Letra Text Chief Keef

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SOSA BABY

Runnin' up that sack
Smokin' on this dope; also known as pack
And we got them gats, we won't cut no slack
In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin' facts
I'm all about a stack
Big ass blunts of thracks, & that be the OG, just to be exact
She like how I flex, so she want some sex
I don't wanna talk
She don't wanna text

Ima pour this pint up in some lemon lime
You can get yo shit split, fuckin' wit me n the guys
Mobbin with some big shit, don't pay us no mind
Hit you wit' some big hits, won't take us no time
Your bitch want this big dick, she not even fine
Pockets be on be big bitch, I'm not even lyin'
This shit is off the fuckin dome, I'm not even tryin'
It ain't hard to get up wit' me, I'm not even hidin'
Bwoy that old ass Benz, you not even slidin'
Hit yo' bitch from the back, she gone let me have it
Bitch I'm all about the dollas like I play with Dallas
Turn this shit malfunction, texting me could get tragedy
BANG
This shit is crazy..
I'm a 90's baby, I know nothin' bout the 80's
Hit you from Atlanta, take a L, look like McGrady
We was really warrin', I looked up and God just saved me

Runnin' up that sack
Smokin' on this dope; also known as pack
And we got them gats, we won't cut no slack
In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin' facts
I'm all about a stack
Big ass blunts of thracks; & that be the O.G. just to be exact
She like how I flex, so she want some sex
I don't wanna talk
She don't wanna text

BANG!