Chief Keef and Rick Ross - 3hunna
(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' wit' 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 your ass down, shit, we need them bricks or somethin'
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, yeah (Sosa, baby)
My gun, don't make me beat it (bang bang)
I'm coolin' wit' my young niggas (wit' my young niggas)
A lot of kush, a lot of guns, nigga (a lot of guns, nigga)
You see you us you better run, nigga (better run, nigga)
Bullets hot like the sun, nigga (pow)
She like, "Sosa, I'm a big fan" (I'm a big fan)
Bitch, I'm leanin' like a kickstand (kickstand)
I'm high, I'm smokin' ganja (smokin' ganja)
Fuck a Tooka Gang bitch, I'm 3hunna (bang, bang, bang)
I'm coolin' wit 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 your ass down, shit, we need them bricks or somethin'
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 (Lord)
We 'bout that all black, so miss me with yo' battle raps (nigga)
Drivin' the Bentley through the battle field (huh)
Got more money than my haters, how them niggas feel? (woo)
Slide when you rep that other side
I swear to God its like my.45 just come to life
Gamble in Vegas, I know the Maloofs (huh)
They took him for questions, he told them the truth (no)
Duck tapin' your clique, so show me the loot
I'm smokin' the shit my nigga be growin' for Snoop (huh)
We got the hood locked worth a hunnid mill
Need two fifty more, Double M this shit for real
I'm coolin' wit 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 your ass down, shit, we need them bricks or somethin'
Keep this shit one hunna
I keep this shit 3hunna
I pull up in that Audi
You pull up in that Honda
Written by:
Tyree Lamar Pittman, Keith Cozart, William Leonard Roberts
Publisher:
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