[Chief Keef (Soulja Boy):]
Yeah Sosa
Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja
Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja, Bah
Yeah, Sosa, Soulja
Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja
Sosa and Soulja (Turbo, Draco)
Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja
[Chief Keef:]
Court in Miami, they petty case me
FN with me, like my lady
He playin' crazy, niggas been flodgin' lately
Rock-a-bye Baby, my spot gated
Been had the Beamers, got a Mercedes
Rockin' the latest, bitch I'm the greatest
Bitch I upgraded, ay, she Ace of Spade it, yeah
Never debate it, ay, we get to sprayin'
It's 11 AM, a nigga still up
Runnin' it up, ain't been to sleep once
I get it done, let's have some fun
Shootout your dread, now it's a bun
Boy when we come, you better run
What is to you, I am the one
Light up a spark, 'bout to walk in the park
RIP Dart, rip you apart
She don't like when it fart, I told her I do
Smokin' the goo, top of the coupe
Won't stop at you, actin' a fool
I see you fu', catch you with two
I got me a cup, but I don't sip deuce
Step down on the kush, I might get a Dually
I'm up with tooly, these niggas fruity
Dick in the booty, my pants is Ksubi
Boy's watch is foolish, bitch work at Hooters
They said I couldn't do it, tell 'em I do this
They boy alley-oop me, I shine like a ruby
More clips than a movie, I need a movie
I'm in the club makin' a movie
Thanks to my jeweler, ice like it's stupid
Try not to love me, she dodgin' a bullet
My ice have you woozy, like you off hookah
I didn't pay my shooter, I try not to snooze
When I say 'choo, fifty times two
Took her some' new, I'm wearin' some' new
She skatin' the coupe, okay new new
Come play the flute, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm in the mood, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
How can I lose? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Eat ramen noodles, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Count me some loot, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hop in the booth, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your shit stupid, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Might hallelujah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gettin' the pad, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gettin' the bag, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I love to swag, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't mean to brag, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pants is tight, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Still tote FN, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't your friend, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
You ain't my mans, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pants cost a grand, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Paid her with a gram, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
'Bout to buy me some land, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
As soon as I land, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Think he breakin' in, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get hit with the fan, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't talkin' FN, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Eagle ball at your mans, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The hawk finna land, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fall off of the Benz, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't shakin' no hands, no no no no no no
I'm really the man, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I should hit France, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Just to get pants, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Louis my lens, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We get them hands, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was 15 years old, with a four-four, yeah, kick in the door
I put that on folks, oh, here we go, yeah, I'm trained to blow
I'm finna go, pop zip and reload, gang, we at O
Pimpin' the bowl, yeah, J at the door, bring the K to the door
13 years old, hand-me-down clothes, couldn't fold under Bo
7 years old, runnin' through the O, pickin' my nose
Jumped in front of, knife for my mama, she was fightin' some ho
Yeah I got cut, fuck nigga, what? Right in the throat
Mama did fraud, she came back home, with twenty rich bags
Cuttin' the grass, snakes and some ass, life it was fast
Wake up and stretch, missed call from my ex, she talkin' 'bout sex
I gotta check, check on the check, where is it at? Ay
[Soulja Boy:]
I'm with the gang, we shoot F&Ns
I catch you lackin', one in his chin
Hollow tips, he won't walk again
Leave him handicapped, he gon' crawl again
Try to take somethin', you gon' take a hollow
Got a bad bitch and you know she swallow
Got a Huracán and a Murciélago
Hop up in the Demon, finna start auto
Half a million dollars, in Wells Fargo
Nigga know I'm poppin', like a bottle
Stacks On Deck Gang, Glory Gang
Money Gang, that's my gang
Yeah, trap one, trap two, uh
Trap three, nigga one more time
One AK, one of a kind
1-800 hot shit, nigga bullets flyin'
Yeah, we trap shit, nigga hit my line
Catch me in that foreign and a nigga flyin'
Diamonds on my chain make a nigga blind
Grab your bitch, hit her from behind
Ay, I said Sosa and Soulja (Turbo)
Put the red bricks in a Rover, ay
Said I pull up and stunt
Pull up and dump, bricks in the truck
Call up Pablo Escobar, ay
Me and Sosa ridin' in a foreign car, ay
Drive the Lamborghini like a stolen car, ay
Rollin' up gas out the cookie jar
Flexin' late, whip Mercedes, like a baby
Trap go crazy, she want to be my lady
Fuck you, pay me, nigga fuck you, pay me
Ay, I whip it up like babies
Trap go crazy, he been flexin' lately
They ain't gated, mansion gated
Yeah, fuck you, pay me, nigga fuck you, pay me (Yeah)
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