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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Vocals
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Cozart
Keith Cozart
Songwriter
William Roberts
William Roberts
Songwriter
Young Chop
Young Chop
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young Chop
Young Chop
Producer
Alex Ortiz
Alex Ortiz
Recording Engineer
Chris Bellman
Chris Bellman
Mastering Engineer
Chris Cheney
Chris Cheney
Recording Engineer
James Hunt
James Hunt
Engineer

Songteksten

Young Chop on the beat Sosa baby, you know I'm rockin' baby GBE baby, O'block Bang bang Nigga I'm 3Hunna bang I'm coolin' with my youngins And what we smoke one hunna But nigga I'm 3Hunna Click clack, pow, now he runnin' Don't be fuckin' with my youngins Them niggas be drummin' They take ya ass down shit We need them bricks or something Keep this shit one hunna I keep this shit 3Hunna I pull up in that Audi You pull up in that Honda A fuck nigga, don't wanna be it, no, no I like my bitch conceited (my bitch conceited) I'm Sosa bitch, Chief Keef (Sosa baby) My gun don't make me beat it (bang, bang) I'm coolin' with my young niggas (my young niggas) A lot of kush, a lot of guns nigga (a lot of guns nigga) You see us you better run, nigga (better run, nigga) Bullets hot like the sun, nigga She like, "Sosa, I'm a big fan" (big fan) Bitch, I'm leanin' like a kickstand (like a kickstand) I'm high, I'm smoking ganja (smokin' ganja) Fuck, I took a gang bitch, I'm 3Hunna I'm coolin' with my youngins And what we smoke one hunna But nigga I'm 3Hunna Click clack, pow, now he runnin' Don't be fuckin' with my youngins Them niggas be drummin' They take ya ass down shit We need them bricks or something Keep this shit one hunna I keep this shit 3Hunna I pull up in that Audi You pull up in that Honda My dog died, they put him in a plastic bag We 'bout that all black, so miss me with yo' battle raps Drivin' a Bentley through the battlefield Got more money than my haters, how dem niggas feel? Slide when you rep that other side I swear to God it's like my .45 just come to life Gamble in Vegas, I know them are loose They took 'em for questions, he told 'em the truth Duct tape in your clit, so show me the loot I'm smokin' the shit, my nigga be growin' for Snoop We got the hood lock, worth a hundred mill Need 250 more, doublin' this shit fo' real I'm coolin' with my youngins And what we smoke one hunna But nigga I'm 3Hunna Click clack, pow, now he runnin' Don't be fuckin' with my youngins Them niggas be drummin' They take ya ass down shit We need them bricks or something Keep this shit one hunna I keep this shit 3Hunna I pull up in that Audi You pull up in that Honda
Writer(s): William Roberts, Keith Cozart, Tyree Pittman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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