[Verse 1: Chief Keef] Sosa Ben Franklin You know I got them bands Cruising in my ‘Rari me and my shooter Tray Savage Smoking on this popeye, this shit’s some strong cabbage And we let them shots fire [?] Got rich, all my old hoes say they don't love me no more Cause I be busy stunting hard and touring fucking these hoes I got signed all my old homies started acting like hoes But I just bought a crate of guns ‘cause I can’t trust a soul I’m winning, I’m winning I be at the finish line, you started where I finished Plenty Glock 40s, get semi’d Boy don’t get your ass smoked, boy don’t start what you can’t finish
[Hook: Chief Keef]
[Verse 2: Tray Savage] I’m getting bands, that money longer than train smoke I’m spending cash and these bitches they know my lingo Tray Savage get that cash I act a asshole Pull up in that foreign act a asshole I’m chasing bands no I can’t wife a bitch just play your role And these niggas I can’t trust them, I just fuck they hoes Buy a zip of earth I smoke until my eyes closed That’s your bitch, she fucked the team now that bitch on the road Pull up on you while you talking all that tough shit Have my shawty run up on him on that tough shit [?] on that brain dead band shit I be cashing, yeah I’m rolling ‘cause you know I get it