HUNT Cochise (Ft. Chief Keef)

[Intro: Chief Keef]
Proud of her grandson
We gon' make lil' bro shoot you with a cap gun

[Verse 1: Chief Keef & Cochise]
I know grandma real proud of her grandson
We gon' make lil' bro shoot you with a cap gun (Huh, huh, huh, huh?)
Someone hand that boy a hat, he always bappin'
And I came to get my sum and then some (Yeah, yeah)
AR-15 got a switch and a damn drum
Since broski got a MAC, I'll hold it like a Samsung
I called this artist, told his ass he was a damn flunk (Doo, doo-doo)
Sosa, what you smokin' on? This that damn funk (Bang)
Pull off, leave your ass smellin' like a damn skunk
We gon' make you walk it out, call you DJ Unk
Nigga, ain't no fuckin' place that GBE can't come
Niggas ain't no competition, bitch, I need comp
Glizzy forty-five but I call him "Gee-fo-fum"
We was countin' money then we went to meet foenem
All this paper fuckin' up the damn ecosystem
And my brother mans, don't worry, I'm gon' hit with this onе (Bang, bang)
Shoot yo' ain't for none, bitch, I got my gun (Shh)
This shit used to be fun (Hеy)
Bitch, your feet run (Hey, doo-doo)
Boy, you my son, half-son, grandson (Let's go, doot-doot)
Bread up in my pocket look like buns
Boring-ass bitch, uh (Man)
I wish a nigga would Will Smith me (Ayy, ha)
They gon' be coming to get me (Ha, get, hoo, hoo, yeah, yeah)
Turn a nigga feet to pig feet (Yeah, yeah, on bro, yeah, yeah)
But me and my cubs, Wrigley (On bro, yeah, yeah)