[Intro:] Bang, Sosa, Sosa, Sosa Oblock, bang, bang Bang, bang-bang, bang Chief Keef, L's, L's L's, L's, L's, L's
[Hook:] I got a lot of hitters I only rock with killers And if ain't letting pistols pop Then I ain't rocking with you I'm L's ass nigga Glory Boys be my agenda And if you ain't letting pistols pop Then I ain't rocking with you, nigga I ain't rocking with you I can't be rocking with you, boy You ain't letting pistols pop So I ain't rocking with you, nigga I ain't rocking with you I can't be rocking with you, boy You ain't letting pistols pop So I ain't rocking with you
[Verse 1:] I can't be rocking with you I only rock with killers You say you letting' pistols pop But boy[?] 3hunna ass nigga, L's up ass nigga And I ain't rocking with you I leave your ass missing I'm boss man kind, I got a lot of hoes I save money like a bitch Cause this money come and goes Bitch I'm in the field This shit is for real You can get your ass killed Talking about all you do you kill I gotta see a mill At least before I'll be killed All I know about is smoking drugs And then popping pills This money so high With the L's in the sky Drop a "L" in tookavile Screaming "Fuck the other side!"
[Hook]
[Verse 2:] That bitch ain't rocking with us [?] You sucked on my dick Can't be thinking I'm miss you I'm wild ass nigga, OTF we the team And if you ain't with the team [?] The clip super long, we be shooting for months Roll up the dope, we live few blunts [?] [?] [?] [?] [?] Fucking hoes is the thing Shooting niggas in the brain These niggas lames, they loud on many things Bitch I got a lot of fans And I got a lot of flames