Fuckers in school tellin' me, always in the barber shop
"Chief Keef ain't 'bout this, Chief Keef ain't 'bout that
My boy a BD on fuckin' Lamron and them
He, he, they say that nigga don't be putting in no work"
Shut the fuck up
Y'all niggas ain't on shit
All you motherfuckers talkin' 'bout
"Chief Keef ain't no hitta, Chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef a fake"
Shut the fuck up
Y'all don't live with that nigga
Y'all know that nigga got caught with a ratchet
Shootin' at the police and shit
Nigga been on probation since, fuckin', I don't know when
Motherfucker, stop fuckin' playin' him like that
Them niggas savages out there
If I catch another motherfucker talkin' sweet about Chief Keef
I'm fuckin' beatin' they ass
I'm not fuckin' playin' no more
Know them niggas roll with Lil Reese and them
(Young Chop on the beat)

Love Sosa, bitches love Sosa, ha
O End or no end, Raris and Rovers, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang, bang-bang
God, y'all some broke boys, God, y'all 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 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 bitches 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 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 the landlord
I gets lots of commas, I can fuck your momma
I ain't 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 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

Don't 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 that molly water, so nigga, be cool like water
'Fore you get hit with this lava, bitch, I'm the trending topic
Don't care, no price, I'll 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 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, ha

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Writer(s): Keef Cozart, Tyree Lamar Pittman