♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ in school telling me, always in the barber shop
"Chief Keef ain't 'bout this, Chief ain't 'bout that"
My boy a BD on ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Lamron and them
He, he, they say that ♥♥♥♥♥ don't be putting in no work
Shut the ♥♥♥♥ up, y'all ♥♥♥♥♥♥ ain't know ♥♥♥♥
All y'all ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ talkin' about
"Chief Keef ain't no hitter, Chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef a fake"
Shut the ♥♥♥♥ up, y'all don't live with that ♥♥♥♥♥
Y'all know that ♥♥♥♥♥ got caught with a ratchet
Shootin' at the police and ♥♥♥♥
♥♥♥♥♥ been on probation since ♥♥♥♥♥♥' I don't know when
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, stop ♥♥♥♥♥♥' playin' him like that
Them ♥♥♥♥♥♥ savages out there
If I catch another ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ talking sweet about Chief Keef
I'm ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ beatin' they ass, I'm not ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ playin' no more
Know them ♥♥♥♥♥♥ roll with Lil Reese and them
(Young Chop on the beat)
Love Sosa, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ love Sosa, huh?
Let them know then, 'Raris and Rovers (huh)
Ayy, lil' Cobra, ayy, ayy
Bang, bang-bang
God, y'all some broke boys, God, y'all some broke boys
These ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ love Sosa, O end or no end
♥♥♥♥♥♥' with them O boys, you gon' get ♥♥♥♥♥♥ 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 dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy
These ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ love Sosa and they love them Glo Boys
Know we from the 'Go boy, but we cannot go, boy
No, I don't know old boy, I know he's a broke boy
'Raris and Rovers, convertible Lambo's, 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 ♥♥♥♥ your mama
I ain't with the drama, you can meet my llama
Ridin' with 3hunna, with 300 foreigns
These ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ see Chief Sosa, I swear to God, they honored