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

Fraud niggas, yall niggas, thats that shit I dont like Your shit make-believe, rappin about my own life Real names kill things, thats that shit I wont write Cause my niggas still sellin dope Like they aint on their third strikes Campin out in that corridor, fuck you waitin on Jordans for? I middle-man it for twenty-three Just meet me somewhere round Baltimore Thats rare, nigga Ric Flair, nigga The powers in my hair, nigga I give this beat the chair, nigga SoHo or Tribeca, three hoes: trifecta Dope money, hope money, Hublot, my watch better My pens better, you dont write, trendsetter, you clone-like Pay homage or Ks vomit, ungrateful niggas I dont like—rrrah! A fuck nigga, thats that shit I dont like A snitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like A bitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like Sneak disser, thats that shit I dont like They smile in my face is what I dont like They steal your whole sound: thats a soundbite The media crucify me like they did Christ They want to find me not breathin like they found Mike A girlll run her mouth only out of spite But Id never hit a woman, never in my life I was in too deep like Mekhi Phife In that pussy so deep, I could have drowned twice Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice Eatin good: vegetarian with the brown rice Girls kissin girls, ‘cause its hot, right? But unless they use a strap-on, then they not dykes They aint about that life, they aint about that life We hangin out the window: its about to be a Suge night Free Bump J, real nigga for life Shoutout to Derrick Rose, man, that nigga nice Shoutout to L.E.P., Jay Boogie, right? Chief Keef, King Louie, this is Chi, right? Right?! A fuck nigga, thats that shit I dont like A snitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like A bitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like Sneak disser, thats that shit I dont like Dont like dont like A snitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like Fake Gucci, thats that shit that I dont like Smokin on this dope, higher than a kite This bitch gon love me now, she gon let me pipe Screamin, Sosa, thats that nigga that I like! I dont want relations, I just want one night ‘Cause a thirsty bitch, thats the shit that I dont like I got tats up on my arm ‘cause this shit is life And I stunt so much in clothes ‘cause Im livin life I come up on the scene, and Im stealin light Bitch, Im high off life, got me feelin right Bitch, Im Chief Keef, fuck who dont like! An-an-and bitch, we GBE, we just go on sight A fuck nigga, thats that shit I dont like A snitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like A bitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like Sneak disser, thats that shit I dont like Chief Keef, Chi-Town, D-Town, you know? Whoa, we are not one and the same Nigga, Im fuckin insane, fuck is you sayin? Yo ass been doin the same Shit, not doin what you sayin, dang I told yo old bitch she was fuckin a lame Turn one ho to a train Blaow, blang, my niggas holdin that pain I just hope you been prayin—bang bang! Ridin for my niggas and thats for life High class, Im just surrounded by these lowlives And I run this bitch like its no lights Goin hard the whole night cause I aint goin back to my old life I promise A fuck nigga, thats that shit I dont like A snitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like A bitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like Sneak disser, thats that shit I dont like HEEEEH! I done sold purp , I done sold white Runnin outta work, thats that shit I dont like She never let me hit it , she gave me dome twice She blowin up my phone, thats that bitch I dont like Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut Put the pressure on em, just when they think that I eased up Thirty for the Cuban, nother thirty for the Jesus Believe in ourselves when nobody else believed us, suckas! A fuck nigga, thats that shit I dont like A snitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like A bitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like Sneak disser, thats that shit I dont like

I can hold my liquor But this man can’t handle his weed Dark and lonely now On Chicago, south of town Im onto Indiana I heard it in the radio now I cant handle no liquor But these bitches cant handle me I cant control my niggas And my niggas, they cant control me You say you know me, my nigga But you really just know the old me Bitch, Im back out my coma, wakin up on your sofa When I parked my Range Rover, slightly scratched your Corolla Okay, I smashed your Corolla Im hangin on a hangover, five years we been over Ask me why I came over, one more hit and I can own ya One more fuck and I can own ya, one cold night in October Pussy had me floatin, feel like Deepak Chopra Pussy had me dead, might call 2Pac over Yeezys all on your sofa, these the Red Octobers Still aint learn me no manners, you love me when I aint sober You love me when Im hungover, even when I blow doja Then her auntie came over, skinny bitch with no shoulders Tellin you that Im bogus, bitch, you dont even know us Baby girl, hes a loner, baby girl, hes a loner Late-night organ donor, after that, he disown ya After that hes just hopeless, soul mates become soulless When its over its over, and, bitch, Im back out my coma Callin up your uncles place Shits all over the place I dont hear your phone Oh, I wanna phone home I cant handle no liquor But these bitches cant handle me I cant control my niggas And my niggas, they cant control me You say you know me, my nigga But you really just know the old me I heard you need a new fad I heard you need a new stack I heard you need a new phone I know your rents aint be home Callin up your uncles place Shits all over the place I dont hear your phone Oh, I wanna phone home

Ion like GBE Baby Ion like Sos baby You know how we rockin baby Fake niggas, fake life A fuck nigga, thats that shit I dont like A snitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like, nah A bitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like, nah Sneak dissers, thats that shit I dont like Dont like, like, dont like, like A snitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like, nah Dont like, like, dont like, like A bitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like, nah A popped bitch, thats that shit I dont like I got a bad bitch, yeah, that bitch white We smoke dope all day, all night You smoke Reggie, thats that shit I dont like We got a fuckin Audi, that bitch all white Pull up on your bitch, bet she gon like Sosa bitch, yeah, I done gon hype Pistol totin and Im shootin on sight A snitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like Your bitch want do the team, bet she wont fight Bitch, we GBE; fuck who dont like! And we aint gon fight, our guns gon fight A fuck nigga, thats that shit I dont like A snitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like, nah A bitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like, nah Sneak dissers, thats that shit I dont like Dont like, like, dont like, like A snitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like, nah Dont like, like, dont like, like A bitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like, nah Fake Trues, thats that shit I dont like Fake shoes, thats that shit I dont like Fake niggas, thats that shit I dont like Stalking-ass bitch, shit I dont like I done got indicted selling all white But I wont never snitch, none in my life I keep this shit 3hunna, bitch, Im goin right With my niggas when its time to start taking lives Playing both sides, shit that I dont like Wartime spark broad day, all night Playing both sides, shit that I dont like Wartime spark broad day, all night A fuck nigga, thats that shit I dont like A snitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like, nah A bitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like, nah Sneak dissers, thats that shit I dont like Dont like, like, dont like, like A snitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like, nah Dont like, like, dont like, like A bitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like, nah Im killing these niggas, shit that they dont like Broski got the 30, he aint tryna fight Got your bitch, I was in it all night Fredo in the cut, thats a scary sight You not with the shits you can die tonight I only want the top, I aint tryna pipe Them youngins with the shits, they be totin pipe Floatin off at flat, I might take flight 3hunna, bitch, we hot, we done took flight Taking shit down, we aint like the price Thirsty-ass bitches, shit that we dont like OTFGBE your bitch like A fuck nigga, thats that shit I dont like A snitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like, nah A bitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like, nah Sneak dissers, thats that shit I dont like Dont like, like, dont like, like A snitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like, nah Dont like, like, dont like, like A bitch nigga, thats that shit I dont like, nah

Ayy, gang, gang, nigga Gang, gang, nigga, nigga Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch, nigga Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch, nigga Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Gang, bang, nigga Bang, nigga Gang, nigga, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy Im a gorilla in a fuckin coupe, finna pull up to the zoo, nigga Who, nigga? Who the fuck is you? I dont know, nigga No, nigga, pull up on your block, we gon blow, nigga Go, nigga, run, nigga, run for the po, nigga Gas what I smoke, nigga Feds at my door, jump out the window, nigga No, you cant get no money, silly ho I just hit a stain, faneto Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, faneto Talkin out his neck, pistol to his throat Blow this motherfucker, he gon choke On the ground, on the floor Someone pick him up, take him to the morgue Im ridin through New York Finna go and shoot New Jersey up Tryna take my chain, I aint goin We gon come and blow New Jersey up You want something hurried up? Boy, who you tryna to rob? Bitch, we 30d up Just left Wokcano, bitch, Im Curried up Cheese in my pockets, Velveeta Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Im a gorilla in a fuckin coupe, finna pull up to the zoo, nigga Who, nigga? Who the fuck is you? I dont know, nigga No, nigga, pull up on your block, we gon blow, nigga Go, nigga, run, nigga, run for the po, nigga Gas what I smoke, nigga Feds at my door, jump out the window, nigga No, you cant get no money, silly ho I just hit a stain, faneto Fine—, ayy, fine—, ayy I just hit a stain, fanagoe I just hit a stain, faneto I just got twenty for a fuckin four I spent that shit on a fuckin coat Ripped my ear, now I got one earlobe But Ima still put some diamonds on it Baby girl, these diamonds are not phony This car I got, it came from Barcelona These shoes I got, came from fuckin Paris This bitch mad cause I dont do marriage Let a nigga slide, no we dont do scary We tote pistols, no we dont do worry Im a gorilla in a fuckin coupe, finna pull up to the zoo, nigga Who, nigga? Who the fuck is you? I dont know, nigga No, nigga, pull up on your block, we gon blow, nigga Go, nigga, run, nigga, run for the po, nigga Gas what I smoke, nigga Feds at my door, jump out the window, nigga No, you cant get no money, silly ho I just hit a stain, faneto Ayy, Finesse

Young Chop on the beat I cant spell sober Im a smoker, Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water Sober, my bitches stay sober Sober Damn, I hate bein sober I hate bein sober Damn I hate bein sober, I’m a smoker Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water We can’t spell sober Ballout roll up, when we roll up bitches be on us All the hoes they love smoking and love drinking Anti-sober, for no reason Cause we can’t spell sober Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh Watch me roll up Cause I can’t spell sober On my tour bus we get dumb high, you’s a floor boy Fredo got a hangover he toting a Cobra Last night he was shooting shit up like O-Dog Reesy rollin, Tadoe got hoes on mollies Chief Sosa, Ballout, we high ridin ‘Raris My bitches love drinking, some love smoking Let my alcoholic bitch hit the dutch, she start choking Call up D-Money, now we throw money All these bitches off the shits walk around like some zombies Call up D-Money, now we throw money All these bitches off the shits walk around like some zombies Damn I hate bein sober, I’m a smoker Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water We can’t spell sober Ballout roll up, when we roll up bitches be on us All the hoes they love smoking and love drinking Anti-sober, for no reason Cause we can’t spell sober Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh Watch me roll up Cause I can’t spell sober We got 100 pounds of this shit My stash house with them bricks My pockets filled with them stacks My bitch be gone off a flat She a hot tamale when she pop a molly Its time to party, we party hard Drink and smoke it, drink and smoke it, drink and smoke it We high for sure I came in back of that Rolls Nigga I ain’t stuntin them hoes I trick a bitch to suck dick Trick, what you spend on her, we spend on clothes Too young for me she want Sosa Shooters in the Range Rover Thats GBE, when them two-two-threes get to flyin bitch its over See my ring chain and my Rolex when I’m flexin Bitch I got to get mine, nigga get outta line I check em See this gangstas shit done to perfection Nigga better, believe me, I make it look easy Damn I hate bein sober, I’m a smoker Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water We can’t spell sober Ballout roll up, when we roll up bitches be on us All the hoes they love smoking and love drinking Anti-sober, for no reason Cause we can’t spell sober Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh Watch me roll up Cause I can’t spell sober My weed so strong, my cheese so long Roll so many joints soon I might need a lung Spend so many grands that I might need some bands Thats your bitch, why she acting like she need a man? I’m faded , talking mills cause I made it Talking pounds cause I smoke it Talking game cause I played it I’m wasted , Rose thats my favorite OG kush, you can taste it Buying Cris by the cases I hate being sober Dont smell no one smoking Me and my niggas gon roll up Believe they gon fire on you You think you could roll up You smoke by the ounce Well, bitch, I smoke by the pound ‘cause Damn I hate bein sober , I’m a smoker Fredo a drinker , Tadoe off molly water We can’t spell sober Ballout roll up when we roll up bitches be on us All the hoes they love smoking and love drinking Anti-sober, for no reason Cause we can’t spell sober Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh Watch me roll up Cause I can’t spell sober

Young Chop on the beat Ayy, still the same young nigga Aint shit changed young nigga Im still comin 064, I still rep 064 nigga Still rep 3Hunna, nigga, Im still 6Hunna, nigga Rest in peace Lil Steve nigga, rest in peace Lil Moe nigga Rest in peace to all the guys Rest in peace O, rest in peace Big Glo nigga Gang, gang, nigga, Front$treet shit, 061 shit, nigga Bang, bang, nigga, gang, gang, gang in this bitch, nigga I got all my motherfucking jewelry on You can try to flex like your bitch ass want it You dont want these bullets flying like some comets You a motherfucking frog little Kermit Im a glo man I dont need a garment And Im hotter than a fucking furnace Take a Tooka blunt then I burned it And I spend this money cause I earned it That bitch called me on the phone she aint want shit Told that bitch dont call my phone with all that nonsense I be getting to that guap bitch, I be guaping Smoking on this blunt, this shit stunky I mean skunky , Im rolling with the funky Cops pull me over they dont want shit They just want to say they locked me up Cause they know I got a lot of bucks But Im bonding right out I aint broke Niggas aint getting no money it aint a joke You better get some money for your momma or your ho Boy yo ass better not be broke I spent four bands on a coat I spent a fucking band on some loafs I spent that hunnid on my air force ones To stomp a nigga in his air force ones I dont need a jet, I want Air Force One I am fucking president and a sun Sold a bitch for five thousand and left her one And threw that fucking shit in the strip club Niggas flexing this aint what they want I up this pump and fill a nigga up Riding down my block no this aint what they want We up these pistols hit a nigga up I got all my motherfucking jewelry on You can try to flex like your bitch ass want it You dont want these bullets flying like some comets You a motherfucking frog little Kermit Im a glo man I dont need a garment And Im hotter than a fucking furnace Take a Tooka blunt then I burned it And I spend this money cause I earned it Smoking dope like a chimney Tec on my hip that means that its feeling me These niggas aint no kin to me no friend to me These nigga fucking enemies! Hey, the beat go off? I up it then my heat go off I heard he do that sneaky talk I heard he was a sneaky dawg I up this fucking 4-0 then I speak it dawg Me I take naps and you a sleepy dawg Catch yo ass in the back shoot up your fe-fe dawg .223 is at your neck, breathing dawg? Nigga dont even sneeze I get to squeezing dawg My little bitch a vet she said she need a dawg She know I get them checks and I dont speak at all Some bitches believe me and Justin Bieber yall Im in the kitchen cooking Justin Bieber yall I aint got none of them shades Im still not seeing yall Lil bitch Im glo I dont want to be with yall White air force ones cause thats how Im feeling yall Im from Chiraq where they be killing yall All these fuck niggas and they feeling hard Im laughing to the bank like ha-ha-ha-ha And I got my Glock, up this bitch click clack pow, pow, pow, pow I got all my motherfucking jewelry on You can try to flex like your bitch ass want it You dont want these bullets flying like some comets You a motherfucking frog little Kermit Im a glo man I dont need a garment And Im hotter than a fucking furnace Take a Tooka blunt then I burned it And I spend this money cause I earned it Ayy, gang gang, nigga Gang gang, nigga Ayy, gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch Gang gang

Hang up on me one more time and see what happens I aint gon hang up on you Where you at though? Im in Chicago, Chiraq Country? Huh? When are you coming out here? When you finna come out here? You know what I meant Your ass drunk What you say? Youre drunk Why, why you act like you know me or something? Cause I know you, what youll do to a nigga Why you playing like you know me? These bitches act local and think global Never seen a hundred thousand, well, let me show you What you want to drink? I know you hate being sober And I know all these niggas hate Chief Sosa Im cruising in my Rari with my Louis loafers Bitch, Im a Rastafari, Im a toolie toter Wish a nigga would try to screw me over Now I got blood on my Louis loafers I wear thousand dollar belts cause Im a rich nigga Nina like a boxer bitch the way she hit niggas Shoes cost a bunch of shit, look at my kicks, nigga I couldve bought a ass for my bitch, nigga Im off this Actavis, it got me leanin over I poured a four of purple in some peach soda Yo boyfriend an opp, Ill make Nina blow him You was on the phone with him, sucking my dick, and he aint even know it I aint even try to You wanna Glo up, baby, Keef got you Yous a gold bottle, these hoes pink Moscato Baby, Im the owner, you can be my castle Baby, cause I like you Only reason I text you or why I Skype you I just wanna fuck on you, I dont wanna wife you But you gotta brush your teeth and do what I say to Bitch, can you hear me? Keep your pussy in park, no 360 That boy said he getting guap, no, he didnt Im Almighty Sosa, its complete mission Im nowhere around you Im high off this earth, I cant come back down to Baby, this a song, I just thought Id tell you I would send you off but I dont wanna mail you I dont wanna smell you Cause Ima cut you off quicker than I met you Ima swipe your name up off my schedule And if smoke this blunt, girl, Im gon forget you I aint even playing though I make bitches fly like Peter Pan do Thats why I just ask you Yous a alcoholic, I aint got no time for you Is you off the molly? If I book your flight, is you gonna top me? Okay, you got me I dont love no thotties

In my triple cup, thats two times two Man, this shit darker than a wonton soup, ayy Yeah, my eyes red, but Im no Damu If you dont run it up, thats all on you You know Im ballin, usual like Kobe Ooh, worried bout a hater that dont know me He say that he tough, then that boy gotta show me Pull up Bentley truck, extra poles, and we four deep Say my name three times like Im Tony Diamond VVS, I put baguettes all on my Rollie I aint never believe nothing that you told me These niggas keep sneak dissing, they turned me to my old me Before I had these mils, I was oh-so lonely Runnin round in Philadelphia only with my 40 I aint never been a phony You be gettin bands? Hardly, yeah I just fucked your bitch, sorry, oh Man, I put that on my shawty, ooh Fight me, were not scared, sorry No, Im not here for no games, Atari Diamonds, they hittin like water, ooh, starbeam, yeah Rockstar life be callin Dont want that girl, she stallin, she stallin Big ol foreign whip, ooh, I cant park it Im from outer space, ooh, in a starship Thick ol foreign bitch, ooh, thats my target Ten bands, what you say? Ooh Ten bands for my Chanel carpet Rockstar life like watch this Young nigga slick like margarine Lost your bitch in Starlets AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie Just pulled up with me Doin one-sixty The bitch staring at me Got real big titties Whats in my jeans? Them real big fifties Flight after flight Hittin real big cities From the sandbox, yeah, my brothers is with me If they give me a bond, Im comin to get me And in the club We snuck the semi Cup, dawg, it aint Rémy I can feel the envy In my triple cup, thats two times two Man, this shit darker than a wonton soup, ayy Yeah, my eyes red, but Im no Damu If you dont run it up, thats all on you Disrespect the gang, and we stall on you, hey Send them Trackhawk shots, dont get called on you Bring my belt, better have that coat on you, ayy Marry that guap, you know I do AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie AP, Muller, my Rollie Ah, ah Ah, ah Ah, ah Ooh Yoom

Ayy, whats poppin? You know how the fuck we bleed, man We get money and kill people, man You hear me, man? We dont rap beef, man We slide, man, we drill people, man Bummin like the bummas do, in traffic with a gun or two, man I only speak facts and count racks, man, and send packs, man Lets get it Ayy, ayy, ayy Shawty know I kill people, real people From the trenches where its real lethal, tote real regals Big body, whats your build, boy? Ill boy Nigga need to find his chill, boy, yeah Shawty know I kill people, real people From the trenches where its real lethal, tote real regals Big body, whats your build, boy? Ill boy Nigga need to find his chill, boy Foenem tweaking, we gon show his ass for real, boy, huh, yeah Foenem tweaking, Ima bust him up, yeah Foenem tweaking, Ima bust him up Foenem tweaking, Ima bust him up Totin somethin illegal Hit your block with them guys, hop out, kill people Got a Glock .45 and its real lethal Bitch, you know we fry, we really kill people Bitch, Im with the gang, we catch a body gang Bitch, we gangbang off in the lobby, man Catch a nigga lackin, its a hobby, man Pop him in the noggin, leave him sloppy, man Hit your block, we gon swerve shit In the trap, Im posted with the birds, bitch I dont rap beef, whats the words, bitch? Niggas sneak dissin, let me hurt em Ayy, ayy, ayy Shawty know I kill people, real people From the trenches where its real lethal, tote real regals Big body, whats your build, boy? Ill boy Nigga need to find his chill, boy, yeah Shawty know I kill people, real people From the trenches where its real lethal, tote real regals Big body, whats your build, boy? Ill boy Nigga need to find his chill, boy Foenem tweaking, we gon show his ass for real, boy, huh, yeah Foenem tweaking, Ima bust him up, yeah Foenem tweaking, Ima bust him up Foenem tweaking, Ima bust him up Everyone same side for lil bro, Ice Age all on my throat How I ball, you think I went pro, Im in the hood, Brisco She show me her thong, Sisqó, shes hot and ready to go Im hungrier than a hippo, aim that thing high and get low Got a new scope and it got zoom, and Im in that yoom Baby, I know you smell that fume Just get down, you hear that boom In the back of the Bach, and this bitch got room Magazine got colored shells, half green, half blue Smoking on that cook, someone bring me a pot All these diamonds, I dont get hot Young nigga really from them blocks Ayy, pussy, here we come, if you ready or not Im on probation but I tote Glocks Walk through court smellin like pot Ayy, ayy, ayy Shawty know I kill people, real people From the trenches where its real lethal, tote real regals Big body, whats your build, boy? Ill boy Nigga need to find his chill, boy, yeah Shawty know I kill people, real people From the trenches where its real lethal, tote real regals Big body, whats your build, boy? Ill boy Nigga need to find his chill, boy Foenem tweaking, we gon show his ass for real, boy, huh, yeah Foenem tweaking, Ima bust him up, yeah Foenem tweaking, Ima bust him up Foenem tweaking, Ima bust him up

Macaroni time She say she like my car, Forgis ride Seen me with tha stars, now she wanna know me now Unh-unh cause I told her now Im actin phony now Buck buck for nigga think its macaroni time She say she like my car and she like how my Forgis ride She seen me with them stars now she wanna know me now Unh-unh cause Im Tony now Im actin phony now Buck buck for a nigga think its macaroni time Couple bucks for these bitches, let me slap them on they ass Tough luck for these niggas think they next Im on they ass So what I walk in court smelling like packs? I got them bands Glo boys thats what almighty Sosa got them sayin She wanna be a Glory Girl, but she dont like my Glory Guys I know this bitch a thot, she wanna meet my momma now But unh-unh I gotta QP of earth rolling, lets get high Light it up, I guarantee that she will touch the sky He say he gettin money but I know thats a lie I see ones and fives in your bankroll right now But unh-unh you aint flexin boy you need some exercise You cuttin up you need some GBE lessons now I hear these niggas flexin sayin they know the Glory Gang How you know us if we dont know your name? Unh-unh just bought a pint Im leanin right now Dumb fuck just popped a flat, Im beamin right now Unh-unh I feel like catchin a homie right now No love, I see a opp Im droppin him right now She let me fuck then Im droppin her right now Ima hop up in my Rari top, Im dropping it right now She say she like my car and she like how my Forgis ride She seen me with them stars now she wanna know me now Unh-unh cause Im Tony now Im actin phony now Buck buck for a nigga think its macaroni time Couple bucks for these bitches, let me slap them on they ass Tough luck for these niggas think they next Im on they ass So what I walk in court smelling like packs? I got them bands Glo boys thats what almighty Sosa got them sayin

Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, uh Did you have the time of your life? Lets have the afterparty at my place Ayy, do you have some spare change? On me, Ive got hundreds Ill throw in your face Yeah, order more bottles, order more models Order more hours, shots on an island Hotter than the summer, the winter couldnt chill me Young, free, and wildin, order more kidneys Dope, Im so dope All these hunnies pilin on the floor And we stuntin, know you see the glow Throw these hundreds, thought Id let you know Since LA, Ive been puttin on Cirque du Soleil, goin on and on I got this money, tell me what you want For this money, can you drop it low? Yeah, order more bottles, order more models Order more hours, shots on an island Hotter than the summer, the winter couldnt chill me Young, free, and wildin, order more kidneys Mm, when the night calls, oh-oh-oh When the night calls, oh-oh-oh Yeah, order more bottles Order more models Order more hours Shots on an island Hotter than the summer The winter couldnt chill me Young, free, and wildin So order more kidneys Freaks come out at night We bring our fantasy to life Point me to the ice And I dont need your drink, high off life Uh, someone kill the lights I brought the party favors, just get piped All my bitches right But I want you and you tonight Yeah, order more bottles Order more models Order more hours Shots on an island Hotter than the summer The winter couldnt chill me Young, free, and wildin So order more kidneys When the night crawls All the money, all the hoes, and the alcohol All these hundreds and these thousands, Ima spend it all Always when the night calls When the night calls We want money, we want hoes, we want alcohol All these hundreds, all these thousands, Ima spend it all Always when the night calls Ayy, walked up in the bank Ordered me some funds Walked in the strip club Order me some ones I walked up in the gun store Ordered me some guns Your bitch walked up in the spot And she ordered me for lunch I just ordered me some brunch Korean spicy garlic Bitch, I come from eating McDonalds Girl, you know Im from the projects Like Im a G, I come through mobbin Like Wu-T-A-N-G, we come through wildin I aint chicken, Killer Caesar with the chopper Boy, you dont blow no poles, I know, I know I got me some angles I got me some money, fuck, I got me some haters I got me some FedEx , I got me some cake I got me some UPS, I got me a freight, ayy Order some more money Order some more money Order some more money Order some more bottles Order some more bitches Order some more money I know you wanna be rich, bitch When the night crawls All the money, all the hoes, and the alcohol All these hundreds and these thousands, Ima spend it all Always when the night calls When the night calls We want money, we want hoes, we want alcohol All these hundreds, all these thousands, Ima spend it all Always when the night calls When the night crawls All the money, all the hoes, and the alcohol All these hundreds and these thousands, Ima spend it all Always when the night calls When the night calls We want money, we want hoes, we want alcohol All these hundreds, all these thousands, Ima spend it all Always when the night calls

Sosa baby, you know Im rockin baby GBE, Oblock Bang bang Nigga Im three hunna bang Im cooling wit my youngins And what we smoke one hunna But nigga Im three hunna Click clack, pow, now he running Dont be fucking with my youngins Them niggas be drumming They take your ass down, shit, we need them bricks or something Keep this shit one hunna I keep this shit three hunna I pull up in that Audi You pull up in that Honda A fuck nigga dont wanna be it I like my bitch conceited Im Sosa, bitch, Chief Keef yeah My gun, dont make me beat it Im cooling wit my young niggas A lot of kush, a lot of guns nigga You see you us you better run nigga Bullets hot like the sun nigga She like Sosa, Im a big fan Bitch, Im leaning like a kickstand Im high Im smoking ganja Fuck a Tooka gang bitch, Im 3hunna Im cooling wit my youngins And what we smoke one hunna But nigga Im three hunna Click clack, pow, now he running Dont be fucking with my youngins Them niggas be drumming They take your ass down, shit, we need them bricks or something Keep this shit one hunna I keep this shit three hunna I pull up in that Audi You pull up in that Honda GBE bitch Im a big dog Kill yall then forget yall I feel like popping red dogs Big guns that knock ya head off Three hunna bitch six hunna Oblock and Young Money OTF bitch honor We bring them guns out and tell they ass to run up I make the fucking floor shake Fuck my birthday, bitch, I need more cake Im Sosa, bitch, Im gettin it We smoke doink’s bitch, yall be smokin midget Im cooling wit my youngins And what we smoke one hunna But nigga Im three hunna Click clack, pow, now he running Dont be fucking with my youngins Them niggas be drumming They take your ass down, shit, we need them bricks or something Keep this shit one hunna I keep this shit three hunna I pull up in that Audi You pull up in that Honda

Boy dont want war Pussy boy dont want war Boy dont want war Pussy boy dont want war Dont want war Pussy boy... Dont want war Dont want war, dont want war Nigga fuck your mama, she should’ve wore a condom Boy dont want it Pussy boy dont want it Pussy boy... Pussy boy, pussy boy Pussy boy Nigga fuck your mama, she should’ve wore a condom Pull up in that Rari, burning off this rubber Niggas undercover, so you know I can’t trust them I be smoking earth boy, you be smoking bubba The bitch like Benihanas, took that bitch to McDonalds I got plenty condoms and I got plenty commas If you want some beef boy, I wont be your farmer I might be your father, ball like Penny Hardaway Judge trying to lock me up, cause my pee look darker But that aint gon solve none, weed solve my problem Guns for my armor, nigga fuck security Out the cut like barbers, got niggas Forrest Gumping Smoking on this Compton, but bitch Im in Chiraq Where you disrespect me at, bitch thats where you die at All these fucking lab rats, now I got my mouse trap Niggas wanna fake kick, wanna know where my house at That life I aint bout that, Im bout pushing scalps back Pull up on yo block, bitch, let my niggas out that Foreign car, clout that, Im high off this Tooka pack Im high off this Aiki pack, Im high off this Tu-Tu pack Smoking on that Jay Loud, smoking on that FatHead Run up on 46, leave a nigga flat dead Shoot a 47, flying off like Batman Boy I got a bad bitch, put that bag on that head Im high off this Chief Keef, got me feeling like Superman That bitch called Chief Keef G, bitch Im not no MuBu man All these damn frenemies, Ima call up PooPoo man I got niggas in these streets, they fuck around and do you, man I’m rich, hallelujah man, still got my toolie man Fuck with me, I’ll fuck around and screw your mans Flexin like a ruler, shoot at your medulla man And get your bitch, she wanna suck my dick, I knew it man Pussy boy dont want war Pussy boy dont want war Pussy boy dont want war Dont want war Pussy boy dont want war Pussy boy dont want war Pussy boy dont want war Dont want war Pussy boy dont want war, dont want war, want war Come down your block like thunder, thunder, thunder I just bought ten guns and ten pounds and ten mansions Come through dunkin shit, Kevin Durant Lebron-in But you like to Twitter beef, pussy how you warrin? Pussy how you warrin? Pussy how you warrin? Pussy how you warrin? Pussy how you warrin? How you warrin?

Young Chop on the beat Fft, beep, beep, beep Think that Im Kobe, swish I think that Im Kobe, huh? Ayy, ayy, ayy, bang I been ballin so damn hard, I swear I think that Im Kobe Young bull of this rap shit, but I think that Im Kobe I swear Im dunkin on these hoes, on these niggas, Im free throwin These boys, they dont like me cause I think that Im Kobe Watch me hit the strip club, make it rain like Im Kobe Industry full of lames, I play the game like Im Kobe And since I think Im Kobe, my bitch dont like to know me This is for them niggas that be thinking they Kobe I said, Baby, I got the racks, she like, You need to show me She gon wanna blow me cause I ball like Im Kobe On my right wrist, Versace, on my left wrist, a Rollie I hold my Rollie up and now them bad bitches on me I pull them hundreds out my right pocket, fifties out my left Im ballin like Im Kobe, I got plugged with the ref Watch me shoot this three, if further, he step I got twenty-seven more, and them be courtesy shells Since I signed with Jimmy Iovine, I swear I think that Im Kobe You boys wan be like me and I think that you owe me Said since I signed with Jimmy Iovine, I swear I think that Im Kobe You boys wan be like me and I think that you owe me I been ballin so damn hard, I swear I think that Im Kobe Young bull of this rap shit, but I think that Im Kobe I swear Im dunkin on these hoes, on these niggas, Im free throwin These boys, they dont like me cause I think that Im Kobe Watch me hit the strip club, make it rain like Im Kobe Industry full of lames, I play the game like Im Kobe And since I think Im Kobe, my bitch dont like to know me This is for them niggas that be thinking they Kobe Man, I smoke so much dope, I swear I think that Im Smokey Tadoe off that molly, and me, I love smokin Hundred thousand in one pocket, I get paid like Im Kobe When these fuck boys play games, man, I just play like Im Kobe My lil bitch just asked why I be stuntin so hard Cause these guns shoot one-two, one-two, aint no stompin the yard I want top in the car, she said, Boy, you goin too far I said, Im Kobe, bitch, dont act you never done this before I been ballin so damn hard, I got them ugly faces I sold Nowitzki, bitch, Im Kobe, I got plugged with the yay-yay I been ballin so damn hard, I got them ugly faces I sold Nowitzki, bitch, Im Kobe, I got plugged with the yay-yay I been ballin so damn hard, I swear I think that Im Kobe Young bull of this rap shit, but I think that Im Kobe I swear Im dunkin on these hoes, on these niggas, Im free throwin These boys, they dont like me cause I think that Im Kobe Watch me hit the strip club, make it rain like Im Kobe Industry full of lames, I play the game like Im Kobe And since I think Im Kobe, my bitch dont like to know me This is for them niggas that be thinking they Kobe

Beep, beep GBE the squad Its just us, we dont need nobody Yeah, yeah Yeah, Sosa, baby Said Tadoe off the molly He spazzin out in the party, man Yeah, yeah All these bitches know I get dough Pop a nigga soul like Crisco Im smokin on the gas like Citgo Fat ass on my bitch though Big rims, on my whips though 30 clips, all my clips go You talk a lot but you aint on shit though We let off shots, you bout to get hit though Im Southside, Ill pop out OBlock bring them Glocks out 300 bring them chops out We shoot up your block now Fredo bring them Glocks out Reese bring them crates out Ima bring them racks out Make your bitch wanna stay out But dont think she gone get paid now I just like to play round With niggas, I dont play round My boys shoot up the playground So please dont get sprayed now Sirens on the way now We can do this all day now Shoot you what you say now I know she wanna come up Cause I got lots of commas Louis and Ferragamo This why Im so stuck up High off earth, Im fucked up Bankroll got me puffed up She got a fat ass then you know that Ima fuck her All these bitches know I get dough Pop a nigga soul like Crisco Im smokin on the gas like Citgo Fat ass on my bitch though Big rims, on my whips though 30 clips, all my clips go You talk a lot but you aint on shit though We let off shots, you bout to get hit though Tadoe off the molly He spazzin out in the party GBE the squad Its just us we dont need nobody And these bitches call me Papi Cause I gots lots of money Its a OBlock parade We love drummin and bitch we coming You better love your woman Cause Sosa fuck any woman These commas steady comin I turned nothin into somethin And I be tired as hell But my dick wont sleep for nothin And we love getting money I swear we wont sleep for nothing See opps, we pull our Glocks out Hollow tips pop out 30 clips stick out Boy, please dont get shot down On the plug, Ill flood your block out Disrespect my block now Guarantee you get shot down Choppers chop your block down All these bitches know I get dough Pop a nigga soul like Crisco Im smokin on the gas like Citgo Fat ass on my bitch though Big rims, on my whips though 30 clips, all my clips go You talk a lot but you aint on shit though We let off shots, you bout to get hit though

What is GLO GANG? Well its GLO GANG is G-L-O-G-A-N-G It is Glory Boyz, we are Glory Boyz Entertainment. It is GBE But its shortened, its shortened, you know what Im sayin So its G-L-O Gang, and so the GLOry Boyz You guys can say either one though, it dont matter You know what Im sayin I wont get offended, gang wont get offended We are Glory Boyz, you know what Im sayin But GLO GANG is just a, just a short abbreviation for Glory Boyz You know what Im sayin, just G-L-O-G-A-N-G, you know We be on a lotta gang shit, we got everybody sayin gang now No squad, you know. We changed that, we changed to gang It aint none of that squad. I mean you know we got Savage Squad You know thats my cousin, Fredo and nem. But um shit We go by gang and none of that squad But when cuz and nem come around you know its squad When Wop come around we rockin with the squad You know what Im sayin. But when we When its just gang, we be on that straight gang shit You know what Im sayin, gang and none of that squad But anyways man back to the tape man Yo bitch got that wet wet, my gun got that wet wet She let me fuck up in the car, now my seats is wet wet Im off the drank wet wet, your dope smell like a wet pack She said she wanna smoke with we, bitch you shouldve said that She said that she gotta pee, Im like bitch you shouldve said that She said she been said that, I said I aint hear that I was smoking the loudest loud but Im always ready You be smokin on that shit, that shit that give you headache Who come here, you come here Ooh come here, pistol to your ear Booze what you sip, lean what I sip Water what I drink, cat meow all I get Pull up to the strip, thing on my hip The police pull me over like Its weed on my lip Johnny call me up, he said he peed on my wrist Yo bitch call me Marshall she said she bleached all my gear My daughter call me mad, she said she gon eat all my chips These niggas always mad they wanna eat all my dip The opps always mad they say Chief Keef aint blowin shit Until I come through blastin like the Heat I aint doin shit Im Sosa Wilt Chamberlain, blunts just flamin Watch just blingin, phone just rangin Ima no belt rockin, no sock rockin Pull up show stoppin, you know how Im rockin I came in the game man, and you know I changed it Sosa whats your language? Bitch I speak them acres Favorite team the Lakers, favorite team the Bulls Wanna put up your paper? Im like okay cool My favorite player Butler, and I gotta butler Gotta number 40, my 40 a fuck ya My favorite player Rose, aye, money on him lets go We be on that bullshit, we from Chicago My favorite player Kobe, you be holy moly That mean you be with police When its cold outside I got on no tee That mean that I can hold it, hold it underwater Pull up on your daughter Im a shark up in the water I remember buying quarters, now Im at a P When it come to your bitch, I gotta add a Keef Come out the cut like Snell, I gotta add a three Dont give a fuck how you feel I gotta add a T Im Sosa Wilt Chamberlain, blunts just flamin Watch just blingin, phone just rangin Ima no belt rockin, no sock rockin Pull up show stoppin, you know how Im rockin I came in the game man, and you know I changed it Sosa whats your language? Bitch I speak them acres Favorite team the Lakers, favorite team the Bulls Wanna put up your paper? Im like okay cool

We aint really with that talking, bitch we bout that action He not bout that life man, catch him in traffic We aint really with that talking, bitch we bout that action He not bout that life man, catch him in traffic We aint really with that talking, bitch we love that action I lost so many niggas, turned into a savage And real life, no movie shit, bitch we clap Where Im from? This Chiraq, you get left as a tragic Kicked your bitch to the curb, she was too dramatic And where Im from thats 300, normal spelled backwards Letting a nigga goon me, I cant imagine But Im out here in these streets, catch me in traffic My niggas shoot for free, theyll let you have it My niggas do it for me, aint no way around it Blood hound for that money, bitch I gotta have it Going crazy, 20s, 50s, 100s, bitch Im cashing And I aint really with the talking, bitch Im money stacking And he aint really bout that life, cause he dont love that action And they dont come from where I come from, they wasnt born a savage Late night shit, catch him in traffic I aint really gotta talk, bitch catch me in traffic And you know I got it on me, so Im never lackin We aint really with that talking, bitch we bout that action He not bout that life man, catch him in traffic We aint really with that talking, bitch we love that action I lost so many niggas, turned into a savage And real life, no movie shit, bitch we clap Where Im from? This Chiraq, you get left as a tragic Kicked your bitch to the curb, she was too dramatic And where Im from thats 300, normal spelled backwards We dont really play, homie we about gun action Pistols get to flappin, ball like the Mavericks Chief Keef bitch Im savage, Im paper stackin Pistols get to clappin, niggas get to lappin Bad bitches packed up inside a Maxima That bitch gon give me neck, neck like a Dracula Fuck nigga talk shit, delete him, no schedule That bitch want some ransom, she say Im handsome I need me a dancer to come and dance up On me while Im wildin and Im throwing sets up I need me a dancer to come and dance up On me while Im wildin and throwing sets up We aint really with that talking, bitch we bout that action He not bout that life man, catch him in traffic We aint really with that talking, bitch we love that action I lost so many niggas, turned into a savage And real life, no movie shit, bitch we clap Where Im from? This Chiraq, you get left as a tragic Kicked your bitch to the curb, she was too dramatic And where Im from thats 300, normal spelled backwards We aint really with that talking, bitch we bout that action He not bout that life man, catch him in traffic

12 Hunna on the beat DJ Flippp, make the money flip Ooh, ayy 14, 14, 14, yeah, yeah In rack city counting up the four I was trapping, getting it by my lone Rocket got them pints for the low Chris got the rocket, he gon blow Murder what she wrote We came through and took her soul She want that dick then she get boned Rack city blowing dope, bitch She off the molly and the coke , bitch You wan touch then you get poked , bitch Run my hood like the pope , bitch They thought I was dead but Im still alive I just needed time to relax, bitch I just needed time, now Im back, bitch The money coming faster than it ever did Please play this at my funeral If I die tomorrow, tell my mama that Im sorry for the life I chose But this the life I chose Mama, Im sorry This is the life for me Nobody loves me but me Nobody loves me but me I fucked my girl last week Told her get on her knees Then she sucked on my D Then that bitch hit the streets, she aint fuckin with me No more, no more, no more, no more No more, no more, no more, no more No more, no more, no more, no more No more, no more, no more, no more I see more tombstones than the undertaker And if we fuck now we cant cuddle later The chopper make roaches scatter, fuck a huddle breaker This MAC, I aim it at your face, I cannot make up Brrat, I got them pounds and that aint from Jamaica Smoke, this thing Im shooting fuck up Gods creation Ah, you the best, who am I replacing? Woah, oh, thats a vest? Well its your mind Im aimed at Scars of love from warfare with automatics Bullets burn like lava, chopper spitting volcanic Codeine and Percocets, spend a kidney and a liver Stupid bitch fuck me over, I get it, I still miss her, woah In rack city counting up the four I was trapping, getting it by my lone

K.E On The Track Me and my niggas we ballin We dont do no talkin I see it, I want it, I bought it In my closet bout forty Pullingup in our foreigns, ignorance Im ballin, Im ballin Me and my niggas we balling We dont do no talking I see it, I want it, I bought it In my closet bout forty Pulling up in my foreign Full of ignorance You niggas is boring Im ballin like Im Jordan Bitches love KayKay, she ballin Every day I spend like forty On my side a .40 So dont run up on me shawty My money so gorgeous And my niggas clap guns no orders Bitches see me they on it Pulling up in all foreign Tats all on my body Dont make me catch a body This street shit is my hobby Wack a fuck nigga like Aiki These hoes love Chief Keef They say they like my steeze They say I got everything that a nigga dream I say that his bitch wanna fuck me He sneak diss, its ugly I ordered the bitch a bubbly And I got some Henny for me I say that his bitch wanna fuck me He sneak diss, its ugly I ordered the bitch a bubbly And I got some Henny for me Me and my niggas we balling We dont do no talking I see it, I want it, I bought it In my closet bout forty Pulling up in my foreign Full of ignorance You niggas is boring Im ballin like Im Jordan Me and my niggas we ballin We dont do no talking I see it, I want it, I bought it In my closet bout forty Pulling up in my foreign Full of ignorance You niggas is boring Im ballin like Im Jordan Give Tadoe the joint he on it Give Fredo the joint he on it He could lose his life if he wanna But well take his life if we wanna 300 enormous OBlock be on it We dont give fuck niggas warnings We gon run up on them Blowing on this good chronic Im feeling like super sonic Broke niggas make me vomit Cant do what I do stop trying it Bitch wont get none of my money But in her mouth Im cummin Money call Im coming Cant miss that shit for nothin I say that his bitch wanna cuff me But she can only suck me I aint with the lovey-dovey Thats why all these bitches love me I say that his bitch wanna cuff me But she can only suck me I aint with the lovey-dovey Thats why all these bitches love me Me and my niggas we balling We dont do no talking I see it, I want it, I bought it In my closet bout forty Pulling up in my foreign Full of ignorance You niggas is boring Im ballin like Im Jordan Me and my niggas we ballin We dont do no talkin I see it, I want it, I bought it In my closet bout forty Pulling up in my foreign Full of ignorance You niggas is boring Im ballin like Im Jordan I put that on my daughter

Sosa baby Ftftftftftftftftftft, beep, beep, beep, beep That bitch say that she dont understand me I be flexing now my money come in handy I gotta get this money, understand me? 100 thous all hundreds, understand me? Understand me, understand me? I gotta get this money, understand me? Understand me, understand me? Bitch my name is Sosa, you can call me Sammy Everywhere I go I spend a lot of cash Spend them stacks, spend them stacks and get it back OTF my niggas they invented that Smoking on this loud, call it the stinky pack Count so much money that my fingers cramp All my niggas wildin’ we don’t give a damn Ask your main bitch she know who I am Rob him for his taxes if he’s a son of Sam Who gives a fuck, we don’t care bout nothin’ Fam! Got money for a verse, send it through money gram Imma drop the top when I buy me a Phantom Kidnap this fuck nigga for some ransom And if his mouth moving, my gun dance some I pull up in that Porsche, they like Damn, son! All these bitches on me, I won’t wife none I have them bitches runnin’, when the pipe come, ayy That bitch say that she dont understand me I be flexing now my money come in handy I gotta get this money, understand me? 100 thous all hundreds, understand me? Understand me, understand me? I gotta get this money, understand me? Understand me, understand me? Bitch my name is Sosa, you can call me Sammy Fake ass niggas that’s a shit I don’t like Kilogram flow, that’s the shit I dont write All these fucking games, that’s the shit I don’t play Two door Murcielago and its smoke grey Keep that 50 cal. that bitch come in handy It will open up a nigga like some candy In the barrel, look like a Cambell’s soup can Banana clips in the closet like a fruit stand Talkin 36 O’s and Im the OG One time I sit and watch a nigga snort a whole key Muzzle on the rock, while it flash it go bang Spent a hundred grand one ring, no chain Got em pitchin wild 100‘s, keep it 300 Man that head so good bought her a 300 Understand me, nigga understand me? If thuggin was a catgory Id win a Grammy That bitch say that she dont understand me I be flexing now my money come in handy I gotta get this money, understand me? 100 thous all hundreds, understand me? Understand me, understand me? I gotta get this money, understand me? Understand me, understand me? Bitch my name is Sosa, you can call me Sammy Understand me?

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

Big rubber bands, I be poppin I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it I talk all this shit cause Im bout it You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin Call me baghead Milonakis All I get is bags, all I get is money Smoking big Backwoods of that funky I pull up, get that money then Im bouncin I pull up hop out, I dont pop out I got the cops out, its hot out, I got Glocks out I up this 40 Mayweather, its a damn knock out mumbles I aint make it in school, Chief So was a drop out Something something something, I forgot now I was thinking about the guap then put my guap out Im Sosa Ray Charles, you can still get knocked down Its a parade here, all you see is Glock shells I dress myself, bitch I dont need a stylist I got my pistol just in case the violence I think my chopper gay, I pulled him out the closet I call my chopper Ye cause he half went to college I call my desert eagle Desert Storm cause we be warrin I think my Mac wanna be a rapper, we be touring Like Kobe, Shaq, D.Rose and Butler, we be ballin If you talking bout some millions, we be on it Big rubber bands, I be poppin I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it I talk all this shit cause Im bout it You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin Call me baghead Milonakis All I get is bags, all I get is money Smoking big Backwoods of that funky I pull up, get that money then Im bouncin I pull up, get that check then Im in the wind I got two Glock forties, them be twenty twins Dont wanna fuck your bitch, she got a shitty wig Shot four out the thirty, we got twenty-six Pulled up swagging, know you seeing this Bitch came to my crib, you know she eatin this She cant have her phone, hoes be leaking shit Im an anti-ass nigga, I dont speak for shit Chief So got over totin llamas I got a HK caliber, Da Forty I wasnt good in science but I knew my numbers Im ballin Ring ring, tell your bitch stop callin Big rubber bands, I be poppin I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it I talk all this shit cause Im bout it You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin Call me baghead Milonakis All I get is bags, all I get is money Smoking big Backwoods of that funky I pull up, get that money then Im bouncin

Catch up, Catch up Ohh whats up, Sosa Chief Keef is outta prison Nigga, bitch nigga its cracking Bitch nigga its cracking You aint bout that action, bitch nigga Cause he is out of the prison Go on his Facebook page motherfucker Free Sosa, Sosa baby, catch up Free my nigga Sosa, he out the jail I aint know none of these niggas 3Hunna, fuck you mean nigga Shout out to Fredo Santana Imma do a mixtape with yall called Ran My Bands Up Lets get this cash man 3Hunna, nigga And I love all my fans Without yall I wouldn’t get far All these niggas follow my campaign All these bitches know my name I know Im finally rich But aint a damn thang gon change Me and my boys still bang Well clap a nigga up no range Bitch, I’m finally rich I could ride foreign cars And I love all my fans Without yall I wouldn’t get far Bitch, I’m finally rich I could smoke all the dope I get so high, just see the scope Real nigga from the O Bitch, I’m finally rich Me and you ain’t the same All these niggas follow my campaign And all these bitches knowin my name Bitch, I’m finally rich Ima show you how to ball Once you walk up in the mall Hit every store and buy it all Cause it aint shit I be flexin on these lames I’m a OBlock nigga, cant change 64th street my domain, savages So I gotta take care of my squad Fore every fuckin body get robbed For that night job and day job Thats why I got rich So I could take care of my mama Take care of my daughter And take care of my brothers But Im finally rich So just watch Sosa stack this cheddar Flex on these niggas know about it Hate on me, it don’t matter But Im finally rich So just watch Sosa stack this cheddar Flex on these niggas know about it Hate on me, it don’t matter I know Im finally rich But aint a damn thang gon change Me and my boys still bang Well clap a nigga up no range Bitch, I’m finally rich I could ride foreign cars And I love all my fans Without yall I wouldn’t get far Bitch, I’m finally rich I could smoke all the dope I get so high, just see the scope Real nigga from the O Bitch, I’m finally rich Me and you ain’t the same All these niggas follow my campaign And all these bitches knowin my name Bitch, I’m finally rich I be flexin with my big bros Reese Money and Fredo We got big Ben Franklin bank rolls Bitch, we rich Yeah I get twenty for a show I aint worried bout no hoes Cause I switch those like I switch clothes And bitch, Im rich Every bitch know Chief Keef Every bitch want Chief Keef All these bitches on Chief Keef Bitch, Im finally rich I got diamonds all in my watch Horses all in my cars I get ten bands for eight bars I know Im finally rich But aint a damn thang gon change Me and my boys still bang Well clap a nigga up no range Bitch, I’m finally rich I could ride foreign cars And I love all my fans Without yall I wouldn’t get far Bitch, I’m finally rich I could smoke all the dope I get so high, just see the scope Real nigga from the O Bitch, I’m finally rich Me and you ain’t the same All these niggas follow my campaign And all these bitches knowin my name Bitch, I’m finally rich

Bitch, its young Gucci Mane, you heard that I go coco-loco So much money that my pitbull got a diamond choker Im on a yacht, me and my plug, and yeah, we playin poker Sippin coladas, smokin ganja, hes a heavy smoker I started right here in the city, they call me a local I rob you blind and burn the money like the fuckin Joker And if you dont believe me, ask them hoes at Strokers So much money in the air, cant even see the sofa So much kush smoke in the air, I cant help but smell the odor They say I cook so many deuces my arm need a motor Half a pint in the Mountain Dew, now thats a dirty soda And— And I sell so many chickens, think I work for Kroger Im flexin, countin gualas, park this Lexus, I dont ride em Ayy, bad yellow bitch, passin unless she a rider She is down to ride with me and she gon hold my Glocky Ayy, if she see a opp, I tell her pop off, she gon pop him My brothers like 2Pac, Notorious, bitch, Im Big Papa If I see a opp, I spot him, shot him, bitch, I got him Drive-thru, In-N-Out , I throw em up, Benihanas Ridin, Hemi, semi on me , catch his ass, semi on em I— I been shotta callin since I hit the lotto, ballin My diamonds know voodoo 504, bitch, they from New Orleans Ring, ring, money callin, gotta go, you not important Im smokin TuTu and Tooka and countin money, tourin My Ruger hold a thirty, you can hold a fuckin chorus Thats eighty shots at your face, better be good at duckin bullets Pull up in that Lord, thats that shit them hoes adore I pull up to the club and tell a bitch to hop aboard Baby, Im a king , I know I am not a Lord But Im Almighty So and thats that shit that I send shottas for Im smokin paraphernalia , with a Glock in tours Make that bitch sing a melody , you get lots of chords Im flexin, countin gualas, park this Lexus, I dont ride em Ayy, bad yellow bitch, passin unless she a rider She is down to ride with me and she gon hold my Glocky Ayy, if she see a opp, I tell her pop off, she gon pop him My brothers like 2Pac, Notorious, bitch, Im Big Papa If I see a opp, I spot him, shot him, bitch, I got him Drive-thru, In-N-Out , I throw em up, Benihanas Ridin, Hemi, semi on me , catch his ass, semi on em

By myself cause these niggas yes men Bitch Im Almighty Sosa Batman Know I got my Smith & Wesson That be my illegal weapon Im off this Earth I feel like Superman Cocky like He-Man, cut like Wolverine Come through yo block like Green Goblin Wetting shit up Spiderman Come through your block, ay Like Batman with a Glock, ay Red beams on the gun bitch, Cyclops, ay Wonder Woman, I name my watch, ay I got my heat, I feel like He-Man Bought sandman to the beach so bitch Im Seaman, ay I got a cold from all this ice man, ay Dont make me flash my fuckin pipe man, ay Im Spiderman, my uncle got killed off white man Come through your block, Star Wars with the shots Daredevil with a cane cause Im shootin like Im blind, ay Smokin Liu Kang kush, Sub-Zero, the whole nine, ay Now Im feelin like Im Walkin Dead bitch, Sosa Rick Grimes By myself cause these niggas yes men Bitch Im Almighty Sosa Batman Know I got my Smith & Wesson That be my illegal weapon Im off this Earth I feel like Superman Cocky like He-Man, cut like Wolverine Come through yo block like Green Goblin Wetting shit up Spiderman Flacko order quarter coke straight from Sosa man Thats that soda, eyes the color of Coca-Cola cans Green like Cloverland, everyday Im blowin grams Everything is purple, guess I am the Joker then Lifes a game of poker, tell that nigga show your hand Im pullin cards, I think its time you niggas fold again Told you soldiers with the scope I show attack Told you, blow you, John Doe you then Now nobody know the man, damn From rippin the Benz Flippin the rims, flippin a fifth to a gram Now I get in advance, Im rich again Switchin more bitches in France We aint rapin hoes, but we we out here cookie stealin You Captain Save-A-Hoe, nigga Im the pussy villain Spiderman, Peter Parker, Im like Peter Pan Treat my ops like Cyclops if I see the man Wolverine in skinny jeans, diamonds Billy Jean They tap dance, the Batman is a black man By myself cause these niggas yes men Bitch Im Almighty Sosa Batman Know I got my Smith & Wesson That be my illegal weapon Im off this Earth I feel like Superman Cocky like He-Man, cut like Wolverine Come through yo block like Green Goblin Wetting shit up Spiderman

Young Chop on the beat Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Bitch Im cooler than a cooler Big shouts out to my jeweler Hit a lick been rich ever since Say Chief Sosa broke thats a rumor These broke ass niggas need tune ups Im a rich ass nigga Hallelujah Broke niggas we see right through ya Bitch Chief Sosa getting that mula Bitch Im cooler than a cooler Big shouts out to my jeweler Hit a lick been rich ever since Say Chief Sosa broke thats a rumor These broke ass niggas need tune ups Im a rich ass nigga Hallelujah Broke niggas we see right through ya Bitch Chief Sosa getting that mula Ayy, ayy Every time I look up my bitch starting some shit Damn I hate a bitch that like to argue and shit Got so much designer shit youll think I model this shit There go the Glory Boyz again, they popping bottles and shit I say if you need a feature, homeboy hit up my line I love when me and Ben Franklin be spending some time Walk in the mall buy all the stores, bitch get on this ride And if your boyfriend wanna be like me, tell him get on his grind Bitch Im cooler than a cooler Big shouts out to my jeweler Hit a lick been rich ever since Say Chief Sosa broke thats a rumor These broke ass niggas need tune ups Im a rich ass nigga Hallelujah Broke niggas we see right through ya Bitch Chief Sosa getting that mula Bitch Im cooler than a cooler Big shouts out to my jeweler Hit a lick been rich ever since Say Chief Sosa broke thats a rumor These broke ass niggas need tune ups Im a rich ass nigga Hallelujah Broke niggas we see right through ya Bitch Chief Sosa getting that mula Ayy, ayy Tadoe off the molly he retarded and shit Take a look off in my closet lots of Robins and shit And MJ bring the same shoes out, Im still copping them shits Bentley coupes and Hummer trucks and Raris and shit I do this so Lolo wont have to worry again And KayKay can be like pops and ride Raris and shit There go Chief Sosa, girl he ducking paparazzi again You looking for me Im in the woods with Holly in shit Bitch Im cooler than a cooler Big shouts out to my jeweler Hit a lick been rich ever since Say Chief Sosa broke thats a rumor These broke ass niggas need tune ups Im a rich ass nigga Hallelujah Broke niggas we see right through ya Bitch Chief Sosa getting that mula Bitch Im cooler than a cooler Big shouts out to my jeweler Hit a lick been rich ever since Say Chief Sosa broke thats a rumor These broke ass niggas need tune ups Im a rich ass nigga Hallelujah Broke niggas we see right through ya Bitch Chief Sosa getting that mula Bitch Im cooler than a cooler Big shouts out to my jeweler Hit a lick been rich ever since Say Chief Sosa broke thats a rumor These broke ass niggas need tune ups Im a rich ass nigga Hallelujah Broke niggas we see right through ya Bitch Chief Sosa getting that mula

Bang Skrr You are now rocking with Frencizzle the French hitmaker Sosa What you want? Shit Im startin off my day with a blunt of Earth Lookin myself up, see how much Im worth Im ridin down the block in this silver Porsche That bitch already know that Ima flirt Im back off in the stu working on some new You get 8 bars for 10 , 12 for that times 2 50 for a show, 20 for a verse As soon as Im done Im countin like a nerd My baby need some new and she get it first Ima be sober real soon so I need some herb I hopped out of that Rari with that Louis bag And if a nigga try me, foenem do his ass Im countin a million dollars in my mansion Hoes everywhere, I got bitches dancin Choppas in the closet, pounds in the den We got the 30s on us, meet that many men Couple M16, this aint new for us All my niggas standing tall on my front porch I got 3 cars up in my garage Have my niggas in yo grass, bitch, camoflouge Sosa back, bitch, yeah, Im back bitch Did you miss me , or you aint care, bitch? This that O shit , that 064 shit And FrontStreet, GBE, 3 double O shit My shit list, Im on the forbes list Since I’m a rich nigga, I don’t need a rich bitch I got a dumb wrist, it do dumb shit Im on that dumb shit, and we aint frontin shit

12 Hunna on the beat For my squad, I go hard I love my squad For my squad, I go hard Yeah, Sosa baby GBE, baby OBlock 3Hunna Heh, heh, heh, heh, yeah Bang Bang I love my squad For my squad I go hard You holding that cash, get robbed Or get somebody dropped at your squad Nothing but shooters and stars in this squad GBE 3Hunna OBlock All these fuck niggas mad, cuz we on top We aint tripping we letting off shots And they know Got a hundred up in that TEC, so fuck nigga dont get wet I say its just us, its just that, and bitch Imma rep for my set So fuck nigga duck, or get wet or have Boss Top at your neck Im screaming free 5 and free Slick For the week, keep niggas upset Lots of bankrolls and hoes, I be banging bad hoes with my bros We be some stars, that bitch know, act slow slap her with a bankroll My boys gone blow, that nigga know, he better pray to God for his soul We come with this TEC, to his show, and start popping shit, Crisco Tray Savage got the mac, and he coming at your back We at your front and your back with them thirties in them straps We got hundreds in them tecs, make it rain niggas dont get wet Bitch we thumbing through that check, we pull up, they who is that Yeah I love my squad For my squad I go hard You holding that cash, get robbed Or get somebody dropped at your squad Nothing but shooters and stars in this squad GBE 3Hunna OBlock All these fuck niggas mad, cuz we on top We aint tripping we letting off shots And they know

Not gonna stop I bet I cant get down to them That tender lovin so lovely That tender lovin so lovely You really dont understand do you? Oh the rain, rain, the rain Oh sunshine That tender lovin so lovely They cant love anybody ​You really dont understand do you? Ayy, fear nobody, fear nobody I brought my shotty right up in the party No bodyguard, just see the squad and me Whats in my pockets? I brought Ben Franklin with me Whats in my house? 7,000 square feet My bank account? I swear its no tellin All type of amounts, just so I can spend it Whats all around? Fake niggas act friendly Cause Im on now, gotta keep it near me Cause niggas will smile, but really be frienemy Bitches all act down, but really aint into me They just want my account, heard I got them millis Cant go like that now, Ima keep it pimpin Pistols all around, opp tryna catch me slippin Member my mama used to whip me Now I can buy her ass anything Oh the rain the rain the rain, oh sunshine That tender lovin so lovely That tender lovin so lovely You really dont understand do you? Not love somebody Lots of lovin nobody Nobody You really dont understand do you? I dont fear no one War time, Im gon get me one Where Im from you gotta walk round with your gun But I made it out, just to get some money You really dont understand do you? Now Im ridin what I want Fuckin any thot I want I be buyin anything I want Remember when I was broke? You really dont understand do you? They thought I was a joke You really dont understand do you? Dear money, Im so in love with you Til I die, Ima sing to you Cause I love you, I wanna be with you You really dont understand do you? Not gonna stop I bet I cant get down to them That tender lovin, so lovely That tender lovin, so lovely You really dont understand do you? Oh the rain, rain, the rain, the rain, oh sunshine I cant love in somebody, they cant love anybody Not lovin somebody, lots of lovin nobody, nobody You really dont understand do you?

Oh She keep callin Oh shit Oh shit Gang, gang, gang Sos baby, Glo Gang baby Glo Gang baby, Glo Gang baby Im rollin, she callin, she stalkin My phone and, I dont answer I keep declining She keep whinin on my line and Im like go, Im on the road Im fuckin hoes, Im countin rolls And you know, how we glo With the glo, we get dough She rollin, gold diggin She call me, Im on it Talkin shit, my bitch She calling me, block list Thot bitch, opp shit She cant come home no more I say she on the opp shit Cant call my phone no more Said the bitch wanna fuck with a no name He a straight goofy, he so lame Sippin on the act, thats codeine Sit back catch a nut, that’s protein OTF bitch thats, Glo Gang Got 20k stuffed in these Balmains Broke ass nigga keep talking You aint gang gang, gang gang, gang Im rollin, she callin, she stalkin My phone and, I dont answer I keep declining She keep whinin on my line and Im like go, Im on the road Im fuckin hoes, Im countin rolls And you know, how we glo With the glo, we get dough Smokin dope, ridin slow When I ride fast, cops on my ass So I know, ride cautious Cops be stalkin, cops be honkin Like my hoes, they be on my ass They just want my cash, they just wanna brag I can loan they ass, I aint on that man I got lots of gwap, and you know that man I send lots of shots, and you know that man I been doing this shit since 08 man Sellin D, know that man Aint nothin to me, I been doin that man Im rollin, she callin, she stalkin My phone and, I dont answer I keep declining She keep whinin on my line and Im like go, Im on the road Im fuckin hoes, Im countin rolls And you know, how we glo With the glo, we get dough I got the gang with me No opp shit but they cant hang with me She got to pay for this dick bitch You cant come hang for free I aint talkin bout the app No nigga in the city come hang with me Niggas try to rob but I keep my chain with me That shit dead, nigga who scared? No Su-Wu, how we move, no purp, so we sip red Shawty wanna ride with a real nigga Shawty gone die for a real nigga Shawty wont lie to a real nigga But she rollin rollin rollin rollin rollin Im rollin, she callin, she stalkin My phone and, I dont answer I keep declining She keep whinin on my line and Im like go, Im on the road Im fuckin hoes, Im countin rolls And you know, how we glo With the glo, we get dough

Yeah, this Lil Uzi Vert Im ready Lets go I dont ever want to talk about it I dont ever want to see you Everybody, they been changing now Now you see what the cheese do I understand, charge it to the game Everybody wanna feast too I put gold all up on my neck I put gold on my teeth too I aint never stayed from the jump How you say that I leave you? How you say that I left you? First year was the best you After all the dumb shit that you did Cant believe that I really kept you We used to sit in the same room And I still probably would text you She aint never gon talk back Gettin big money, thats a tall bag Go to Bergdorf, spend a small bag Look at my back, Chrome Heart tags Louis V like Im Virgil, got the all-white, told the bitch Off that Pulled up in the Lam, it was manual, I had to stall that I just made ten Ms today, bitch, thats all facts Call my phone, dont answer me, then I told the girl dont ball back Drip, splash, I can just sauce that Yeah, I pick the bitch up But I made her walk back All my niggas got the tools So you need a hard hat They aint even know its me Cause I had a skull cap Slime snake my disease If you bite, I bite back Had this bitch on her knees Asked her where her jaw at Hello? , hold on Baby, gotta call back Cause I ran into a lick And I need all that Murakami on my walls Nigga, where your KAWS at? I just beat a nigga up Now I need my paws back Got a Glock with a dick Yeah, I had to pause that When Im shopping, know Im safe So Im in the mall strapped Diamonds all up in her face Make a bitch percolate Put her on ElimiDate Been fucked, boy, you late She aint never gon talk back Gettin big money, thats a tall bag Go to Bergdorf, spend a small bag Look at my back, Chrome Heart tags Louis V like Im Virgil, got the all-white, told the bitch Off that Pulled up in the Lam, it was manual, I had to stall that I just made ten Ms today, bitch, thats all facts Call my phone, dont answer me, then I told the girl dont ball back Drip, splash, I can just sauce that Yeah, I pick the bitch up But I made her walk back Yeah, chain gang Diamonds in my chain hang Diamonds in my chain swing Im just tryna maintain Now Im talking bout the fame Fucking with my fucking brain I can go in any lane Tear that bitch up out the frame Hotbox a Mulsanne I just gotta ventilate I just got a new Range Yeah, it came with different plates One, two, three, four Skip the six, skip the eight Then I skip the shit to ten Run from 12, and Im straight You aint never reach your day You cant go where I go, you cant stay where I stay Her nigga in the way Picked her up in my Rolls She dont know where I stay, fucked that girl on vacay, yeah No, she aint never gon talk back Gettin big money, thats a tall bag Go to Bergdorf, spend a small bag Look at my back, Chrome Heart tags Louis V like Im Virgil, got the all-white, told the bitch Off that Pulled up in the Lam, it was manual, I had to stall that I just made ten Ms today, bitch, thats all facts Call my phone, dont answer me, then I told the girl dont ball back Drip, splash, I can just sauce that Yeah, I pick the bitch up But I made her walk back Yeah, I picked the bitch up And I made her walk back

Now its over Now its over Now its over Now its over Its over I keep a big bankroll and some designer clothes on Last year I didnt have shit well now its over Keep me some hoes, a lot of hoes here Last year I cuffed that bitch, well now its over Now its over, now its over Last year I didnt have shit, well now its over Now its over, now its over Last year I cuffed that bitch, well now its over Learned how to record myself, well now its over Ima kill these beats like a fucking soldier She gon give me top then Ima slump her over And we aint with the talk boy, well slump you over I be riding Raris, Rovers I got lots of guap, you know it And we aint with the talk, we blowing I got guap, just watch me throw it They say Im handsome cause my bands up And I dont hold no ho for ransom And if we see a opp, we blam him If he aint one of ours, then damn him I keep a big bankroll and some designer clothes on Last year I didnt have shit well now its over Keep me some hoes, a lot of hoes here Last year I cuffed that bitch, well now its over Now its over, now its over Last year I didnt have shit, well now its over Now its over, now its over Last year I cuffed that bitch, well now its over

Mike WiLL Made it Yah, ? Huh, huh, yah, huh, yah Bang, bang, bang, bang bang EarDrummers I aint worried bout you shorty Im so use to balling I dont even want you darling Why do you be calling Why your bitch love stalking Every night, Every Morning Starting to make me go harder Plus I got a daughter Ball like its no tomorrow Imma buy a Audemar Dont care about the costs Ball like its no tomorrow Bitch, you chilling with a star Act like its no tomorrow Ima buy a foreign car And drive it like its no tomorrow I be ridin foreign cars Ridin like it no tomorrow I be spending hella bands I be high above the stars I be chillin with my dogs Fucking on them hoes Lotta pound lotta Os Lotta of bankrolls and clothes Lotta ice white and gold Tats on my arms Lotta hoes on my line I be tourin fuckin hoes Ben Franklin bank rolls LVs on my clothes Jump man on my kicks Dont like them Gucci shits Got a lot of Louis shit And a lot of Fendi shit Got Ferragamo shit Bitch, I got plenty shit I ball like its no tomorrow Bitch, Imma Glory boy All I know is go hard Because I got a daughter I aint worried bout you shorty Im so use to balling I dont even want you darling Why do you be calling Why your bitch love stalking Every night, Every Morning Starting to make me go harder Plus I got a daughter Ball like its no tomorrow Imma buy a Audemar Dont care about the costs Ball like its no tomorrow Bitch, you chilling with a star Act like its no tomorrow Ima buy a foreign car And drive it like its no tomorrow This man bitch steady calling I wonder how she got my number I think she got it from Ballout You know we them bang brothers Flexin on you suckers All the bitches love us Tadoe off the molly water So you know its no discussion Get Fredo out the cut He fucking shit up Ball like its no tomorrow Cause bitch I chose to live it up Got dope in my blunt Got lean in my cup Cause Im rolling off a flat Bustin like Im Dillenger Bitch, I got Burberry on Sent that drink for you boss Yall know I go hard And so does my squad My money very, very tall And its getting taller I aint with the drama , I could fuck your mama I aint worried bout you shorty Im so use to balling I dont even want you darling Why do you be calling Why your bitch love stalking Every night, Every Morning Starting to make me go harder Plus I got a daughter Ball like its no tomorrow Imma buy a Audemar Dont care about the costs Ball like its no tomorrow Bitch, you chilling with a star Act like its no tomorrow Ima buy a foreign car And drive it like its no tomorrow

Ballout Whats up, bruh? 808 Mafia Squad Ballout, baby, Ive been ballin since the sixth grade Earrings was so big you couldnt even see my damn face Did you get the mixtape? Ballin No NBA I been ballin, not with that ball, but with that damn cake In the kitchen cookin cake, but its not my birthday I never seen your bitch, but I bet I can fuck her on the first day She damn near passed out when I pulled up on 28s Gold everything, but I dont look shit like Trinidad James Ballin like LeBron James, smokin on that 2 Chainz But I have on one chain, I dont have on two chains I will get another chain when I hit another stain OBlock, 300, bitch, GBE the gang Squad, squad Squad, squad, squad Squad, squad, squad, squad Squad, squad, squad, squad 808 Mafia Chief Sosa, baby, I been ballin hard, no discount Three cars, six houses, you cant tell me shit now And I got a maid, so I aint takin shit out Aint tryna fuck, get out, this the suck a dick house Money house, bitch house and pound house and brick house I even got a AK sittin at my bitch house Dont make me switch out, pull up, get out Start throwin cash everywhere and fuckin every bitch now 808 Mafia Look at my wrist, blaow, chain, blaow, ears blaow My car blaow, my earrings so damn big that I cant hear now Boy, lets get serious now, you know you aint gettin count Twenty in my left pockets, hundreds wore that shit out Squad, squad Squad, squad, squad Squad, squad, squad, squad Squad, squad, squad, squad 808 Mafia

I used to tell people like: Imma buy this, Imma buy that, Imma get this, Imma get a car, Imma be famous before you Ima be rich before you My sister thought she gon be rich before me even though she young They thought I was gonna be some motherfuckin screw up or somethin, they thought I was gon be like bad all my life She thought she was gonna be a lawyer, before I be a rapper or somethin, she crazy How old is your sister? She thirteen now The lil kid is crazy, all the little kids are crazy, everybody crazy.... Know what Im sayin and thats when I started off...... I got a job now, I got a daughter too So, I gotta make it happen Sosa baby, GBE Baby You know how we rockin baby LeekeLeek what it do baby Ballin, ballin, ballin, ballin Bad bitches keep callin I swear this money keep fallin Im best friends with Ben, shawty I dont even want you darling Cause Im ballin Bitch, Im ballin Rollin up this dope Pop a nigga something like Crisco All I do is spend dough I dont even know this bitch no mo Cause Im ballin So please bitch stop callin Bitch, Im Chief Keef Every bitch know me If the bitch dont know me Let me tell you hoes bout me Bitch, Im ballin And we shoot, no talkin Rockin in my Pink Dolphin Finna pop me a blue dolphin Broke ass niggas who talkin If you aint talkin money than you through talkin Bitch, Im ballin On these broke niggas, Im ballin Im ballin, Im ballin Bad bitches keep callin I swear this money keep fallin Im best friends with Ben, shawty I dont even want you darlin Cause Im ballin Bitch, Im ballin Sippin on that lean I go hard for my team Pockets filled with that green I just blow it all on my team Cause Im ballin Nigga, Im ballin Ride around wit my 3Hunnas All my niggas, we stuntin Spendin commas, bitch its nothin And Im eatin but I aint even got a big stomach Cause Im ballin Im ballin, Im ballin I be countin them stacks Crackin cards, get back I gets me a big check And everything designer but its mismatch Cause Im ballin Im ballin like Spalding Trues off my ass Pockets filled with that cash Niggas see me, they mad Bitches see me, they pass out man they fallin Now Im through talkin Cause Im ballin, Im ballin Bad bitches keep callin I swear this money keep fallin Im best friends with Ben, shawty I dont even want you darlin Cause Im ballin Bitch, Im ballin Sippin on that lean I go hard for my team Pockets filled with that green I just blow it all on my team Cause Im ballin Nigga, Im ballin

When I fucked that bitch, shouldve called her cutie Yeah, thats it Uh, uh, uh, uh, up that dick... yeah, that bitch Uh, uh, uh, uh, fuck that bitch shouldve called her cutie Yeah, thats it Uh, uh, uh, I... phew I dont remember her name but when I fucked that bitch shouldve called her cutie, yeah thats it With you she got on all type of shit, with me she got on a two piece, and thats it She like Sosa what kind of car you finna get? The one thats fast with two seats, yeah thats it She like Sosa what kind of house you finna get? The one thats got ten jacuzzis, yeah thats it I got 30 shots in this Glock but Ima give you a two piece, and thats it She know I got plenty thots but she say she dont want to lose me, and thats it I gave the bitch two or three pumps and thats it She high off two or three blunts and thats it My guap, she cant get none of that shit Take twenty out the bank and Im spending that shit Im allergic to three things, and thats it Fake niggas, peanut butter and lobster, thats it I only bought a PT, and thats it Bought a sprite and a 4, hand-dropped in that bitch I live it, thats why I be talking that shit Walk in the mall and be copping that shit Remember when my grandma used to say thats it Now I aint gotta hear none of that shit Bitch said she only want a thousand, thats it What you smoking on? I need a blunt of that shit Bitch gon get put out and thats it Cause a door to the face gotta come with that shit I fucked about two or three thots today, and thats it I fucked one without a condom Ima pay, for that shit I had a threesome with a million different hoes, thats it The ones hoes admire niggas want, thats it I got 3-0 in this 4-0, thats it Let a hundred niggas try me and Im dumping that shit Fuck boy hope you aint thought thats it Got niggas at the go toting rocket launchers and shit 50 shots and automatics hawks and shit Try me its gon be problems thats it

Man, always bout some petty shit That shit blowin off Ima come clean All new watch, that bitch blow minds When we show up, you know its showtime I dont skateboard, but Im on my grind Hundred thousand, all hundreds, itll blow a bitch mind When I was in the jungle we was blowin 9s Just hit a nigga bitch for the second time And you know I gotta cross the finish line You cant stand me bitch? Sit it down When we in the field, its a touchdown And you know your bitch is a bustdown She gon turn around and get turnt out Hopped up in a foreign car, then I burnt out I dont waste time on the FaceTime R.I.P the pussy, leave it face down Two best friends at the same time Two best friends at the same time Flava Flav clock by my waist line I find it funny how she blow time Forward lil mama cause she hold it down Nickname her Karma cause she go around When she come around, better not fuck around Write a couple bars, I bet I blow your mind Deadly with the pins, I dont bowl around Mercedes Benz, I roll around Like 80 bands, when I walk around All new watch, that bitch blow minds When we show up, you know its showtime I dont skateboard, but Im on my grind Hundred thousand, all hundreds, itll blow a bitch mind When I was in the jungle we was blowin 9s Just hit a nigga bitch for the second time And you know I gotta cross the finish line You cant stand me bitch? Sit it down In the Hellcat, yeah, burning out Let the window down, yeah, air it out Lay a nigga down, ooh, lay him down Ima hit that bih, with a hundred rounds! All my bitches bad, and they poking out Pull up with them knots, yeah, Im ashin out Aston Martin coupe, yeah, cashing out All black Rollie, yeah, bust down All new watch, that bitch blow minds When we show up, you know its showtime I dont skateboard, but Im on my grind Hundred thousands, all hundreds, itll blow a bitch mind What’s the word? I just saw your hoe up on the strip and she look thirsty Gave that hoe my number, told her call me up for certain Yeah, I know what’s it’s worth Give that pussy up, and if it’s wet, I’ll buy a purse Ridin in my Murc Seat way back, bumpin new Lil Uzi Vert, ayy Diamonds dance like Carlton You can see them through my shirt, ayy Flexin’ on these niggas, know they see me and it hurt Flexin’ on these niggas, I be with them geeks But make one phone call, you get hit up All new watch, that bitch blow minds When we show up, you know its showtime I dont skateboard, but Im on my grind Hundred thousands, all hundreds, itll blow a bitch mind When I was in the jungle we was blowin 9s Just hit a nigga bitch for the second time And you know I gotta cross the finish line You cant stand me bitch? Sit it down

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Bang, bang, bang Doh, doh doh doh Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt DP on the beat Hundred for the ones and two hundred for my I paid hundred for the ones And two hundred for my gun Paid a hundred for the drum Just to go up in my gun Paid fifty for some bullets Thats a box of bullets Shoot em at your stomach And shoot at your medulla With my ruger Smoking Tooka In my bimmer Im a fooler Pull up on ya Pull up to ya Switch cars Then I fool ya Pull up in that Rari, hallelujah Then I hop up in my Bimmer just to fool ya Fool your bitch, I pull up in that fucking Hummer Hummer H2, bitch, no, this aint no scooter It go faster than a Harley Someone please pass me the damn Marley, ayy Even though I dont smoke with nobody I dont need no bodyguard I got my body Got my nina Got my Tommy Shoot this shit right up at your tummy Now youre looking like a zombie Trying to get help but you couldnt find it My Bimmer colored suu-whoop ravioli Member when I used to eat ravioli Now I can buy Kay Kay a little pony Anything she want, you know Im on it That money, I be on it I aint got no business sittin on it I just got some business with gettin money You aint talking money, that shit funny I paid hundred for the ones And two hundred for my gun Paid a hundred for the drum Just to go up in my gun Paid fifty for some bullets Thats a box of bullets Shoot em at your stomach And shoot at your medulla With my ruger Smoking Tooka In my bimmer Im a fooler Pull up on ya Pull up to ya Switch cars Then I fool ya Somewhere coolin in my mansion Holding your bitch for ransom How much you got to get her back, fam? She aint worth shit so I hope you got about 10 Boy, I heard your belt Versace I got fifty times Versace in my pocket Money be my logic So you know Im all about it

Young Chop on the beat Ayy, turn the music up for me, Chris Sosa on the beat She take it slow then she wind it up Im showing love but its not enough Girl you look fine like wine Loan me some of your time Tell me can you be my friend I would like to tell you who I am Baby will you take me for who I am Ima hold the deal up on my end Bang, bang I know you dont want no scrub Baby Ima boss you should love that in me Shes like But my bestfriend was like Baby hes a dog he was trynna holla at me I know I can fuck up, another man can luck up In the club dancing on your pum pum Baby I respect you and love you If you let me I do not take you as a dumb-dumb Ill hold you slowly Treat you like a trophy Get so much of you I OD Can you pass me up like slowly Ill wear you out like my Louie Squeeze on you like my toolie Stir you up like a smoothie Clean you up like my jewelry She take it slow then she wind it up Im showing love but its not enough Girl you look fine like wine Loan me some of your time Tell me can you be my friend I would like to tell you who I am Baby will you take me for who I am Ima hold the deal up on my end Bang, bang But if I get all in your back Snap for me like Im a poet Baby Im a young Randy Moss I can catch it long as you throw it I just picked you up some Roses in the Lotus I just picked up some spice for the potion Just picked up a new scent from Barneys, baby You know that I smell like Im ballin You know that I aint used to one night I can have you here in one flight, baby Its just me and you in one boat They see us on this yacht, they gon go crazy Your friends know how much you love me But they be still tryna fuck with me When it comes to them I act like Im rusty Baby I wont lie, just trust me She take it slow then she wind it up Im showing love but its not enough Girl you look fine like wine Loan me some of your time Tell me can you be my friend I would like to tell you who I am Baby will you take me for who I am Ima hold the deal up on my end Bang, bang

Yeah, lets get it, bitch Miley Cyrus , catchin bodies Dont care if that pussy got some mileage, mileage Dont care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage Dont care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage Miley Cyrus , catchin bodies Dont care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage Dont care if that pussy got some mileage, mileage Dont care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage Ooh, ooh, Miley Cyrus Ooh, yeah, Miley, Miley Ooh, yeah, Miley Cyrus Ooh, yeah, Miley, Miley Ooh, yeah, Waynes World Ooh, yeah, Carti, Carti Ooh, yeah, Calabasas Ooh, yeah, Kendall, Kylie Ooh, ooh, Adidas deal Ooh, yeah, shoutout Kanye Ooh, yeah, crazy girls Ooh, yeah, every Friday Miley Cyrus , catchin bodies Dont care if that pussy got some mileage, mileage Dont care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage Dont care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage Miley Cyrus , catchin bodies Dont care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage Dont care if that pussy got some mileage, mileage Dont care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage Malibu, thats casual Got the McAdoo, fill you with gratitude Im with them animals, its a real nigga annual Your ho on automatic, put her on manual She gimme-imme head, Betty Boop If youre lookin for me, Im in Saks Fifth Avenue I just went and bought me some flashbangs You can disappear, disrespectin that gang Chopper go ra-ta-ta, ah You talkin rarara Hmm, she got more mileage than a car And she just pulled up to the spot, spot, spot Miley Cyrus, catchin bodies Dont care if that pussy got some mileage, mileage Dont care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage Dont care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage Miley Cyrus , catchin bodies Dont care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage Dont care if that pussy got some mileage, mileage Dont care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage

She say you be stuntin, bitch, thats every day She wanna chill with Sosa, but not every day Every day, every day , every day She wanna chill with Sosa but not every day I be smokin dope, shit, thats every day 3Hunna swole, bitch, we be up in the place Dont care what you say, shit, thats every day Sosa always with this nigga shit, thats every day Cant compare to I, cause Im hot as fuck Im buyin foreign cars and some tonka trucks No snitchin boy, we light you up Shoot them bullets, aint nobody hot as us Im a Leo, but my fuckin birthday every day Hope I be at the awards fuckin Mary Kate Im a Leo, but my fuckin birthday every day Hope I be at the awards fuckin Mary Kate She say you be stuntin, bitch, thats every day All my money go on dope, shit thats every day She wanna chill with Sosa, but not every day Fuck on any nigga bitch, shit thats every day Every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day She wanna chill with Sosa, but not every day OTF, bitch, I rep that shit like every day GBE, bitch, I rep that shit like every day If you think its chicken then its bombs away Ringin down your block, make you run away Man, I get so high I cant pronounciate Run up in your house, Where your money safe? We be makin moves, shit, thats every day I dont stack money, I spend it in every way Damn, all this money on my landline Up all day, bitch, we dont sleep, we vampires ,40 on my hip, click clack then fire We dont do this everyday, yous a damn liar She say you be stuntin, bitch, thats every day All my money go on dope, shit thats every day She wanna chill with Sosa, but not every day Fuck on any nigga bitch, shit thats every day Every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day She wanna chill with Sosa, but not every day

308beatZ Bang Bang bang Bang Bang bang Bang bang Bang She just really jock me cause my gear She just really want me for my ear She just really like me for my watch She just really like me for my car She just really jock me cause my gear She just really want me for my ear She just really like me for my watch She just really like me for my car Hah, holograms on my hand gave me a tanned wrist Diamonds dancin on my fist look like a blank disc Teriyaki suit with the lemon Phantom Heavy weight, heartburn; Mylanta Adversaries call me on my Blackberry Now Im in the laundry met; Darryl Strawberry On my cell phone, now Im on my iPhone She thought it was a cat phone, now Im on my bat phone Hangin fangs down like a vampire Sapphires dancin on my hand like a campfire Camp counselor, livin in the lap of lux Double cheese deluxe in the penguin tux She just really jock me cause my gear She just really want me for my ear She just really like me for my watch She just really like me for my car She just really jock me cause my gear She just really want me for my ear She just really like me for my watch She just really like me for my car That bitch want me cause she know I keep it real Say she dont like a nigga thats gon squeal Well listen, baby, Ima keep it real Hope you know you aint got shit coming here Blowed a blunt of kush in the air And I wont feed you lies to your ears Cause niggas better calm down before they hear A lot of gun sounds in the air I wont wife her, keep it pimpin over here Gucci shirts, we aint simple over here Fuck nigga mad cause his bitch jockin And I be flexin up in Maseratis She just really jock me cause my gear She just really want me for my ear She just really like me for my watch She just really like me for my car She just really jock me cause my gear She just really want me for my ear She just really like me for my watch She just really like me for my car Bang bang Bang Bang bang Bang bang

Bang Bang Bang Bang, bang That smokes got me gone, you can hear it in the air We on top like some stairs I dont give no fuck, I be goin to Hell Cant fuck around with bitches, niggas Because they be acting like hoes Theres a lot of hoes out here, though But Im gon let this hammer blow, like: Bang , bang Bang , bang Bang , bang Im gon let this hammer blow, like: Bang , bang Bang , bang Bang , bang Im gon let this hammer blow, like— Choppers gettin let off Now, they dont want no war 30 clips and them .45s, gotta go back to the sto And that Kush gettin smoked, gotta go back to the sto Cock back cause theres trouble, my mans gon blow So they ass better get low or get hit Oh, shit! That Bulldog made his ass split Im tryna get rich, fuck a bitch Only thing she for is to give head Im talkin this dick If she snitch, she can get the 30 clip All we know is bang and then dip And them bangers hollow tips I swear to God, that shit dead Lets show these niggas how we do it We got big hawks and Eagles thats gon knock you out yo shoes You better be a smart nigga On that R.I.P. Dart, nigga Two bangers, going hard, nigga Soft nigga, go hard, nigga! That smokes got me gone, you can hear it in the air We on top like some stairs I dont give no fuck, I be goin to Hell Cant fuck around with bitches, niggas Because they be acting like hoes Theres a lot of hoes out here, though But Im gon let this hammer blow, like: Bang , bang Bang , bang Bang , bang Im gon let this hammer blow, like: Bang , bang Bang , bang Bang , bang Im gon let this hammer blow, like— Glock 9, TEC-9, 30 clip, .45 When I hit him, he aint comin back Smokin loud, this Buddy loud, so I aint comin back And Im Chief Keef, bitch Off a pill, I feel like E.T., bitch When I hit, you spin like a CD, bitch Cant get caught by CPD, bitch My nigga Dooski, he got my back Just bring a nine, we aint got a MAC You better listen, we got a MAC And on your back, we make the Nolia clap We got 50-shot TECs, so dont get wet We gon make some bullets rain on your block Your bitch suckin all on my cock On the block, we the chop shop Smokin stank, all I know is bang Fuck run a train, we gon roll a train Big propane like Novacaine Chief Keef, bitch, Im so insane Its Glory Boyz, Lamron Wiiic City and Blackgate Young Money and 46 Flip a nigga like patty cake That smokes got me gone, you can hear it in the air We on top like some stairs I dont give no fuck, I be goin to Hell Cant fuck around with bitches, niggas Because they be acting like hoes Theres a lot of hoes out here, though But Im gon let this hammer blow, like: Bang , bang Bang , bang Bang , bang Im gon let this hammer blow, like: Bang , bang Bang , bang Bang , bang Im gon let this hammer blow, like—

My lil niggas with the shits dont play around If you actin really tough, I lay you down If you holdin onto work, I take you down My little niggas with the shits dont play around Grab that chopper, grab that K, 100 rounds If you actin really tough, I lay you down If you holdin onto work, I take you down My little niggas with the shits dont play around Grab that chopper, grab that K, 100 rounds If you actin really tough, I lay you down If you holdin onto work, I take you down If you talkin shit, I lay you down Nothin but semis, and AKs, a hundred rounds Own a lot of guns, Im cashin out Show these fuck niggas what we about Pull up on they blocks, get to bustin Shoot a nigga, then act like its nothin OBlock and 300, we comin Them the hoods, and I been that since a youngin Dissin us, you aint got sense or somen? Chopper bullets, click-clack, spittin on em Dissin us, you aint got sense or somen? Chopper bullets, click-clack, spittin on em My little niggas with the shits dont play around Grab that chopper, grab that K, 100 rounds If you actin really tough, I lay you down If you holdin onto work, I take you down My little niggas with the shits dont play around Grab that chopper, grab that K, 100 rounds If you actin really tough, I lay you down If you holdin onto work, I take you down If you holdin on that work, I take you down My lil niggas with the shits dont play around Reese with that chopper, hold a hundred rounds Sosa with the shits, he love them gun sounds If you actin really tough, I blow you down Run up in your spot, and lay you down Everybody on the floor dont make a sound Shoot them bullets, and we aimin at your mind Shoot them bullets, and we aimin at your mind A couple stacks up on your head, dont waste no time A couple stacks up on your head, dont waste no time My lil niggas with the shits dont play around My little niggas with the shits dont play around Grab that chopper, grab that K, 100 rounds If you actin really tough, I lay you down If you holdin onto work, I take you down My little niggas with the shits dont play around Grab that chopper, grab that K, 100 rounds If you actin really tough, I lay you down If you holdin onto work, I take you down My lil niggas with the shit, bitch, this the crowd All my niggas, we up in this bitch; its goin down And if he actin like he holdin, then we take him down Ride around, blowin loud, fuck hoes by the crowd I cant trust a soul, so I bought a hundred round Silencer up on the .30; that bitch dont make a sound I cant fuck with new niggas; move em round If he actin like he tough, them gunsll turn him down Mouth duct-taped, I dont make a sound We whats up shell fuck, I’m the man now Hit a lick, bust a move, shoot straight out of town We wassup shell a fuck, I’m the man now My little niggas with the shits dont play around Grab that chopper, grab that K, 100 rounds If you actin really tough, I lay you down If you holdin onto work, I take you down My little niggas with the shits dont play around Grab that chopper, grab that K, 100 rounds If you actin really tough, I lay you down If you holdin onto work, I take you down

Young Chop on a beat Im coolin with my brothers, my brothers Red and blue our colors, our colors Catch you at the red light, Im bussin, mothafucka Since I was a youngin I aint care bout nothin Ayy, I do not give one fucks, two fucks Red fucks, blue fucks, yellow fucks Im about my green bucks Ima make a scene for my green bucks Ima get some red on my Nina Colors Pulled up in black trucks Pulled them black MACs up We dont need no back up Fuck boy, we strapped up Pulled up in my silver SRT8 Pulled up with my silver AK Black hollows same height as Kay Kay White chalk, we can do this everyday Big red brick house, six car garage Young black nigga and I made it far Yeah its green now my pocket Black 50 in my car White bitches knockin at my door Tryna have a ménage But Im coolin with my brothers, my brothers Red and blue our colors, our colors Catch you at the red light, Im bussin, mothafucka Since I was a youngin I aint care bout nothin Ayy, I do not give one fucks, two fucks Red fucks, blue fucks, yellow fucks Im about my green bucks Ima make a scene for my green bucks Ima get some red on my Nina Colors We some young wild niggas You cant get your money back nigga For your green, better be a running back nigga Them slammers gonna slam your ass nigga

YG on the beat Damn, HAHAHA Damn, HAHAHA Damn, HAHAHA Damn, HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA Damn, HAHAHA Damn, HAHAHA Damn, HAHAHA Damn, HAHAHA Damn, HAHAHA Damn, HAHAHA Haw haw haw , haw haw haw Haw haw haw , haw haw haw Im laughin to the bank like Haw haw haw Im laughin at these lames like Haw haw haw HAW HAW HAW , HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW , HAW HAW HAW Im flexin on these lames like HAW HAW HAW Im walkin in the bank like HAW HAW HAW Ha, ha, ha Im from OBlock , bitch, thats my block I be wack? , Haw haw haw I smoke loud, loud, loud , love gettin high, high, high Aint no drive bys , those go bye, bye, bye She gone suck my cock , like a ba-ba-ba Cause I got lots of guap , I make money, fly, fly, fly Rap album like haw, haw, haw , in my Au, Au, Au They hurt like, Ow, ow, ow , they smoking mild, mild, mild Just got a check for haw haw haw , cashed it like haw, haw, haw I laugh like haw, haw, haw , his bitch like my ride, ride, ride Got a check for haw, haw, haw , cashed it like haw, haw, haw I laugh like haw haw haw , his bitch like my ride, ride, ride Haw haw haw , haw haw haw Haw haw haw , haw haw haw Im laughin to the bank like Haw haw haw Im laughin at these lames like Haw haw haw HAW HAW HAW , HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW , HAW HAW HAW Im flexin on these lames like HAW HAW HAW Im walkin in the bank like HAW HAW HAW Ha, ha, ha I walked in the bank , to get some guap, guap, guap See I gots lots of guap , this shit wont stop, stop, stop Back to bag rocks, rocks, rocks , switch gears like bye, bye, bye Speed with a hundred miles , laugh at cops like haw, haw, haw Yall cant catch me now , watch me get by, by, by My bitches bi, bi, bi, , I hit then bye, bye, bye. Then laugh like haw, haw, haw , cause bitch Im high, high, high Im at the top, top, top, , I wont go down, down, down I laugh like haw, haw, haw , got so much guap, guap, guap Im what these fuck niggas not , and all these fuck niggas cops I laugh like haw, haw, haw , Im at the top, top, top Im what these fuck niggas not , and all these fuck niggas cops Haw haw haw , haw haw haw Haw haw haw , haw haw haw Im laughin to the bank like Haw haw haw Im laughin at these lames like Haw haw haw HAW HAW HAW , HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW , HAW HAW HAW Im flexin on these lames like HAW HAW HAW Im walkin in the bank like HAW HAW HAW Ha, ha, ha HAHAHA

Young Chop on the beat Were next, were next, sheesh O-Block Bang Bang, bang I swear my diamonds are so blinding please dont look at my wrist In one blink of an eye, I bet I can take your bitch That boy jewelry looking blurry like who sold him that shit They say I aint getting money well who told them that shit Ok your bitch she like my diamonds and the cars that I ride Or she might just like my style or its the squad thats behind me I dont know but she gone go cause my pockets on swole I just walk up in the mall then I buy the whole store I know my diamonds looking blinding, please dont look at my wrist My young niggas shoot your face, if you think about taking my shit 10k for my ears, 20k for my wrist You aint fucking me for free bitch 20k for my dick Catch you slipping Scottie Pippen one phone call and you hit I just get these bitches numbers I dont call I forget And Im riding in them foreigns Imma ride on St. Lawrence Imma ride on brick squad catch a nigga Im scoring I swear my diamonds are so blinding please dont look at my wrist In one blink of an eye, I bet I can take your bitch That boy jewelry looking blurry like who sold him that shit They say I aint getting money well who told them that shit Ok your bitch she like my diamonds and the cars that I ride Or she might just like my style or its the squad thats behind me I dont know but she gone go cause my pockets on swole I just walk up in the mall then I buy the whole store Them people calling, right back to balling You got a bad batch to much bakin on it Right back on the stove, right back to them shows Right back to my bitches, your advance is my clothes Im whipping it , I triple it Shorty pop a molly then she wiggle it Putting orders, You telling stories Casino life hard rock nigga put in all this I swear my diamonds are so blinding please dont look at my wrist In one blink of an eye, I bet I can take your bitch That boy jewelry looking blurry like who sold him that shit They say I aint getting money well who told them that shit Ok your bitch she like my diamonds and the cars that I ride Or she might just like my style or its the squad thats behind me I dont know but she gone go cause my pockets on swole I just walk up in the mall then I buy the whole store

Gang in this bitch Im a gorilla in a fuckin coupe, finna pull up to the zoo, nigga Told you, nigga, who the fuck is you? I dont know, nigga No, nigga, pull up on your block, we gon blow, nigga Go, nigga, run, nigga, run from the po, nigga Gas what I smoke, nigga Feds at my door, jump out the window, nigga Know you cant get no money silly ho I just hit a stain, faneto, faneto Young Bibby, I be thumbin through that check, bitch Young Bibby, I be thumbin through that check, bitch Young Bibby, I be thumbin through that check, bitch Thumbin through that check Thumbin-thumbin through that check, bitch 30 thou on my neck, bitch Straight gas, no stress, bitch Whack a nigga, scratch his ass off the checklist Aye, and Im straight from the go Take a nigga out his glo We dont trick, aw bitch, is you slow? Do me a favor, grab your shoes, close that door Aye, cash what I blow Cali plug got that gas for the low Your boyfriend smell like ass and he broke Bufford needa stand his ass by the sto Aye, sell some weed, sell some coke Them No Limits come through, get low Aye, you better run, Forest go Aye, got that 50 shot drum you too slow Im a gorilla in a fuckin coupe, finna pull up to the zoo, nigga Told you, nigga, who the fuck is you? I dont know, nigga No, nigga, pull up on your block, we gon blow, nigga Go, nigga, run, nigga, run from the po, nigga Gas what I smoke, nigga Feds at my door, jump out the window, nigga Know you cant get no money silly ho I just hit a stain, faneto, faneto I bet I look like a stain, faneto Bitch, I got 30 in my thang, plus 3 more Walk up on me strange, watch me blow This cash like heroin in my veins, I need mo I’m still lil heroin, fuck the lake and fuck the fo And if you aint no day one gang then you dont know Jumpout Gang and Ku Ku Gang go boom, boom, boom Pull up, skurtt, everybody on the floor Bitches call me G Herbo or Herbo baby My whole city know that I go crazy And No Limits strapped up like the Navy Run up on a nigga and play crazy 90s baby but I got crack like the 80s Thumb through them racks last summer, bitch, I blew like 80 I wont tell you no lie, on the lady that made me So watch just watch how I do them this summer Pull up on them corners like, bang, bang, bang Im a gorilla in a fuckin coupe, finna pull up to the zoo, nigga Told you, nigga, who the fuck is you? I dont know, nigga No, nigga, pull up on your block, we gon blow, nigga Go, nigga, run, nigga, run from the po, nigga Gas what I smoke, nigga Feds at my door, jump out the window, nigga Know you cant get no money silly ho I just hit a stain, faneto, faneto Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch Turn up, I just hit a stain, finna go 30s and them thangs when we roll We dont save these hoes, no hero Send him to the E-, ah nosy ho Bitch you know who King OVO No Limit with the Mubu, Rollie Glo My name is Louie, but they call me Tony We met last night she sucked me to the morning I love that Ralph, I smoke it by the Lauren My smile Benz, I be talkin foreign I be dumping Ps when Im not recordin If a bitch dont like bitches then she borin Your bitch on my dick, I will be scorin Numbers on the boards, boy foe nem scorin Days and the days when we warin Back-to-back hits, foe nem borin Your bitch need to fix my dickasorem These niggas talkin shit until you hurt em My girl shoot shit up, she a squirter Beat the pussy up, she love it when I hurt her When Im done, Imma need a lawyer Dont got change for nothing, all I got is C-Notes Catch a opper lackin, bingo Extended mag, might not have to reload If we miss we spin back round and re-blow Catch him in the club, K.O They likin bricks, knockin niggas out, Deebo All this damn money, meat roll Bitch I know you see me, vevo Smoking opps, pack is shit, is lethal Youll get shot at when we see you All bag leave you see thru Im off a flat, rockin like a beatle I get dirty money like it aint illegal They kill in Chiraq like its legal Pop out shoot shit up like a needle Try to take my chain, I aint going Shoot him in his brain, I aint know it Take a nigga chain then wear it Pass it to the gang now we sharing Turn a goofball to a spirit Bullet turn a nigga to a bitch Hit, screaming like a bitch You a goofy got hit on the hip Im thumbing through a check, running up a bag Since you cant get no money get a cast You cant get no ride bitch call a cab I be mixing drugs like a lab

Wooh She shakin ass, but that shit, it dont amaze me Im off the Act, this shit got me feelin lazy I was born in the 90s, fuck the 80s Cause Ive got lots of gwop, all these niggas hate me Big shouts out to mama, she the one who made me Big shouts out to grandmama, she the one who raised me Them people made a star named Sosa baby I spend lots of gwop, then get Morgan Tracy Im smokin on this dope, this shit it got me high as fuck You disrespect the Glo, then you know we gotta light you up And all you hear is ambulances and them fire trucks Thirties choppin cars, screwin shit like wranglers Coolin with the stars, I aint talkin famous Imma break down this cigar, puff, puff, no passin They say Im gettin fat, bitch, thats what them bands did They aint see me, they see my car, and they say Im handsome I got too much guap fallin out my pants These bitches in my hair, Im too rich for some dandruff I dont do the dash, bitch, I do the damn drift These boys dont want no smoke, they dont want no cancer Get em by the loads when I get them bands up No, I aint no brick, but Im money dancin I like dirty Sprites and dirty Fantas Get shot with this Llama, I aint talking Kendrick She shakin ass, but that shit, it dont amaze me Im off the Act, this shit got me feelin lazy I was born in the 90s, fuck the 80s Cause Ive got lots of gwop, all these niggas hate me Big shouts out to mama, she the one who made me Big shouts out to grandmama, she the one who raised me Them people made a star named Sosa baby I spend lots of gwop, then get Morgan Tracy

Tadoe, the young living legend man You know how Im rock like cutoff stocking man, keep kush in my- Tadoe, the young living legend man You know how Im rock like cutoff stocking man, keep kush in my pockets man Tadoe, the young living legend man You know how Im rock like cutoff stocking man, keep kush in my pockets Some of these foreigns man, this shit get borin man Dont make us shoot man, this shit is Bang 2 bit- Pull off in that foreign, skrr skrr skrr, she thought she seen a beast A nigga think I’m going, ha ha ha, I got my thing with me Glo Gang known for glowin, heh heh, all us got a thing a piece Sayin that you blowin, huh huh, but you never seen a piece I high off this earth boy, I higher than Jesus be Comin on my turf boy, you gon need a Jesus piece Them bullets fly, no Nerf boy, change yo ass like the seasons be Nigga say he lookin for me, Im with my nina Chiefin Keef Im high off this Earth boy, Im where Jesus be Shoot a nigga ass, he dont believe in me My truck super fast, dont think you leavin me Tray Savage got the Mac, he make it scream for me He shot the crowd up, he thought he seen a G Boy roll your loud up, cause you cant chief with me I got my 9 tucked, we let it meet a nigga Im a cold OBlock ass nigga, I put heat to a nigga Spent one song on a foreign, aint got no features with it And right now I got so much money, I could fuck my teacher nem Spent one song on a foreign, aint got no features with it And right now I got so much money, I could fuck my teacher nem Pull off in that foreign, skrr skrr skrr, she thought she seen a beast A nigga think I’m going, ha ha ha, I got my thing with me Glo Gang known for glowin, heh heh, all us got a thing a piece Sayin that you blowin, huh huh, but you never seen a piece I high off this earth boy, I higher than Jesus be Comin on my turf boy, you gon need a Jesus piece Them bullets fly, no Nerf boy, change yo ass like the seasons be Nigga say he lookin for me, Im with my nina Chiefin Keef I be with some killers and them niggas smoke the loudest weed They got a lotta guns, they blow you down for me They rob yo ass, they find you got some pounds of weed Shoot a nigga up, he cant get down with me Like hold up, hold up, rocket launcher on his shoulder You get hit with that, its over Brick aint shit, I told you Holdin my dick where yo hoes at Tray Savage got the Mac he blows that Hollows hit his body, body drop I got a fuckin Glock with a mop If Sosa say smoke his ass then he gon get popped We got 100 chops with Glocks with red dots Pull off in that foreign, skrr skrr skrr, she thought she seen a beast A nigga think I’m going, ha ha ha, I got my thing with me Glo Gang known for glowin, heh heh, all us got a thing a piece Sayin that you blowin, huh huh, but you never seen a piece I high off this earth boy, I higher than Jesus be Comin on my turf boy, you gon need a Jesus piece Them bullets fly, no Nerf boy, change yo ass like the seasons be Nigga say he lookin for me, Im with my nina Chiefin Keef Chiefin Keef Chiefin Keef Chiefin Keef Nigga say he lookin for me, Im with my nina Chiefin Keef

Boy, hold my jewelry, its a pound, ayy Brick on my wrist right now, ayy And Im finna go and scoop your bitch, ayy And Im finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy Finna pull up on my ex, ayy Pull up on my ex, make that bitch mad, ayy I aint got no fucking type of respect, ayy But I heard you get respect with TECs, ayy Boy, hold my jewelry, its a pound, ayy Brick on my wrist right now, ayy And Im finna go and scoop your bitch, ayy And Im finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy Finna pull up on my ex, ayy Pull up on my ex, make that bitch mad, ayy I aint got no fucking type of respect, ayy But I heard you get respect with TECs, ayy D-Moe go grab the pound Thots coming over to suck us right now Roll up, lets get high Smoke a nigga, fry him Let him come up in this fucking house Pistol to his motherfuckin mouth I told him watch his motherfuckin mouth Who the fuck talkin now? Flexin, look at my muscle My truck got a muscle It aint American, its foreign My bitch aint American, she foreign She is from Dubai I got that check, then I flew by, I roll by Didnt stop for nobody I dont fuck with nobody Im hardbody, fuck your body and your party We gon come through, shoot your party Who told you to party? Not Glo Gang Fuckboy, yous a no-name Boy, hold my jewelry, its a pound, ayy Brick on my wrist right now, ayy And Im finna go and scoop your bitch, ayy And Im finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy Finna pull up on my ex, ayy Pull up on my ex, make that bitch mad, ayy I aint got no fucking type of respect, ayy But I heard you get respect with TECs, ayy I just bought a chop, lets do a hit You wifin her, she doing dicks I got a 30 with a stick Im Glo Gang, we hella rich These niggas hate, but niggas bitches These niggas tellin, niggas snitches And you know snitches, they get stitches Pulling up and you get digits Talking numbers, hundred rounds Catch you lacking, its man down When I kill you, Ima frown Aint no fucking laughing, playing around

Can you hear me? Huh? Can you hear me? Just a lil bit Wassup? BassKids on the beat You say wassup? Huh? Whatchu mean? They say diamonds are forever, I say diamonds are for everyone Like where you get that Johnny Dang at? I gotta get me one Never trust a bitch cause these bitches fuckin anyone Say you know a faithful bitch, where she at? Gotta get me one Im a rich nigga shit and these hoes fuck with anyone Say you got some that dont you do me a favor and lend me one But Iont care cause I got hoes, I swear I got plenty of em But I just wanna let you know these hoes are for anyone These hoes are for anyone, pick you one, get you one Diamonds are forever, baby, Ima go and get me some These bitches, they come and go, so Im not pickin anyone Actin like they want me but they really wanna give me some We be ridin rarris and lambs plenty of em They say its them faithful bitches where they at, I need to get me one Cause these hoes be so thirsty man they be fuckin anyone I put diamonds in my chain I swear I gotta stupid charm I hit Johnny Dang up cause Sosa gotta stupid arm If a nigga try to rob me Ima up a stupid 24s on the Audi got that bitch looking stupid dumb Smokin earth, sippin lean, this nigga Sosa stupid slump Steady buyin diamonds, I fell in love for them anyway Diamonds are for everyone get you some , go get you some Go get you some, go get you some Go get you some, go get you some They say diamonds are forever, I say diamonds are for everyone Like where you get that Johnny Dang at? I gotta get me one Never trust a bitch cause these bitches fuckin anyone Say you know a faithful bitch, where she at? Gotta get me one Im a rich nigga shit and these hoes fuck with anyone Say you got some that dont you do me a favor and lend me one But Iont care cause I got hoes, I swear I got plenty of em But I just wanna let you know these hoes are for anyone

Woo Almighty Sosa Yall know how Im rocking Glo Gang, Glo Gang Zaytoven Woo Goofy ass nigga tryna kick it wit no legs If ya outcome aint income, you thinkin wit no head Broke boy, I wonder why you aint gettin no bread? Told yo bitch to get on her knees, I dont want no sex Goofy ass niggas sippin cough syrup, that aint no lean Goofy ass nigga tryna fly without no wings Goofy ass niggas wish I die up in your dreams, bitch You goofy ass niggas shouldnt lie for no reason Im coolin in the trap, gettin high fo no reason T-Roy grab my strap, he gon blast for no reason If you knockin at my trap, betta knock for a reason Tray Savage got the MAC, callin shots for the whole four seasons I got that bitch number, I didnt need it Cause if I text her she gon wanna call me for no reason And I dont like talkin for no reason I fucked her then made her walk for the Four Seasons Goofy ass nigga tryna kick it wit no legs If ya outcome aint income, you thinkin wit no head Broke boy, I wonder why you aint gettin no bread? Told yo bitch to get on her knees, I dont want no sex Goofy ass niggas sippin cough syrup, that aint no lean Goofy ass nigga tryna fly without no wings Goofy ass niggas wish I die up in your dreams, bitch You goofy ass niggas shouldnt lie for no reason

Woo, woo, woo, woo Steve Aoki When the night call, yeah Ill call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah Brrr, brrr, bow! When the night call, yeah Ill call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, brrt When the night call We can link up, we can all ball Molly, xans and all , 3-2-1 and we takin’ off If we came to party , pour champagne we can drink Bacardi And Im ‘bout to go in , rave in the crowd Michael Phelps I dive in When the night call, night call Roll the dice dawg, dice dawg Hoppin in the white frog Livin’ like a outlaw Shorty got a tight jaw When the night call, night call, yeah When the night call, yeah Ill call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah Brrr, brrr, brrr, bow! When the night call, yeah Ill call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah Brrt, brrt When the night, call pick up the phone When the night, call pick up the phone Past 2 I’m an animal My bitch ride bone like a cannibal My party crazy like carnivals Pull up them birds like a cardinal I run up my sack check my cardio Bitch it’s Quavo and its Lil Boat Steve Aoki with the finger roll Basketball like a seminole In my party we fuck any hoe In my party we fuck your hoe When the night calls drop everything that your doin and run We’re gon’ party til the sun come No cameras just us Put your drinks in the air We dont care whos here We dont care whos here, cause we having fun in the bedroom Give a fuck bout your feelings Middle finger to a villain Split his wig back now he peelin Dot on his head like that nigga named Krillin When the night call, yeah Ill call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah Brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr, bow! When the night call, yeah Ill call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah When the night call, night call I wanna start up a riot I wanna fill up your tires Steve Aoki throw the cake I wanna throw me a pie That’s only when the night call yeah I wanna p-p-p-p-pipe y’all up She wanna fuck but dont know me I put the ice in the Rollie I’m a champion, Kobe Its Migo, Migo, Steve Aoki Play with that key like piano I’m in the jungle like Rambo Jump off the stage, Geronimo Your pockets is dry like camel When the night call, yeah Ill call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah Brrr, brrr, brrr, bow! When the night call, yeah Ill call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah Brrt, brrt Night call, diamonds shine with the lights off Night brawl, I’ma spray like Lysol Thot bitch that ain’t my type nah Bad bitch pipe down for a pipe yall I’ma need a Khan with no flaw Lookin at my diamonds no flaws Wanna go to war we can fight for Geico All I gotta do make one call When I walk in, they applaud Big back end and I never did frauds Staring at me hard cause she never seen stars Lookin at the door wanna know how they ajar Night call yeah we know that Migos makin sure they pullin out Kodaks The trophy is Skydweller Rolex My life is written in books like a codex When the night call, yeah Ill call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah Brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr, bow! When the night call, yeah Ill call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah Brrt, brrt This time I’ma show you somethin’ This time I’ma pour it up This time I’ma light it up This time I’ma light it up That’s only when night call, yeah When the night call, night call, yeah

Im a motherfuckin fool , cut the check Im a workin motherfucker, need a desk, shit I dont got a heart, I dont even need a chest Im a mess, they be sayin they up next, thats a stretch Hold your breath, let me bow to the crowd, shit, Im blessed Well I must be, bitches want to fuck me, bump uglies on front street The cards on the table, gin rummy Have a blast, have a ball, have a motherfuckin great time Beast, Im a dog, got a squad full of K-9s Im a motherfuckin fool, cut the check Ima get it til there aint shit left to get No stress, runnin suicides, dont even break a sweat Im a threat, code red when your line get pressed You gettin fucked by your contract, what the fine print says Told you once; I told you twice; I get the lamb; its over rice I whip the Lamb, its overpriced, the life is good—the hoes are dykes This type of shit dont happen overnight Im a motherfuckin fool This shit on one hundred degrees, hard as fuck, aint in a rush I let the money come to me, Im a businessman Im way too young to be this rich Dont know what to do with all this shit Im out of control, Lord, can you save my soul? How convenient, you aint worried bout shit right now How convenient , youre just tryna keep it lit right now How convenient , screamin money over bitches right now How convenient, bet youre feelin like the shit right now How convenient, undefeated Walked up in Neimans, spent the sac then Im leavin Smokin on reefer, OG reekin If the cops pull me over they gon want to take the Bimmer But Ima do the dash, beat it like Tina And I got my nina, boy, you better be subpoenaed Walked in the spot, ice on, lights on, blingin Someone start a fire cause its fuckin freezin Im high off life, give me the blunt, Ima roll it I got hot rocks, Ima let you hold it I was posted with the hammer, yall was tellin police Now I wrestle with the racks, bitch, Im Mick Foley Shit made me go, Woo, like Rick Florer I mean Ric Flair, bitch boy, Ive been player You a bench warmer, boy, Ive been playin Walked up the stairs, look at my shoes like, Them cleaner But I shouldve worn the other ones cause them better This shit on one hundred degrees, hard as fuck, aint in a rush I let the money come to me, Im a businessman Im way too young to be this rich Dont know what to do with all this shit Im out of control, Lord, can you save my soul? How convenient, you aint worried bout shit right now How convenient , youre just tryna keep it lit right now How convenient , screamin money over bitches right now How convenient, bet youre feelin like the shit right now Cut the check

Pull up in my X6 with my M1 Just hit my connect, he say he got bout 10 guns Just hit my connect, he say he got bout 10 guns Just hit my connect, he say he got bout 10 guns Pull up in my X6 with my M1 Just hit my connect, he say he got bout 10 guns Pull up in my 745 with 51 Pull up in my Q7, with FNs & drums Pull up to your party, bitch I got my 40 Pull up to your house, all them guns is out Pull up on your block, we love pulling up And we pulling up with Glocks, we are toolied up We watching out for cops, we watching out for opps We watching out for thots, cause they be pulling off Watching out for paparazzi, they be quick to put you up I pull up I got my Glock, and I am quick to pull it out Fuck popping out, we popping up We popping up, Im out the cut Shooters on the roof Im tired of the cut Im moving overseas Im tired of the judge Cause he got the coppers pulling up They knocking and Im what they looking for I just had my partners pulling up I just had my thot just pull a dub I just heard the opps is pulling up We ready to fire them pussies up We been in a lot of bullet wars And we done bought a lot of bullets for em Pull up in my X6 with my M1 Just hit my connect, he say he got bout 10 guns Pull up in my 745 with 51 Pull up in my Q7, with FNs & drums Pull up to your party, bitch I got my 40 Pull up to your house, all them guns is out Pull up on your block, we love pulling up And we pulling up with Glocks, we are toolied up Pull up in my SRT8 with my AK Pull up my Mercedes with my baby Kay Pull up in my A8 where my malany at? Pulling out these Ben Franks cause Im friends with him Pull up in my R8, shotgun shotgun today Toting my 357 25/8 Drunk in love with my gun, bae, bitch Beyonce We pull up, its no Bombay, red rum the other way She say she love me Im not dumb, bae, bitch, what my mom say? Keith, dont trust em and dont follow them go the other way On the first date that bitch swallowed, then she trying to meet my mom today Pull up on him, I heard he was downing me, he gone meet my gun today Pull up on my jeweler Johnny Dang, buying a bunch of things I swear my chain potty-trained, and my watches aint Bitch I got a 50 clip in my Lou Deng I think Im that nigga yeah, just like Liu Kang Pull up in my X6 with my M1 Just hit my connect, he say he got bout 10 guns Pull up in my 745 with 51 Pull up in my Q7, with FNs & drums Pull up to your party, bitch I got my 40 Pull up to your house, all them guns is out Pull up on your block, we love pulling up And we pulling up with Glocks, we are toolied up

You know how it go BassKids on the beat You know how it go You know how it go You know how it go, ayy Baby, you know how it go, ayy, ayy Im doin shows on the road, ayy Gettin dough girl you know how it go, ayy Fuckin hoes girl you know how it go, ayy Countin rolls girl you know how it go I got my pole girl you know how it go I cant trust a soul girl you know how it go, ayy I be countin stacks, smokin Thrax on the road After she give me neck, break the back on ya hoe I aint with that cappin, put a cap in yo skull I know its usually Tray Savage but I got this MAC to your skull, ayy Give my .30 to Tadoe Bullets fly like birdies so lay low Like Friends niggas actin, so its me and bankroll I am pistol packin and I know that, I dont need to say so Smoking loud pack for my problems But I got a MAC thatll solve them I tote .30s no revolvers Aim at ya medulla like, Now what? Kush got me brain damaged smokin all this sour And I got my cowboys for all these cowards He say he a clout boy? Then fuckin cloud them Fuckin with my racks, boy, buck shots gon find him He say he a clout boy? then fuckin cloud them Fuckin with my racks, boy, buck shots gon find him You know how it go, ayy Baby, you know how it go, ayy, ayy Im doin shows on the road, ayy Gettin dough girl you know how it go, ayy Fuckin hoes girl you know how it go, ayy Countin rolls girl you know how it go I got my pole girl you know how it go I cant trust a soul girl you know how it go, ayy I aint with the actin, but I got xtended clips Flexin like you bout it, but your chest can get ripped, ayy He think he Titanic, put a gat to your ship Pistol got me vibrating, fuck a nigga in here Only thing I know, I aint scared lions or big bears Only thing I know, better stop worryin bout mines and get theirs But thats how it go when you at the top looking at the Bottom of the world like, Damn I used to be there I aint with that opp shit or that cop shit But I am with Glo Gang we get the gwap quick All these niggas up in they feelings Smokin loud pack, I cant hear my feelings All a nigga want is some billions But Im smokin loud pack while I spend my millions No MC Hammer, bitch, Im Sosa Jigga No I dont know nothin, no, I didnt did it No MC Hammer, bitch, Im Sosa Jigga No I dont know nothin, no, I didnt did it

I pray to God I aint ever dying broke If I ever owe you, you aint ever going broke Everything you seen been the realist shit you saw What the business is keep minds on Allah Devil want my soul, Bitches turn me cold Bottle after bottle watching bitches on a pole Promise never fold, Money never fold Gettin money fast, watchin niggas dying slow I pray to God I aint ever dying broke If I ever owe you, you aint ever going broke Everything you seen been the realist shit you saw What the business is keep minds on Allah Devil want my soul, Bitches turn me cold Bottle after bottle watching bitches on a pole Promise never fold, Money never fold Gettin money fast, watchin niggas dying slow Whippin on that stove Hoppin out that ghost With a hundred chains on this industry is cold Fuck them niggas told Everything we sold Made it out the corner, Im fifty racks a show Whippin on that stove Got my money grown money Orders to my brother, ice got em all hung Hustle in my bones Better watch your tone Niggas catch your life just for talkin on that phone We get it on our own Now everythin we own Tell em stop smalls talkin, all my money grown Mansion on my arm Coke boy talk Made it out the bottom, out the bottom like I told em I pray to God I aint ever dying broke If I ever owe you, you aint ever going broke Everything you seen been the realist shit you saw What the business is keep minds on Allah Devil want my soul, Bitches turn me cold Bottle after bottle watching bitches on a pole Promise never fold, Money never fold Gettin money fast, watchin niggas dying slow I pray to God I aint ever dying broke If I ever owe you, you aint ever going broke Everything you seen been the realist shit you saw What the business is keep minds on Allah Devil want my soul, Bitches turn me cold Bottle after bottle watching bitches on a pole Promise never fold, Money never fold Gettin money fast, watchin niggas dying slow Promise never fold And my money never fold Made it to the top like I told em Let em keep talkin Imma show em That Imma bring to any nigga that want it- Ooh devil wants my soul Self made millionaire! no nigga I owe Made it out that hole, now watch a nigga ball 24 chains, 24k gold High School to the Pros, ballin like Lebron Hood got young niggas stressing, going bald Came up I was poor, now Rosé I pour And I aint scared of shit just a nigga dying broke I pray to God I aint ever dying broke If I ever owe you, you aint ever going broke Everything you seen been the realist shit you saw What the business is keep minds on Allah Devil want my soul, Bitches turn me cold Bottle after bottle watching bitches on a pole Promise never fold, Money never fold Gettin money fast, watchin niggas dying slow I pray to God I aint ever dying broke If I ever owe you, you aint ever going broke Everything you seen been the realist shit you saw What the business is keep minds on Allah Devil want my soul, Bitches turn me cold Bottle after bottle watching bitches on a pole Promise never fold, Money never fold Gettin money fast, watchin niggas dying slow

Ayy, put the beam on my Glock for my accuracy Bitch, you know that Im tough like a refugee Boy, you know you get dead if you step to me I was only fifteen with a felony Whole lotta opps so the party got wrecked Big ass Crip, but its blood on the set Call the Glock Nike, put a nigga in check How he gon breathe when I shot him in the neck? Yeah, the opps stay famous, I put em on TV Its a house on my neck and its filled with VVs I walked down on him and he didnt even see me Hollow tips in this Glock, this shit is not BBs Im the only rapper thats down for a body I dont need the drugs, I dont need no molly Bitch, Im EBK, Ill shoot everybody Always got the gun, its glued to my body Shoot him in the hip if he turn into a runner Gun in the purse like a nigga named Gunna Catch him on the E-way, Ima flip the whole Honda African shooters, I call em Wakanda If he wanna do it, tell him Im ready Knock out his brains, it look like spaghetti Shoot at the opps like Corey Maggette Bitch, Im Don Dada, my hair be dreaded Hold up, on a Perc in this motherfucker Niggas get dirt in the motherfucker Get put on a shirt in this motherfucker If a nigga want smoke, if these niggas want smoke Ima get his ass hurt in this motherfucker Big Drac when I slide in the motherfucker Nigga play, he dyin in this motherfucker If a nigga really want that shit, he can get that shit Got the Glock on the hip, Ima shoot that bitch AR-15 with the 5.56 If a nigga want smoke, he gon get dismissed I dont even got a car, hundred K Audemar You can see it on my wrist when the bitch glis Aim got better, Im not gon miss Why the fuck you got a gun and you know you a bitch? Ayy Bitch, its too deep, dont get in this water If we cant find him, we shoot at his daughter I see that hate, but you know I go harder Bitch, you my son, you know Im a father Lil demon, you can call me a gremlin I want the smoke like a motherfuckin chimney You get shot in your mouth if you grinnin Shotta Fam, extortion, we winnin Your homie a bitch, you can keep him My shooterll die like Latifah Take a look in my eyes, Im the reaper Bitch, I really dont fuck with them people And it can be on Judgement Day with God, I bust at them people Bitch, you know Im gon shoot when I see you If I was you, I wouldnt want to be you , yeah, yeah Leave him unrecognized when I do a homi Get in a jam and you turn into a gummy Slammin on the opps like a nigga Tim Duncan Ima come with a gun, I call it conjunction Bitch shakin ass, what the fuck is you doin? I aint chasin hoes, but you know Im pursuin Im fuckin two hoes, I do it congruent If you diss on my name, your life get ruined Shoot him in the back, take him out like Ricky Dont come too close cause Im clutching my blicky Got a Glock 26 and it came with a titty No Biggie, with the chopper, get to boppin like Diddy Bitch, you not robbin shit and I put that on Buddha I used to be fine then I turned to the shooter Extended the mag, it look a ruler I didnt wanna kill him, but I had to do him We on the opps ass, man, they want us to let up White tee turned red, they thought I hit him with some ketchup The body count keep risin, I done turned into the devil They know how we be slidin, bitch, I had to cop a rental Choppa, what it is, shorty? How you bleedin? You know I be smoking that Tooky-Took She told me I taste like some Juicy Fruit She ate me like gum in that coupey-coupe Shoot up his ride, call JiffyLube The Glock said, Ask that boy is he cool? Bustin down his block like an inner tube Urus, I might just paint that bitch blue He said that I know him, who is you? He said he a dog, he a Scooby-Doo Ima sip lean til Im forty-four I was sixteen ridin with a 44 Ima up a handgun at the door I aint been to the Raq in a lil minute But still ride with my shorties, though Black car, white seats, its an Oreo Blow him down with twin Glocks, call me Wario, ayy Fuck everybody I have the chance, Ill buck everybody Sayin fuck me, no, fuck everybody Got the pole out, better duck, everybody Tell him cool down fore he buck his body Glock on my lap, call him Buffy the Body Throw him in the ocean, tell him locate his body His moms pulling up to come okay his body, ah Shotta Flow 4, huh? Ayy

Yeah, yeah, Wop Guwop, burr, burr, burr Huh? Hoo The tints on my shit, they look darker Pourin up drank, nigga, my shit darker The kush came in, this time look darker Im whippin up a brick and the work look darker Kush came in, this time look darker Pourin up drank, nigga, my shit darker The work came in, this time look darker And the tints on my shit, they look darker Dark tint on my soowoo red Charger The niggas round me drink lean, not water I could never hold a job down like my father But I could hold a block and push the rock, Shawn Carter Bitches on my dick cause my skin real darker Got a yellow bitch and the devil wears Prada Got the narcs on me, say my cartel got bothered Big fish in little pond, get swallowed Dark weed, super dark weed, Cali OG Dark lean, super dark lean, straight codeine Dark meat, pretty brown bitch that adore me Dark tint on my dark Bent on a dark street The tints on my shit, they look darker Pourin up drank, nigga, my shit darker The kush came in, this time look darker Im whippin up a brick and the work look darker Kush came in, this time look darker Pourin up drank, nigga, my shit darker The work came in, this time look darker And the tints on my shit, they look darker Its a dark night, had a gun fight with a dark clique Set up by a dark skin bitch, she was dumb thick Gucci Mane keep pulling up in darkly painted cars Dropped the top on your bitch, now she looking at the stars Diamonds dancing on my wrist, you dancing with the star Gucci Mane so geeked up, he dont care you light or dark, ho I just paid three hundred cause didnt have nowhere to park, ho If Gucci Mane just bought it, why the fuck he paint it darker? That shit was already hard, now he made it harder Cali kush, just touched down, nigga, and this pack a lil darker Dog food bricks and cocaina them, now they look darker Dark skin brick, Im touching it and with it, then whipping away from the water The tints on my shit, they look darker Pourin up drank, nigga, my shit darker The kush came in, this time look darker Im whippin up a brick and the work look darker Kush came in, this time look darker Pourin up drank, nigga, my shit darker The work came in, this time look darker And the tints on my shit, they look darker I just bought six pints, they dark as fuck Bitch, Im with the dart gang, dont think, so we dart you up Bitch, Im with the art gang, dont think, so we paint you up Them niggas aint with us, them niggas lame as fuck Bitch, we the Black Disciples, so our blood a lil darker Im rolling in that Beamer, big Guwop in his charger And we racing down your block like we aint riding Forgiatos Disrespect So Icey Brick Squad we gon drop you Beat the lil nigga ass like his father On that Glo Boys shit, you aint with it, we pop you These lil bitches on my dick cause my money got larger Im smoking on this Keisha, getting head from Ms. Parker The tints on my shit, they look darker Pourin up drank, nigga, my shit darker The kush came in, this time look darker Im whippin up a brick and the work look darker Kush came in, this time look darker Pourin up drank, nigga, my shit darker The work came in, this time look darker And the tints on my shit, they look darker Go, go, go Its Guwop, nigga Turn up Dark Everything dark this summer, nigga Yeah, you see me in the dark, too, fuck nigga Yeah Its Gucci, Guwop

Sosa baby Reportin live from the GLO pad Gang in this bitch You know how we rockin, cut off stockings Kush in my pocket nigga, all designer Get yo grind up Got breitling for the timer Smack the shit outta him Smack the shit outta him Bang, skrrt Young man, young man All my youngins in this bitch Young man, young man All my youngins in this bitch Young man, young man All my youngins in this bitch Young man, young man All my youngins in this bitch Young man, young man, I dont want to hear that no mo Bitch, I done grew up, blew up, more like OG for sure They call me a savage I be doin damage Smokin with your bitch Posin for the camera Ayy, I look like a model Jamo out the bottle .40 in the glove box, that shit fill you up with hollows Where the smokes at? Ayy Roll it, roll it, roll it, ayy Cash in a bag, ayy I hold it, hold it, hold it, ayy Niggas hatin on me, ayy I know it, know it, know it Got a pint of the narcotics You know Ima pour it, pour it, pour it Young man, young man All my youngins in this bitch Young man, young man All my youngins in this bitch Young man, young man All my youngins in this bitch Young man, young man All my youngins in this bitch Bitch, I pop, top, on your block, on the west side feelin like Pac Bandana swing out my pocket Middle finger up, muthafuck cops! Catch me in the land with the hat back Matte black Range Rove, pistol where the lap at O-Z in the backpack 26 years old, more hoes than the Rat Pack Young man, young man, I dont want to hear that no mo Bitch I done grew up blew up, more like OG for sure This is for the mothafuckas who aint livin by the rules Ayy, This is for my youngins out here, finna act a mothafuckin fool Ayy, Im forever young blue and red pills feelin like the Matrix Ayy, You know where Im from, dont nobody ask for nothin we just take it Young man, young man Young man, young man Young man, young man Young man, young man turn up! Young man, young man All my youngins in this bitch Young man, young man All my youngins in this bitch Young man, young man All my youngins in this bitch Young man, young man All my youngins in this bitch

Lets get it Sosa baby, you know how Im rockin baby Free my niggas man OBlock Chop what up man? Who is these niggas, I dont know them? Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang Who is these niggas, I dont know them? This nigga looking at me like he want some Pistol to his face if he owe some My niggas keep them tools and make em blow some OTF, they riding for Sosa Riding with my hitters bitch, we on some Ride on an opp and then smoke em Yeah we keep them horns we will blow them Who is these niggas, I dont know them? GBE, bitch we hot, bitch we smokin Im chokin and what Im smoking potent Im leaning, rollin and Im totin You know where its O end or no end 3Hunna bitch, dont make me bring them killers out Real shit, free all of my hitters out Dont make me bring them killers out Yous a dead man, now they need forensics out Tec chop like lawn mowers Feds listening, shit, short convos Hit a nigga with a combo What Ima fight for? My choppas drum roll This nigga looking at me like he want some Pistol to his face if he owe some My niggas keep them tools and make em blow some OTF, they riding for Sosa Riding with my hitters bitch, we on some Ride on an opp and then smoke em Yeah we keep them horns we will blow them Who is these niggas, I dont know them? Throwing Ls up, with the Glocks up Dont start us, cant stop us Everywhere they spot us Choppa like helicopters Word around this nigga Stevie I dont give a fuck with contacts, you see me I love getting tree-tree Smoking kush, getting head by Kiki I need that, Im up now A problem, we up now My gun screaming what? now You on that tough shit? Our guns acting tough now This nigga looking at me like he want some Pistol to his face if he owe some My niggas keep them tools and make em blow some OTF, they riding for Sosa Riding with my hitters bitch, we on some Ride on an opp and then smoke em Yeah we keep them horns we will blow them Who is these niggas, I dont know them? This nigga looking at me like he want some Pistol to his face if he owe some My niggas keep them tools and make em blow some OTF, they riding for Sosa Riding with my hitters bitch, we on some Ride on an opp and then smoke em Yeah we keep them horns we will blow them Who is these niggas, I dont know them? Who is these niggas, I dont know them? Who is these niggas, I dont know them? Know them

Fuck he say? Fuck that nigga said? Ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy Gang, gang, gang Ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy Ridin with my chopper, ayy, ayy Ima beat him like his father, ayy, ayy Now its blood on my Giuseppes, ayy, ayy I dont like no fuckin Pradas, ayy, ayy Put a knife up on my TEC, ayy Lil FaceTime, lil Skype up for my tech, ayy, ayy And it all happened right up on my set, ayy SOS look like Im from iTech, ayy She give me top right before I jet, ayy, ayy I need a yacht right before my jet, ayy I smoke some dope right before I get, ayy, ayy Mad, blast his ass then forget, ayy, ayy Glo Gang, them my jits, ayy Octane right here, ayy Im not saying what I did, ayy Look at my watch Johnny God damn, ayy, ayy We are smokin out Catch him in an open field thats an open fall Bitch, I will never fail or turn my fail to fall I promise Im not seein yall or hearin yall, ayy I gave my carats frost, ayy Flexin like Dave the Barbarian, ayy This what Im wearin, yall, ayy My chain win chains by experience yall, ayy Smoking Swishers, ayy Countin money gettin blisters, ayy, ayy Handle your man, we will fix you, ayy, ayy All red right now, Im no Clifford, ayy Cause Im a dog when it comes to fuckin bitches, ayy Coolin with my fans and taking pictures, ayy And I got my pistol for them niggas, ayy Ima pistol fuck them niggas, ayy, ayy What you see? Pistols poppin, nigga, ayy Your cars on E, fill em up, lil nigga, ayy, ayy Your squad on D, get em up, lil nigga, ayy, ayy I got my feelings tucked, lil nigga, ayy, ayy Right where my pistol tucked, lil nigga

All or nothing Sosa! Ls, Ls D Rose what up man? Roll that dope up Sosa Baby Catch up, catch up 064 Boys , you betta know boy Have my young niggas , kick a door boy You better blow boy , cause we gon blow boy You better duck boy , get on the floor boy 600 Boys , I rock with those boys D.Rose boy , my lil bro boy He gon blow boy , get you gon boy Yall some lil boys , Im a grown boy Gimmie some racks , bout 5 stacks And if he holding that? Imma rob that Yeah, Im checking niggas , like a contract Yous a lil nigga , Im beyond that Where yo moms at?, my dick she can climb that Fuck A Tooka Gang , I let this ruger bang For my bro-gods , I let this ruger sing So dont try us , we is too insane OTF, for my niggas Im going crazy Chief Sosa, for that nigga they going crazy So hide your lady, my niggas reckless theyll fuck your lady And let you have it, fuck nigga we all savage 300 savage with Lamron, its closed caskets O-Block we blitzing niggas like John Madden 300 savage with Lamron, its closed caskets O-Block we blitzing niggas, John Madden Dart gang , its a dart game And we dont love hoes , or play heart games In my own lane , its a smart thing Cause of snitch niggas playing cops games I let it fire bang! I am not lame All my niggas grind , thats a smart thing Cause we gangbang , we is insane We make bullets rain , fuck Tooka Gang Sosa flex, he dont wanna get hit that TEC My niggas next, if we aint eating that shit is dead That niggas dead, fuck around with my hittas man Frontstreet man, Republican he a hitta man Lollipop, that bitch licking my lollipop Cum from the top, that bitch slurping my lollipop Better stop, fuck nigga we dont fuck with opps Or fuck with cops, snitch nigga get in a box OTF, for my niggas Im going crazy Chief Sosa, for that nigga they going crazy So hide your lady, my niggas reckless theyll fuck your lady And let you have it, fuck nigga we all savage 300 savage with Lamron, its closed caskets O-Block we blitzing niggas like John Madden 300 savage with Lamron, its closed caskets O-Block we blitzing niggas, John Madden All or nothing Catch up

Fff, he aint fly like Peter, whoa Made me fly like Peter though She like, I left my weed at home To see me you need bifocals Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, leave me lone To see me you need bifocals To see me you need bifocals Green fly like Peter do She like, I left my weed at home, can you get me stoned? Baby, that is not an excuse So what you wanna do? You aint gotta roll one, baby, you can roll a few But I aint gon smoke with you Steady askin me what Im on with you Baby, whats wrong with you? Baby said she on me, glue My 30 stay on me too And I shoot a movie too Remember posted on the block Fuckin on one of my opps Let the bitch try to set me up She gon be stuck between a rock and this motherfuckin Glock My bitch bad, she terrible Beat a bitch like Keta do Foreign all my vehicles And I gotta thank Jesus too Girl, I love it when its easy too Remember when they aint even believe me too? Remember when they aint even need me too? Well now they need me too To see me you need bifocals Green fly like Peter do She like, I left my weed at home, can you get me stoned? Baby, that is not an excuse So what you wanna do? You aint gotta roll one, baby, you can roll a few But I aint gon smoke with you Steady askin me what Im on with you Baby, whats wrong with you?

Ayy Bang, bang Bang, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang Duh luh duh, skudda skuh Skrrt, skrrt, skudda skuh Duh luh duh, bang, bang, bang Bitch, I get my guap and I get my way If you looking for me, Im in MIA Bitch, I got some zoes up in M.I.A And we toting poles up in M.I.A Bitch, I got some Bloods that hang in L.A I got some Bloods that hang in the A I got some shooters in Memphis, my trullas They toting rulers, extendos on Uzis And them my shooters Ayy, them my motherfucking shooters, ayy Bitch, I have my shooters do a hit off a scooter, ayy Breaking bullets like motherfucking rulers Choppa badass like motherfucking Boosie I got a AK, same height Kay Kay, ayy I let it spray spray like duh luh duh, bang bang, ayy Get out my way way, skudda skuh, hang me, ayy Pull up on you, let my shooters go cray cray, ayy Im bout my dough, off my dope and I keep my pole Better know when I see a opp I heat down throat Got some shooters in VA, got some shooters in thy Glo But I know for me they gon be shooting up a storm, ayy Keep my tool with me like just like my wand, ayy Its gon do for me just like my women, ayy All this ice on me, bitch, look at my arm, ayy Nigga dont like me but his bitch nut to my porn, ayy Bitch, I get my guap and I get my way If you looking for me, Im in MIA Bitch, I got some zoes up in M.I.A And we toting poles up in M.I.A Bitch, I got some Bloods that hang in L.A I got some Bloods that hang in the A I got some shooters in Memphis, my trullas They toting rulers, extendos on Uzis And them my shooters

Free Wop, aye Justo Free my nigga Slick I gotta pull my pants up my ass Free, free my nigga you know I need that You know, you got to spend money to make money Glo Gang yall know how we rocking man Im off 3 xans I dont even do xans I pop X man, I pop flats man Aye, shut the fuck up Boy gon duck when my orange on him Shoot you now its orange on ya Now its dead on ya Dead mans in my pockets, and I spend all em On 4,000 Gucci jackets She gave me top then Gucci tapped it Tag team, then I hop in my car drag racing, racing You pacing, Im racing to the cake and Im icey You basic Every fucking thing I wear costs a thousand, or better, ayy Fo a Gucci sweater 3,000... 3,000 Burberry Riding fast the cops was chasing me They can get wet with them pistols playin Hail Mary, ayy Cause Im tired of getting locked up Thats the reason that officer got shot up Running with this paper like a running back Boy, you cant get none of that Foghorn, Ima let this dog out at you Bull Dog, coming through fuck the law Bang bang Bitch I go by Jusglo Shoot yo ass in yo throat Niggas know Im Glo Im tryna get them rolls Ayy, ayy Justo tryna get them rolls, ayy See a opp, he gon score After doing hits, make the kill, call D-Moe I think I need a pill and I need some smoke Bring some pound, bring some Remy, bring the hoes Its all about the Glo, Free D-Rose Who is you? I dont know Move around, cock it back, Ima blow, GRATATA! Kill your father and your mother and your fucking son Bitch I glowin just like a sun Im Glo Gang nigga fuck your Mob My life Gucci, ayy, and its a movie, ayy I got clips just like a fuckin movie, ayy, ayy Quentin Tarantino, with these pistols I think Im Terintino Bitch I think Im Godfather, off this dope Tony Montana But Im Sosa and I Glo way harder Bitch and I aint have no father Now Im finna hop up in my Rover

These bitches want my money, I wont give it These bitches is fronting, they just want your money Yeah, I see you bitches on the come up I see these bitches on the come up See these bitches on the come up Always into something crazy Uh uh, dont care who you fucking lately Damn baby, when I walked in the room I know you noticed it Damn baby, I know you smell this loud when I start rolling it Blowing it, all I wanna get money and smoke marijuana All I wanna, smoke some weed and get some commas I just wanna I just wanna I just wanna I just wanna Baby, I just wanna get cheese and smoke green with my guys Im on a green diet, I dont want no french fries I just wanna get by, I just wanna get high I just wanna get a cake, I just wanna get pie I just wanna live my life, I just wanna rock my ice I just wanna fucking shine, I be glowing all the time Smoking ganja, counting commas Fucking thotties, I probably fucked yo momma Rolling with my gunners, my gunners, theyll gun ya If your dumbass try running, then them bullets run for ya Cause I be minding my business, I love money and THC Who the fuck just hopped out with that rock on, thats Keef Jay-Z Me baby, all I know is eat baby, all I know is eat baby All I know is top baby, all I know is freak baby Now what you wanna? What you tryna do baby? Say you coming through, who with you? Okay cool baby, its cool baby Its me and my jewels and the crew baby, and the goo baby You was talking nonsense I was through baby I hop in, in my car, vroom, vroom baby You crazy Damn baby, when I walked in the room I know you noticed it Damn baby, I know you smell this loud when I start rolling it Blowing it, all I wanna get money and smoke marijuana All I want to, smoke some weed and get some commas I just wanna I just wanna I just wanna I just wanna Baby, I just wanna get cheese and smoke green with my guys Im on a green diet, I dont want no french fries Its just me, myself and money Dont need nothing else I dont need nobody Dont even trust myself Swear I need some fucking help Doing drugs to numb myself Rolling blunts and popping pills That Molotov, that bomb for real Im nodding off, unconscious Wake up nauseous, god damn alcoholic Pulling ten grand out my wallet Know they bout to judge me I been sitting at the crib, Im sick of counting money Bored of being rich as fuck, tried every single drug Its not exciting anymore once that first million come I got my business up, now I just dont give a fuck I just wanna I just wanna I just wanna I just wanna I just wanna I just wanna I just wanna I just wanna I just wanna I just wanna (Get faded every day of my life Getting laid every night, like) I just wanna (Sip liquor, Im a sinner Take a picture, remember tonight) I just wanna I just wanna (I just wanna get faded, with some of the greatest I dont care who the fuck you are I still ride around with Every single motherfucking homie I been down with They keep me grounded, smoking on the loudest Neighbors telling us to turn it down Shut your mouth bitch Shut your, shut your mouth bitch I just bought two houses Just spent two years of your salary on this outfit Aint no way around it On the phone with my accountant It feels good to be this wealthy and well rounded We got you surrounded) Ganja, counting commas Fucking thotties, I probably fucked your momma Rolling with my gunners, my gunners, theyll gun ya If your dumbass try running, then them bullets run for ya Cause I....I just wanna I just wanna I just wanna I just wanna

Glo Gang Holiday, sup bro What we got? AK, shotgun We let off shots and we watch yall run Yall dumb, yall aint gettin no money Im flexin on these suckas all the time Spend my money, its all mines Runnin through a 100 thousand cause I get money all the time Say they gettin money, they all lying I think Im the youngest flexer of all time Im off this dope, Im all high Just bought a new gun, lets go do a drive-by Aint even gotta do it, my niggas gon do a drive-by You better duck, lil goons finna shoot ya graa graa I will never snitch and I will not lie But nigga try to take my jewelry bye bye No bitch, I dont want no pussy bye bye And If yo nigga think it’s cookies graa graa AK, shotgun We let off shots and we watch yall run Yall dumb, yall aint gettin no money Im flexin on these suckas all the time Spend my money, its all mines Runnin through a 100 thousand cause I get money all the time Say they gettin money, they all lying I think Im the youngest flexer of all time She gave me top, like she know how Tell me why you bitches do that all the time I got some Cubans thatll do it all the time Used to move dope, got some niggas that do it all the time I used to rob, I got some niggas that will do it all the time And on Chiraq, bitch I was shootin all the time Im from OBlock, where they be shootin all the time But we aint worried because we got all the guns Bitch, we got AK, shotgun We let off shots and we watch yall run Yall dumb, yall aint gettin no money Im flexin on these suckas all the time Spend my money, its all mines Runnin through a 100 thousand cause I get money all the time Say they gettin money, they all lying I think Im the youngest flexer of all time

Fredo out the cut, come and rob you cause we need it Bally got the semi, he gonna blast it when he see you Tray Savage got the Mac, he gonna shoot at yo damn teeth and Tadoe got my Tec, better run, he gon leave you Where you standin at, Cause thats what we do And I roll around in a car with something illegal And I aint got no license, so I am illegal No I aint no beetle but I got that beetlejuice I dont let it squeeze boo, unless I need to You aint gotta worry boo, I know how to handle these two I mean handle tool, up dis pole I damage you Leave you where you standin too You, him, and your crew Baby, Im a bandit boo, think I need a band-aid too And Im ridin in my coupe and I got my semi too And Im ridin hemi too with my pistol ready to shoot And Im finna shoot, bullets enter into you Fredo out the cut, come and rob you cause we need it Bally got the semi, he gonna blast it when he see you Tray Savage got the Mac, he gonna shoot at yo damn teeth and Tadoe got my Tec, better run, he gon leave you Where you standin at, Cause thats what we do And I roll around in a car with something illegal And I aint got no license, so I am illegal No I aint no beetle but I got that beetlejuice Gino got that Desert Eagle Justo tote a clip, its see-through Republican totin a burrito Beretta, shoot you in your damn throat Blood dead, made niggas bleed though I smoke Swishas, who said it was sweet though? Ill still come and rob you for your kilo You know you aint catch no body bout a week ago Fredo out the cut, come and rob you cause we need it Bally got the semi, he gonna blast it when he see you Tray Savage got the Mac, he gonna shoot at yo damn teeth and Tadoe got my Tec, better run, he gon leave you Where you standin at, Cause thats what we do And I roll around in a car with something illegal And I aint got no license, so I am illegal No I aint no beetle but I got that beetlejuice Fredo in the cut, hell yeah Im ready to shoot somethin Stomp a nigga out, wheat timbs with my double cups All I need some lean, hell yea, need two cups Need my dick sucked, fuck one bitch, I need two sluts Call my plug up, tell him what the fuck he taxin for? I dont even give a fuck, Blood folks kick it though You aint talkin money man? What the fuck you talkin for? Shoot this pistol on my lap, fuck you think Im toting it for? Fredo out the cut, come and rob you cause we need it Bally got the semi, he gonna blast it when he see you Tray Savage got the Mac, he gonna shoot at yo damn teeth and Tadoe got my Tec, better run, he gon leave you Where you standin at, Cause thats what we do And I roll around in a car with something illegal And I aint got no license, so I am illegal No I aint no beetle but I got that beetlejuice

Almighty So Woo Woo Turn up Im screamin Please dope me, Swisher blunts my protein Ash it, ash it, we all smoking loud Boy, you gettin salty, go get you some money Cash it, cash it, we all ballin out Boy, you cant hold me, ask the opps who know me Blast him, blast him, they all fallin down All I sip is codeine, six my twenty-four, please Im leanin, Im leanin, til I fall out My earlobes please, earlobes please, check out my earlobes, please They shinin, these diamonds, they cost more than your house Kobe, Kobe, Im ballin like Im Kobe I took my team with me, now all of us ballin out Throwin, throwin, this cash I am throwin Im in the strip club and its just me and Ballout Im rollin, Im rollin, Im in my Rari rollin Im too hot for these bitches, I make these bitches fall out Geekers, geekers, all these bitches geekers You know Ima freak her when I flame up this reefer Deeper, deeper, she swallow my shit deeper When she first seen me that bitch damn near caught a seizure Im screamin Please dope me, Swisher blunts my protein Ash it, ash it, we all smoking loud Boy, you gettin salty, go get you some money Cash it, cash it, we all ballin out Boy, you cant hold me, ask the opps who know me Blast him, blast him, they all fallin down All I sip is codeine, six my twenty-four, please Im leanin, Im leanin, til I fall out

Beat Gains Stuntman Sosa baby Runnin up that sack Smokin on this dope, also known as pack And we got them GATs, we wont cut no slack In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin facts Im all about a stack Big ass blunts of thrax, and that be the OG, just to be exact She like how I flex, so she want some sex I dont wanna talk She dont wanna text Please dont cross the gun line, gon cost you your sunshine And I got the D-line lookin like a lunch line And today is payday, so you know its crunch time Got my AR with me, thats my lil sunshine Pour that codeine up, its bout that get drunk time You gon catch your deer, Ima go and hunt mine Got the utensils bitch I got the supplies Yall my shorties so, when you see me say What up Dad! Aint no puff, puff-pass, boy I had a rough past In the second grade I had a BB in my lunch bag You know the streets is some ties, get stuck like a thumb tack Foe nem took yo choppa from you, come and getcho drum back Runnin up that sack Smokin on this dope, also known as pack And we got them GATs, we wont cut no slack In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin facts Im all about a stack Big ass blunts of thrax, and that be the OG, just to be exact She like how I flex, so she want some sex I dont wanna talk She dont wanna text Ima pour this pint up in some lemon lime You can get yo shit split, fuckin wit me n the guys Mobbin with some big shit, dont pay us no mind Hit you wit some big hits, wont take us no time Your bitch want this big dick, she not even fine Pockets be on be big bitch, Im not even lyin This shit is off the fuckin dome, Im not even tryin It aint hard to get up wit me, Im not even hidin Bwoy that old ass Benz, you not even slidin Hit yo bitch from the back, she gone let me have it Bitch Im all about the dollas like I play with Dallas Turn this shit malfunction, texting me could get tragedy Bang This shit is crazy Im a 90s baby, I know nothin bout the 80s Hit you from Atlanta, take a L, look like McGrady We was really warrin, I looked up and God just saved me Runnin up that sack Smokin on this dope, also known as pack And we got them GATs, we wont cut no slack In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin facts Im all about a stack Big ass blunts of thrax, and that be the OG just to be exact She like how I flex, so she want some sex I dont wanna talk She dont wanna text Bang!

Bang bang Gang gang Bang bang Gang gang Bang bang I aint missin you at all Since youve been gone away I aint missin you No matter what my friends say I was sittin at home, I was rollin a blunt I was thinkin bout you been dead gone Got a call from my boys like, Your cousin is dead I was like, He couldnt had his head on I be suited, I be booted, ready for anything Give me the chance then Ill head home I pull up, get that check, when I leave best believe On the freeway Im headin home I done partied, I done sipped Bacardi Rollin with Blood, we done crashed all the parties We done rode Ferraris, rode Lamborghinis Now only thing that I care about is breathing Why I go hard, Blood be the reason Wouldnt want me to quit even if I was bleedin Gotta take charge, every four seasons Every month, every day and every weekend I aint missin you at all Since youve been gone away I aint missin you No matter what my friends say I bet you remember posted on the block All we knew was shots We aint really know about the guap All we knew was Glocks I remember when you called my phone tweakin You got your first deal, you was geekin Remember when I got my first deal, I hit you on the phone Like for now I am Chief Sosa Yeezus You was like, Nah youre Almighty Almighty dont like nobody Shootin .40 cals, now we gettin 40 Bands for a show and we stay til the morning God chose us, and gave it up Dead or alive, niggas still hatin us Its the end of the quarter, Im a rock with sticky D Ima pass the pall to you and you can hang it up I aint missin you at all Since youve been gone away I aint missin you No matter what my friends say No matter what I might say No matter what you might say No matter what I say No matter what your friends say No matter what our friends say No matter what, what I say No matter what, what I say Just know this, I miss you Big Glo

Make a nigga get out of character If you fuck with our motherfuckin cash Guap Nigga you hear me Phew We serious about that paper Get guap Girl you is my baby, girl you is my baby I gotta smoke some weed cause girl you drive me crazy Man I wish a nigga try to take it 30 shots all to his brain yeah Cause Im in love with the gwop Im in love with the gwop Im in love with the gwop Im in love with the gwop Im in love witchu gwop Im in love with the gwop Im in love witchu gwop Im in love with the gwop Im in love witchu gwop Im in love witchu gwop Let a nigga try to take it better come with his Glock Better have 30 shots cause I got a 50 shot And this motherfuckin Glock let it motherfuckin pop Like bop bop bop at a opp or opp thot Let any opp try me bet any opp drop I dont care bout no thot but I dont play bout my gwop And I pray that she dont leave me cause I fuck her off a lot Member posted on the block runnin from them cops Rocks in my socks, Glock on my hip Now Im a young rich nigga named Sosa baby I love the gwop like I love KayKay Girl you is my baby, girl you is my baby I gotta smoke some weed cause girl you drive me crazy Man I wish a nigga try to take it 30 shots all to his brain yeah Cause Im in love with the gwop Im in love with the gwop Im in love with the gwop Im in love with the gwop Im in love witchu gwop Im in love with the gwop Im in love witchu gwop Im in love with the gwop

Phew Me in house girl and Im just being trap god Me in house, my mice would been a trap god All these niggas talk like they trap gods All this talkin like they they I will leave ya bang bang bang Some millions and you heard ambulance Niggas mad cause they dont know how to aim All these niggas talk like they trap gods, talking like they so hard, they aint never sold hard And I know that Im a rapper, I can have thirty niggas up in your yard And I sip too much damn lean and you would think I always had a cold And his bitch saw my pistol and touched it, Im like, What you touched that for? Unless you finna shoot some shit for So Dont touch my pistol Cause I dont wanna have to blow ya Cause I dont wanna have to go to jail Im high as fuck like oh well Shooting shit like hold them He said he know me, I dont know him Im flexing on these niggas, no gym I got indicted selling coke and selling dope I dont wanna do that shit no more But you can come and sell it for me though Dont tell nobody on me though I dont wanna have to move to Puerto Rico And change everything on my ID though Cause Ill never snitch on my migos Cause when I bought 6 from him, he gave me 4 more All these niggas talk like they trap gods, talking like they so hard, they aint never sold hard And I know that Im a rapper, I can have thirty niggas up in your yard And I sip too much damn lean and you would think I always had a cold And his bitch saw my pistol and touched it, Im like, What you touched that for? Unless you finna shoot some shit for So Dont touch my pistol Cause I dont wanna have to blow ya Cause I dont wanna have to go to jail Dont stalk me now, got a Glock on me now Wish a nigga would try to follow me, BOW The block hot, the cops hot Finna go to New Orleans to the Mardi Gras She a hot thot, she was already dropped Im tryna see if money love me or not But I think money love me a lot Try to take my shit, let the chopper flop Like grah grah, grah grah Chopper going for em like rah rah Like ah ah, ah ah, ah ah ah ah ah All these niggas talking like they trap god Till they ass get robbed All these niggas talk like they trap gods, talking like they so hard, they aint never sold hard And I know that Im a rapper, I can have thirty niggas up in your yard And I sip too much damn lean and you would think I always had a cold And his bitch saw my pistol and touched it, Im like, What you touched that for? Unless you finna shoot some shit for So Dont touch my pistol Cause I dont wanna have to blow ya Cause I dont wanna have to go to jail

This bitch wanna smoke all my weed I dont want no sex told her to get on her knees Baby, you wont regret the day that you fuck me But you gotta hold my pistol and my weed Man, I wish a nigga would try me He gonna need a morgue no IV Let five shots off, he got hit with bout 3 Now I got 22 left and about 3 Sosa how many chains you got, about 3 I dont stay in one house, I bought 3 Theres 3 niggas in your house in the orders of me And they all shooting, boy they ready for anything I bought 3 pounds of weed and 3 pints of lean I know you wanna get high baby Just suck my dick from the side baby Or dont hop in my ride baby This bitch wanna smoke all my weed I dont want no sex told her to get on her knees Baby, you wont regret the day that you fuck me But you gotta hold my pistol and my weed Man, I wish a nigga would try me He gonna need a morgue no IV Let five shots off, he got hit with bout 3 Now I got 22 left and about

You better not lose that load-ly You know what he said... Ear Drummers Hah, you betta not lose that load Dont lose that load Dont lose that load You betta not lose that load Nigga I got blow And I sell dope I know El Chapo I cannot lose no load You betta not lose no load You betta not lose no load You betta not lose no load You betta not lose no load They say 10 a key Tennessee, shit I wanna see Gucci Mane, you know I got the D/6 Ima hit the D/6 Thousand pints, I copped them in the D/6 Come and shop with me Gucci Mane or Gucci call me Guwop, nigga 1 and 3 Raised with the fiends and the crackhead queens Its funny how the Js keep Js on my feet I learned to make the money, the money cant make me Got no money and no powder, your ass up shit creek They call me barbershop Guwop cause all I do is cut the top Bought four diamonds you big dummy, should have shopped with the Wop Shoulda kept it hood with me but you done shopped with a cop All these blocks, hit the spot, look like Im signed to the Roc You betta not lose that load Dont lose that load Dont lose that load You betta not lose that load Nigga I got blow And I sell dope I know El Chapo I cannot lose no load You betta not lose no load You betta not lose no load You betta not lose no load You betta not lose no load Ayy I aint gonna lie, I lost the load Fucking with the cops, I was selling blows Look at me now, look how I rose Im Chief Keef, bitch, I gotta boast Smoking dope with my fellas And we gettin fuckin cheddar From the block we still tote Berettas Berettas rip through your damn leather Sending bullets like letters Up bitch like a ladder, A-y Fly like feathers Im a machete, bitch, I move my cheddar You betta not lose that load Dont lose that load Dont lose that load You betta not lose that load Nigga I got blow And I sell dope I know El Chapo I cannot lose no load Ear Drummers

This DJ Scream, its Chief Keef, nigga This that Almighty SO This right here a soundtrack for real niggas to ride to Ayo, fuck them fuckboys Ayo, fuck them snitch, nigga I just spent a lot of money, now Im tired Remember when I used to fantasize Got this nina with me and you know that she gon ride Blow a nigga down, do or die You scared, nigga, to go to church, bitch, kum ba yah Them pistols get to bustin, boo-yah-yah You aint with the Glo Gang, nigga, who are ya? Steady textin my phone, this just bitch just blew my high This bitch just blew my high And I was high off all of these drugs I walk in the mall and buy all of these stores Nigga came out with two bags, he thought he was I was off that dope And I was high off all of this lean Let a nigga try me, I got my Glock 40 It got thirty shots in it, gon make em scream, I mean Hey Sosa, why you so high? I gotta get high to balance my low Im movin too fast, I gotta pour a four Spend lots of cash, member we used to be broke Hey Sosa, what you got a gun for? Cause Ima shoot when I see my opponent Shootin late-ass nights and in early-ass mornings But hold up, I gotta roll me a Dutch I just spent a lot of money, now Im tired Remember when I used to fantasize Got this nina with me and you know that she gon ride Blow a nigga down, do or die You scared, nigga, to go to church, bitch, kum ba yah Them pistols get to bustin, boo-yah-yah You aint with the Glo Gang, nigga, who are ya? Steady textin my phone, this just bitch just blew my high Legendary Historical DJ Scream, Chief Keef Almighty SO for the streets, nigga

Im a dog and its true, baby Can we call this here a truce, baby? And you know I got the juice, baby And you see me in this coupe, baby You say you off at 2, baby What you gon let me do baby? Im smokin on this took, baby There is no one like you, baby My baby is the dope I bet you aint smoking on the strongest shit right now I bet you smoking blow cant tell me what you feel right now I bet you smoking reggie acting like its kill right now I just flamed up the loud so I cant even hear right now My shorties come through sparking out the cut right here right now We see you holding on the loud weed like its some fire You trying to smoke what I smoke, you take a hit and die I love this shit so much I might just take a hit then cry Ill be done with this blunt in 4, take your bitch in 5 Truck on 26s, make me skip to 9 My motherfuckin riches, make me skip the line I swear that the dope the only thing that get me high Im a dog and thats true, baby Can we call this here a truce, baby? And you know I got the juice, baby And you see me in this coupe, baby You say you off at 2, baby What you gon let me do baby? Im smokin on this took, baby There is no one like you, baby My baby is the dope I got pints on pints, blunts on blunts I got swag on swag, stunts on stunts Troopers pulled us over, we smelled like blunts I was full off dope, thats my lunch You need to see this big ass blunt that Im smokin on This all for me partner You should see this big ass blunt that Im chokin on Ima need a doctor I just flamed it up, aint no changing up You see how high I am, then why you bring it up? You know whats in my cup, my cup filled with mud To those who I influence, just say no to drugs Im a dog and thats true, baby Can we call this here a truce, baby? And you know I got the juice, baby And you see me in this coupe, baby You say you off at 2, baby What you gon let me do baby? Im smokin on this took, baby There is no one like you, baby My baby is the dope

I be kush smokin car ride She said she like how my car ride Im in foregin cars now 300 we some stars now Buying out the bar now Bitch Im living large now Got so high I see stars now Bitch Im in foreign cars now I be kush smokin car ride Take his bitch for a car ride A lot of tattoos on my arms now Bitches wanna fuck my arms now All I rock is Louie now Truies and some Gucci now Getting bitches wet jacuzzi now Say Sosa life a movie now I smoke bomba marijuana When I come around its a concert And them commas coming like karma I could fuck her and her momma She said she like how my car ride Okay she like how foreign cars ride Bitch Im a world star now Sosa Im so high I see stars now I be kush smokin car ride She said she like how my car ride Im in foregin cars now 300 we some stars now Buying out the bar now Bitch Im living large now Got so high I see stars now Bitch Im in foreign cars now The words go for 50 now The verse go for 60 now I gotta watch for the cops now It done got hectic with the ops now Big guns thatll knock em down I gotta sleep next to a choppa now Im riding round in Raris now Ho textin me saying me excited wow Watch got the big face Me and Sosa dropped a mixtape Number 1 we 3hunna Big choppa thatll leave a nigga runnin Pull up, a ticket now Im doin shows for 250 now Goddamn I made my city proud Chillin in the VIP smokin kushy loud I be kush smokin car ride She said she like how my car ride Im in foregin cars now 300 we some stars now Buying out the bar now Bitch Im living large now Got so high I see stars now Bitch Im in foreign cars now

This is Royalty Bang bang I got yo bitch layin naked cross the bed, no rosary Stackin up this bread like a baker, Josephine She wanna refill, so I get that ho a bean Niggas on the sideline yellin Who the fuck is he? Bitch Im @Gonage, you can call me Cody B Wardrobe overseas, passports all over me White leather seats lookin like coca leaf Every time I crank up the woofer sittin on a key Im Gucci buckled up, house note on my feet Linen button-up like Im walkin round on the beach Blind hoes notice me in my Range Rover Jeep So they wanna come and talk to me like Jodeci Smokin in the morning, and when I go to sleep Blowin presidential man, I think they about to vote for me Any event we party like a frat, no toga sheet If money aint the convo, they aint even posed to speak If you aint talkin cash, dont say shit In the VIP we champagne-spray shit Im in the club lookin like a bank statement If you talkin cash, I can make arrangement Walked in the club, aint pay shit Broke niggas hate, cause they aint shit Im gettin to the cash pockets on payment If you talkin money, I can make arrangement Cody Cody Bean Senior, pushin mean ether You dont know Childish? Nigga, me neither Eastside Atlanta, flyest nigga in a Waffle House If it aint money, man, we aint got shit to talk about Kennedy compound, my 20-room house So big my ex-girls aint gotta move out If you aint talkin cash, dont say shit My bank account looking like when little kids break shit—Oooh! If Im breathin I can handle it Watching all my dreams get together like an ampersand Blueprint the new shit, mixtape management Show these dummies how to do it, all I wants my ten percent Porsche brand new, passed em a cool hundred Yeah my girl 52, even her growth stunted Its the nigga yall knew back when I flipped meal cards Now my meals free when I dont taste the fifth star We can make arrangements, old money Cambridge Meetin with the moguls, make em richer and they owe you Its the kid you used to talk about, Im watchin people get up on it On Worldstar and I aint have to have a nigga moment Flows always cold, keep the whole soul anemic Never left that hard shit, a niggas always constipated Got the change for my cousin on froze, no more movin weight Flossin hard, ice king, no more Finn and Jake Love or hate you gotta say the hype is something handsome As long as all of em bloggin Im living Richard Branson Shit talk is still talk, haters are my billboard Used to take the Q home, now I hang with ScHoolboy So iconic, Black Kennedy this shit Man Im so ironic, man this ratchet need a fix Droppin new shit and the haters get the splashback Dont be surprised when he ask you where the cash at If you aint talkin cash, dont say shit In the VIP we champagne-spray shit Im in the club lookin like a bank statement If you talkin cash, I can make arrangement Walked in the club, aint pay shit Broke niggas hate, cause they aint shit Im gettin to the cash pockets on payment If you talkin money, I can make arrangement Cody

Lying, saying you get money lil nigga blah blah Im high as fuck, feel like an astronaut, Im in my drop top 110 in a 55, leave a cop car Young lion that come from OBlock, Im Chief Mufasa Lying, saying you get money, lil nigga blah blah I count all the dough, I smoke all the dope haha I bought all the clothes, you cant get no clothes haha I fucked all the hoes, you cant fuck no hoes haha I give her some dick, she cant get no more, haha Try to take my ice, my friends semi go grah grah Try us youll be blown, you wont make it home, nah nah That bitch seen my ice, she aint make it home, haha She aint shit, Im tryna fuck Miley Cyrus and Lady Gaga Since I got rich, my old bitch say she cant stand me Im still tryna get a billion dollars and fuck on Katy Perry Too much ice in my chain, too much ice all in my earrings Baby, I’ll put you in a Rari and take you out that Camry Im high as fuck, feel like an astronaut, Im in my drop top 110 in a 55, leave a cop car Young lion that come from OBlock, Im Chief Mufasa Lying, saying you get money, lil nigga blah blah I count all the dough, I smoke all the dope haha I bought all the clothes, you cant get no clothes haha I fucked all the hoes, you cant fuck no hoes haha I give her some dick, she cant get no more, haha I know you see all of these diamonds up on my necklace Yo bitch, she all up on me saying she like the way Im flexing shit You a broke boy and I know you not with the shits Haha haha, haha haha Im laughin to the bank, bitch Im headed to that meal ticket Almighty what you on? Lets flex and get some Bentleys Im smoking on this stinky pack, you know I got my sig with me Gang in this bitch and you know we not for any Im high as fuck, feel like an astronaut, Im in my drop top 110 in a 55, leave a cop car Young lion that come from OBlock, Im Chief Mufasa Lying, saying you get money, lil nigga blah blah I count all the dough, I smoke all the dope haha I bought all the clothes, you cant get no clothes haha I fucked all the hoes, you cant fuck no hoes haha I give her some dick, she cant get no more, haha Im high as fuck, feel like an astronaut, Im in my drop top 110 in a 55, leave a cop car Young lion that come from OBlock, Im Chief Mufasa Lying, saying you get money, lil nigga blah blah I count all the dough, I smoke all the dope haha I bought all the clothes, you cant get no clothes haha I fucked all the hoes, you cant fuck no hoes haha I give her some dick, she cant get no more, haha

I got a bitch, she is from Italia Smoking on this earth, this gas and shit, it be filling me up You think its your time, but it could be up Thats why I got a thirty on me, nigga try me, it could be up Tell Tadoe slow ass pour a four of the lean I love the guap like I love Kay Kay, its like my daughter to me Shit, my bank account looks like Norbit to me Say you gettin guap, nigga, show it to me, or try me Like Tony Montana, who I trust? Me But its still more Sosa and less Tony I know niggas plottin, I know they want me, but this hammer on me I got some niggas in the cut ready to blam you, homie And they dont give a fuck about your family, homie Bitch, Im glod all up, put the cameras on me Bitch, Im Almighty Sosa, no Capone, no Meech I glo niggas up, get them guns and they gon be blowing for me I was trying to disguise, howd you know it was me? You got a pistol, nigga, blow it at me, you know Im flexing I got a bitch, she is from Italia Smoking on this earth, this gas and shit, it be filling me up You think its your time, but it could be up Thats why I got a thirty on me, nigga try me, it could be up Tell Tadoe slow ass pour a four of the lean I love the guap like I love Kay Kay, its like my daughter to me Shit, my bank account looks like Norbit to me Say you gettin guap, nigga, show it to me, or try me I walk in the trap, Im checking the bag, Im shaking the D Im selling the half, Im selling them fast, they sell it for me You run in my trap looking for stash, Im shooting for free Aim at your chest or shoot at your head, you fall to your knees Niggas be like, For a verse from Tadoe, gon cost me a Jeep House look like the mall, took my bitch there and I bought her some D These niggas, they watching, these bitches, they watching, eyes all on me Pop out the cut and light his ass up, hope he dont fall on me Pick my lil guys up, take their ass shopping and its all on me Just came back from another show, all the god damn hundreds on me Got a club in the back, tell your friends, Come through, bitch, party on me I tell that bitch to ride it fast like a Ducati on me I got a bitch, she is from Italia Smoking on this earth, this gas and shit, it be filling me up You think its your time, but it could be up Thats why I got a thirty on me, nigga try me, it could be up Tell Tadoe slow ass pour a four of the lean I love the guap like I love Kay Kay, its like my daughter to me Shit, my bank account looks like Norbit to me Say you gettin guap, nigga, show it to me, or try me

Bang Sosa, Sosa That nigga Lex Luger! Sosa Im smokin kush , Im takin breaths If a opp in my lane , Im takin breaths He aint comin right , then we leave him left Being a billionaire , bitch, I see myself Im Chief Sosa , Chief Keef Sosa Give me some lime green , and some pink soda And a fuckin pill , Im in it for real Tracks I kill , I eat em like meals Say goodnight , to yo bitch She got good brain , she focused Im hocus , cause I pocus Im 300 bitch you on some ho shit Im blowin, Reese blowin Mac blowin , bitch we all blowin Its O-End , fuck yo end Lil Moe land , we totin We make shit very scary , something like the beat You talkin a lot of shit , dont you tire me What up Santana? Fredo Santana We got on bandanas , guns man handled Ayy, Big Woo , lets hit a stain bitch Im insane bitch , I need brain bitch Bang bang bitch , I gangbang bitch Fuck a main bitch , dont got no main bitch Ooo my guys just caught a nigga lackin We got 30 clips of them ratchets And we gonna let em have it And bitch we all savage , 300 savage Bullets flyin like maggots , and bitch Im bout my cabbage Loud and that lean , make a stupid horror scene 300 the team , what the fuck do you mean? All us pop beans , you lil niggas green beans Like pretty and pink , every day is Halloween You know how Im rockin Ls, GBE baby, Sosa baby Bang, bang bang, bang, bang bang Bang bang, bang, bang bang Bang bang, bang, bang bang Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang bang Gang gang Bang Bang Gang gang Bang bang Ima sit gang crazy motherfucka I come through reeking like some onions Put a hole in ya, now yo ass a Funyun You talkin shit but yo ass is funny You taking shots Steph Curry, Paul Bunyan But them skills aint gon help you in this riot Im smoking weed, rollin weed Im blinded Im in Cali ridin through Laurel Canyon Situation Gang, Get It Gang, Blitz Gang Chain Gang, Ear Gang, Wrist Gang You lookin girl I know you see the wrist game I aint gotta talk, aint gotta spit game I let my chain hang, try to take it bang bang I got my feet up I aint got to gang bang Grind like I was Wayne got that car, show wont change I was getting brain in my car switching lanes Gotta get that cash, bitch Im getting game Diamonds In my chain I think Im Pissy Gang You knocking on my door Im like Who is it? Dang He like I got some cash Im like I get it gang Pull up to the club, I’m shittin I aint gotta be friendly to yo bitch but Im gon hit that Aye, pull up get that dub then I get back In my car a nigga try to block me, he get shit bagged Ima sit gang crazy motherfucka I come through reeking like some onions Put a hole in ya, now yo ass a Funyun You talkin shit but yo ass is funny You taking shots Steph Curry, Paul Bunyan But them skills aint gon help you when its riot Im smoking weed, rollin weed Im blunted Im in Cali ridin through Laurel Canyan I pull up reek of dope, ounces on me you aint know Sosa Marvin Gaye, hop out like lets get it on Sosa Modern Day, Bonnie & Clyde down the road Niggas tryna race me but Im down the road dough Pull up Dominoes, get my pizza vamonos Sosa Dinero, with the mob I got rolls Sosa Luciano, I got cars I got clothes Pull up to the store watchu want? Some of those Pull a $50 out my pocket and I blow my nose I got flexin bones, its in my blood bitch I know Pull a $20 out my pocket give it to the shorties Im a real nigga I aint with that fuckin bullshit Ima sit gang crazy motherfucka I come through reeking like some onions Put a hole in ya, now yo ass a Funyun You talkin shit but yo ass is funny You taking shots Steph Curry, Paul Bunyan But them skills aint gon help you when its riot Im smoking weed, rollin weed Im blunted Im in Cali ridin through Laurel Canyan

I play all my hoes like its April fools Watch me play my role, April fools They aint bout it, they just joking, April fools They actin like they blowing, April fools Actin like they got it, April fools I dont like stacks I carry wallets, April fools Actin like they from the projects, April fools Now I aint the trending topic? April fools He say he cashed out, April fools He just bought some shell-toes and some fake ass Trues He say that life he bought, April fools His ass be in the house, I aint no fool Fucking with them Glo boys, you gon make the news He say he squeezing 30s, April fools He say he aint lacking, April fools Then how he get caught lacking?, I aint no fool I play all my hoes like its April fools Watch me play my role, April fools They aint bout it, they just joking, April fools They actin like they blowing, April fools Actin like they got it, April fools I dont like stacks I carry wallets, April fools Actin like they from the projects, April fools Now I aint the trending topic? April fools Boy you aint getting money, shoulda ate yo food Say you gon make a move, nigga April fools Boy you hang around a bunch of April fools Niggas say they gon do, what they aint gon do 10 grand a lot of money, nigga April fools I hit the Louie store spend that on Kay Kays shoes 100 grand a lot of money, nigga April fools I spend it on a foreign, just to make a move I play all my hoes like its April fools Watch me play my role, April fools They aint bout it, they just joking, April fools They actin like they blowing, April fools Actin like they got it, April fools I dont like stacks I carry wallets, April fools Actin like they from the projects, April fools Now I aint the trending topic? April fools

GGP Ayy, bang Gang nigga, gang nigga Bang nigga, bang nigga Bang nigga, gang nigga Sosa on the beat Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Bang, gang You know how Im rockin, cut off stockings Keep kush in my pocket All designer, get ya grind up Glocks tucked, man, I up I up, damage ya Wassup with all these fuck niggas? Im sorry for the wait, I couldnt help I was always smoking on the skunk With a bad bitch in my truck, she tryna fuck You see how my necklace it be shining to my charm I be smokin dope, baby, I got vet lungs Blood gang, Blood dripping over here You want problems, you can get it over here You dont listen, you better listen over here If you dont, I bring them pistols over there I come through and put the pistol to your ear I come through, I put the pistol to your rib I was getting money I was taking it as gifts Im still getting money, I still getting it how I live My wrist real, real chill, I chill I aint never cold, bitch, I feel how I feel I got 10 fans on, and I live how I live Im a plant that keep growin, and I peel how I peel Glocks tucked man I up I ah Damage ya Wassup with all these fuck niggas? Im sorry for the wait, I couldnt help I was always smoking on the skunk With a bad bitch in my truck, she tryna fuck You see how my necklace it be shining to my charm I be smokin dope, baby, I got vet lungs Sorry for the W-E-I-G-H-T Bitch, I know its W-A-I-T, ight B? Ayy, I come through Mr. T White Tee and bright things Aint got no cuban links, I got on a breitling We know drama TNT, Hercules, Disney We got cannons, Nicki, Nickelodeon, Jimmy I got that Cartoon Network, and that net work WG If you looking for me, Im with money in a meeting Me and you, we got money disagreements Cant come to no conclusions Cause your money aint worth me yet If I upload a status, I dont need no feedback I dont give a mothafuck who fuckin with it Glocks tucked man I up I ah Damage ya Wassup with all these fuck niggas? Im sorry for the wait, I couldnt help I was always smoking on the skunk With a bad bitch in my truck, she tryna fuck You see how my necklace it be shining to my charm I be smokin dope, baby, I got vet lungs

Ayy, on my life Gang in this bitch Gang take your bitch Gang, gang, gang, 616 Gang take your bitch, nigga Hold on! Ayy, ayy, ayy Gang in this bitch Gang in this bitch Gang, gang, gang, 616 Gang— Nigga Im a lil hot nigga in a steamer, nigga Ridin round with that Nina Sarafina, nigga Bro wanna put a thirty in it, Im like, I dont need it, nigga!, you tweaking nigga Where the fuck is Munchie? I aint seen him, nigga Tell him, nigga: All that shit you talkin, you aint mean it, nigga! B-U, roll that shit up! boy, that shit reeking, nigga When we roll up, your assll get smoked if you tweakin, nigga They gon have to find you like Nemo I just came from down there with Kemo, ayy Bitch, Im lil Pappy Ill get on your ass, let that nickel blast Try to rob him? They like, Hell nah, boy, he be with Spazz! Do a hit, snatch off extra fast, Lil Dutty do the dash, switchin lanes Way bro do his thing, you think Folks finna crash They like: Wait, lil bro, slow down while we ridin through Uptown! We might have to go and blow McDonalds down Potato barrel, that bitch made not a sound Hold on, two, three shots, he hit the floor Dont need a lot of rounds I smoke Teezy by the pound Lil thot bitch hit my line Bitch, Im not around! Big bro D-Wade with that K, he love that chopper sound Hit your block, fire off them shots even if the cops around Im a lil hot nigga in a steamer, nigga Ridin round with that Nina Sarafina, nigga Bro wanna put a thirty in it, Im like, I dont need it, nigga!, you tweaking nigga Where the fuck is Munchie? I aint seen him, nigga Tell him, nigga: All that shit you talkin, you aint mean it, nigga! B-U, roll that shit up! boy, that shit reeking, nigga When we roll up, your assll get smoked if you tweakin, nigga They gon have to find you like Nemo I just came from down there with Kemo, ayy I just hit a stain on a O-Z Bitch, we smoke that thing, this that O.G Been in the gang, but I aint sayin Im no O.G But Ill still beat your ass like your O.G Slight tint behind this bitch, Im ridin so low-key I press the button, this bitch ride without no key He like, This Pappy? Im like, Bitch, you dont know me? Better google my name, lil nigga, I bet your bitch know me! My wrist on freeze, my bitch so flee, that bitch on fleek Hear my Faneto, they like: Turn that Keef off, that shit so weak! Make a right down Hazel and I pick niggas off that shit so sweet TFG, PBG, Hoola Gang life Boy, yall ask team, Why is yall so deep? Wait, hold on! Ayy Im a lil hot nigga in a steamer, nigga Ridin round with that Nina Sarafina, nigga Bro wanna put a thirty in it, Im like, I dont need it, nigga!, you tweaking nigga Where the fuck is Munchie? I aint seen him, nigga Tell him, nigga: All that shit you talkin, you aint mean it, nigga! B-U, roll that shit up! boy, that shit reeking, nigga When we roll up, your assll get smoked if you tweakin, nigga They gon have to find you like Nemo I just came from down there with Kemo, ayy Hold on Hold on Hold on

I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch stop it Fourteen hundred for this belt, this ain’t no damn Versace Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Ayy, ayy, ayy Foe nem just got them racks, got them sacks, them stacks Them rolls, them hoes, them clothes Glo Gang, know how we rocking like cut off stocking keep kush in our pockets I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch stop it Fourteen hundred for this belt, this ain’t no damn Versace And I’m smoking on this dope, my hobby getting money I count money like a pro, you know that I done done it Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch I’m stunting Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness I need my money machine to count this lil shit for me I be flexin on niggas, just coolin I got my niggas, my money, my toolie I got my cars, my house and my jewelry Yes, flexin on niggas, I aint worried Smoking Tooka to the head Come through shoot ya then you’re dead I’m getting money fuck the feds And I’m Glo Gang, what is this? That’s my shit, you lil bitch Let’s get rich you lil bitch Get off my dick you lil bitch And go get you a brick Smoking TuTu that’s my oxygen So much damn TuTu where my car keys man? Counting rolls like a boxer man Ya know that I’m the man I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch stop it Fourteen hundred for this belt, this ain’t no damn Versace And I’m smoking on this dope, my hobby getting money I count money like a pro, you know that I done done it Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch I’m stunting Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness I need my money machine to count this lil shit for me Money machine go beep beep Hop in my car skr skr skr Dudu dudu dudu beep beep All these fuck boys wanna be me His bitch let me fuck cause I got racks So I hit it like bang bang, skeet skeet Tatted up like fuck yeah Money tatted on my mind, yeah 30 tatted on my gun, yeah It’s time to have fun, yeah His bitch say she wanna fuck me She really wanna fuck my money Thought that I ain’t know She thought that I was a dummy Told her save that shit Baby you on that lame ass shit I don’t play that shit I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch stop it Fourteen hundred for this belt, this ain’t no damn Versace And I’m smoking on this dope, my hobby getting money I count money like a pro, you know that I done done it Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch I’m stunting Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness I need my money machine to count this lil shit for me

I swear Ima keep it real, tell you how I feel Only squad I trust, for my squad I bust You be honest, be foreal, thats how you feel Im touring on my tour bus smoking la la la I dont care how you feel, thats how I feel Im higher than the stars and you like blah blah blah I swear I just wanna chill, and smoke some kill And watch my numbers just rise rise rise For the squad I bust, for the squad she bust I used to be broke, well not anymore I got racks all in my drawer, I got racks all on the floor I think that Im shit so I blow hunnas out my nose I throw 50s on a bitch, 650 on my kicks Couple thousands on a shirt For my pants 5 hundred bills, my belt 15 hundred bills This shit down 3 hundred here You know we throw hundred here Strip club they love us there Words of Ben Franklin in God I trust And when it goes down in my squad I trust I swear youll never find a squad like us A squad to shine bright in the dark like us Because we the Glory Boyz, we just hope you know that We full of ignorance and we a bunch of shooters We the Glory Boyz, we just hope you know that We full of ignorance and we a bunch of shooters I swear Ima keep it real, tell you how I feel Only squad I trust, for the squad I bust You be honest, be for real, thats how you feel Im touring on my tour bus smoking la la la I dont care how you feel, thats how I feel Im higher than the stars and you like blah blah blah I swear I just wanna chill, and smoke some kill And watch my numbers just rise rise rise

Bust it like a pistol, bust it like a- ChopsquadDJ on the beat so its a banger If you thinkin, we can Shawty wanna fuck on the weekend Lil mama be tweakin, yeah I been thinking, I been thinking I been thinking, we can, we can, we can I been thinking, we can do it all tonight Just need to know youre ride or die-ie-ie Im just hoping that you bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol, uh, bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol, hope you bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol, uh, bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol, hope you bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol, uh, bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol, uh, bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol, uh, bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol, uh Hold up, lil baby bouncin on my dick Thirty round clip , bust him in his shit Foenem talking down, Ima bust him in his lip Baby keep the Drac and know the .45 got a dick Ammo in the clip, frag rounds in the clip 30 round in the clip , 100 rounds in the clip I hit her with the fire now shes dancing on the dick, uh Told her buss it wide now Im dancing on her lips Yeah, now Im dancing on her lips, baby hit the splits 30 round clips, 100 round clips Frag rounds in the clip, bussin out your shit, ayy If you thinkin, we can Shawty wanna fuck on the weekend Lil mama be tweakin, yeah I been thinking, I been thinking I been thinking, we can, we can, we can I been thinking, we can do it all tonight Just need to know youre ride or die-ie-ie Im just hoping that you bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol, uh, bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol, hope you bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol, uh, bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol, hope you bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol , uh, bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol , uh, bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol , uh, bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol , uh I hope you gon bust it like a drum Especially if you tryna meet my mom I got a brick on my arm And baby, its legally blind We still be busting them MACs We dont do no fussin, relax Im going up with the sack I only speak facts and count racks My hunnids better be blue What you speak better be true Keep your receipt, thatll be proof We aiming heat outside of the roof Sippin on mud, but I made it out of that My boys, Im sprayin bout that And I really, dont care about shit I was thinking you should make your way around here If you thinkin, we can Shawty wanna fuck on the weekend Lil mama be tweakin, yeah I been thinking, I been thinking I been thinking, we can, we can, we can I been thinking, we can do it all tonight Just need to know youre ride or die-ie-ie Im just hoping that you bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol, uh, bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol, hope you bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol, uh, bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol, hope you bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol, uh, bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol, uh, bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol, uh, bust it like a pistol, uh Bust it like a pistol, uh DJ on the beat so its a banger

Sosa, baby GBE, baby Bang Bang-bang, bang Bang Beep, beep Beep Beep Beep Huh Poppin a pill still Shawty on the block with me wearin Chanel Too much dope in here, I cant smell, smell Too many guns in here, I cant tattletale Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Heat in my hand, no oven mitt Take your block and tumble it Bitch, give me that cookie, Im crumblin Uh-uh, you was lovin that ho The way that go I never ever know Rollin up Ps cause Im cappin that O Get sparked from the heat, that was definite though You can try to run but you catchin them though Wanna fuck in these mouth like Im M&Ms though Its a hit-and-run, hit the ambulance, ho Ice in my cup, December 24 Smoke get me higher than the airfield though Mama told me, Never ever fear dough .45 bigger than a elephant though Go to court smellin like I sell elbows Ha-ha, you was poppin that shit Let the window down, start poppin them sticks Ha-ha, you was not with that shit You dont even know what come with that shit You better run, run, run up the blue bummers The bitch with me all in my arms, yeah After that I sent her home and I dont care We want all the smoke, we got mob fare Poppin a pill still Shawty on the block with me wearin Chanel Too much dope in here, I cant smell, smell Too many guns in here, I cant tattletale Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh

Young Chop on the beat Cooling with some hoes from the valley Smoking on a whole bunch of Cali Cali, Cali, Cali Its a Rally Cooling Rally Smoking on a whole bunch of Cali Hopped in my car its a Rally Pull up shooting up the alley Chopsquad Cooling with some hoes from the valley Smoking on a whole bunch of Cali Hop in my car, its a Rally Pull up shooting up the alley Cooling with some hoes from the valley Boy we smoke a whole bunch of Cali Hop up in my car its a Rally Pull up shooting up the alley I just bought a house in the valley Testing my guns out in the alley Smoking Tooka pack, you cant loud me Boy, I aint no clown, you cant clown me Im always up, you cant down me But Im always down to bust a round B Cooling with the Blood Gang clowning Pull up on your block niggas drowning Get wet up Have your vest on Have your gun on Have your sets up Have your squad with ya Have your gang with ya Im an artiste, bitch, I paint picture Cooling with some hoes from the valley Smoking on a whole bunch of Cali Hop in my car, its a Rally Pull up shooting up the alley Cooling with some hoes from the valley Boy we smoke a whole bunch of Cali Hop up in my car its a Rally Pull up shooting up the alley Boy, you smoking on that Maui Wowie Heard you want beef, I got them cows B Cooling with my pistol, bitch, Im lounging I aint snoozing, fuck with me then youll be downing Tied with opps, you wanna ride then you die Bitch, you just wanna smoke till you fry You cant hit my blunts, youll ride til you die Hold my gun and hold my weed, hold my gas I need a hoe my size I aint talking height, Im talking big as I Keep that mouth open wide But wont say shit when its time Cooling with some hoes from the valley Smoking on a whole bunch of Cali Hop in my car, its a Rally Pull up shooting up the alley Cooling with some hoes from the valley Boy, we smoke a whole bunch of Cali Hop up in my car its a Rally Pull up shooting up the alley Cooling with some hoes from the valley Smoking on a whole bunch of Cali Hop in my car, its a Rally Pull up shooting up the alley Cooling with some hoes from the valley Boy, we smoke a whole bunch of Cali Hop up in my car its a Rally Pull up shooting up the alley Va-va-va-valley To-Tooka pack Skurdaskur Where your shooters at? Cooling with some hoes from the va-va-va-valley Boy, we smoke a whole bunch of Cali Hop in my car, its a Rally Pull up shooting up the alley

Sosa baby GBE baby My young boys clap heat My young boys dont care Yeah, them OBlock boys savage Boy, dont go over there They shootin shit on site Guns bangin like a snare And if you think that you is tough And you get popped oh well Cause my young niggas savage My young niggas savage They stay with the ratchets Cause my young niggas savage My young niggas savage My young niggas savage Hope you got your ratchet Cause my young niggas savage Im posted on OBlock Smoking dope with BossTop And he totin the Tech 9 A hundred shots please dont get popped And Edogg he got the Glock Boy dont get your cock chopped Dont stunt on OBlock Or spend your life on a watch T-Roy he got the semi Hell send yo ass to heaven All you scary mothafuckaz Go to church see a reverend This aint no diss song This a message My young boyz savage No lackin or they stretchin Now, this shit done got hectic My young boys clap heat My young boys dont care Yeah, them OBlock boys savage Boy, dont go over there They shootin shit on site Guns bangin like a snare And if you think that you is tough And you get popped oh well Cause my young niggas savage My young niggas savage They stay with the ratchets Cause my young niggas savage My young niggas savage My young niggas savage Hope you got your ratchet Cause my young niggas savage We put that Jimmy Iovine money in the trap Shoutout to Young Scooter man he taught me that We put poles in all our videos they copied that Got Brutus on they car no Forgiatos damn You Brick ass niggas dont know what to do Yall broke and yall tired and yall so confused You dont know me, Im Big Gucci Sosa to you Disrespect my set then its over for you My young boys walkin up and its over with you You aint talking money, my convo over with you My young boys walking up and its over with you You aint talking money, my convo over with you My young boys clap heat My young boys dont care Yeah, them OBlock boys savage Boy, dont go over there They shootin shit on site Guns bangin like a snare And if you think that you is tough And you get popped oh well Cause my young niggas savage My young niggas savage They stay with the ratchets Cause my young niggas savage My young niggas savage My young niggas savage Hope you got your ratchet Cause my young niggas savage

Sosa baby GBE baby Bang Bang OBlock Lets get it I sell, I ship, I bag, I seal I swag, that Gucci, that Louie, for real Big knots in my Balmains, it is The thing under this Louie, it kills I sell I bag, I seal, I swag The Louie, for real, big knots Balmains, it is the thing This Louie, it kills, bang So high up off this dope, I need a parachute Im in this Bentley coupe, its filled with residue I got my dawgs with me and now I let them loose Tell the cops lies, cause I cant tell the truth Im rocking Louie sandals, my son got on Louie pampers So many Gucci sandals, my house smell like Gucci candles Smoking thoinky oinky, you know I got that thoinky on me Smoking thoinky oinky, you know I got that thoinky on me I sell, I ship, I bag, I seal I swag, that Gucci, that Louie, for real Big knots in my Balmains, it is The thing under this Louie, it kills I sell I bag, I seal, I swag The Louie for real, big knots Balmains, it is the thing This Louie, it kills, bang I got a half a pound, its rolled up in a joint You cant hate me now, Im in foreign cars She used to hate me now, now she wanna fuck Its only one way from down, bitch Im going up I got the dope and its in my Louie backpack In a sportscar, racing to the racks Keep on hating on me, you not doing that bad Im in this M truck, the plates say fast I sell, I ship, I bag, I seal I swag, that Gucci, that Louie, for real Big knots in my Balmains, it is The thing under this Louie, it kills I sell I bag, I seal, I swag The Louie, for real, big knots Balmains, it is the thing This Louie, it kills, bang

Sosa baby You know how Im rockin OBlock GBE baby Catch up, catch up All or nothing Its a lotta fuck niggas man I mean a lotta new niggas tryna do this shit Niggas aint even useful man Bang, bang, bang bang bang, bang bang We dont fuck with new niggas, fuck with new niggas What you in this shit for show? Who the fuck is you nigga? On that gangbangin shit, this is what I do nigga So give me room nigga, I act a fool nigga We be packin tools nigga, dont get screwed nigga Red beams on the gun and they aimed at you nigga We be packin tools nigga, dont get screwed nigga Red beams on the gun and they aimed at you nigga Middle fingers to that Reggie, cause all I smoke is loud Them guns super loud, will shoot a nigga down We dont fuck with new niggas, so dont get screwed nigga Yous a motherfucking stain, and we robbin you nigga You bullet proof, nigga? Then lace your shoes, nigga We be blowin like a fan, we will let that cool get you But them bullets hit you hot, show no love for a thot Or no love for a nigga if that nigga with the opps So get your top dropped, like a drop top If you callin the police, you gon get a cop dropped Pelle Pelle like a fox, aint talking to the cops Like a motherfuckin thief, you can get your ass got We dont fuck with new niggas, fuck with new niggas What you in this shit for show? Who the fuck is you nigga? On that gangbangin shit, this is what I do nigga So give me room nigga, I act a fool nigga We be packin tools nigga, dont get screwed nigga Red beams on the gun and they aimed at you nigga We be packin tools nigga, dont get screwed nigga Red beams on the gun and they aimed at you nigga Its a OTF parade, make you dance like Final Phaze For them fuckin new niggas that cant get the time of day Chief Sosa this and that, bitch what you tryna say? I hit stains, I get cake, for a bitch I dont pay Talking niggas I dont play, this what Im tryna say Yous a fucking new nigga, you cant get up in our way Bullets shoot super far, Im somewhere with them stars And this kush that Im on, just to get it, bitch its hard Your bitch neck, very far, click clack lets go to war Got this bitch with my squad then passed her to my dog Throw some bullets hit him hard, if he talkin very hard My young niggas with the shits, theyll shoot you in your heart We dont fuck with new niggas, fuck with new niggas What you in this shit for show? Who the fuck is you nigga? On that gangbangin shit, this is what I do nigga So give me room nigga, I act a fool nigga We be packin tools nigga, dont get screwed nigga Red beams on the gun and they aimed at you nigga We be packin tools nigga, dont get screwed nigga Red beams on the gun and they aimed at you nigga

Captain Crunch presents Ooh, Lil Pump Brr Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat Ayy, ayy Bring ten bitches to the back Whippin up Whitney, boy, how you do that, ooh Bring ten bitches to the back Whippin up Whitney, boy, how you do that, ooh Whippin up Whitney, Whippin up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh Whippin up Whitney, Whippin up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh Damn, I went and flexed like this Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh I cant wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh I cant wife no thot, damn, bitch Im sippin Wok, damn And Im off this Xan, damn, this will never stop, damn Hop in a foreign and step on it Sippin on good drank, and I got a loaf on Cops pull me over right now they gon lock me up Cause I got all this smoke on me And Im so mothafuckin inked Lookin like the tattoo man just wrote on me In the all white P1 lookin like I got a whole bunch of coke on me Slide down, ride down, Im the king, bow down One day smoke a half pound, milkin up, cash cow Im very important, me and my gang dont do pat downs I bet I fucked yo bitch, told foenem put the racks out You know me and gang goin for the slide The shit we on finna fly Yo bitch pointin up to the sky She know I got them mob ties Hammer ridin round with the grass Hammer ridin round with the cash Shooters on your ass, ASAP Bring ten bitches to the back Whippin up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh Bring ten bitches to the back Whippin up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh Whippin up Whitney, Whippin up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh Whippin up Whitney, Whippin up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh Damn, I went and flexed like this Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh I cant wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh I cant wife no thot, damn, bitch Im sippin Wok, damn And Im off this xan, damn, this will never stop, damn Damn, Gucci Gang on top Damn, yo bitch gave me top Damn, I just gave that bitch some dick and took her to the block Damn, pull up, drop top Rari Ooh, my bitch off a molly Ooh, I just gave that bitch some perc and now she actin thottie Ooh, ten bands on my neck Ooh, I just love to flex Yeah, off four xans Rick Rubin on a jet, wrists so cold, wrists so wet Lil Pump do be runnin that check Wrists so cold, wrists so wet Lil Pump do be runnin that check Wrists so cold, wrists so wet Bring ten bitches to the back Whippin up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh Bring ten bitches to the back Whippin up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh Whippin up Whitney, Whippin up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh Whippin up Whitney, Whippin up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh Damn, I went and flexed like this Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh I cant wife no bitch, spent a couple racks up on my wrist, ooh I cant wife no thot, damn, bitch Im sippin Wok, damn And Im off this xan, damn, this will never stop

Hoes and Os How you aint know Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Bitch how dont you know Its in the air this L-O-U-D I dont like Soulja Im off the lean, Im fallin off I fucked his bitch, she like to smoke You dumb bitch, you gotta go He spilled his act pon my shoes These aint no Jordans, bitch these Balenciaga Oh no, Oh no, Oh no, Oh no No more hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Oh no, Oh no, Oh no, Oh no No more hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os No more hoes and Os Smokin out this pound nigga I dont smoke skinnies Ride pass me, niggas mad cause my truck cost a Lamboghini I got all this money on me, I know all these bitches see me Gettin top by a wanna be Lady Gaga but she got an ass like Nicki Im in a party, wont you come see me She like do I gotta bring my weed with me Im like hell nah bitch you know I be chiefin keef She like haha you mean to me Bitch Im Chief Sosa Houdini Smoking on this greeny This bitch thought she was independent Tryna bring her own weed but it smell like Oh no, Oh no, Oh no, Oh no No more hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os Oh no, Oh no, Oh no, Oh no No more hoes and Os Hoes and Os Hoes and Os No more hoes and Os

Zaytoven Hey DooWop Whatchu on bro? Get guap, get guap, get guap Sucka, get guap, get guap Woo Woo Woo Woo Bitch I know them gunnas Bitch I smoke the ganja Bitch I rock Ferragamo Dont fuck up my Ferragamo Fourteen hunnid for the Hermes Thirty shots fuck with my money Im the best that ever done it I swear no one else is comin Cause I dont see you niggas I swear I feel like Im blinded Bitch Im gettin money Thats why these niggas, they dont like me Well I dont like you neither But I like Maseratis Sippin lean aint got no fever Man that shit got me drowsy Now Im bout to go to sleepin Still wake up gettin money Tadoe off the molly Man Tadoe so retarded Dont get wet up Aquafina Man that shit is a hobby What time is it? 10:17 Its me and Guwop All these bitches wanna eat us Its a Glo Gang party I put fours up on my Beamer So I can flex this summer Its so many damn Chief Keefers But they aint gettin no money All these niggas stuntin Thats how all these niggas comin But they aint comin behind me All these niggas dummies Im bout to take a trip to London I got every bitch in London Paris hoes don’t speak no English I was out there tryna fuck em Gettin head smokin on this Keisha Go get you some money And make that a hobby!