Smoked Lil Duke (Ft. Chief Keef)

[Intro: Chief Keef]
Yeah
Sosa, Duke (Wheezy Beats)
Gang, gang

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Fuck all that talk and we want all that smoke
Beehive them straps at the drop off at the porch
Traps stay, the Rollie and the neighbor, they know
Young nigga slangin' and baggin' them toasters
Traffickin' pounds and then passing like ration
Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion
I never offer no handout
Nigga tried me and it's man down
Put that shit out and I stand out
The boys in the hood just like landmines
I blow that shit like a fan
I fuck with Sosa, my man
We gon' ball like the clan
Geekin we booted, know what I'm sayin'

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Rollin' the green at the red light
I'm blowing that dope, get my head right
I coke, but that drank got my head straight
You really the word, now it's their way
You see me flown up in this time cup
I cut that check then I'm bouncin'
All of this green that I'm countin'
With mula that I got for allowance
Nigga, you better pay homage
Nigga, you better pay something
We gon' pull up with them drones
OG all up in my lungs