some buildings I pull up flex a nigga like Gotta be kidding me I got the Tec the P11 it gotta be with me Dont be against me boy you better be with me You better call the SWAT and they better come get me Bitch Im rich but I still got that savage in me Im high as fuck bitch I got two 7s in me Point out the fuck nigga think he better than me This Sons of Anarchy, I got the Jax up in me Hopped on the road and lets go get that money I pull up hopped out and Im smoking on Chronic Explain this to me boy how you allergic to money? You cant be allergic to them 50s and 100s I pull up hopped out and Im reeking of weed I pull the racks out and Im reeking them Gs I pull the guap out and Im singing them Gs Like Ba-da-ba-ba-ba singing to the cheese Like biddy-bop-ba-bop singing to the cheese Like Sosa Wonder I be with the keys Call Me Sosa Ray Charles or Sosa r&B Told yo bitch come here call me Sosa Scorpion Call me Sosa Subzero Im the man with the Big Glo Call me Sosa Liu Kang Im the man with the kicks on Call me Sosa Budokai Im the nigga with the Dragon Ball Call me Sosa Yu Gi Oh Im the nigga with the dragon card Hopped on the road and lets go get that money I pull up hopped out and Im smoking on Chronic Explain this to me boy how you allergic to money? You cant be allergic to them 50s and 100s I pull up hopped out and Im reeking of weed I pull the racks out and Im reeking them Gs I pull the guap out and Im singing them Gs Like Ba-da-ba-ba-ba singing to the cheese

Bang, bang, bang, bang Bang 2 bitch Sosa bitch OBlock Bang, bang I be high as fuck, racked up, mounted up You lie and stuff, I go down to the mall and I buy it all My homeboys, I buy it all, X6 is mounted up Racks up in my pocket and you know these bitches rounded up Fuck niggas frowned up But we don’t care, we round em up Knock them down like dominoes Bullets shoot, they fly and stuff Please dont challenge us We shoot up your Challenger We the squad, hammered up We too busy turn it up Assassins blasting I make this money fly and shit, its looking like magic Chief Sosa not average I call up Tray Savage, you get robbed for your karats Going at me, that’s embarrassing My boys send you to Neverland, and they keep them TECs in hand While Chief Sosa keep checks in hand This money I’m inheriting, you slow like promethazine I love getting off promethazine Earth OG and Swishers, they keep me in the heaven land I love getting off promethazine Earth OG and Swishers, they keep me in the heaven land I be high as fuck, racked up, mounted up You lie and stuff, I go down to the mall and I buy it all My homeboys, I buy it all, X6 is mounted up Racks up in my pocket and you know these bitches rounded up Fuck niggas frowned up But we don’t care, we round em up Knock them down like dominoes Bullets shoot, they fly and stuff Please dont challenge us We shoot up your Challenger We the squad, hammered up We too busy turn it up Fredo in the cut, hell, that’s a scary sight Play with us, you lose your life We take your life, not thinking twice Fuck with us, you die tonight All we do is carry pipes You ain’t with the shit, well, god damn, you live a scary life High as fuck, dump it up, ride around in Beamer trucks Problem with us? We up them poles Then fucking shoot your momma up Ball hard, my dollars’ up Rep my set, I throw it up Who is you? Can’t roll with us We don’t fuck with fuck niggas Hell nah, that ain’t us GBE my squad I trust Big guns, rocket stuff We shooting shit, dropping stuff Bad bitches topping us 3Hunna gang, no stopping us Bad bitches topping us 3Hunna gang, no stopping us I be high as fuck, racked up, mounted up You lie and stuff, I go down to the mall and I buy it all My homeboys, I buy it all, X6 is mounted up Racks up in my pocket and you know these bitches rounded up Fuck niggas frowned up But we don’t care, we round em up Knock them down like dominoes Bullets shoot, they fly and stuff Please dont challenge us We shoot up your Challenger We the squad, hammered up We too busy turn it up

Uhh aye bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang You talking to me, where you got to be I got the pump, its in my sleeve Kill, defeat, Im on some feet Feel like Obama up in the V.I.P No JPG you see me Diamond dance CB, get your red and blue goggles Cause Im coming 3D Send them boys do drill then I send em three deep All this dopey dope, call me Sosa deblanco Bitch Im flowing like Im off a yacht Really need to cop me a helicopter​ This hot boy movie and Im Silkk the Shocker Off the syrup, syrup no fuckin waffles We threw away a whole fuckin body Get them thrown at your fucking squad Heat sensor on my fucking gun Fuck that bitch pull my pants up run them bands up If the bitch call wont answer Vroom vroom motor havin tantrums Told that bitch you canceled, told that bitch I got cancer Bitch put a seatbelt on but like Im playin ball in the whip She know I got handles What I just say finna tell her bitch it aint no Where that money at Girl thats some good pussy let me get some more of that Give ya a hand like yeah throw it back Off of the drink but still running around like a rugrat Damn the design exclusive Big doobie got me on Jupiter FN go de do do I know I got a couple skrty skrs I need more Gimmie dat, Gimmie dat Gotta throw away, gotta get rid of that That check over there can you hand me that Fans writing on pictures like Ding ding its a thot like She gave me a hundred feet but I done smoked all the reefer Two more ounces in the two seater but FN navigated Shit got me concentrated You can keep playing Done performing but they keep saying Where the Visine Cause my eyes red Why your ass yell Bring it over here Gotta a couple pills but Im like fuck all the other shit Yeah I got ice on Yeah I cant count but Shot all the hollows Said she gone swallow That why you know when I call You so where are you Where that money at Girl thats some good pussy let me get some more of that Give ya a hand like yeah throw it back Off of the drink but still running around like a rugrat Damn the design exclusive Big doobie got me on Jupiter FN go de do do I know I got a couple skrty skrs I need more

Turn the music up for me Chris Baby you my number one CB on the beat Baby, yous my number one, shes my number two You know I gotta come home, girl, whats up with you? That girl might be bad, but she cant fuck with you though You know you my mamacita, Im yo papi chulo Shes pulling on my hair, biting on my ear Baby, give me overtime, I can be your night shift You want me to buzz you, I can be your lightyear Girl, I got a letter, Im gon start it off with my dear Dear miss, remember when I first saw ya Didnt know how to approach ya I was gonna approach you like this Baby, do you like lasagna​? I like California, I can ball, no pneumonia Swish, baby can you grant my wish? If I pick you up at like 6? Ima leave my phone in the car Just dont touch my shit I was gonna approach you like this Can you be my bitch? But Im a player, Im on, no light switch She like, what you getting into tonight? You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you Girl, I promise Im gon milk you right Moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo Baby, yous my number one, shes my number two You know I gotta come home, girl, whats up with you? That girl might be bad, but she cant fuck with you though You know you my mamacita, Im yo papi chulo Shes pulling on my hair, biting on my ear Baby, give me overtime, I can be your night shift You want me to buzz you, I can be your lightyear Girl, I got a letter, Im gon start it off with my dear Excuse me, lady Excuse me, baby Excuse me, crazy You like how I stroke like, ooh-wee baby Big ass guns and shes like, ooh, hes crazy My Rapunzel, shes like, ooh-wee, take me She gon let me bone, bone, bone, bone Her hair so long, we fuck all night long I can call her on her home phone Im outerspace, she told me phone home Ayy, no way Got your ass done, does it ache? When its done healing, will it shake? I can be the pill that you gotta take Baby, yous my number one, shes my number two You know I gotta come home, girl, whats up with you? That girl might be bad, but she cant fuck with you though You know you my mamacita, Im yo papi chulo Shes pulling on my hair, biting on my ear Baby, give me overtime, I can be your night shift You want me to buzz you, I can be your lightyear Girl, I got a letter, Im gon start it off with my dear

Im the type of nigga 100 shots in the Glock You the type of nigga get smacked by a thot Im getting all this cash, I remember selling crack Now I got the money, now I got the sack I can buy your building nigga, I can buy your sack Since I dont ride no Lexus, I pull up in a Lexus Shooting at you niggas and them bullets sound like Nexus I dont stop for niggas, Im too busy passing Why they keep saying bang? I dont even know Thats that old Sosa, Bang 3 a hoe Ill leave a hoe, before I beat a hoe Pull up so fast cause Im illegal, hoe Smoking on this Tooka, blowing this shit like a fan Go head and unplug the system and I aint done playing If you cant comprehend, this chopper make you understand Just like the Bezel Boys, stacks in rubber bands Stop that sneak dissing boy, your pussy ass a fan Treat you like a brick, and wrap you in Saran She say she wanna fuck, I cant, she let me know you can Pull up in a van, leave a nigga Kenn That mean you cant see, bullets dunk on you, KD I give a bitch a fix, call me Doctor KC Whats up in this, Otto? Is Jojo in KC? I mean KC in Jojo cause this bitch play crazy Getting all this money, got my heart in this shit That bitch is a thot, you put your heart in the bitch Soowoo rap, I put my car in this shit Crip rap bitch, got the cuz in this bitch Fill em up with slugs just because of this shit Ima nasty ass nigga, wanna nut on a bitch Bitch Im so contagious, I cant hug on a bitch Treat your face like a table and put cups on your shit I got silencer, Im not a damn lick I got dogs but Im not a damn vet Get a hammer and a nail and come and hit you in your shit Shouldve got all platinum jewelry cause this shit looks piss Tell her to hop off while your bitch on my cock She say her man a fan, get that man off my car Fore I tie your ass up and hold you for some money I know he aint got it, I was doing it for fun Im smoking hella blunts and got court next month Ima hit GNC, Detox, yes sir Im just having fun cause I got it out the mud But I still squeeze the gun, nigga tryna run Paper plate the nigga, lay these bullets right on em Shooting shots for days, got the semi right on em Set the alarm in this bitch, hope the police coming Ima be gone when they get here, they dont own me nothing I gave your ass a pass when I saw you and your niece 20 year old lil sister, Ima fuck the bitch for free Bang bang your way, youll be ducking shells for free When I wake up and go to sleep, the only time Im on my knees Chopping up the trey, that really mean peace Getting placements with these shells, like a nigga shopping beats Screamin out this Gucci time, like the nigga Swizz Beatz Smack the bitch cause she aint call me So, this dumb hoe called me Keefie She called 100 times but I didnt answer This bitch aint shit but a freaky pink panther Cuz say this shit right here is gon go crazy He talking out his neck, hit em in his Adam, no Stacy You pussy boy, go and play some little hopscotch Hydraulics on the Glock on your block, haha The silencer go pew pew pew pew, regular shot, grrah Hear the cops, the car go skrr skrr skrr skrr, wont get caught tonight Two thousand dollar plane ticket, gotta catch a flight Like Im a 6 and you a 1, aye, send a nigga kite Rocking all my ice and Im pouring up the pints What I am Ill never be, bitch Im throwing up the gates Bang

Put you on the TV, well news ya Hit you with the 4-Os tho Popping up, 4-Os tho Smokin Tooka, bitch Im off this Tooka, bitch Im off this Tooka, bitch Im smokin Tooka, bitch Dont make me shoot ya, bitch I pull of in Tooka, bitch Im off this Tookaaaaaaa, bitch Shooters gon shoot yaaaaaa, bitch Pull up on you, smoking on some Tooka pack My shooters gon shoot, fuck nigga where your shooters at? Bang Tryna lock me up, they know they aint doing nothing Tryna tie me up, niggas know Im shooting at That ass, his bitch got a flat ass He got a flat bag, so that match Im of two flat pounds and two X mans Dont make me shoot you with your rat ass Yall some flat ass, flat ass cat dads, ha I dont even know what that is, ha But Im smoking on this Tooka pack, yes Smokin Tooka, bitch Im off this Tooka, bitch Im off this Tooka, bitch Im smokin Tooka, bitch Dont make me shoot ya, bitch Pull off on tooka, bitch Im off this tookaaaaaaa, bitch Shooters gon shoot yaaaaaa, bitch

I got a sack now Try us, it’s mac rounds Call us 30 clips, shawty blow your back down You can’t turn me down ‘Cause this is that loud I aint the mans, bitch? Shit, how that sound? Just for a fact, now I got a sack now I love to stunt, bitch I act a ass, now I got a sack, now Free Five now Since I got a name, you can check my background Just ‘cause I rap now Can’t put that mack down ‘Cause I’m stacked up, try to rob me and get clapped down I claim OTF, I claim O-Block Got 300 guns, blow at your block I’m a young nigga Send shots at your block Fuck a opp, die cops — we on top We ‘bout that bullshit Like D. Rose Call numbanine, free D-Rose I got a sack now Don’t trick to these hoes I got a sack now Don’t trick to these hoes Act a ass now Where my cash now Where them bricks, now? Sit your ass down Where the loud at? Shit, I need it now Or else the mack rounds Blow your ass down Don’t try us like we punks we so fuckin’ dangerous I’m sitting at the top fuck nigga face it These bitches at my shows came to stare at me Its a O in OTF but aint no O in we On the low, ho I love to stunt, bitch My bitches multiply I can’t fuck with one bitch

I like, I like, I like, I like hunnits On my, mother-fuckin mind is money Riding Rolls Royce lookin like some money Master P ridin with that unh in a Hummer / Oh no Know these niggas wanna be petty Make-up, these bitches wanna be pretty Ri-der, make her put the heater in her panties Got bands, pussy, Ill be there in a minute I aint got a minute Baby wait a minute Before you start, you dont need to finish Every fuckin text, you dont need to send us You a good girl, you dont need a menace Ridin in the car, lookin at the stars Cause I dropped the top, this been done before I done got the cops, focused on the car Bitch up in the passenger, focused on the watch Walked in double G, lookin for a fit Step up on my kicks, Ima have a fit Im ridin in a Porsche, lookin like a scorch Photoshoot on the Porsche So much designer, Im endorsed I like, I like, I like, I like hunnits On my, mother, fuckin mind is money Riding Rolls Royce lookin like some money Master P ridin with that unh in a Hummer / Oh no Know these niggas wanna be petty Makeup, these bitches wanna be pretty Rider, make her put the heater in her panties Got bands pussy, Ill be there in a minute Dolla, dolla bill yall, we play big ball You think its on a crate, how that bitch sit tall Get the car waxed, and had the dirt ripped off Boy, that shit aint real, those some Gucci rip offs These aint out, these some Hermes flip flops You thought that you saw these, you sniffin Chris Rock Im in that tic-toc, and Im making pit stops 2 4 14s, bitch we got big blocks The dope, dope, dope keep me calm This fuckin chinchilla keep me warm Its Chief So, its Turbo, its a bomb I just flamed a loud pack, AKA alarm I like, I like, I like, I like hunnits On my, mother, fuckin mind is money Riding Rolls Royce lookin like some money Master P ridin with that unh in a Hummer / Oh no Know these niggas wanna be petty Makeup, these bitches wanna be pretty Rider, make her put the heater in her panties Got bands pussy, Ill be there in a minute

Every damn day Im taking chances, Every damn day Im taking chances Anything happen I can handle it, Im addicted to this gambling Gambling with my life, Im gambling with my life Im gambling with my life, Im gambling with my life Every damn day Im taking chances, cause Im addicted to this gambling Addicted to these streets Diamonds and money Taking chances for my kids Cambien Money Stomach full of Freebands But i jugg like Im hungry Even if i aint got no bands I still look like money I finesse you out your cash Then dress up like Im homeless Niggas still screaming drought When birds everywhere floating You take a chance you fuck with me I hate when you buss it open Im selling wet it wont lock I got juggs I motion Gotta sell it how it look Itll crumble up on you 36s look like books, you get 7 for 100 Jugg with these OG bosses I dont be around runners I never think about a loss I just keep getting money Every damn day Im taking chances, Every damn day Im taking chances Anything happen i got handlers, Im addicted to this gambling Gambling with my life, Im gambling with my life Im gambling with my life, Im gambling with my life Every damn day Im taking chances, cause Im addicted to this gambling Taking chances, taking chances taking chances aye Bitch Im shining from my wrist up to my necklace aye God came and got me, bless me hachoo aye Glo Gang posted like a statue aye Taking chances having this bitch in my hotel aye But my niggas with me rolling like a ferris wheel aye Taking chances having this pipe up in my car aye But I rather get caught with then without it aye Taking chances no security everywhere I go aye Its me and Glo no security at my show aye Taking chances I got all my jewelry on aye Taking chances something long up in my chrome Every damn day Im taking chances, Every damn day Im taking chances Anything happen I got handlers, Im addicted to this gambling Gambling with my life, Im gambling with my life Im gambling with my life, Im gambling with my life Every damn day Im taking chances, cause Im addicted to this gambling My momma mad at me cause I gamble too much I had 200,000 in high school but I fucked it all up I took a chance on the road just to run it back up And then these niggas started snitching, I had to switch my route up I dry my own packs I love gambling Shooting dice, I done throwed my whole hand in A free 75,000 I done cashed in Police get behind me I be smashing 7 days a week Im taking chances I cant get no sleep I keep on gambling Lost 20 bricks last week, but I can stand it But won a quarter million betting on Kansas

Blind a thot with my watch, attract thots with my car And two thots in my car I blind a thot with my watch , attract thots with my car Got a lot of niggas hating , lot of thots on my cock I switch hoes, like I switch clothes cause I got lots of thots Lots of gold, lots of bankrolls, I got lots of guap I got a lot of thots , I got a lot of thots My bitches know they gotta play they role cause I got lots of thots I got lots of thots, I got lots of thots I should OT a lot of thots, I got lots of thots GBE, 300, bitch, we got a lot of blocks Disrespect my block, bitch nigga, thats a lot of shots We got thirties in them Glocks Bitch, this my trap spot Block full of work , block full of thots All they do is jock, you better watch for the cops My block is so hot, summertime, dont get robbed Well rob you for your guap, but I got a lot of guap I got a lot of thots I got a lot of diamonds glistening in my Jacob watch I carry a lot of loads Ask Sosa if you aint know We put that damn 458 Ferrari on the road Pull up to all them shows Fucking all them hoes We got a lot of thots Blind a thot with my watch, attract thots with my car And two thots in my car I blind a thot with my watch , attract thots with my car Got a lot of niggas hating , lot of thots on my cock I switch hoes, like I switch clothes cause I got lots of thots Lots of gold, lots of bankrolls, I got lots of guap I got a lot of thots , I got a lot of thots My bitches know they gotta play they role cause I got lots of thots I got lots of thots, I got lots of thots I should OT a lot of thots, I got lots of thots

You dont got enough cheese boy , fuck wrong with you? You aint no street nigga, cant make no song with you Boy that aint yo cheese, it dont belong to you I got so much money, I do what I wanna do Wanna do, do what I wanna do I got so much money, I do what I wanna do What I wanna do, what I wanna do How many cars should I buy? Tell me 1 or 2 Got 30 boppers, power pills, codeine, and that gunja And I dont do that molly, give that shit to Blood Money And we dont love these bitches we just fuck em and dump em And boy dont test me, youre best be trying Obama I pull up in that rari screamin boy fuck your Hyundai And I aint gonna stop till Beyonce my fiancée Im flexin on these bitches all gold bottles no Bombay Take 50 thousand dollars, Ill run through it in one day Im a Glo Boy I be shinin from my wrist to my gold teeth And you better be talkin money when you approach me I been ballin so damn hard I swear I think that Im Kobe You say I aint gettin money, pussy boy you dont know me You dont got enough cheese boy, fuck wrong with you? You aint no street nigga, cant make no song with you Boy that aint yo cheese, it dont belong to you I got so much money, I do what I wanna do Wanna do, do what I wanna do I got so much money, I do what I wanna do What I wanna do, what I wanna do How many cars should I buy? Tell me 1 or

Fuck the bitch she doin right Bad boy, rude boy Heavy money in my pants, boy your money too light One plus one equals two, yeah youre right Bitches come through and fuck me like its It’s two of I Keep it cool boy, you boy, one boy, 2 boy 100 thousand dollar car, I can get 2 for it Pull up onside of you laughing Ima jerk new boys I fuck with all the old school rappers, Im a new school boy Im smoking dope, you smoking on the fool boy Im riding foreign, rims look like 4 lil boys I’m smoking Os, I smoke out the Ps too boy I’m sweating like i got a fever, jewelry be the flu boy You should know, we dont fuck with new boys I treat these niggas like the bottom of my shoes boy I want a boat but I bought a coupe boy And bought a 4, so when I get tired of 2 boy I switch it over, hop up in my 4 door I’m going dumb, more money i get bored more Since Im the captain of the ship, I tell your ho to board Ay bitch Im the score, you better not be boring Fuck the bitch she doin right Bad boy, rude boy Heavy money in my pants, boy your money too light One plus one equals two, yeah youre right Bitches come through and fuck me like its It’s two of I Keep it cool boy, you boy, one boy, 2 boy 100 thousand dollar car, I can get 2 for it Pull up inside of your level, Im a jerk, new boy I fuck with all the old school rappers, Im a new school boy She better top me right, she just got off 2 flights tonight She want the pipe, but I heard that cool bite, Im cool Ike What you worryin bout, Nike just do it right Bitch I Glo, chandelier, Christmas lights, pool lights I be flexin so damn hard, I think I need 2 mics I be doin so damn much, I think I need 2 lifes Remember having fight nights now Im having food nights I eat all the food, fuck a fool house its fool nights Remember having pistol fights, now Im having food fights Now we having rack fights, now we having jewel fights Now we having pool fights, you know mine better than yours right? No need for no mansion fights cause i got my own, aight? Fuck the bitch she doin right Bad boy, rude boy Heavy money in my pants, boy your money too light One plus one equals two, yeah youre right Bitches come through and fuck me like its It’s two on high Keep it cool boy, you boy, one boy, 2 boy 100 thousand dollar car, I can get 2 for it Pull up inside of your level, Im a jerk, new boy I fuck with all the old school rappers, Im a new school boy

I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket Chopper in the back seat, my young nigga gone pop it 15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some 17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket Chopper in the back seat, my young nigga gone pop it 15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some 17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some I got young niggas getting off, 40 cals spitting off BSM, this the law, niggas flex, getting chopped We German shepherds, got big dogs, big weapons If you aint ready for action, then pussy nigga, keep stepping Im a boss, you a bitch nigga, beefing not a smart move Cause Ill come to your house and kick the door in like them narcs do You niggas shark food, pack it up and fall back Cause I come out the bush and fade his ass like a sideback I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket Chopper in the back seat, my young nigga gone pop it 15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some 17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket Chopper in the back seat, my young nigga gone pop it 15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some 17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some He threw his set up in the air, I put my pistol in the air Let him know Im strapped in here, he can lose his life in here He can die tonight in here, hit him with a fucking beer My young niggas got no fear, I got the check over here Put that kush off in the air, I dont really give a fuck How you really wear your chain tucked? Man I wish a nigga buck I got four sips in my cup, three bad bitches in my dip Red tips off in my clip, all myself and shit, squad I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket Chopper in the back seat, my young nigga gone pop it 15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some 17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket Chopper in the back seat, my young nigga gone pop it 15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some 17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some I got pistol in my pocket, pull it out and pop it My young niggas wilding in Chiraq catching bodies GBE, we mobbing, Chief Sosa co-starring My niggas tote pistols, its a issue, please dont start em Them pistols get to popping, bodies get to dropping Smoking Weezy, feeling Gucci, on that We Be Steady Mobbin Like Flocka, oh, lets do it, click-clack, who you with? A lot of hundred shots and a bunch of niggas can shoot em I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket Chopper in the back seat, my young nigga gone pop it 15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some 17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket Chopper in the back seat, my young nigga gone pop it 15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some 17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some

Sosa baby Ear Drummers Bang, bang, bang Mike WiLL Made-It I flaunt it, I bought it, I talk it, I walk it Only thing I worship is the Lord and this .40 Please, do not confront me if you aint talkin money Take a little bitty sip, though Im already foggy Let it rain, yeah, they all fall down All come down Id be insane to complain, baby Im so high, I dont wanna come down Sosa baby, GBE baby Hopped out the car smellin like a skunk And Im cleaned up, somethin like a mop Trap wangin, somethin like a trunk And I stand tall, somethin like a dunk Talkin bout the money, talkin bout the fffrrr-beep Hey baby, you know what the fuck you do to me? Im ridin with my shooter, he wont hesitate to squeeze Any homie, you what the fuck he do for me Fifty stuffed up in my Balmains And what Im totin, the sawed-off thang Knock you down, like a Chiraq Blackhawks game I aint never had nothin I flaunt it, I bought it, I talk it, I walk it Only thing I worship is the Lord and this .40 Please, do not confront me if you aint talkin money Take a little bitty sip, though Im already foggy Let it rain, yeah, they all fall down All come down Id be insane to complain, baby Im so high, I dont wanna come down Talk about a come up Me and my young bulls playin with a lump sum Niggas that owe me always trying to avoid me Clutching my .40 and fuckin with lil shorty They wanna gossip all through the day Meanwhile, we flossin every way Forget what its costin We get it right back when we lost it My G.I. Joe got the MAC incase they wanna cross me Being impatient got me a new spot thats spacious And I dont test drive the sedan, I take it I wanna shine, I wanna rub it in their faces Yeah, I flaunt it, I bought it, I talk it, I walk it Only thing I worship is the Lord and this .40 Please, do not confront me if you aint talkin money Take a little bitty sip, though Im already foggy Let it rain, yeah, they all fall down All come down Id be insane to complain, baby Im so high, I dont wanna come down All of these bitches call me big daddy Do so much shit in KOD, they callin me Trick Daddy Moncler with Louboutin, yeah, I mismatch it You can tell Im a rich nigga by lookin at me Im just chillin, my nigga, my diamonds dancin You know I shop on Rodeo, Im never tacky Im paper chasing til they put me in a casket I swear them hundreds singin to me like a ballad When I get that Murciélago, Ima drive it like a Audi I pay my tithes with these strippers, yeah Im tryin to die a fuckin billionaire Balmains, got like every pair On top, I aint goin anywhere I flaunt it, I bought it, I talk it, I walk it Only thing I worship is the Lord and this .40 Please, do not confront me if you aint talkin money Take a little bitty sip, though Im already foggy Let it rain, yeah, they all fall down All come down Id be insane to complain, baby Im so high, I dont wanna come down

S-O-R-R-Y, the number 4, or F-O-R, W-E-I-G-H-T bitch Double cup me please Your bitch hit me like fuck me please She say she love me, she like love me please My response was suck me please Please, please, give me a lighter please I just rolled a blunt, give me a fire please Please, please, run up on me I got 50 in the thing, wont hesitate to let it speak Choppa presidential, come through, give a speech Gang on my fuckin back, runnin hurt my feet Where the restroom, cause my chain gotta pee Call my Sosa Wonder, Im gettin money and I aint gotta see Stu locked out, I aint gotta leave Bitch came gave me top now she gotta leave My gun got no limit like Im Master P When you callin my phone speakin crazy cops tappin me Gotta be lowkey, cause the cops after me Smokin on the loudest weed, K-9 dogs after me You say you gon be at the top, ha, long after me Im Sorry 4 The Weight, I was somewhere chiefin keef Double cup me please Your bitch hit me like fuck me please She say she love me, she like love me please My response was suck me please Please, please, give me a lighter please I just rolled a blunt, give me a fire please Please, please, run up on me I got 50 in the thing, wont hesitate to let it speak This be that Sorry 4 The Weight This be that sorry for my cake, he came threw sprayin This be that sorry for the day Like Im late, sorry for the delay Im smokin tooka all to the face You smokin fooka, that shit so fake You drinkin fooka, that shit so fake Drinkin Quali, that be bad for your brain Sneak dissin, that be bad for your health Gettin money, yeah thats rad for your health I come through super ridin cool with the whip And I aint bool wit yall, Im bool wit myself Double cup me please Your bitch hit me like fuck me please She say she love me, she like love me please My response was suck me please Please, please, give me a lighter please I just rolled a blunt, give me a fire please Please, please, run up on me I got 50 in the thing, wont hesitate to let it speak

Leave everything else alone man, only thing you need to be doin or worried bout or tryna get high wit is marijuana. If it aint dat den YOU TRIPPIN man! But other then that man, like I said man me and Holiday we been doing this shit since motherfuckin...2 years, its been 2 years 3 years now you know what im saying na mean im still rockin wit him you know he gang. Gang shit, you know, and what makes it so special is that shiit... Im different, he different. You cant say we are the same as him or say we are the same as them, you know what im saying? Cause I got people copying me and im sure Holiday got the same type shit. Motherfuckas biting styles biting. You know what im saying, biting hands, biting biting arms, you know what im saying biting, just biting and motherfuckers just biting but ya know. I dont bite, this what I do, if im inlfuenced by a person, like if im influenced by Weezy. If Im influenced Wop, Im influenced by Roc, Im influenced by Jeezy. You know what im saying? im influenced 50, Im influenced by those type of people. My music that I make will be influenced by but it will always be Chief Sosa being himself at the same time you know what im sayin? What up? What up? You talkin money, what up? you talkin drama, what up? What up? Get wet up, roll down the window what up? Finna get what Up? Ion fuck with bitches, they set-ups What up? Coming in like what up? He pull out pour that mud up, we aint sippin, shut up Bitch shut up, like what up? He pull up like wassup Sneak diss us you fucked up, fuck around fuck around Get bucked up State of emergency for currency These bitches want me urgently, they heard of me Flexing harder than Hercules bitches smirk at me Im getting money wasnt used to perfect things What up? You pitch your money its worth a swing Im in the clu-ub, flicking money it aint worth a thing I got my snub up try to the take my money I up the thing I up it then Bang Bang Bang Bang nigga, watchu mean? What up? If ya getting money fuck with me If he hating then, he probably look up to me I love munna, blue Benjamins they stuck with me End of my story if ya talking money fuck with me What up? What up? You talkin money, what up? you talkin drama, what up? What up? Get wet up, roll down the window what up? Finna get what Up? Ion fuck with bitches, they set-ups What up? Coming in like what up? He pull out pour that mud up, we aint sippin, shut up Bitch shut up, like what up? He pull up like wassup Sneak diss us you fucked up, fuck around fuck around Get bucked up Fuck around, fuck around get bucked up Fuck nigga outta luck up, pull up, nigga Wassup nigga seven up ya , fuck up nigga? Bang, bang, buck, buck, nigga, come through shooting out truck, trucks, nigga And cuts, cuts, nigga We dont give a muthafuckin fuck fuck nigga Wassup nigga? You fuck with the Opp-opps nigga? You be up up nigga with opp-opp niggas On they block-block nigga? I pull up-up-up send shot-shots At all yall niggas, I had to come up out my mansion for this Nonsense call yall niggas, ayy, what up? Come through with the rumble of the royal nigga Like wassup? Ima Chicago Bear make you fumble nigga Ion know wassup its always opps gonna slump you nigga In other words if you fuck with me then I fuck with you nigga What up? What up? You talkin money, what up? you talkin drama, what up? What up? Get wet up, roll down the window what up? Finna get what Up? Ion fuck with bitches, they set-ups What up? Coming in like what up? He pull out pour that mud up, we aint sippin, shut up Bitch shut up, like what up? He pull up like wassup Sneak diss us you fucked up, fuck around fuck around Get bucked up

Phew, phew You used to be that nigga, boy what happen to you? Try Chief Sosa something bad gon happen to you Niggas be like Im a rapper, Imma trapper too Ima laugh at you like ha ha hahaha ha ha hahaha Yous a real nigga imposter, Im guapped up You get more guap than me, Im in one of my cars ah Try to take my guap you gon meet the Glo Gang Mafia Phew, you used to be that nigga, boy what happen to you? Try Glo Gang something bad gon happen to you Niggas be like Im a rapper, Im a savage too And Imma laugh at you like ha ha hahaha, ha ha hahaha Yous a real nigga imposter, Im guapped up So if you and yo homies want a verse, then Im gon charge them And I dont fuck with niggas just me and the Glo Gang Mafia You used to be that nigga, boy what happen to you? And it aint no pass, when I see you Im puttin that rachet to you And when I send my shooter, them shots, they gon hand them to you Now you all on the news and yo momma cryin, something then happened to you You used to be that nigga, boy what happen to you? Try Chief Sosa something bad gon happen to you Niggas be like Im a rapper, Imma trapper too Ima laugh at you like ha ha hahaha ha ha hahaha Yous a real nigga imposter, Im guapped up You get more guap than me, Im in one of my cars ah Try to take my guap you gon meet the Glo Gang Mafia You used to be that nigga, boy what happen to you? Try glo gang, something bad gon happen to you Niggas be like Im a rapper, Im a savage too Catch me in the streets with my 30, Imma blam at you Nigga you aint gettin no clout why you got that attitude And it aint no such thing as Capo mad at you You niggas aint gettin no guap Cause Im gettin money dumbass, why Im not standing on Oblock Or ridin on yo block, when I catch a fuck nigga, somebody gettin shot And Im gon do what I have to do Nigga ride for us, savage like please tell me which one is you Till you make up your mind, till then Imma send these shots at you You used to be that nigga, boy what happen to you? Try Chief Sosa something bad gon happen to you Niggas be like Im a rapper, Imma trapper too Ima laugh at you like ha ha hahaha ha ha hahaha Yous a real nigga imposter, Im guapped up You get more guap than me, Im in one of my cars ah Try to take my guap you gon meet the Glo Gang Mafia

Mama say I got trust issues I be feelin like Jesus She wants me to be her man I cant baby, I would break you Baby, I would not lie to you Id be careful if I were you Im the one, but you might be the two Im not that liable Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr Smoking that a-la-la-la Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya Call me, we can pull off, right now, right now-now And when this top starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star These bitches love Turbo and I love the purple I ball, Tyrese Gibson, baby boy, you look so fertile These bitches love Otto, their mouths be wide open Been gettin it since snot nose, I was open and then I closed These bitches love Chief Lo, but Im not so sweet though And she is a freak though, I put her to sleep though These hoes love Almighty, like Disney loved Miley Her boyfriend is spying, shes like, you have to hide me These bitches love me, thats all I can see Im so obsessed with me, I be all I can be I dont see brown or white, all I see is green To count all this cash, I might need a team Mama say I got trust issues I be feelin like Jesus She wants me to be her man I cant baby, I would break you Baby, I would not lie to you Id be careful if I were you Im the one, but you might be the two Im not that liable Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr Smoking that a-la-la-la Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya Call me, we can pull off, right now, right now-now And when this top starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star Ooh, my car so retarded, the bitch just farted Pulled off like skrt, VIP access, I aint gotta park it All these darts on me no Walmart, will never fuck with Target And Im sipping, but I cant stop, I cant be hardened These bitches love Big Gucci So, but Im no rooty tooty though Dont want to talk so thats all you can know Row row ya boat, thats all you can roll Im stuffing these cones like an audience close And Im not really an American though But Im somewhere in the Madigan dough But I aint walk around like a mannequin though Now yo bitch on the way She want this on me But shes listening, can a bitch hold me? You can be lactose, still cant shit on me Do the whole 200 on dash, with a 150 on me Mama say I got trust issues I be feelin like Jesus She wants me to be her man I cant baby, I would break you Baby, I would not lie to you Id be careful if I were you Im the one, but you might be the two Im not that liable Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr Smoking that a-la-la-la Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya Call me, we can pull off, right now, right now-now And when this top starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star

GBE baby Glory Gang Sosa, bitch OBlock Bang I’m on that kush with them beans, countin all this green All us get money, bitch, we the money team We got 40s on our waist, 30s in them things I’ma let this hammer blow, I aint worried bout a thing I got all the shells on me, bitch, Im never lonely I got all this money on me, bitch, Im never hungry I got all these diamonds on me, your bitch waitin on me Say you wanna get like me, keep grinding, homie I’ma go to the mall, I’ma buy that bitch I’ma hop in my Rari and I’ma ride that bitch See my truck sittin on 4s, can’t ride on no lows And bitch my pockets on swoll, blow hundreds on my nose I put Fendi on my belt, Robin all in my jeans I dont wanna go to sleep, so I dont do that lean Big knots in my pocket, I don’t carry no wallet Sneak dissin, just stop, and go get you some money I love bankrolls, I dont love these hoes Never snitchin on bros, keep my mouth closed High off that Earth, I don’t smoke that purp I don’t smoke that mid and I don’t smoke that dirt I’m on that kush with them beans, countin all this green All us get money, bitch, we the money team We got 40s on our waist, 30s in them things I’ma let this hammer blow, I aint worried bout a thing I got all the shells on me, bitch, Im never lonely I got all this money on me, bitch, Im never hungry I got all these diamonds on me, your bitch waitin on me Say you wanna get like me, keep grinding, homie I got all this kush on me, all these bitches on me Steady textin my phone, leave me alone please Im busy countin this green, all 100s and 50s They say its dope money, with Slutty Boyz We the Glory Boyz, all the bitches know we All the bitches on we and all these bitches want we Plus we be throwin money, we straight stuntin Fredo off the molly then shoot up the party 600 on some mikes cause I dont like them spikes And I dont do that Molly, I be high as a kite Come on OBlock and you gon lose yo life 300 for life on the block with the pipes I’m on that kush with them beans, countin all this green All us get money, bitch, we the money team We got 40s on our waist, 30s in them things I’ma let this hammer blow, I aint worried bout a thing I got all the shells on me, bitch, Im never lonely I got all this money on me, bitch, Im never hungry I got all these diamonds on me, your bitch waitin on me Say you wanna get like me, keep grindin, homie

This for all the hoes And they need go get some gwaup. think they got a sugar daddy fucking with a nigga like me man That aint happening Know Im saying? Im a slum nigga from the muthafuckin projects man I know better man, these hoes aint shit man Know man? Bang You can see me ballin from a block away Wanna ball a block, Im like not today Im Jordan with the shot bitch get rocked today Since I got six rings this bitch says she want the cake I say these hoes aint getting my money These hoes aint getting my money These hoes aint getting my money These hoes cant get my money These bitches aint getting my money These hoes aint getting my money They dont know what to do with my money These hoes cant get my money His bitch better go hit the club This hoe cant cop no watch This hoe cant cop no house This hoe cant cop no drops This hoe better go fill out application for school Bitch go and get smart Pull up to the school come for it Dont trust me Ill leave ya in the dark This bih better go stay out mamma crib better not come to my front This bih better go to the back That bih better come to the front That bih got a life fucked up she think she come get me for my money She must think im Notre Dame Told the bih Im a lock her in the dungeon That bih better go get some dickies in the mall for an outfit to work at McDonalds That bih got life fucked up thinking Chief Sosa name Ronald I know my pockets cream better go get a job at Baskin n Robbins Or get a job at the strip club if you think you gon get my money You can see me ballin from a block away Wanna ball a block, Im like not today Im Jordan with the shot bitch get rocked today Since I got six rings this bitch says she want the cake I say these hoes aint getting my money These hoes aint getting my money These hoes aint getting my money These hoes cant get my money These bitches aint getting my money These hoes aint getting my money They dont know what to do with my money These hoes cant get my money That bih better be my maid if she think she gon get my money That bih better clean my pool That bih better show me something That bih better fix my car That bih better throw me somethin That bih better be a quarterback Better kick field goal me something That bih better be a contractor, that bih better fuck around and know how to make houses That bih better move my weed Tell the bitch go and serve some ounces That bih better clean my watch, hold on she gon fuck around and steal my watch That bih better kiss my feet and she know all ten of them is ugly That bih better not trip, she know I got other hoes in the house it can get ugly Im a fuck around and smack that bih, spit on her and call her ass ugly That bih better go and do dish That bih better got and do somethin That bih better come in front of me and bow like Im Kuzco or somethin You can see me ballin from a block away Wanna ball a block, Im like not today Im Jordan with the shot bitch get rocked today Since I got six rings this bitch says she want the cake I say these hoes aint getting my money These hoes aint getting my money These hoes aint getting my money These hoes cant get my money These bitches aint getting my money These hoes aint getting my money They dont know what to do with my money These hoes cant get my money

Ayy Know Im rockin, man Cut off stockings, man Keep kush in my pockets, man All designer, get your grind up, nigga Got a Breitling for the timer, nigga Ayy, ayy, bang-bang Sosa baby, GBE baby Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy When its ugly, I bring that gat wit I up this motherfucker aint with that shit You be smokin dirty, I smoke that cat piss I kill a track, kill a beat on black shit Niggas actin funny, but I aint laughin I pull up, pull up, pull up, its a tragic Cause I aint buy her nothin, she think I aint got shit I walk up in the mall straight cashin She said she love me, whatever that is Baby, you aint love me cause Im cashin I walk up in the mall, and I buy shit No, baby, I dont look at tags and I hop up in my Rari, now Im ridin Doin eight past a cop, straight laughin Ridin in that Ooh, that bitch nasty Im a NASCAR driver, its a passion I up this fuckin Uzi and blast it Keep on laughin, you gon get yo ass hit I swear I be on that new lick, fuck last year Red dot up on the toolie it be the MAC-10 When its ugly, I bring that gat wit I up this motherfucker aint with that shit You be smokin dirty, I smoke that cat piss I kill a track, kill a beat on black shit Niggas actin funny, but I aint laughin I pull up, pull up, pull up, its a tragic Cause I aint buy her none, she think I aint got shit I walk up in the mall straight cashin I walk up in the bank straight laughin I walk out the bank with bags like cashin Hop up in my Rari, I pass your thot I seen her walkin, told her Hop in the Rari Baby Im a pimp, straight Cadillac shit I get money straight out the ass shit Lifes a box of chocolate, not Nesquik Im quick to shoot, pussy get your ass hit Baby girl, Im smooth, somethin like satin Come through, wipe a nigga block down straight waxin Bought a house with a pool, and I got in I dont need no security, I got it When its ugly, I bring that gat wit I up this motherfucker aint with that shit You be smokin dirty, I smoke that cat piss I kill a track, kill a beat on black shit Niggas actin funny, but I aint laughin I pull up, pull up, pull up, its a tragic Cause I aint buy her none, she think I aint got shit I walk up in the mall straight cashin Ayy, ftft Beep Ayy, ftft Beep Ftft, beep Ftft, beep Ftft, beep Beep Ftft, beep, beep Ftft, beep Fff beep Beep, beep, beep

DP on the beat Sosa on the beat 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 bitch on 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 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

Ayy, go Go All-red foreigns, all-black chopper Here I come, you ready or not I keep big old knots and I will pick your lock , ayy Foenem be loadin up Smokin on dope before they hit your block Shoot them dice, hit your body I need duct tape, bitch, no Scotch All of these waves, Im feelin like Nas, ayy Before we part ways I gotta flex up, okay In a big B, ayy What, you cant see? Ayy You know what it is, ayy, ayy Know what it may be, ayy, ayy I should blame the drugs, ayy, ayy But I blame me, ayy, ayy Yeah, thats my rank, ayy, ayy Whats my K/D? Ayy, ayy Keepin them squares, ayy, ayy Out of the tent, ayy, ayy We spendin new money, ayy, ayy Out of the rent, ayy, ayy Make two hundred bands, ayy Out of some lint, ayy, ayy You talkin real niggas, ayy Im up in the mix, ayy, ayy She heard my voice, ayy, ayy It made her moist, ayy, ayy Im up in the forest, ayy, ayy Trap with the boys, ayy, ayy You got no choice, ayy, ayy Bad bitch named Joyce, ayy, ayy Pickin up coins, ayy, ayy In the Rolls-Royce, ayy, ayy, ayy All-red foreigns, all-black chopper Here I come, you ready or not I keep big old knots and I will pick your lock , ayy Foenem be loadin up Smokin on dope before they hit your block Shoot them dice, hit your body I need duct tape, bitch, no Scotch All of these waves, Im feelin like Nas, ayy Before we part ways I gotta flex up, okay Last but not least, ayy, ayy You tryna find me? Ayy, ayy You better off findin Nemo, ayy Jump in the sea, ayy, ayy Her Uber was twenty dollars, ayy She live by me, ayy, ayy Bitch, Im John Madden, ayy Run it by me, ayy, ayy Aint no rules, ayy, ayy NFL street, ayy, ayy Ho, get up off me, ayy, ayy You missed your beat, ayy, ayy Coughin up cheese, ayy, ayy Throwin up threes, ayy, ayy Spray it like Febreze, ayy, ayy Yeah, it can be that way, ayy, ayy All-red foreigns, all-black chopper Here I come, you ready or not I keep big old knots and I will pick your lock , ayy Foenem be loadin up Smokin on dope before they hit your block Shoot them dice, hit your body I need duct tape, bitch, no Scotch All of these waves, Im feelin like Nas, ayy Before we part ways I gotta flex up, okay

Ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy nigga, aye Gang nigga, aye Bang, bang nigga, bang bang Bang bang bang bang Fff beep beep beep Ayy The moral of the story is the glory The moral of the story, these niggas shorty The moral of the gas, I smoke weed The moral of the cash, I blow it The moral of the X, I pop an E The moral of these niggas, they act like a lot of me The moral of the story, hear the shots, spend Gs The moral of the story, bitch I brought my guap with me Ayy, ayy The moral of the story, gang, gang The moral of the story, gang bang Chain on, nigga, bling bling The moral of the story, Johnny Dang He sayin somethin, he hear shots for days The moral of the story, I aint playin My dick feel like, fuck it, do not today Moral of the story, gotta get this paper You dont wanna work for me? Ill slave yah The moral of the story, Im a president, not a mayor Walk up in the shop, I be spendin paper Moral of the story, nigga, I be gettin paper Moral of the story, if I see your thot I take her Moral of the story, that bitch rape me, I dont rape her Im flexin real hard, shoes cost 2 school bus drivers paycheck Moral of the story, my shoes cost what you aint get paid yet The moral of the story is the glory The moral of the story, these niggas shorty The moral of the gas, I smoke weed The moral of the cash, I blow it The moral of the X, I pop an E The moral of these niggas, they act like a lot of me The moral of the story, hear the shots, spend Gs The moral of the story, bitch I brought my guap with me Ayy, ayy The moral of the car that I drive The moral of the thots that I got The moral of the cash that I spend The moral of the numbers I get The moral of the TECs that I pop The moral of the shots in my Glock Yeah Im cool but Ive been a hot nigga Moral of the story, cant trust, watch niggas On the fuckin piss, here piña colada, nigga Moral of the story, I aint worried bout nada, nigga Bitch Im from the Glo, straight A-Team, well ride a nigga Moral of the story Im Black Disciple nigga The moral of the story is the glory The moral of the story, these niggas shorty The moral of the gas, I smoke weed The moral of the cash, I blow it The moral of the X, I pop an E The moral of these niggas, they act like a lot of me The moral of the story, hear the shots, spend Gs The moral of the story, bitch I brought my guap with me Aye, I brought the racks out I brought the racks out I brought the racks out bitch Aye, I brought the gat and the racks and the packs out bitch Aye, I brought the racks out Baby girl, I brought the racks out bitch I brought the set, the gat, the pack, the racks bitch I brought the racks out bitch

My check let a nigga flex He get wet, he get that hot shit I got my Bernie Mac, nigga who you with Im coolin with the gang, and nigga we on that hot shit I know Im rich I still be doin 6, everywhere, anywhere You know Ima rep my shit Bandana on the choppa I Juelz my shit I can cut my dreads off and I can sell my shit Smokin on this loud, you can smell my shit Hop out the car, you can smell my whip I dont fuck with coochie if you can smell that shit I dont want the coochie if she sell that shit She said she aint a thot, she tellin fairy tells and shit I pull up on ya block and I hear yells and shit See I got verses but bitch, I dont got em for the low She said that she love me but baby I aint retarded doe I just hit the earth, drop in my veins to let you know I just rolled three grams in that thang from Texaco When I pull up you know I be TNT Hop out and I be Chiefin Keef Mic check let a nigga flex He get wet, he get that hot shit I got my Bernie Mac, nigga who you with Im coolin with the gang, and nigga we on that hot shit I know Im rich I still be doin 6, everywhere, anywhere You know Ima rep my shit Bandana on the choppa I Juelz my shit I can cut my dreads off and I can sell my shit No more loco, Sachi solo 9 to 5 no, no, we Td and we slow-mo Actavis, Im in love with 4 o-z Leaned out is how I be God damn its hard to stand, and no I can not see Im about to hit a lick at Paradime Trade in the script for a pair of dimes Im a star so you know Im sonnin bitches They just mad that Im having fun with this shit They just mad that Im buying lunches with it Passport with 300 tickets Bang Bang, 300 and shit Mic check let a nigga flex He get wet, he get that hot shit I got my Bernie Mac, nigga who you with Im coolin with the gang, and nigga we on that hot shit I know Im rich I still be doin 6, everywhere, anywhere You know Ima rep my shit Bandana on the choppa I Juelz my shit I can cut my dreads off and I can sell my shit

Yeah, I know you down for the ignorance Yeah, yeah, you see me on the internet My life is down, my life is down And its down in the ignorance Sosa Baby Coolin on the block and we down for some ignorance No love to the opps cause we down for some ignorance I just bought a Glock cause Im down for some ignorance My mans just got popped, now Im down for some ignorance Scream Fuck the police if you down for some ignorance Turn up on CPD if you down for some ignorance Fonem ride around and you know they with the shits Might pull up on your block, let it blow in this bitch, get Down, down for some ignorance Down, down for some ignorance Down, down for some ignorance Down, down for some ignorance Dont forget the heat They might catch you lacking On 47th Street By your mama address Rock you right to sleep Like a little baby Gotta keep a strap on me like a straight jacket Bitch I might go crazy! Tuck your scary ass in bed Id like to sing to you a little ghetto lullaby Grab your gun and light a blunt and pop a pill And put a middle finger in the sky Two niggas in a black Toyota With a strap thats loaded and I cant control em Ready for a game of Texas HoldEm Meaning they aint no joker And they might poke ya for that white Sammy Sosa Catch you lackin on your grannys sofa Home alone and he bout to roll up He dont know we about to roll up Up for revenge and Im down for some ignorance Run up in his crib, lay down all the witnesses Finna take a ride and we packing, its a business trip Me with the cannon in my hand, can you picture this? Down Hide my pain in the past Behind my face in this mask Foot to the gas, buck on the dash I might spaz on your goof ass Dont make me blast, shit come off safe If you dont open the safe Totin an eight, open the door Open his face, with this vase Blood on the carpet, no conscience Beat a nigga like a 808, so heartless Ran out the back door of the apartment Stash the bloody gloves in the garbage These nightmares turn us into monsters Memories on 47th Street haunt us You a ghost, fuck around wit them fuck-arounds You can fuck around, get smoked Down, down for some ignorance Down, down for some ignorance Down, down for some ignorance Down, down for some ignorance Niggas on ya head Wanna see you bleedin They just took a L They gon make it even They know where you live They gon catch you while you leavin Is that a face in the staircase? Bitch I might be tweakin Listen to the voices in my head Welcome to my fucked up reality Ever since you did that home invasion Cause the universe can feel ya energy Mentally ill, fuck Dr. Phil All these pills aint Benadryl No oil but its been a drill Let me show you how the jungle feel Lions, tigers, bears Tryna dodge the feds If the National Guard was actually hard They wouldnt be scared And these kids grew up with no moms and no dads Blew up with these rhymes and notepads Even if they did theyd dopeheads On a one way street to nowhere Everything to prove with nothing to lose You fools at FOX News Couldnt walk a block in our shoes, theyll lay you Down, down for some ignorance Down, down for some ignorance Down, down for some ignorance Down, down for some ignorance Down, down, down, down Down, down, down, down Down, down, down, down Down, down, down, down Down

Sosa baby you know how Im rockin baby Like cut off stockins baby keep kush in my pocket baby All designer get your grind up Got a Breitling for the time up Big boss Fredo you know how Im rockin, squad shit Gang in this bitch nigga Ayy, ayy ayy ayy Baby girl, you know I got the heats Baby girl, you know I got the Gs, ayy ayy Baby girl, you know I live that life Baby girl, you know I got that ice, ayy Walked in this bitch, smellin like a pound Goddamn gas so loud Hunnid round choppa , that bitch go graaa Bang bang bang, couple bodies on the ground Pull up on you smokin, 18 wheel rollin Its a problem, smoke em We aint gotta choke em, ayy I dont need no holster Its on my hip and Ima blow it What you bang?, where you hang? I got brrr money Birdman Menace to society, Im Caine Pull up in that thang that bitch stain Savage Squad Glo Gang Killa a nigga watch em die dang We dont give a fuck, we insane Skurt-skurt pull up in that range, shooting Bullets goin crazy, Wu-Tang Check my resume, I do thangs Tell he whipped Japanese, bitches eatin sushi Suck me so good, damn think theys my new boo thang Ayy Baby girl, you know I got the heats Baby girl, you know I got the Gs, ayy ayy Baby girl, you know I live that life Baby girl, you know I got that ice, ayy Walked in this bitch, smellin like a pound Goddamn gas so loud Hunnid round choppa , that bitch go graaa Bang bang bang, couple bodies on the ground Pull up in a trucks Buck to the buck Cut to the cut Nigga what to the what Nigga nuck if you buck Im high speed wish ya luck I tote an HK, Fredo tote on a Glock He sippin on lean, Im smokin on stuff Drills I go through with it, nigga aint no foldin up Nigga aint no foldin up My money aint even foldin up Just bought a condo Damn that bitch is big as fuck Baby mamma suck my dick She might just get some kicks or sum Trickin aint nothing if you got it and I am rich as fuck Baby girl, you know I got the heats Baby girl, you know I got the Gs, ayy ayy Baby girl, you know I live that life Baby girl, you know I got that ice, ayy Walked in this bitch, smellin like a pound Goddamn gas so loud Hunnid round choppa , that bitch go graaa Bang bang bang, couple bodies on the ground

I hit Saks, I spend racks I spend stacks, I can get it back Nigga, get back, I go click clack Leave the pussy wet, dont get bitch smacked Ride down on ya, in the tic tac And this designer on me, its fuckin mismatched Grab a big Mac, break your Kit Kat All these tools on me, and I can fix that When I was up in rehab, I was smokin tooka dope Ayy, boy what you smokin on? Its probably some fookah dope Buy a Gucci throw it on, 5000 for it, how you aint know? Walk up in the Louis store, they know I got them big bankrolls I am sippin purple drank, no girl, this is not yellow No I do not know that hoe, she in Miami, I know Now Im somewhere in west coast, smokin on the best dope Fat ass clipper in my chop, if you want a trim, lets go Ooh, Im acting a fool, hoes say Im rude And some say Im cute, and make me food Im up at Barneys, dont want no Louis I want Balmains, I dont want no shoes So smooth, wont catch me snooze Ooh, my watch a fool Its fucked, them niggas bools Is it false, and or is it true? Yall know how we bummin man Fresh off of tourin man, back off of tourin man Back at it 24-H 365 man Walk up in Barneys, cant even decide, man Balmains, no red bottoms You hear me? Big bands, finesse yall You see us doin this shit nigga, cause we still doin this shit Nigga, so was doin this shit cause we been doin this shit Nigga, yall know how the fuck we comin, nigga R.I.P. Blood nigga, R.I.P. Cap nigga Sneak diss, catch a slug, nigga Put a nigga on a stretcher Who is that though? Youngest flexer Yall got questions, I cant answer Im a rich nigga, no time for dandruff Dodgin Aiki, smokin dopey She has the best head, she gets a trophy Nigga, Im 2-4, you do not know me You are a peon, thats what she told me

I came, I saw, I conquered Been jumped up off the porch on my momma I aint worried about these little bitty suckers Cuz Im a money getting muthafucka Yeah, I come from the slums, yeah, I been getting money, yeah I blow on my own, no, I dont need nobody, woo When I pull up Glo, no, I dont see nobody If I wasnt trappin, trappin, trappin, I swear, I wont be nobody This nigga bitch just hit me up, she ask me what Im doing I say getting to the bucks She told me that she wanna come through and fuck I say no, bitch, suck my nuts, you nuts What you want, what you want You aint talkin money Then you getting on me nerves, swerve, what a bird You aint a dog call you lil courage Dumb muhfucker, cowardly dog I come my cowboys shooting on purpose You aint no shooter, what you shooting for Curry? Eddy Curry, Im eating on curry With my granny, I got black eyed peas Swear to god I dont need no Fergie She say she wanna be Chief Keef wife Im like swerve Bitch lemme tell you what I heard Heard that yous a motherfucking thot You be block-to-block Curb-to-curb The bitch heard I got gwap Now she wanna let me fuck, I heard I heard Always gotta know popo my dear, tryna kick down the door I knerr I knerr I came, I saw, I conquered Been jumped up off the porch on my momma I aint worried about these little bitty suckers Cuz Im a money getting muthafucka Yeah, I come from the slums, yeah, I been getting money, yeah I blow on my own, no, I dont need nobody, woo When I pull up Glo, no, I dont see nobody If I wasnt trappin, trappin, trappin, I swear, I wont be nobody I be getting gwap If I was working I would fuck all my damn colleagues Start by the nature to get my pistols I swear they so naughty naughty Rollin Rollin routin routin You know you aint about it Charlie Gettin money, spending money You know you aint about it dummy Ima come thru with the coolin kits, ooh its real cool You was on that opp shit, then ooh its kill you I be on that loud shit, dont give a fuck who tell you And Im smoking on that loud shit Dont give a fuck who smell cool Your clique full of squares like a picture and a border I can get some bricks and I can send em thru the border I just got your bitch I was having fun but I got bored of her Meet me at the border Im at Chiraq, Drillinois I came, I saw, I conquered Been jumped up off the porch on my momma I aint worried about these little bitty suckers Cuz Im a money getting muthafucka Yeah, I come from the slums, yeah, I been getting money, yeah I blow on my own, no, I dont need nobody, woo When I pull up Glo, no, I dont see nobody If I wasnt trappin, trappin, trappin, I swear, I wont be nobody

GGP N-G, N-G G-A-N-G , G-A-N-G G-A-N-G , G-A-N-G G-A-N-G DP on the beat G-L-O-G-A-N-G Money, we get plenty Thots, we get plenty Niggas cant come near we Cause niggas out here snakes Niggas act like they your friend, they fake They want the food up on your plate They want your shoes, they want your skates Im bout my money, honor that Salute, Im captain Know she fuck me cause my money blame it on the Cognac Comin through, Andy hit me like, ring ring, we got some racks Its a lot of money on the table, you know we gotta get that Bad bitch, gotta hit that Im flier than a pelican man Lean back with the tool Fat Joe Walk in the room, Im Elephant Man Diamonds on me, they elegant man Tryna take my shit, Im tellin you man Im gon blow my gun, bang, bang, bang I aint feelin you man Diamonds in my chain, bling bling bling Yours look shittier man Bitches call my phone, ring ring ring You think yours looks prettier man Finna smoke some loud, I swear I cant hear you man I be ballin out, I think Im Kobe Durant G-L-O-G-A-N-G Money, we get plenty Thots, we get plenty Niggas cant come near we Cause niggas out here snakes Niggas act like they your friend, they fake They want the food up on your plate They want your shoes, they want your skates Got more pints than a blood drive Pouring fours, this is mud life Up in PJs, thats how we fly They see Im rich and they ask me why Sosa and Sachi, we gonna catch this hommi G-L-O Gang, we about to catch this body Cut the tennis ball, hide the crack in it People thought Im actin Young Sachi trappin You know Sosa strappin Chicago to Manhattan And you know my boys that always be clappin Bang bang, now 300 Andy Milonakis, bitch you dont want it, bitch G-L-O-G-A-N-G Money, we get plenty Thots, we get plenty Niggas cant come near we Cause niggas out here snakes Niggas act like they your friend, they fake They want the food up on your plate They want your shoes, they want your skates

Young Chop on the beat Yeah, yeah, word Sremm, Swae Ear Drummers My chopper hit the folks Like he came with Meechie My chopper stomp a bitch I think he came with Reese Pull up on your bitch like she begging Think shes pleased to meet me This FN watch it skip, scratch it like a CD For my ex bitch, for my old partners Finger fuck my new choppers Slice you like a cucumber X you out Circle you in Im a triangle Boy yous a square This pistol hit a nigga, like he hit him first Fill out this Glock job application, he gonna give you work Boy, you like an ant, bite me, how could it hurt? You see I fell up in a Glo hole, its drippin off my shirt Go ahead, stand up, its a man down Steve Austin, hit a nigga with a smackdown Chopper sing like hes signed to the Mo Town Think he hot, come through, its a fan down Before I pop, better bring the rubber bands out Cut off your wrist, fuck a hand out On the roof throwing thousand dollar clothes down You aint getting money, nigga, sit down Little girl, theres an elephant in the house Three blunts, half an ounce Got some Ps and Im passing them out Run off, tape your mouth, no shout Say you want back your bitch? Well, Ima be done in an hour Fuck her in my nice ass shower, you can be calling for hours Come through blowing like a whistle, I forget you I wont even remember that shit Pull up on a fuck nigga, whats up, nigga? He said he aint with none of that shit Riding round with the pipes, and a couple bowls of loud I can go to jail for that shit But cops cant knock me down, get right out make bail for that shit Niggas think that its sweet, Valentines Day, AR-14 Come say he love you I was talking bout the money, told your bitch not now Im riding round with my boo Hey boy, I dare you nothing Get mixed in a bowl with the fruits This blender hit ya ass, he gon turn into Juicy Fruit Why I always hop in my car, Sosa where you going? Im going far Blowing shit up like a bomb 9/11 folks nem not a fire All this ice on my arm I think I need to go and get shots Put circles all up on your shirt I think we need to go and get a box

Dun Deal, ayy man Dun, Guwop Yeah, take off I ain’t tryna fall out with money I ain’t tryna fall out with money I just wanna ball out with money And I ain’t tryna fall out with money I’ve got so much money on me I’ve got so much money on me I’ve got so much money on me I’ve got so much money on me I ain’t tryna fall out with money I ain’t tryna fall out with money I get so much money I’m standin’ here with so much money I got model money, show money, plus I’m gettin’ that dope money I might get your ho money, yeah, if she a snow bunny Grow house ‘dro money, nick/dime slow money Glock 9, kick doors, bitch, I need some more money I ain’t that old, but my bank roll keep a fleet of young hoes Smokin’ on the big ‘dro, they cook dope Gucci cutthroat, used to stay next door to his kinfolk Limousine tint, bitch, pourin’ up your rent money Pour it up ’til it turn purp’, 50 Cent money All my goons, yeah they on alert, get ya murked money I’m in Dallas livin’ fuckin’ lavish, I got Dirk money Caesar’s Palace, yeah I let ‘em have it, I got work bunkin Homie ain’t got a cent to his name, he ain’t got money He a lame, ain’t no one to blame, got cocaine money Gucci, I got white money, brown money, green money Nigga, you a lean junkie, blind, never seen money I’ve got so much money on me I’ve got so much money on me I’ve got so much money on me I’ve got so much money on me I ain’t tryna fall out with money I ain’t tryna fall out with money I get so much money I’m standin’ here with so much money GBE baby That bitch ask what time it is – it’s 10:17 I keep big Ben Frank bankrolls in my Robin’s jeans You’ve got 30 fucking problems if you think ’bout robbing me I got get-a-nigga-whacked money, and they’ll go overseas Cops pull me over they like, jeez ‘Cause I’ve got so much money on me And I’ve got a QP with me That’s why I’ve got so much bond money on me And I’ve got this Nina with me With this 30 clip, hope it don’t jam on me But you’d better pray for your life, bruh When you run up on me Bimmer cost a hundred some Gs But I still got Ferrari money on me And I feel like T-U-P-A-C-K, all eyes on me CEO of GBE, G-L-O-G-A-N-G Im a Leo, my birthday everyday I’ve got so much cake on me And I smoke so much stunna And I count so much money I never pick a ho over my money I’m gettin’ money, while Im throwing my money I’ve got so much money on me I’ve got so much money on me I’ve got so much money on me I’ve got so much money on me I ain’t tryna fall out with money I ain’t tryna fall out with money I get so much money I’m standin’ here with so much money So much molly , I done took so much molly I can’t even feel my body So much molly, I can’t feel my body This party ’bout to turn into an orgy 6 hookers in here, it’s just one me I’m leanin’, drank so much Codeine Promethazine, think I’m ’bout to OD I think I need to smoke some weed ’cause I’m really geekin’ It’s Tuesday, I’m freakin’, but we listenin’ to The Weeknd I’m tryna mix this Vietnamese with this Puerto Rican This fine Cali bitch’ll let me sneak this Georgia peach in “Good grief, I can’t breathe, can we take a break?” She’ll suck your dick through your briefs, eat beef like a steak She put my dick on a plate, then she said her grace She said that money make her cum, she love the fact I’m paid I’ve got so much money on me I’ve got so much money on me I’ve got so much money on me I’ve got so much money on me I ain’t tryna fall out with money I ain’t tryna fall out with money I get so much money I’m standin’ here with so much money

Bang! I got apes in my crib like the Chicago Zoo Yall sneak a shot in, do what yall gone do Cause once we hear some shots we blow an Uzi with the 2s Fat ass .223 chopper, his kufi was shooting Was in my backyard, a long beach just like Snoop I cant count all this money, 3-2-3, 2-3-2 I was selling snails while you niggas was in school Say hello to my little friend, he gone reply what it do I got lions, tigers, bears, jaguars, panthers, sheeps, and goose Hyenas and monkeys, monkey nuts up on my tool I got giraffes and elephants, you know whats in my room I got camels and baboons, they gone get the tool I got 30 shots in my trap like Im on the block My trap on their heels, Jack and Jill get knocked Down to the ground, niggas stumblin a lot Got my chopper in the jungle, they be rumblin a lot When you play my shit they start a riot Start a fight, we start a fire Nina dont remember clownin, hop in my Audi, Im outie Spendin money like a Saudi In the Valley out in Cali No LA fitness, make you lose weight, bitch Bali On my dick, she lick it, she remind me of a mistress On my dick stay gettin it, you will think I killed it Call me Weezy baby, car aint got no ceilings The AR-15 start dancin cause yall got no bang Im coolin in the water with the stingrays and sharks You think you are tequila these the shots on the rocks Rollin in that Nascar, pull up, hit the pitstop Bad bitch head high, now Im gettin neck top Run up in your party bitch, we rockin it Police cant come through the door, cause Im lockin it Unless they got a warrant, they just talkin shit Fed house still doors why yall talk this shit? You tryna catch a nigga slippin Crusin in a rental Make your bitch forget her business Like amnesia was the issue Bitch dont look at me when you sneeze Cause I probably aint got the tissue Nigga lookin at me like its sweet Like I aint got the pistol I do this bitch like the swat, nigga clear the spot You dont hear the shots, you need a cotton swab When the doctor bring your bitchass back We come through pop his ass Start runnin from the cops Crossover, rocked his ass Im coolin in the 60s up in Slauson And a broker in New York cause Im a baller This ho gave me her number like Im gone call her She was standin up high but now shes fallin I see you lookin with your lookin ass nigga You cant act like you aint hate, you mad nigga Youse a Ratatouille, youse a rat nigga I get blue cheese, Im a black nigga I hit Saks and fucked up a sack Came out lookin cool When I say okay Kool-Aid it really mean okay cool I know you smell me Im bringing like, Im ridin round with food Its that loud pack, where the dog at? I got Snoop You can see the aftermath man, not done bustin tools Nigga, youse a bunny rabbit, Slim Shady, what it do? My money superstitious see it comin out the room While they hate justify belief in supernatural coupes

DP Beats Im weeded No stressing, girl, nada, Im weeded, ayy Yeah, thats cool, ayy Yeah, thats cool I fucked her on top of Temp Bang, bang I fucked her on top of Tempur-Pedic Tryna stress me girl, nada, I dont need it No stressing, no nada, Im weeded Interest me, if not, I wont believe it I fucked her on top of Tempur-Pedic Trynastress me, girl, nada, I dont need it No stressing, no nada, Im weeded Interest me, if not, I wont believe it He flexin like Im not, I dont believe it Check out my watch, check out his watch, is his teeny? These lessons Im teaching, they taught me it My God blessed me, Im flexing, walking it Pull up for that money, Im walking it Pulled your thot, I catch her, Im freezin I live this, no, Im not talking it That money, yeah, I be stalking it Got your bitch at midnight, freezin Pull up with your heat if you are with it Please do not IG or tweet it The feds watching, I do no snitchin I spend money, I do no bitchin I make money, I use no kitchens Niggas washed up and Ill do those dishes Im topped up and I need more attention That thot, I fucked her, shes in love Shes like, Know Chief Keef? Hes a drug Cops like, Know Chief Keef? Hes a thug Niggas like, Chief Keef? No, hes a scrub But Im countin benjis, no bucks And thots, Im fuckin plenty, so what? I be like, You gon let me in them panties or what? Is you with me just like Wendy or what? I fucked her on top of Tempur-Pedic Tryna stress me girl, nada, I dont need it No stressing, no nada, Im weeded Interest me, if not, I wont believe it I fucked her on top of Tempur-Pedic Trynastress me, girl, nada, I dont need it No stressing, no nada, Im weeded Interest me, if not, I wont believe it He flexin like Im not, I dont believe it Check out my watch, check out his watch, is his teeny? These lessons Im teaching, they taught me it My God blessed me, Im flexing, walking it

Walked in the spot, smellin like ganja Walked in the spot, smellin like money Walked out the spot, hop in my car, skrt skrt, riding Pull up on my plug, beep beep, Im back in traffic Hopped in my car, straight hotboxing Bitch mouth dropped when she see the top dropping And my mouth drop when I see a lot of money For me, swear that this shit aint funny I just get the money then Im goin out in public, stuntin Shoulda never gave a young nigga money Fresh as fuck, lookin like Im goin on a luncheon Now I got a belly of a beast, I be munchin Beauty of the beast, diamonds dancin With G-L-O-G-A-N-G, ridin Asantis But dont make my pistol sing like Ashanti I beat that mothafucka, Tina Turner Cops on us, nigga turn Im runnin, I aint gettin searched Get away, I be first Im in this shit till the dirt Walked in the spot, smellin like ganja Walked in the spot, smellin like money Walked out the spot, hop in my car, skrt skrt, riding Pull up on my plug, beep beep, Im back in traffic Hopped in my car, straight hotboxing Bitch mouth dropped when she see the top dropping And my mouth drop when I see a lot of money For me, swear that this shit aint funny Throw that money to me, ayy, Ima catch it Gang banging, throwin sets, bitch Chain hangin on my neck, bitch Wrist hurt, my watch be doin damage I stay smokin on that cat piss You still be smokin on that cat shit Choppin up this shit like Im from Texas New car, I just got it I heard you be on that flex shit Put this pistol to your biceps, bitch Bought a pound and smoked the ganja that quick In my car bitch, Im Sosa Sonic, fast shit Walked up in the spot, I smellwet shit So Im like, Who the fuck is smokin that shit? Walked up out the spot with every damn bitch But Im in a two-seater, all of em cant fit Walked in the spot, smellin like ganja Walked in the spot, smellin like money Walked out the spot, hop in my car, skrt skrt, riding Pull up on my plug, beep beep, Im back in traffic Hopped in my car, straight hotboxing Bitch mouth dropped when she see the top dropping And my mouth drop when I see a lot of money For me, swear that this shit aint funny

Aye, aye Gang nigga Aye, aye, aye Bang Gang Gang Aye, aye Aye, Front $treet, aye My watch is so flirty , take your bitch, I bet he can My gun is so dirty , yours Hi-Point, I bet he jam This aint peanut butter , I cant be up in these jams Pussy niggas tellin , yall cant be up in these slams Cops done met us on your block, we in that jam, out that jam Pussy niggas stop that flexin , you know you aint bout that there Say youre a shooter, nigga stop right there Red beam your head, put the dot right there With the 50 niggas with Glocks right there Vroom vroom nigga then the cops right there Aye, wooh wooh wooh wooh wooh wooh, aye aye Pull up on your strip with the hollow tip, startin shit Take a whiff of this here, my gun fart and shit, pardon me Bulldog with the 4 5th , and I target it, I did it 30 shots on my hip, and I bargained it, I did it 30 karats on my wrist, they just shine and shit , pardon it Fuck niggas act like fish, pulled up and sardined it, I did it Ridin down your block , just came from silence Bitch we lightin shit Bitch Im running shit, this aint a rally, bitch we climbin shit Jumped out the porch when I was 9 and shit On the block totin a 9 and shit Runnin up, committin crimes and shit member being on that grimy shit Now my jewelry bling as shit Now Im the biggest thing and shit Smokin on dope, the blue dream and shit This shit got me dreamin and shit My watch is so flirty , take your bitch, I bet he can My gun is so dirty , yours Hi-Point, I bet he jam This aint peanut butter , I cant be up in these jams Pussy niggas tellin , yall cant be up in these slams Cops done met us on your block, we in that jam, out that jam Pussy niggas stop that flexin , you know you aint bout that there Say youre a shooter, nigga stop right there Red beam your head, put the dot right there With the 50 niggas with Glocks right there Vroom vroom nigga then the cops right there Aye, aye, woo, aye You got a Hi-Point, aye, nigga what? You think with that Hi-Point, aye, you finna bust? You think youre a hard boy, aye, nigga what? Creepin down the pavement , aye, finna buck, up With them slugs Shoot you in your face and your nuts Nigga, aye, whats up With all these fuck niggas, talkin a bunch of nothin? Scooby Doo shucks, when we pullin up Shootin up trucks, shootin up your cars Nigga run up, done up, hah, yeah, wish you luck Click clack these guns, make em hot, these hoes fizzin up Sizzlin up Bang bang, aye, bang bang bang My watch is so flirty , take your bitch, I bet he can My gun is so dirty , yours Hi-Point, I bet he jam This aint peanut butter , I cant be up in these jams Pussy niggas tellin, yall cant be up in these slams Cops done met us on your block, we in that jam, out that jam Pussy niggas stop that flexin , you know you aint bout that there Say youre a shooter, nigga stop right there Red beam your head, put the dot right there With the 50 niggas with Glocks right there Vroom vroom nigga then the cops right there Wooh, wooh, wooh wooh, wooh Wooh wooh, wooh, wooh wooh aye Wooh, wooh, wooh wooh

Turbo 5:49 in the AM Birds chirpin, neck on swim Cut a nigga up like the shrimp My brother in the back, he got the gat on him Free T-Slick, thats my rappy Take off my Louis belt, spank ya like ya Pappy No you aint gotta ask me, ayy I knew I was real when my mama had me, ayy Lil baby nasty See her in the club, you would think she classy She like my neck piece Shorty your lil ass got a fatty, ayy Im gettin fetty Oh you like beef? Lets make paghetti, ayy She wanna neck me She say she think Im lil sexy, ayy Call my bestie Ayy Ben Franklin, come and get me, ayy Got the semi Like my brother, he comin with me, ayy I aint friendly But Ill fuck with you if you fuck with me, ayy She tried to kiss me She a serial killer, she tried to get me, ayy My chain too heavy Let me rest my neck, now Im ready, ayy Bitches petty Gucci by the jacket like Spinelli, ayy She think Im edgy Shoot three at you, Ed, Edd, and Eddy, ayy You really smoke reggie Bought a watch and couldve bought a Bentley Dont come near me With all that fu shit, could you spare me? LTE boomin in the mountains Bitch Im with Verizon, can you hear me? Windows tinted, I should see it clearly, ayy No I wouldnt like for you to fear me, ayy I dont need you to fear me, just to feel me No you wont see me but youll hear me, ayy Birds still chirpin, foenem still servin Police still lurkin, shawty want a Birkin I still murk it, you probably still a virgin The life I live make you nervous Sprinkler still goin, clock still tickin Give a nigga a two piece, spicy with a biscuit I just count one two, three four endless Bitches blowin kisses, how can I fix this? BM told me drop dead S-600 over the drop head Hit your bitch up, yeah I did it, I did Yeah Im bipolar, I aint takin my meds Probation officer tryna check in my bed Blood on the money, then the check is all red Tell IG to make my verification all red Folks come out the cut, he feel like takin off heads Smoke too much dope, wont forget what I did BM changed her number, I cant FaceTime my kid Did I hear correctly? Let me clean out my ears She wanna give me top, while Im behind the wheel Late night, Jerry Seinfeld, ayy So I picked her up, her first words were, How you feel? Baby I feel like a couple million Baby look like Barbie how she throw it off a sip, ayy Had to get the city off the shelf Nah this aint no cigar nigga, but you gon hold this L Get to sprayin S-H-E-L-Ls, ayy Clean him up, we dont leave a trail Hah, the old hood is the Pale You know I got that intel like a Dell, ayy Chopper sing, Adele We go home and splash him like a whale Pull up, pull off Faster than a Coke go flat, yeah I just get some on me, no gat, ayy Niggas hoes, we all know that, ayy We took your pack and sold your pack Waitin on valet to bring the four door back, ayy, yeah The old me wouldve stole your whip, ayy Im gettin cheese now, I wont go back, ayy

Hustle Gang Remix! F.D.B! West Side, Bankhead, thats where Im from Everything y’all did, it been done My Tru game and my shoe game Can’t touch that shit Bitch steady hollin ‘bout fuck me? Nah, fuck that bitch Fuck that bitch Bitch steady hollin ‘bout fuck me? Nah, fuck that bitch Fuck that bitch Bitch steady hollin ‘bout fuck me? Nah, fuck that bitch Imma go three, stupid on the remix Imma show you how to raise up out the fire like a phoenix Im a Bankhead nigga, so Im straighter than a penis If ya try the Westside, Imma nut up like semen Ice got me anemic, walking up in Neimans And everytime I get a new broad, I get subpoenaed My baby mama mad and my girl look like a genie I got racks like Venus, 20 stack in my jeans Bread like panini, eating steaks and zucchini Wit ya broad in Tahiti, spaghetti string bikini I dont spit on tracks, I throw up on em like bulimic Pardon, my High Time album a problem, wait! Eastside, Candler Road, with yo ho, Im an animal She twerk that pussy, Hannah Montana, ho Yeah, her feet pretty, I just want the camel toe Yeah, she thought that I was playing till Im claiming Imma slap my name on it like a motherfucking envelope, yeah! Shouts out to my nigga Young Dro And all the real niggas on the Westside This year, when I turn 25, Imma take a G5 for a test drive Southside girls got all the game Northside girls sniff all the caine Eastside girls talk all the shit And all the Westside girls say fuck that bitch We lit for the remix, nigga so cold Im in the helix with three chicks, waiting on the fourth And my shoe game, oh, nah, already know I do things, Liu Kang, ready, set, go, uh Knock, knock, hear the bitches at the door? Party at Onyx, Im leaving out broke Walking beside me, you see a light show Well, my girl got a girl, guess Im living like Dro Dro, clean in this bitch Now, Im finna shoulder lean in this bitch They dont even search my team in this bitch So I proly got the purp and lean in this biotch! Still its fuck that chick Hit her off the Goose then duck that chick Hold up, we dont rock like that Make em all fall back, never trust that chick Bob Marley tip, reggaeton, oh baby, Im the boss of that Never give your heart if she not for real So go and play some Pac, thats why we call you bitch Bitch, dont even want you no more, fuck that shit Every nigga toting around me, he better bust that bitch Heard yall niggas playa hatin, whats up with that shit? He gon get you played up, get your paper up, but dont cuff that bitch My squad, well fuck that bitch She aint even know Im the CEO, that dumb ass bitch Forty thousand in Moncler, yeah, I run that bitch And I run with OBlock but yo block, Im on that bitch Lil stuntin ass bitch Hood nigga, love money, I throw bands, look up for that shit She spilled some liquor on my Louie, Im off that bitch Then I took that bitch virginity, I got some top and I fucked that bitch

I be getting money, my style these niggas stole it I be smoking dope, bitch Im a cupid old head Used to be from OBlock, now Im from that Glo Block I still a let the tool pop , I shoot it at 4 opps Ridin in a foreign, bad bitches goin I dont go to sleep aint gotta wake up in the morning I be up trap trap trappin while these niggas snorin Yo bitch gone pull up on me at 5 in the morning I pull up like where my money why you laughing? Aint shit funny Up this gun now you a bunny, boy you running, little Johnny I pull up blingin, chain from Johnny, watch from Johnny, ring from Johnny Everything from Johnny, I pull up bling is stuntin I pull up on you got that work You want a verse, Get it first Keep that chicken afford some beef Might as well gone ahead get a hearse Niggas smoking on dope, cause we smokin on purp Boy you smokin on burnt, boy you smoking on hurt Pull up in that ugly ass thing with no teeth Hop out makin these bitches go to work Pull up like skrrt, gon in the dirt Sosa where you going? Bitch, goin get some work I got verse for the high, and shows for the high Ring-ring who gone get it first? Pull up on your ass, get that cash Then I pulled off with a smirk Muhfuckers aint believe me when I said shit was gone get worse I be getting money, my style these niggas stole it I be smoking dope, bitch Im a cupid old head Used to be from OBlock, now Im from that Glo Block I still a let the tool pop , I shoot it at 4 opps Ridin in a foreign, bad bitches goin I dont go to sleep aint gotta wake up in the morning I be up trap trap trappin while these niggas snorin Yo bitch gone pull up on me at 5 in the morning On tracks I be flowing, weed I be blowing Hoes I be fucking, kick em in the morning Cause bitches be so corny, they is full of corn My nina be so horny, she is full of porn No sleep please no snoring I blink the floor Got cake all on the floor, I ate some more Cant give a bitch my time, I cant afford Cause I cant tell the time in my fucking Breitling Im from the block, I still wear white 1s Got so many styles, niggas bite one Let a freak me look like Got a watch out for the iguana I be getting money, my style these niggas stole it I be smoking dope, bitch Im a cupid old head Used to be from OBlock, now Im from that Glo Block I still a let the tool pop , I shoot it at 4 opps Ridin in a foreign, bad bitches goin I dont go to sleep aint gotta wake up in the morning I be up trap trap trappin while these niggas snorin Yo bitch gone pull up on me at 5 in the morning

Zaytoven That boy Cassius Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, woo woo I get a lot of money so all these hoes be on me I dont wanna fuck you bitch you gotta fuck my homie Imma keep stunting, keep pulling up in foreigns Long as its more Sosa less Tony Since Im the chosen one, I got all these hoes choosing Im a winner, cant lose man You aint gettin money, cant fool me Think Im about to fly out to Cancun man Your ice aint real man that shit fu fu Dont stall my niggas up dem niggas coo-coo One word and theyll shoot you Pistols blasting bullets fly like zoom zoom I get a lot of money so all these hoes be on me I dont wanna fuck you bitch you gotta fuck my homie Imma keep stunting, keep pulling up in foreigns Long as its more Sosa less Tony This ice on my wrist make me think that Im a trapper Try to take my shit, get T-Roy, he gon blast ya I dont want relations, I just fuck her then be Casper She just want some credit, Im no cashier

Shawty said she was a dreamer I turned they asses to a believer My other bitch like Justin Bieber I guess that bitch a belieber I still remember my hoes I bet they still remember my micro Wavy bitch off my grow You only want me cause my life glows All these bitches chasing after D Tell these bitches, “Chase after cheese” I forgot Im the fucking cheese I ride a Rari around, spending Gs Who raised me, my momma, granny No actor, but I need a Grammy Taxing niggas Uncle Sammy Girl you know Im Sosa Sammy I dont be off the molly I just be off a lot of weed Pull up, crash the party Shots at everybody Cant be chasing these hoes Gotta be chasing these rolls I was dreaming until I woke I aint a dreamchaser, bitch, I just glo Sosa, you be flexing, I know Sosa, you keep weapons, I know I aint got a yacht, I got a boat And that bitch is big as my home I was locked up, Divison 4 Repping my set cause niggas hoes I remember back in 94 Wait, I was born in 95 though Remember trapping just to get a coat Member trapping just to get some clothes Now I buy anything I want Anything I want in any mall I aint never been to Mexico But Im smoking on Texaco Remember pilling up Volvos Now I get 90 for 4 show My jewelry it cost 4 shows I threw it in the water and let it float Its icy, like the fucking North Pole I dont need no stylist for my wardrobe Look, lady, I got the fucking pack And I got the motherfucking sack Its a lot of snakes in the grass Watch out, theyll bite you in yo back

Sosa, baby Glo Gang, baby Blood Gang, baby Fifth Gang, baby Sit Gang, baby Get It Gang, baby Im that nigga, I squeeze triggas Ima tell you one time, not again ya This shit i mean it, no pretend ya I up this mothafucka, send this bitch up Let it hit ya, I wont miss ya I got aim mothafucka, Im gon hit ya Send this bitch up, send this bitch up We aint playin mothafucka We send this shit up There ya go boy, yeah ya know boy Im a Glo boy, used to be a O boy I was on the front boy, slangin coke boy The feds knocked on my grandmas door boy Where ya coke boy, cause my choppa down Let this mothafucka catch it, you catch choppa rounds Where ya drugs at, where your lots of pounds See you flexin on IG but do you got it now My chain like bling-blow, my watch like bling-blow Let a nigga try to take it, my gun go bang-bow What Im smoking loud, what you smoking mild In the club and I got my pipe on me now Im that nigga, I squeeze triggas Ima tell you one time, not again ya This shit i mean it, no pretend ya I up this mothafucka, send this bitch up Let it hit ya, I wont miss ya I got aim mothafucka, Im gon hit ya Send this bitch up, send this bitch up We aint playin mothafucka We send this shit up Send this bitch up, bitch Im from the Go I been jumped up off the porch, jumped off the bungalow I smoke lots of dope, walkin a tightrope Its cold outside, I got my pole I know Pulled up to a Wokcano, to get some curry doe Im a curry eatin mothafucka, hurry ho Walked into the bank, right before he close And then I got that gwap and then I hurried home Member when I was young, my mom told me hurry home Now Im grown, I can buy my momma 30 homes I still got my 30 holmes, think you sweet youll be buried holmes Im that nigga, I squeeze triggas Ima tell you one time, not again ya This shit i mean it, no pretend ya I up this mothafucka, send this bitch up Let it hit ya, I wont miss ya I got aim mothafucka, Im gon hit ya Send this bitch up, send this bitch up We aint playin mothafucka We send this shit up

I kill you niggas dead in this rap shit She gave me some head cause this rap shit All these niggas dead in this rap shit I do this for my daughter in this rap shit I love countin money cause this rap shit Dont be no dummy cause this rap shit Buying TEC-9s and Tommys with this rap shit Sosa bitch, I be with this rap shit All my niggas thirsty for this rap shit Kush grown and Im with a thick bitch I kill these niggas dead in this rap shit I bend these niggas dead in this rap shit All my niggas reckless and get hectic So dont be no dummy cause Im rappin My niggas down, my niggas fuck this rap shit And not ever change cause Im rappin So dont get me confused with this rap shit Buying TEC-9s and 30s with this rap shit Louis, Gucci, got it all off of rappin I killed these niggas dead in this rap shit I kill you niggas dead in this rap shit She gave me some head cause this rap shit All these niggas dead in this rap shit I do this for my daughter in this rap shit I love countin money cause this rap shit Dont be no dummy cause this rap shit Buying TEC-9s and Tommys with this rap shit Sosa bitch, I be with this rap shit Made a lot of haters off this rap shit Riding by myself cause I dont trust a bitch She gave me some head cause this rap shit On the road to get this bread, like traffic And bitch Im in the streets, Im in traffic Riding with my heat, Im in traffic A lot of bitches thirsty cause Im rappin But its fuck a bitch, on to the next bitch And the next bitch, next bitch I kill you niggas dead in this rap shit She gave me some head cause this rap shit All these niggas dead in this rap shit I do this for my daughter in this rap shit I love countin money cause this rap shit Dont be no dummy cause this rap shit Buying TEC-9s and Tommys with this rap shit Sosa bitch, I be with this rap shit

You like to fuck, yeah yeah Smoked dope til you couldnt, yeah yeah Bang bang Bang bang Lets get it Catch up Ohh yeah yeah yeah Ohh yeah yeah yeah You should wanna go and want to live your life I am not trying to read you your rights You feeling like Chief Turbo did you wrong You thought that you had Turbo in your palm If I got you baby girl, its for the night You should want to go and live your life You know that my bitches come in eighths I am not trying to read you your rights You crying, baby what is going on? You feeling like Chief Turbo did you wrong You thought that you had Turbo in your palm You got trust issues, girl you are not alone You feeling like Chief Turbo did you wrong You thought that you had Turbo in your palm

I was busy slidin in the 918 Baby momma text me at 5:18 Bad bitch text me at 6:16 Bout 7 A.M. she was neckin me Why she send these kissy face emojis to my phone? She diggin hard on a nigga cause Im goin strong She dont wanna smoke because what I smoke is strong Im in it all night, dont know when she goin home She gon slob on my knob like a corn on the cob But we cant go out in public, theres paparazzi to dodge As Im droppin the top, told her shoot for the stars I know she gon love me because every woman does As I slide in that water she get wet like a slide No I cannot stop her, she gon go like a ride She keep that thing clean, it be smellin like some Tide But no I cannot wife her so its lookin like divide She noticed me in the strip club throwin racks It was me and the gang, we was lookin like a tribe When she came to the crib it was lookin like a vibe Shawty got that head on her that I cant describe I was busy slidin in the 918 Baby momma text me at 5:18 Bad bitch text me at 6:16 Bout 7 A.M. she was lickin me Why she send these kissy face emojis to my phone? She diggin hard on a nigga cause Im goin strong She dont wanna smoke because what I smoke is strong Im in it all night, dont know when she goin home Shawty gettin free feels, put her hands on my wheel But I cant really trust her, got my hands on the steel I go in for the kill, rollin like a ferris wheel She get wetter than a ship, shawty got that Navy Seal She was talkin all tough, but I got her walkin stiff We had a bet that if I hit it good, she would make me meals You would think its homicide how I hit her with the steel All this energy it took, I should hit her with a bill She really want it all so I hit her with a lil Yeah she say she want some more, say thats all I got to give No relationship, a friend zone is all I got to build When it come to catchin bodies, girl I got a lot of kills I was busy slidin in the 918 Baby momma text me at 5:18 Bad bitch text me at 6:16 Bout 7 A.M. she was neckin me Why she send these kissy face emojis to my phone? She diggin hard on a nigga cause Im goin strong She dont wanna smoke because what I smoke is strong Im in it all night, dont know when she goin home

Catch up, lets get it! I know she gon let me hit it I do it later on, because you know I gotta get it Blue book on me, yeah its written Dont mind me Im just making these decisions I walk in the rolls, with my llama You dont want nothing nigga, so proceed to drama Wrist looking colder than the Yonkers Black thang sliding in the car call up Keke Palmer I walk up in the spot fresher than a damn Islamic Its a bird, its a plane, nah nigga its a comet Uhh-Uhh-Uhh-Uhh Im slidin in that vomit Smoking on this strong pack feelin real atomic Pass the blue thang my nickname is Sonic I just left Saks now Im pulling up to Sonic Tryna get on forbes cause they label me a convict Slide the gear over you wont see a nigga comin Cause Tadoe we on shit and we seeing how you bummin Ion fuck with you boa you seeing how Im turnin Cops on the side and they seeing how Im burning This bitch fast yeah they seeing how Im lunging I know she gon let me hit it I do it later on, because you know I gotta get it Blue book on me, yeah its written Dont mind me Im just making these decisions I walk in the rolls, with my llama You dont want nothing nigga, so proceed to drama Wrist looking colder than the Yonkers Black thang sliding in the car call up Keke Palmer 200, so the cops pulled us over I dont know if Im high or Im sober Twin stickies, but this not Minnesota Actin a ass got the car bending over Shawty send me roses and lotuses Please dont get them lame boys involved with this Hopped on yo shit and kill it, like who song is this? All up in my DM, man who mom is this? Walk up in yo spot, you know we running it Sack you in our touchdown, we loading it Ice on, dont know no nigga cold as this I wont miss the shot, I dont need no assist I know she gon let me hit it I do it later on, because you know I gotta get it Blue book on me, yeah its written Dont mind me Im just making these decisions I walk in the rolls, with my llama You dont want nothing nigga, so proceed to drama Wrist looking colder than the Yonkers Black thang sliding in the car call up Keke Palmer

Ya, Guwop Cut it up, slime Purps, burr, burr, squad, ooh Huh? Turn up Rich squad billionaires Yeah, huh, its Guwop Its Gucci Yeah , designer clothes I dont take nothing but designer drugs Upper echelon, you know Everything turnt up on my end Bought my Bentley where your Benz should have been Im going in and my friends cant get in Like 50 Cent, man, Im hated by many men But everything piped up on my end Park my Rari where your Vic could have been And its a dot where your neck could have been Lenox Mall, thats a check walking in, nigga See everything, turnt up on my end I rock Versace, that Medusa head man You cant go in the hood but Gucci Mane can In Birmingham got El Chapo gang plan Two kilo grams, Im in Gucci Grand down Man I dont give a damn twenty grand I can make a fan, make you murk your man Gucci ham just like Vietnam That shit bought a lamb contempt so many yams, Im getting overwhelmed Buy a key, I cooked it up for free Giving youngin game while Im whipping up a half a B You didnt buy from me Residue all on my AP, cost me 90 Gs Gas bags talking 93, trap right across the street Everything turnt up on my end Bought my Bentley where your Benz should have been Im going in and my friends cant get in Like 50 Cent, man, Im hated by many men But everything piped up on my end Park my Rari where your Vic could have been And its a dot where your neck could have been Lenox Mall thats a check walking in, nigga Ring, ring, ring, its money on my line I be getting bands out the Benz A fuck nigga try me then he die Nigga better stand where he stand, ey I want some Hennessy she want some wine I told that bitch to get with the clan We wanna drink that shit with some ice I told that bitch to get with the shits They say I was getting fatter with the Sprite But now I dont do that shit I-I-I be popping X all night Me and the crew ass shit ey I get it, wherever I look at What you looking at, I got five Glocks in the bookbag Aye, Im cooking And theyre still cooking Free Wop, thats what I named my line when they took him Free, free Slick Come around your block niggas get free shit Free shells, free hits, 2-4 BD shit Ray Charles I dont see shit Stevie Wonder with keys, bitch Guarantee I wont drop my gun if I do then Imma leave it Cause I got on gloves , and I aint going nothing Its a throw away, ey, I got plenty of Niggas is suspect, me, I am success Fifty thousand dollars for a show and I dumped it Everything turnt up on my end Bought my Bentley where your Benz should have been Im going in and my friends cant get in Like 50 Cent man Im hated by many men But everything piped up on my end Park my Rari where your Vic could have been And its a dot where your neck could have been Lenox Mall thats a check walking in, nigga Everything turnt up on my end

Ayy, Ayy Nah for real, yall know Ive been doing that shit Ive been a legend man, Ive been having them bars man Yall just gotta listen man I aint talkin fast you just listenin slow stupid, ayy Sosa where the Hawk go, did you trade it in? Hell no, I spent another 40k to bend I dont play but when I play, bitch I play to win All this money comin in, itll make you grin And in stash its a FN gotta make it in Pussy said he want smoke better take it in You in them Chiraq streets, better take it easy I can never wear your chain boy its too cheesy Told my bitch I aint with no bitch and said she dont believe me But she beliеve me if I paid a band for a Beaniе I had 5-10 bands in my True Jeanies Where that shit come from? Man I had a genie I had all that, trynna make a shout out at my granny And my wrist cost a baby Ima need a nanny You the type of nigga link up with a tranny Bought a new set of nanas for the chimpanzees Baby sosa bad ass was off six xannies I dont want to fuck that bitch, she wearin big panties I can go and buy yo same watch for my granny I do what I gotta do for my fuckin family Heat sensor on AR, call me Call Of Duty He a streetfighter hit his ass with the Hadouken Backdoored by a bitch, that shit too flukey Gravitated off the ground, thats some super Tookie Said you aint got my money, you shittin me Smokey? Chief Sosa in your house that bitch gon be smokin I got high off that bitch head, she tryna overdose me Got a cuban on my throat so she gon overthroat me I just bought a taurus in case I got a horoscope All this water on my body she gon need a floatie Gotta close the backdoor cause they gon leave it open Nigga I can kill this shit by just breathin on it Huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh Yous a fucking cheerleader, nigga bring it on I put stars in the ceiling of my Lambo Folks nemll leave you duckin like a limbo Like Machine Gun, I feel like Rambo And it take close to 50. cal ammo Man my shorty get surgical like training day Dirty ass BM throw my chain away I dont care hoe, I woke up feelin great today Wide body demon hawk, gonna make a play Seen my cousin and I gave that lil nigga my chain Told them when they city hot nigga make it rain Sosa brushin out his beard call them Abraham When the city got cold, Chief Sosa made it flame Sosa ridin with that stuff, I aint talkin Tameka sister Shawty freak ass, trynna suck me while these people lookin I can have my eyes closed and still can see you lookin We was in the streets figthin, ridin with Hadoukens Hadouken Hadouken Hadouken Pulled up, spaceship, bitch get a glimpse I smell fishy shit, you fuck with skrimps I up the chopstick, you did a flip Tryna shoot the most bird, I caught a clip Aint no other way to go, but up up the riff Steady sendin death threats, well, now you stiff Lift my wrist up, they like yep, its a lier My cuban link cost 10 thousand grams Baby Sosa prolly sold you 10 thousand grams On the asphalt, left yo shit on the ground Go go go, if you a threat, you get put down Ay I gotta glo and get that money man, who down? Police ridin up this street, we park with heed, scoot down Pulled up in that Urus, kitted up, she like oh damn LA Lakers front row seats, Lebron whadown The boys in this bitch with me too its goin gdown Hadouken Hadouken Hadouken

Bang, bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang Me and Chopll come through chopping shit See the cops now we hopping shit Niggas mad cause Im getting chop and shit When you suck me up, you gotta suck Chop, lil bitch Hop in my car and chop-chop Ride down yo block with bout 5 chops Ready for bout 50 opps My youngins toting 50 shots We got big ass chops Now Sosa got big ass chops Its me and Young Chop And the Glo, and we on top I say all I want is top You can keep your fucking bottom She say all she want is Chop Then I say, What? You off a molly? I got a K named Chop And he chop a lotta blocks And I get a lotta chop Bitch, my pockets the size of Chop Ima let it bang like Chop Let a nigga try to rob me Cause I get a lotta chop My necklace a lotta chop This bitch think I want her, Im in love with the guap Just served a fiend the other day up on my block Look through my rearview mirror and I seen the cops Know how we rock, boy, we got 50s on that block Lamron 300 shit, boy, you know how we rock Only the fam, only the family on that block Dont know whos snitching, niggas snitching on them blocks Cant trust a soul, so I be moving with that Glock Cant trust a soul, so I be moving with them shots Know how we rock, we got a K, I call it Chop And Ill pop that bitch on any opp I got a K named Chop And he chop a lotta blocks And I get a lotta chop Bitch, my pockets the size of Chop Ima let it bang like Chop Let a nigga try to rob me Cause I get a lotta chop My necklace a lotta chop

I dont like lil bets, I win whole pots I dont like lil hoes I get old thots I like new guap and old guap member letting tools pop in Oblock Aint no more verses that shit sold out I dont like white nigga, bring that gold out Smoking on this green dope its so loud I got enough Tooka for the whole crowd Aye aye aye aye aye Walk up in the show that shit sold out And we walk up in the show with poles out Let a nigga try me, he get blown down Referee whistle, I am so foul If you aint know nigga, now you know now Im in my BD stance, ten toes down Life a roller coaster bitch it Glo round Went and scooped some kicks, finna go and scoop your hoe now When I hit the bank I am so proud Just got some money in and it so loud You smoke dirty weed that aint no loud Boy that pack for kids that is so child Pull up on your bitch then take off wild I push it to the limit Im Rick Ross now I dont like lil bets, I win whole pots I dont like lil hoes I get old thots I like new guap and old guap member letting tools pop in Oblock Aint no more verses that shit sold out I dont like white nigga, bring that gold out Smoking on this green dope its so loud I got enough Tooka for the whole crowd Aye aye aye I got enough Tooka for the whole crowd Who wanna smoke now, I got dope now I got a lotta pack, lotta thrax Lotta X , lotta flats bitch , lotta narcotics bitch I pop a flat , and Im in that, at your neck bitch Catch you lacking , should of had your asses bitch Pull up in that wolf this is not a Lex bitch She like aint you Chief Keef, Im like Yes bitch Bitch nigga its cracking Get up off the porch, no lacking Ride up on you slide the door back, audience clappin We take what you taxes, split it up like magic Ayy ayy ayy nigga I dont like lil bets, I win whole pots I dont like lil hoes I get old thots I like new guap and old guap member letting tools pop in Oblock Aint no more verses that shit sold out I dont like white nigga, bring that gold out Smoking on this green dope its so loud I got enough Tooka for the whole crowd Aye, I got the dope nigga For the whole crowd nigga Who want the smoke nigga? For the whole crowd I got the dope I got enough motherfuckin Tooka for the fuckin whole crowd I got the dope

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haa Ahaha, haha, haha, uh Man, put his ass back, where he came! I thank yall for comin out Ayy, Ayy Ooh, oooh Sosa baby, GBE baby Ha, ha, ha, haha, haha Baby, you free as a motherfuckin freeway Vroom, vroom, vroom, go do you Get green baby, dont be blue Oh he got guns baby, what he do Devil on my collar tryna let me loose God be good all the time, don’t he do And I be chillin out like woosah Chillin out like woosah Boy, my gun dont got no holster Gun dont got no holster, ayy Yeah, that young nigga from O-Block Creepin down on yo block, ayy Ima star, I aint no co-star, star, aint no co-star, ayy At first I was at O-block, now Im rockin shows up, ayy Ahh-uhh Im from another planet, what Im doing here? I aint been to my home planet in six years I know they be lookin for me like, Damn, Sosa done! Only thing I get high off of purple and chron In a all black Lamb truck, this bitch cost a Rolls Royce Dawn You dont know how it feel to lose all of yo niggas Its just one thing you want Is one more time , to cruise with all your niggas But Im passed that, big blunts, but I do not pass that Sometimes I fuck with a rat hoe But I will never fuck with the rat pack Got Smith-n with me, baby, woosah, woosah Stick yo ass like botox Bitch, put your seat belt on when you hop in the fast car Tadoe steady ask how Im bleedin When you know Im bleeding like a tampon Still got love for the same bitch like when Im posted on Lamron My mama named me Keith baby, I rather that, than Stephon When the wheels went flat, we fixed that bitch and kept going Now it’s Fo’s on the truck, when I pull up they be like, Yeah, boy

What you talking for, keep your mouth closed Keep your mouth closed, if you aint talking bout dough You aint gettin dough, you aint got dough You live with ya mama, in her household Im ballin out though, and I got dough And I got hoes, and I got clothes Bitch I got weed, and I got jewels And I got mines, and I got yours I was riding in that thingy, his bitch like freaky Me I like speeding, ridin in them demons Your thot dont speak english, me I speak Engla Money Danita, pull up in the creature My son ride them forgis, me I ride visas Kay Kay get that cash boy Me I got visas He say he got swag but me I got ether He say he got Springfield me I got Lisa Your bitch up finna three way I met her this week She said that she a keeper Thottie the keeper The fuck I look like Peter Da fuck you look like Tinka Hell naw I be in the club like Im legal What you talking for, keep your mouth closed Keep your mouth closed, if you aint talking bout dough You aint gettin dough, you aint got dough You live with ya mama, in her household Im ballin out though, and I got dough And I got hoes, and I got clothes Bitch I got weed, and I got jewels And I got mines, and I got yours See Im riding in that bimmer, in the two seater Boolin with a thottie, thotties is eaters Im smoking on some reefer, red in my two litter Paid 6 for my shades another 6 for my sneakers 3hunna them my savages, they kill for no reason Run up on Benji, Haha you tweaking Everybody know I cant see its not a secret She say her boyfriend go deep, but baby I go deeper She say he gettin money, I dont believe her Me I be juggin, R-Riding with me heater I got molly Xanax, weed too, come see me In the trap playing with them keys call me Stevie What you talking for, keep your mouth closed Keep your mouth closed, if you aint talking bout dough You aint gettin dough, you aint got dough You live with ya mama, in her household Im ballin out though, and I got dough And I got hoes, and I got clothes Bitch I got weed, and I got jewels And I got mines, and I got yours

Young Chop on the beat She say she love me, whatever that is BandKamp Do me a favor, save that shit She say she love me, whatever that is Do me a favor, save that shit Like bad kids, bitch, we reckless Ball hard, stunt like taxes He say he know Sosa, he be lacking Do me a favor, save that shit You fuck niggas better stay packing A lot of extended clips, no acting She say she know Sosa, he be flexing Pull up, windows down, smell refreshing Good loud pack, smell like cat piss Hanging out the roof, young and reckless Rocking in my Rock jeans Campaign Sosa, every nigga following I aint with the arguing My niggas come, click clack, no arguing She say she love me, whatever that is We see a opp, shit get hectic A lot of extended clips, no acting No sex, bitch, I only want the neck, bitch She say she love me, whatever that is Do me a favor, save that shit Like bad kids, bitch, we reckless Ball hard, stunt like taxes He say he know Sosa, he be lacking Do me a favor, save that shit You fuck niggas better stay packing A lot of extended clips, no acting Woke up this morning and my swag on a million Oh my god, Soulja, Sosa, finna kill em New mixtape, got the streets going crazy Speakers going hammer , whipping up baby Pull up to the road, Panamera like its 80 .30 on my trap, got my cell going crazy Yellow bone lady , suck me in the Cedes Gucci everything, Versace on my lens Im so outta here, Im feeling like the bitch SODMG, swagga, and we killa Soulja, Sosa, go and take it over 2012 Lamborghini whip in slow motion She say she love me, whatever that is Do me a favor, save that shit Like bad kids, bitch, we reckless Ball hard, stunt like taxes He say he know Sosa, he be lacking Do me a favor, save that shit You fuck niggas better stay packing A lot of extended clips, no acting She say she love me, whatever that is Do me a favor, save that shit

She say she choose me cause she like my jewelry And I come through choppin shit like young black Bruce Lee Im smoking gooey, got clips like the movies Smoke a motherfucker just for suing me She say she choose me, she say she choose me Say she love me, dont ever wanna lose me She love my white t, my cars and that Im icy Black Bruce Lee, my jewelry love fighting Member ridin hoopties, now I can coupies Lived with grandma, now my house big enough to lose me She wanna give me coochi cause my life so gucci And I pull up choppin shit like young Bruce Lee Walk in them stores, I dont give no fuck Ima cash out Choppers in here, we gon blast out Im off that Tooka, June Bug, Aiki, and Fat Head now You can see what I got and what I had now I got that guap Sosa I like your car Tell them other niggas catch up to Glo, they fire Try me he gon get shot Never tell Almighty what he not And Ben Franklin my dude Niggas with me for Ben Frank they might shoot Sike ass niggas aint no tellin what they might do Chiraq ass niggas start a war upon my jewels She say she choose me cause she like my jewelry And I come through choppin shit like young black Bruce Lee Im smoking gooey, got clips like the movies Smoke a motherfucker just for suing me She say she choose me, she say she choose me Say she love me, dont ever wanna lose me She love my white t, my cars and that Im icy Black Bruce Lee, my jewelry love fighting

Bitch, OBlock, bitch Smoking out yo dead homies Thirty boppers for a opp Fifty round or a hundred, yall know how we coming Big guns, they long body Smoking out the 448 All we do is get money All we know is pop tags All we know is rock shows All we know is run them bands up Green guacamole, check out my new Rollie Ima bad motherfucker, swish, Ima splash brother Ice on me, colder than Chiraq weather Ima bad mamba jamba, and I keep a hammer Wanna see a nigga dead, wanna see me in the slammer Im so badass, fool, I can buy a school Shawty send me nudes, I aint wearing Trues Ima bad motherfucker It can crash, motherfucker Cracking cards, you lil fraud The ink in this choppa still pass pipes I’m pulling all nighters, I’m not tired You can see me from afar Grab a pound of smokes then I roll it up Take your block and I blow it up Got in her back and I tore it up Adobe Lightroom, how Im gloing up My wrist like water Now I got more money than my father Like El Chapo, bitch we kill your honor I pass the streets with flying colors Ima bad motherfucker, swish, Ima splash brother Ice on me, colder than Chiraq weather Ima bad mamba jamba, and I keep a hammer Wanna see a nigga dead, wanna see me in the slammer Im so badass, fool, I can buy a school Shawty send me nudes, I aint wearing Trues Ima bad motherfucker It can crash, motherfucker I get this swagga from my mama Grab the bullets for my llama Ride right or wrong with my partner Burger king I got that whopper And Im on some playa shit, facial cleanser with cucumbers Like Tadoe Im counting blue bummas Smelling just like some new money My chain looking like a All this loud I cant hear you The cops is all outside, money and bitches there too Baby Im so mellow, wont go slow yellow If you catch me sleep, one eyes open though This bitch heads a freak, were up in a suite Gat, when I sleep, I feel like Memphis Bleek What hand you rolling with? Im feeling like Im Beans Pass me the throne, Im feeling like a king Ima bad motherfucker, swish, Ima splash brother Ice on me, colder than Chiraq weather Ima bad mamba jamba, and I keep a hammer Wanna see a nigga dead, wanna see me in the slammer Im so badass, fool, I can buy a school Shawty send me nudes, I aint wearing Trues Ima bad motherfucker It can crash, motherfucker

Turn the music up for me Chris Sosa baby, GBE baby Bang bang Bang bang Sosa baby, GBE baby I fucked up, fucking hoes and coming home And whole time, you was with me right or wrong And now Im rich, and I gotta spend nights alone Im busy on the road, howd I found time to write this song? Baby, yous delirious Baby, you a big time I know Im a dog, but I done fucked your sister You can be a teacher, I can be your listener I can be the boat, and you can be the fisher Youre so strong, can I come home? Baby, you so toned Your faith is like woah Yo, baby do you wanna slow dance? Oh, do you wanna hold hands? No, I do not want your friends Ow, Im chasing you like oh man Your curves are so righteous How do you do it, like that? Your face suitable for my chest And youre so fine, I like that You can smoke all my weed, my weed, my weed And she say, Why me, why me, why me? Girl youre looking Chinese, Chinese, Chinese From smoking my weed, my weed, my weed Baby you are my, my, my, my, my, my You are so just right, right, right, right, right I love you so, Aiyayayayayai! I’m sorry if I lied, I’m not that bright Yo, baby do you wanna slow dance? Oh, do you wanna hold hands? No, I do not want your friends Ow, Im chasing you like oh man

Drop-top, headshot when your roof down A Mally with the bally got a new sound Boop-boop-boop-boop, thats a tre pound And now you’re thinkin that you shoulda never came out 12-gauge, dot-dot, chat shit, get shot This spots got hot, gotta change out Cattin’ for a hot-wok or a steakhouse And if my nigga dont eat, Ima spray rounds And if my nigga got beef then its my war How many niggas in your set would you die for? And if your nigga got shot, would you shoot back? You got a gun but you dont know how to use that Mind how you talk on the phone My two pitbulls walk around on their own Its best that you leave me alone My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone Mind how you talk on the phone My two pitbulls walk around on their own Its best that you leave me alone My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone You got a trap but dont know how to get it jumpin’ You in a fast car, but don’t even know how to push it Im in a fast car gettin’ T like Im Pusha You say you a killer but now we gotta push ya Two 30s under tee, like Im Booker Slide on ya late night like a hooker Send my young boy to smoke you like a hookah They gon think that he a chef when he cook ya Pick a chopstick up, and chop you like a butcher Take the magazine, now we pluggin like its hooked up You be shootin in the air like your shit looked up Let it go tlil aint no more like my shit booked up Theyre like, Skeng, you better calm down Youre gonna end up locked or rottin in the ground But they know I cant stop, I gotta make the pound Old school, out the window, wouldnt make a sound Hella man chatty, yeah, theyre bitches The bitches, tellin me I should do kissing Shes mythin Only the cash Id be lipsing The big ting, she shoves it in her mouth, she aint thinkin Them man there fear the kitchen But thats cool cah the corn game is different You dont wanna see my dargs when we risen You dont wanna see my dargs when we risen Mind how you talk on the phone My two pitbulls walk around on their own Its best that you leave me alone My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone Mind how you talk on the phone My two pitbulls walk around on their own Its best that you leave me alone My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone Gimme one chance, gimme one chance Shouts Drake but I dont need one dance Need a big red bone, what the bomboclaat? And home time, if she cant hold firearms I dont fuck with that bitch, if that bitch is lame The only reason she about cah she givin brain If she a ten-out-of-ten, then Im runnin game And I attempt to catch a M, its in my fuckin name I attempt to catch a M, its in my fuckin name I attempt to catch a M, its in my fuckin name If she a ten-out-of-ten, then Im runnin game And I attempt to catch a M, its in my fuckin name I was upsuh, billin up, billin up grub Im a shotter, livin up in the gutter With a rasta Spinner up, helicopter Then I fucked up Hit and run, I got sucked up Mind how you talk on the phone My two pitbulls walk around on their own Its best that you leave me alone My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone Mind how you talk on the phone My two pitbulls walk around on their own Its best that you leave me alone My bro got his watch from Sierra Leone

Aye, aye nigga, Blood gang nigga B-I-G G-L-O nigga aye, Almighty G-L-O nigga Almighty G-L-O nigga Gang, bang, bang You know you gotta throw the Bs up aye Throw the Bs up aye Throw the Bs up aye Gang gang Bang bang Swag , throwing Bs up I got my gat and Im throwing Bs up Im throwing Bs up , smoking trees up She aint top me , then I leave her Im Blood gang, I be throwing Bs up Real diamonds in my chain put them Cs up Seazy , I throw a Bs Bs Blood gang, pistols knock down tree tree What Im doing, smokin tree tree, gettin that knee knee With a thot name Kiki, her nigga wanna be me I’m throwing up big B’s, bullets flying like lil BB’s Watchin my chain go bling bling , this shit like lil pee pee Almighty Sosa Big Glo , made that boss shit look easy Say you wanna catch me though, if you walk in you wont see me Pull up playin repo , takin every nigga Im seein What I aint Ill never be, what I am Im being Swag , throwing Bs up I got my gat and Im throwing Bs up Im throwing Bs up , smoking trees up She aint top me , then I leave her Im Blood gang, I be throwing Bs up Real diamonds in my chain put them Cs up Seazy , I throw a Bs Bs Blood gang, pistols knock down tree tree These choppas knock down trees trees Choppas knock down heads and knees knees and feet, feet Shooting up fefe’s We shootin targets, we dont shoot no teetee Im too turnt, bitch Im TT We know drama just like TNT Its no comparin he and me Up this gun, shoot his ass, cause its he or me Throwing Bs up Throwing Bs up Swag , throwing Bs up I got my gat and Im throwing Bs up Im throwing Bs up , smoking trees up She aint top me , then I leave her Im Blood gang, I be throwing Bs up Real diamonds in my chain put them Cs up Seazy , I throw a Bs Bs Blood gang, pistols knock down tree tree Aye Aye aye aye Throwing Bs Throwing Bs Throwing Bs, aye Big Glo made that boss shit look easy Fuck that bitch, call greasy Chief Keef, first she aint believe me Aye aye, nigga throw big B Throwing Bs up Throwing Bs up Throwing Bs Throwing Bs That shit go crazy, ight, Im done

You know how Im rockin Cut off stockings Keep kush in my pocket All designer Get your grind up Got a breitling for the mothafuckin timer Ill never leave the house without my burner man Without a pack of swishers and some marijuana Ill never leave the house without my gat Ill never leave the house without my thumper Ill never leave the house without my pack Ill never leave the house without my strap Ill never leave your bitch up in my house And Ill never leave that shit up in my house Ill never leave the house without my thing Nigga say you want problems, nigga swing Ill never leave the house without my loud Ill never leave the house without my bling Ill never leave the house without my hollows Boink a nigga, give his ass funky feet Ill never leave my house where the motto I dont give a fuck if she was fine as cream Come from broken playgrounds Now I like, valley swings Pistols still be like congos and tambourines Off the thoinks jump around like pogos and trampolines Ill never leave my house without my weed Ill never leave the house without my burner man Without a pack of swishers and some marijuana Ill never leave the house without my gat Ill never leave the house without my thumper Ill never leave the house without my pack Ill never leave the house without my strap Ill never leave your bitch up in my house And Ill never leave that shit up in my house Im a midnight runner cause come on I lean This sippin got me limpin I should call it Hi-C I got sicker whips than Indiana And these thots ride with me like country grammar Sosa comin through and he glon like a black light Fredo in the cut, just in case yall dont act right Stackin more bricks than an Eskimo, just to let em know And I sext yo ho, that bitch pussy open like the letter o Imma let her go, never wed a ho, only wet a ho Imma high school drop out, wit a couple millie Knockers in my pockets, be just so silly Tryna cop an island in 2016 And then ill fill the ocean up with henny and lean Ill never leave the house without my burner man Without a pack of swishers and some marijuana Ill never leave the house without my gat Ill never leave the house without my thumper Ill never leave the house without my pack Ill never leave the house without my strap Ill never leave your bitch up in my house And Ill never leave that shit up in my house Ill never leave the bank without some green Ill never leave the plug without some lean Ill never leave the cold for some shade Ill never leave my .40 for a K Ill never leave my pants for a belt Ill never leave the weed for my health Ill never leave my dreads for a fade Ill never leave my ones for some Js Ill never leave the house without my burner man Without a pack of swishers and some marijuana Ill never leave the house without my gat Ill never leave the house without my thumper Ill never leave the house without my pack Ill never leave the house without my strap Ill never leave your bitch up in my house And Ill never leave that shit up in my house

Ayy, tell this nigga say he want what? He want what? Call your phone and say who? Man, I dont know what the fuck she want, man That bitch got me fucked up I ask grandma for fifty, she gave me a hundred Shit, I brought her back some money, I was trappin and shit But I trap with shit Gang in this bitch Damn Grandma, I cant get a hundred to fuck around with and get off the block? Dont say nothin when I get locked up now Shit, she dont even wanna give no hundred though She gave to me though, she gave me fifty Nah, I brought back a hundred, she gave me fifty Ayy, ayy, ayy Hahaha, ayy Ask grandma for fifty She gave me a hundred I ran off with the money Then brought back some money Smoking green dope Shit reekin like fried onions I take any money , foreign money or rap money I be trappin, I aint lackin, nigga I aint worried I will let my gun blow, nigga, I aint scared Im a warrior with a thirty, nigga, I aint Curry Check out my watch, my diamonds, nigga, they aint blurry Blurry, blurry, blurry, blurry I was in Wokcanos eatin on some curry But wanting to hit thirty-four, bitch, thats Eddy Curry Im still smokin loud , even though you hear me Bitch, Im in the field, White Sox, Paul Konerko Get my hittas on you, Ronald Belasario Told that bitch that gave me head last night, nerdy hoe Throwin money in the club, Im a pitcher, run yours up And I swear my watch a thot, it is a lil flirty hoe Pull up doin hits, eating on some cereal White chocolate, white milk, red Cheerios Shoot the red guts out a nigga, red gut material Bitch, Im trappin in my trap, dancin like Lil TerRio Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Ask grandma for fifty She gave me a hundred I ran off with the money Then brought back some money Smoking green dope Shit reekin like fried onions I take any money , foreign money or rap money I be trappin, I aint lackin, nigga I aint worried I will let my gun blow, nigga, I aint scared Im a warrior with a thirty, nigga, I aint Curry Check out my watch, my diamonds, nigga, they aint blurry Gang, gang White vette, pull up red interior Engine too damn loud, Im not hearin ya Four nickel on my hip, Im not fearin ya Hollows hit your face its bacteria Bitch, Im trappin out the hemi-a Bitch, Im trappin with the semi tucked Got a thousand for a hundred pack, then pick it up Nigga said can he be Glo, Im not feeling ya Bitch, Im in the trap, Im countin all these silly bucks Dirty money, but it keep me clean as fuck All this jewelry on got me blinging up Nigga want war, tell him set it up Gang, gang, gang, gang, bang, bang Ask grandma for fifty She gave me a hundred I ran off with the money Then brought back some money Smoking green dope Shit reekin like fried onions I take any money , foreign money or rap money I be trappin, I aint lackin, nigga I aint worried I will let my gun blow, nigga, I aint scared Im a warrior with a thirty, nigga, I aint Curry Check out my watch, my diamonds, nigga, they aint blurry

30 got the vocals, lay it down on Pro Tools In my expensive snow shoes, vegetarian tofu Big Ben Franklin, I love you, loyalty, I love you more Cheese on my fingers but I aint talking Dorito Put a bitch on a plane, since I got cash, aint been the same I spend two grand, in case I get caught up in the rain These boys fuckin lame, they sure like the gang What the kids throwin up? , everybody know Who they locking up? Who the hoes gon fuck? Who they need to free? Who put niggas to sleep? Who need to be on a leash? Who getting topped by a freak? Who the real niggas we losin? Who slide with me, cruisin? If you cant stand the heat Then you definitely not Who I let back in? Right after I let em out You sneak dissin, you are not Who said what was that about? Who my original? AKA ride or die Tadoe and Ball Im up in the mall with Mama hate when I call her The people is holling Who got drip like a faucet? Who you gon die for? Get you knocked off, you not I feel like Pablo 30 got the vocals, lay it down on Pro Tools In my expensive snow shoes, vegetarian tofu Big Ben Franklin, I love you, loyalty, I love you more Cheese on my fingers but I aint talking Dorito Put a bitch on a plane, since I got cash, aint been the same I spend two grand, in case I get caught up in the rain These boys fuckin lame, they sure like the gang What the kids throwin up? , everybody know Chirp chirp, Who this? Oh, how you comin? He like Where you at? Im like Out in London He like Fuck with me Im like Hold on Im losing reception Plus the V12 on it Before I could walk or could spell What I want to when I was little? What I grow up to be? I used to steal bikes when I was little with Then I moved to cars with Long way from hittin cribs with Who they say that I did it with? Long live them niggas From out here trippin with inches 30 got the vocals, lay it down on Pro Tools In my expensive snow shoes, vegetarian tofu Big Ben Franklin, I love you, loyalty, I love you more Cheese on my fingers but I aint talking Dorito Put a bitch on a plane, since I got cash, aint been the same I spend two grand, in case I get caught up in the rain These boys fuckin lame, they sure like the gang What the kids throwin up? , everybody know Lets get it, catchup

I look so coo coo, motherfucker Smokin on tutu, motherfucker All these niggas hating on me cause My wrist is like a freezer Smelling like loud, Im a reeker All black, Im the Grim Reaper Whose bitch this is, shes a freaker Whose homie is this, hes a geeker Get yo ass off the court, sit in the bleachers I walk in and you know I tweak up for tweakers One thousand dollar peacoat, nigga My car a speedboat, nigga We walk up in the party turn into a limo, nigga Dont come for me lil nigga Go and find Nemo, nigga Get your face repo-ed, nigga Go to sleep lil nigga Yo bitch want me to save her, Im no hero nigga Call me subzero, nigga How I freeze hoes, nigga These niggas always copying, where the kinkos nigga You think I own moo and oink with all these meatrolls, nigga Call me Sosa Future all these freak hoes, nigga Call me Sosa Turner how I beat hoes, nigga You know I got the burner got the heat lil nigga If you cant stand me go take a seat lil nigga All these niggas hating on me cause My wrist is like a freezer Smelling like loud, Im a reeker All black, Im the Grim Reaper Whose bitch this is, shes a freaker Whose homie is this, hes a geeker Get yo ass off the court sit in the bleachers I walk in and you know I tweak up the tweakers Where my food Blood? Where my food cuz? I like mula, dont like rumors Maison Margielas fuck Concords My Nina a tomboy I aint got time for it Go wait in line for it Im cooling with my boys We blow at you and your boys You say that youre balling you aint got nothing to show for it Bitch I like driving What I need a chauffeur for? The heat on my hip The fuck I need a holster for? Cause I got all this bread Thats why I need a toaster for Dont know why you love the whore Her pussy like open doors She sit by the fire I told her, Here go some smores She seen that I like her I give her back, Sir, here go your daughter All these niggas hating on me cause My wrist is like a freezer Smelling like loud, Im a reeker All black, Im the Grim Reaper Whose bitch this is, shes a freaker Whose homie is this, hes a geeker Get yo ass off the court sit in the bleachers I walk in and you know I tweak up the tweakers

Fuck the judge, fuck a bitch Fuck a nigga, cause he snitch Nigga aint got my money, fuck his shit Heard this nigga mad I fucked his bitch Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em I made dough, went in the mall And turned that shit to play dough Fuck it, my shootas gon come shoot when I say so We got lawyers, they like fuck it Hopped in the car, do da dash, pass the public Like fuck it, cops get behind me Ima do the dash, engines bustin Fuck it, judge tried to give me time Im like fuck it, fuck it Fuck the judge, fuck a bitch Fuck a nigga, cause he snitch Nigga aint got my money, fuck his shit Heard this nigga mad I fucked his bitch Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em I heard these niggas hatin, fuck it Ima keep on gettin paper, fuck it Just got some today like fuck it Like fuck them, all the fuckas who never gave me nothin Fuck the cops, they dont want me to feed my baby nothin Fuck ya block, when we leave it they gon tape it up My watch fucked your thot, when she seen that she was raping us Ima take this three pointer, you gon lay it up Fuck the judge, fuck a bitch Fuck a nigga, cause he snitch Nigga aint got my money, fuck his shit Heard this nigga mad I fucked his bitch Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em Fuck em

Its more than this rap shit my nigga Niggas better recognize Know what fucking time it is man FGE shit man Its our time I dont got no fucking enemies They all dead And if I get some new ones Shit, Imma just kill they ass too 40s in this bitch 9s in this bitch Slide in this bitch Iron on our hip Squad in this bitch We live in this bitch Try in this bitch Youll die in this bitch! Grahhh BOOM! And I been hearing all that sneakdissing I told bro dont trip let me get him They just mad cause we hot now FGE is all they talm bout Tony told me world is ours now So all you suckas gotta starve now Yall gone make me bring the block out Hop out with the moptop Tear your block down BOOM! Yall know how I rock nigga 1500 be the block nigga Niggas try to take my life but I aint going Stupid Steve hit the corner blowing BOOM BOOM BOOM Now you know shorty with the shit And with this 40 I dont miss Im in the trap working out my wrist Bitch Im paid in full Ho I think Im Mitch I got money I got guns I might shoot some shit up just for fun Fuck wrong with these niggas Must be dumb They dont know that Im Nick Cannon with that drum! Yeah My tongue hold life But my belt hold death nigga Id rather give love But got no problem giving you rest nigga Im down to die by it Take a stand Lie bout it God my only judge bitch Til then fuck justice Cause Ill pray for my enemies Friends and those kin to me But dont never cross Gods son Cause Ill take breath from any 3 Yeah I only trust that money in this cruel world But they hating Hope they ready for the new world FGE we taking off And this plane wont lose fuel nigga 300 we run it You cant fuck with this duo nigga All stripes when we take shots On whatever pocket Pool nigga And we gone let you hold that Unload that On you mule niggas Fool shit dont fly with us And on fuck shit I aint lighting up Only real ones get to ride with us And any loose ends Getting tightened up Yeah Back to Benjamins Thats how I make sense of it Nigga tell me whats real Ill show you what the difference is Look Im a matador Cash is what I got in store Work you up Cut you up Bitch I wont go back and forth Weigh my arm and hammer When you hear that thunder That aint Thor Be in the block Come back for more Give them what they asking for Yeah Make em bite the dust Right after they smack the floor Bitch Im a drop 30 on you My shooter gone match my score Haaa If you can see me you dreaming Bitch but dont wake the demons Cause we aint aim at your ! Uhh huh Stupid bitch Getting money with my brothers Im Nino Fuck niggas getting robbed if I need dough Dont cooperate No problem we gone blow Dont ask us no shit about no murders We dont know Rap God FGE CEO Punch lines hitting hard He Debo You rappers funny Fu as fuck CB4 My fans turnt watching Cant sit calm T.V show Woo I just hit a stain faneto Yaah I be getting brain from these hoes Take off like a plane on these hoes M.O.B No I dont got no change for these hoes I aint Wayne I dont never make it rain on these hoes Im that nigga I dont gotta spit no game to these hoes Pretty birds on my thang Flamingo And bitch i just got 30K for 3 shows Fuck a label Im too fucking hot They cant cool me down Killing shit Flow so fucking sick Call up Doogie Hows Been connected like a unibrow Since a juvenile In the whip cruising through the town Hustling moving pounds From the gutter Got it out the mud But Im not Snootie Wild Been in trouble Beat 2 or 3 cases Fuck your jury trial Never gave up Never threw in towels Made my goonies proud Model bitches wanna do me now They like groupies now Im in they mouth Like a root canal Your boo blew me down 2 3 rounds for you goofy clowns Better move around No mechanic but no need to panic Keep theat tooley round Bet he rest 45 to his chest Call him Boobie Miles Shoot em up Then I shoot em down We dont fool around Wet em up Come swim with the sharks I bet you will drown Yo squad filled with pussycats Make yo crew meow Extendo clips Im 33n yall Patrick Ewing style Ill smoke everybody in this bitch Like a hookah lounge Broski nem blowing fruity loud My whole crew be wild GANG!