作词 : Pittman, Tyree Lamar

作曲 : Pittman, Tyree Lamar

****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 ****ing Lamron and them

He, he, they say that nigga don't be putting in no work

Shut the **** up!

Y'all niggas ain't know shit!

All you mother****ers talk about...

“Chief Keef ain't no hitta, Chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef a fake”

Shut the **** up!

Y'all don't be with that nigga!

Y'all know that nigga got caught with a ratchet

Shootin' at the police and shit

Nigga been on probation since, ****ing, I don't know when!

Mother****er, stop ****ing playing him like that

Them niggas savages out there!

If I catch another mother****er talking sweet about Chief Keef

I'm ****ing beating their ass!

I'm not ****ing playing no more!

Y'know them niggas roll with Lil Reese and them

(Young Chop on the beat)

Love sosa, b*****s love sosa, huh?

Raris and rovers, ayy, lil' Cobra, ayy, ayy

Bang, bang, ayy, got us some rovers

[Chorus]

These b*****s love Sosa, O End or no end

****ing with them O boys, you gonna get ****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 b*****s 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 **** yo mama

I ain't with the drama, you can meet my llama

Ridin' with 3hunna, with three hundred foreigns

These b*****s see Chief Sosa, I swear to God, they honored

[Chorus]

These b*****s love Sosa, O End or no end

****ing with them O boys, you gonna get ****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 ****ed over

B***h, 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 m***y water, so niggas be cool like water

'Fore you get hit with this lava, b***h, I'm the trending topic

Don't care no price, I'll cop it, B and your b***h steady jockin' me

[Chorus]

These b*****s love Sosa, O End or no end

****ing with them O boys, you gonna get ****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