[Intro: Chief Keef & Sad Frosty]
Haa (Hahahaha), Sos' baby
(Astro on the beat) Ayy, woah
Phew, phew, phew (Brrt), phew, phew (Uh)
Bang (Brrt), bang (What?), bang, bang, bang
[Chorus: Sad Frosty & Chief Keef]
Heard that pussy talkin' loud (Huh?)
Well, fuck it, I'ma let him hate (Dududuh)
I feel like Soulja Boy 'cause bitch, I just bought me some Bathing Ape (Brr, skuduskuh)
And KT, he gon' shoot (Huh?)
He don't ever fuckin' hesitate (Huh? What?)
I'm ballin' like I'm Kobe
We drop thirty at the heaven gates (Brrat, brrat)
[Verse 1: Sad Frosty]
Uh, I'm gon' make that pussy meditate (What?)
I fill him up with hollows (Ayy), he an angel, he gon' levitate (What?)
And yes, I wrapped it up, it ain't my baby, she ain't never latе
I pulled up in a Tesla, pushed thе button to accelerate (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Smokin' on the best 'Wood, shorty give that neck good (Ayy, thottie)
I've been rockin' hella BAPE that I don't think the best could, ayy (Huh? What?)
B.B. Simon on my pants (Huh?)
Think I missed my show with DC (What?), me and Sosa had a Jet Lag (Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat)
Yuh, no more fake chains, my shit bust down (Yeah)
Astroboy just hit me, he in LA, it's a touchdown (Ayy)
Talkin' down on gang like Burger Man, I send a hundred round (Pussy)
Just sold out my show in Houston, yeah, that bitch got shut down (Brr-brr-brr)
Slide down that shit (Ayy), stick'll ride down that bitch (Huh?)
How he talkin' hella reckless? Now he hidin' from that bitch (Grr, bow)
We gon' pull up and pop out, now he fried around his bitch (Bitch)
GLO, TWG, don't lose your life around this bitch (Yuh, ayy)
Haa (Hahahaha), Sos' baby
(Astro on the beat) Ayy, woah
Phew, phew, phew (Brrt), phew, phew (Uh)
Bang (Brrt), bang (What?), bang, bang, bang
[Chorus: Sad Frosty & Chief Keef]
Heard that pussy talkin' loud (Huh?)
Well, fuck it, I'ma let him hate (Dududuh)
I feel like Soulja Boy 'cause bitch, I just bought me some Bathing Ape (Brr, skuduskuh)
And KT, he gon' shoot (Huh?)
He don't ever fuckin' hesitate (Huh? What?)
I'm ballin' like I'm Kobe
We drop thirty at the heaven gates (Brrat, brrat)
[Verse 1: Sad Frosty]
Uh, I'm gon' make that pussy meditate (What?)
I fill him up with hollows (Ayy), he an angel, he gon' levitate (What?)
And yes, I wrapped it up, it ain't my baby, she ain't never latе
I pulled up in a Tesla, pushed thе button to accelerate (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Smokin' on the best 'Wood, shorty give that neck good (Ayy, thottie)
I've been rockin' hella BAPE that I don't think the best could, ayy (Huh? What?)
B.B. Simon on my pants (Huh?)
Think I missed my show with DC (What?), me and Sosa had a Jet Lag (Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat)
Yuh, no more fake chains, my shit bust down (Yeah)
Astroboy just hit me, he in LA, it's a touchdown (Ayy)
Talkin' down on gang like Burger Man, I send a hundred round (Pussy)
Just sold out my show in Houston, yeah, that bitch got shut down (Brr-brr-brr)
Slide down that shit (Ayy), stick'll ride down that bitch (Huh?)
How he talkin' hella reckless? Now he hidin' from that bitch (Grr, bow)
We gon' pull up and pop out, now he fried around his bitch (Bitch)
GLO, TWG, don't lose your life around this bitch (Yuh, ayy)
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