歌手:Chief Keef
专辑:《Finally Rich》

作词 : Pittman, Tyree Lamar
作曲 : Pittman, Tyree Lamar
F***ers in school telling me, always in the barber shop
"Chief Keef ain't 'bout this, Chief Keef ain't 'bout that
My boy a BD on f***ing Lamron and them
He, he, they say that ni*** don't be putting in no work”
Shut the f*** up!
Y'all ni***s ain’t know s***!
All ya mother****ers talk about...
“Chief Keef ain't no hitta, Chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef a fake”
Shut the f*** up!
Y'all don't be with that ni***!
Y'all know that ni*** got caught with a ratchet
Shootin' at the police and s***
Ni*** been on probation since, f***in', I don't know when!
Motherf***a, stop f***in' playin' him like that
Them ni***s savages out there!
If I catch another motherf***er talking sweet about Chief Keef
I'm f***ing beating they a**!
I'm not f***ing playing no more!
Y'know them ni***s roll with Lil Reese and them
(Young Chop on the beat)
Love sosa, bi***es love sosa, huh?
Raris and rovers, ayy, lil' Cobra, ayy, ayy
Bang, bang, ayy, got us some rovers

[Chorus]
These bi***es love Sosa, O End or no end
F***in' with them O boys, you gon' get f***ed over
Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that cobra, now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise
Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys
God, y'all some broke boys, god, y'all some broke boys
We GBE d*** boys, we got lots of dough, boy
[Verse 1]
These bi***es love Sosa and they love them Glo' Boys
Know we from the 'Go boy, but we cannot go, boy
No, I don't know ol' boy, I know he's a broke boy
Raris and Rovers, convertible Lambos, boy
You know I got bands, boy, and it's in my pants, boy
Disrespect them O Boys, you won't speak again, boy
Don't think that I'm playin', boy, no, we don't use hands, boy
No, we don't do friends, boy, collect bands, I'm a landlord
I gets lots of commas, I can f*** yo mama
I ain't with the drama, you can meet my llama
Ridin' with 3hunna, with three hundred foreigns
These bi***es see Chief Sosa, I swear to God, they honored
[Chorus]
These bi***es love Sosa, O End or no end
F***in' with them O boys, you gon' get f***ed over
Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that cobra, now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise
Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys
God, y'all some broke boys, god, y'all some broke boys
We GBE d*** boys, we got lots of dough, boy
[Verse 2]
Don't make me call D. Rose, boy, he six double-O, boy
And he keep that pole, boy, you gon' get f***ed over
Bi***, 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 ni*** be cool like water
'Fore you get hit with this lava, bi***, I'm the trending topic
Don't care no price, I'll cop it, B and your bi*** steady jockin' me
[Chorus]
These bi***es love Sosa, O End or no end
F***in' with them O boys, you gon' get f***ed over
Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that cobra, now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise
Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys
God, y'all some broke boys, god, y'all some broke boys
We GBE d*** boys, we got lots of dough, boy