[Intro]
Ye put Chicago on, I put Chiraq on
Ye put Chicago on, I put Chiraq on
Hmm hmm (On foenem)
Naw, for real
Thank you, thank you, thank you
[Verse 1]
We done buried some many of the guys
Got an AP, but don't know when it’s your time
She like “Sosa, do you like fish?”, un-un
If she from Hong-Kong, she be eatin' wonton
Chopsticks, sizzle cake 'cause it’s bum bum bum
Gun on you, but it's in trunk, what the fu*k?
I pulled Jovel out the seat, and pump him up
You in close range, that shotgun gon' dump you up
In the yard, these b*tches juggin' on me
Party b*tches, juggin' on me
Pop him and his homie
Fry they ass, like baloney
I can buy a chimp, still lonely
Every since I got money
All of these b*tches, love me
Ridin' round in my Hellcat
He hate me, I felt that
Like Cody be actin' like he stand jack
Turn the T, I nailed that
You ain't grow up in the projects
I made a b*tch, that’s some stretch
We love you more and one less
I don’t want you, baby, I want neck
I ain't buyin’ a b*tch sh*t, if she don't buy me sh*t
We ain't wanna hand co*ked for a free b*tch
I can't give a b*tch sh*t, if she ain’t gave me sh*t
She don't know who her baby daddy, say I might be it
Say a ni**a actin' crazy, that's how we get
We ain't get tutored in the streets, how you gon' teach sh*t?
I can't live with no b*tch, she might bleach my sh*t
I just hit the back of the club on some VIP sh*t
[Interlude]
Sosa baby
Sit gang, situation gang, b*tch
[Verse 2]
I wanna clear my mind
I got a Lamborghini and it's parked outside
I'm in a Lamborghini
Couldn't make it right with shorty, at least I tried
Wanna be my shorty, I am not pliced
Tryna have me sprung, I ain't T-Pain
Got some bad hoes, brought ‘em to me, gang
I mean, gang got bad hoes, and brought ‘em to me, me
Sent some flyers up, let you know, choppa got a mean grin
fu*k G on the west side of the fefe
You know I'm Gucci, yeah, I'm GG
Skinny lil' b*tch, with a head like Riri