[Intro: Chief Keef & a Female]
Bro
What up?
Where are you?
'fu*k you at?
You sound 'bout it as fu*k
I’m 'bout to go home, I'm tryna, tryna go to you, can I?
I ain't even at the house right now
So when are you gonna be at your house?
I don't know, in a minute
Okay, I'm just going to go home, I guess
[Verse]
I just want the blue cheese and a thousand islands
b*tch, you want me to punch you, b*tch you wildin' wildin'
Might not wanna come over here, 'cause b*tch it's crowded crowded
Unless you Master P and b*tch you 'bout it 'bout it
Shorty ass a squirter, that’s a talent talent
King size beds was a palett palett
Even in kinder garden, I wasn't tattletalin'
I ain't generous, I'm not Ellen Ellеn
Life is sweet, ni**a love watermеlon
I got green and I'll put it on yo melon
Bad ass lil ni**a on the corner sellin'
Young ni**a hungry, got that mournin' belly
ni**a gettin' money no matter what you selling
Tell 'em you a pit, get some dog repellent
Shorty got some time from an informant telling
Baby bro like "give it to me, ni**a I'ma sell it"
Baby bro gotta take it over and be smarter with it
And I'm smoking on that musty call me arm pit, man
I be lettin' my chain and wrist talk to a bunch of b*tches
You can get ya Gyro’d, ni**a, no Tzatziki
At your head, no Medusa-dusa
You know I be with gorillas, ni**a ucka-ucka
Even when I’m by myself, I’m a noodle knocker
Pulled up, sh*ttin' on 'em, ni**a dooka-dooka
I know I ain't gotta do it, but I'm a pistol toter
Just in case the opps see me and be like "There go Sosa"
Got a warrant, the cops saw me, like "Let's go, Sosa"
What the fu*k you was just doin' up in Mexico Sosa?
Shorty said "When the last time you been in Chicago Sosa?"
She like "When the fu*k you gon’ stop smokin' that Petrol Sosa?"
She like "You smokin' gas but first was that red stuff Sosa"
She like "You ridin' foreigns but first it was the metro Sosa"
[Outro: Chief Keef & a Female]
You drunk? ayy ayy ayy ayy
I do
Bang, huh
*laughter*