More songs by Chief Keef
Description
Producer: Young Chop
Composer Lyricist: K. Cozart
Composer Lyricist: T. Pittman
Lyrics and translation
Original
Fuckers in school telling me, always in the barber shop, "Chief Keef ain't about this, Chief Keef ain't about that. " My boy a BD on fucking Lamron and them.
He, he, they say don't be nigga putting on no work. Shut the fuck up!
Y'all niggas ain't on shit!
All you motherfuckers talking about, "Chief Keef ain't no hitter, Chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef a fake. " Shut the fuck up! Y'all don't live with that nigga.
Y'all know that nigga got caught with a ratchet, shooting at the police and shit.
Nigga been on probation since fucking,
I don't know when.
Motherfuckers, stop fucking playing him like that. Them niggas savages out there.
If I catch another motherfucker talking sweet about Chief Keef, I'm fucking beating they ass.
I'm not fucking playing no more. You know them niggas roll with Lil Reese and them.
Young Chop on the beat.
La Sosa.
Bitches love Sosa, ha.
In the new whip, 'Raris and Rovers.
I got hoes, they love Dover.
Ayy, ayy.
Bang.
Got y'all some Rovers, got y'all some Rovers.
These bitches love Sosa, O in the new whip.
Fucking with them O boys, you gon' get fucked over. 'Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa.
Hit 'em with that cobra, now that boy slumped over.
They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise. Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys. Got y'all some
Rovers, got y'all some Rovers. We GB, eat dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy.
These bitches love Sosa and they love them globes.
Know we from the 'Go, boy, but we cannot go, boy. No, I don't know O, boy, I know he's a broke boy. 'Raris and
Rovers, convertible Lambos, boy.
You know I got bands, boy, and it's in my pants, boy. Disrespect them O boys, you won't speak again, boy.
Don't think that I'm playing, boy, no, we don't use hands, boy.
No, we don't do friends, boy, collect bands, I'm the landlord. I get lots of commas, I can fuck your mama.
I ain't with the drama, you can meet my llama.
Riding with three hundred, with three hundred foreigns. These bitches see Chief Sosa, swear to God they all know.
These bitches love Sosa, O in the new whip. Fucking with them O boys, you gon' get fucked over.
'Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa.
Hit 'em with that cobra, now that boy slumped over. They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise.
Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys.
Got y'all some Rovers, got y'all some Rovers. We GB, eat dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy.
Don't make me call me woes, boy, he 6 double 0, boy.
And he keep that pole, boy, you gon' get fucked over. Bitch, I done sold soda and I done sold coca.
She gon' clap for Sosa, he gon' clap for Sosa. They do it for Sosa, them hoes, they do it for Sosa.
They done want that molly water, so nigga be cool like water.
'Fore you get hit with this lobby, bitch, I'm the trending topic.
Don't care no price, I cop it, B, and your bitch steady jocking me. These bitches love Sosa, O in the new whip.
Fucking with them O boys, you gon' get fucked over.
'Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa. Hit 'em with that cobra, now that boy slumped over.
They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise.
Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys. Got y'all some Rovers, got y'all some Rovers.
We GB, eat dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy, huh.
English translation
Fuckers in school telling me, always in the barber shop, "Chief Keef ain't about this, Chief Keef ain't about that. " My boy a BD on fucking Lamron and them.
He, he, they say don't be nigga putting on no work. Shut the fuck up!
Y'all niggas ain't on shit!
All you motherfuckers talking about, "Chief Keef ain't no hitter, Chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef a fake. " Shut the fuck up! Y'all don't live with that nigga.
Y'all know that nigga got caught with a ratchet, shooting at the police and shit.
Nigga been on probation since fucking,
I don't know when.
Motherfuckers, stop fucking playing him like that. Them niggas savages out there.
If I catch another motherfucker talking sweet about Chief Keef, I'm fucking beating they ass.
I'm not fucking playing no more. You know them niggas roll with Lil Reese and them.
Young Chop on the beat.
La Sosa.
Bitches love Sosa, ha.
In the new whip, 'Raris and Rovers.
I got hoes, they love Dover.
Ayy, ayy.
Bang.
Got y'all some Rovers, got y'all some Rovers.
These bitches love Sosa, O in the new whip.
Fucking with them O boys, you gon' get fucked over. 'Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa.
Hit 'em with that cobra, now that boy slumped over.
They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise. Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys. Got y'all some
Rovers, got y'all some Rovers. We GB, eat dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy.
These bitches love Sosa and they love them globes.
Know we from the 'Go, boy, but we cannot go, boy. No, I don't know O, boy, I know he's a broke boy. 'Raris and
Rovers, convertible Lambos, boy.
You know I got bands, boy, and it's in my pants, boy. Disrespect them O boys, you won't speak again, boy.
Don't think that I'm playing, boy, no, we don't use hands, boy.
No, we don't do friends, boy, collect bands, I'm the landlord. I get lots of commas, I can fuck your mama.
I ain't with the drama, you can meet my llama.
Riding with three hundred, with three hundred foreigns. These bitches see Chief Sosa, swear to God they all know.
These bitches love Sosa, O in the new whip. Fucking with them O boys, you gon' get fucked over.
'Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa.
Hit 'em with that cobra, now that boy slumped over. They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise.
Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys.
Got y'all some Rovers, got y'all some Rovers. We GB, eat dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy.
Don't make me call me woes, boy, he 6 double 0, boy.
And he keep that pole, boy, you gon' get fucked over. Bitch, I done sold soda and I done sold coca.
She gon' clap for Sosa, he gon' clap for Sosa. They do it for Sosa, them hoes, they do it for Sosa.
They done want that molly water, so nigga be cool like water.
'Fore you get hit with this lobby, bitch, I'm the trending topic.
Don't care no price, I cop it, B, and your bitch steady jocking me. These bitches love Sosa, O in the new whip.
Fucking with them O boys, you gon' get fucked over.
'Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa. Hit 'em with that cobra, now that boy slumped over.
They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise.
Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys. Got y'all some Rovers, got y'all some Rovers.
We GB, eat dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy, huh.