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Young Chop on the beat Sosa baby, you know I'm rockin baby GBE, O'block, bang bang Nigga I'm three hunna, bang I'm cooling wit my youngins And what we smoke one hunna But nigga I'm three hunna Click clack pow, now he running Don't be fuckin wit my youngins Them niggas be drumming They take ya ass down Shit we need them bricks or something Keep this shit one hunna I keep this shit three hunna I pull up in that Audi You pull up in that Honda A fuck nigga don't wanna be it (no) 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 cooling 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) Letras de cancionesShe like Sosa, I'm a big fan (I'm a big fan) Bitch I'm leaning like a kickstand (kickstand) I'm high, I'm smoking ganja (smoking ganja) Fuck a Tooka gang bitch, I'm 3hunna (bang bang bang) I'm cooling wit my youngins And what we smoke one hunna But nigga I'm three hunna Click clack pow, now he running Don't be fuckin wit my youngins Them niggas be drumming They take ya ass down Shit we need them bricks or something Keep this shit one hunna I keep this shit three hunna I pull up in that Audi You pull up in that Honda My dog died, they put him in a plastic bag (oh) We bout that all black so miss me with yo battle raps (nigga) Driving a Bentley through the battle field (huh) Got more money than my haters, how them niggas feel? (whoo) 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 taping your clique, so show me the loot I'm smoking the shit my nigga be growing for Snoop (huh) We got the hood locked worth a 100 mill Need 250 more, Double M this shit for real I'm cooling wit my youngins And what we smoke one hunna But nigga I'm three hunna Click clack pow, now he running Don't be fuckin wit my youngins Them niggas be drumming They take ya ass down Shit we need them bricks or something Keep this shit one hunna I keep this shit three hunna I pull up in that Audi You pull up in that Honda From Letras Mania