3Hunna
Young Chop on the beat
Sosa baby, you know I'm rockin' baby
GBE baby, O'block
Bang bang
Nigga I'm 3Hunna bang
I'm coolin' with my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But nigga I'm 3Hunna
Click clack, pow, now he runnin'
Don't be fuckin' with my youngins
Them niggas be drummin'
They take ya ass down shit
We need them bricks or something
Keep this shit one hunna
I keep this shit 3Hunna
I pull up in that Audi
You pull up in that Honda
A fuck nigga, don't wanna be it, no, no
I like my bitch conceited (my bitch conceited)
I'm Sosa bitch, Chief Keef (Sosa baby)
My gun don't make me beat it (bang, bang)
I'm coolin' with my young niggas (my young niggas)
A lot of kush, a lot of guns nigga (a lot of guns nigga)
You see us you better run, nigga (better run, nigga)
Bullets hot like the sun, nigga
She like, "Sosa, I'm a big fan" (big fan)
Bitch, I'm leanin' like a kickstand (like a kickstand)
I'm high, I'm smoking ganja (smokin' ganja)
Fuck, I took a gang bitch, I'm 3Hunna
I'm coolin' with my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But nigga I'm 3Hunna
Click clack, pow, now he runnin'
Don't be fuckin' with my youngins
Them niggas be drummin'
They take ya ass down shit
We need them bricks or something
Keep this shit one hunna
I keep this shit 3Hunna
I pull up in that Audi
You pull up in that Honda
My dog died, they put him in a plastic bag
We 'bout that all black, so miss me with yo' battle raps
Drivin' a Bentley through the battlefield
Got more money than my haters, how dem niggas feel?
Slide when you rep that other side
I swear to God it's like my .45 just come to life
Gamble in Vegas, I know them are loose
They took 'em for questions, he told 'em the truth
Duct tape in your clit, so show me the loot
I'm smokin' the shit, my nigga be growin' for Snoop
We got the hood lock, worth a hundred mill
Need 250 more, doublin' this shit fo' real
I'm coolin' with my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But nigga I'm 3Hunna
Click clack, pow, now he runnin'
Don't be fuckin' with my youngins
Them niggas be drummin'
They take ya ass down shit
We need them bricks or something
Keep this shit one hunna
I keep this shit 3Hunna
I pull up in that Audi
You pull up in that Honda
Sosa baby, you know I'm rockin' baby
GBE baby, O'block
Bang bang
Nigga I'm 3Hunna bang
I'm coolin' with my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But nigga I'm 3Hunna
Click clack, pow, now he runnin'
Don't be fuckin' with my youngins
Them niggas be drummin'
They take ya ass down shit
We need them bricks or something
Keep this shit one hunna
I keep this shit 3Hunna
I pull up in that Audi
You pull up in that Honda
A fuck nigga, don't wanna be it, no, no
I like my bitch conceited (my bitch conceited)
I'm Sosa bitch, Chief Keef (Sosa baby)
My gun don't make me beat it (bang, bang)
I'm coolin' with my young niggas (my young niggas)
A lot of kush, a lot of guns nigga (a lot of guns nigga)
You see us you better run, nigga (better run, nigga)
Bullets hot like the sun, nigga
She like, "Sosa, I'm a big fan" (big fan)
Bitch, I'm leanin' like a kickstand (like a kickstand)
I'm high, I'm smoking ganja (smokin' ganja)
Fuck, I took a gang bitch, I'm 3Hunna
I'm coolin' with my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But nigga I'm 3Hunna
Click clack, pow, now he runnin'
Don't be fuckin' with my youngins
Them niggas be drummin'
They take ya ass down shit
We need them bricks or something
Keep this shit one hunna
I keep this shit 3Hunna
I pull up in that Audi
You pull up in that Honda
My dog died, they put him in a plastic bag
We 'bout that all black, so miss me with yo' battle raps
Drivin' a Bentley through the battlefield
Got more money than my haters, how dem niggas feel?
Slide when you rep that other side
I swear to God it's like my .45 just come to life
Gamble in Vegas, I know them are loose
They took 'em for questions, he told 'em the truth
Duct tape in your clit, so show me the loot
I'm smokin' the shit, my nigga be growin' for Snoop
We got the hood lock, worth a hundred mill
Need 250 more, doublin' this shit fo' real
I'm coolin' with my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But nigga I'm 3Hunna
Click clack, pow, now he runnin'
Don't be fuckin' with my youngins
Them niggas be drummin'
They take ya ass down shit
We need them bricks or something
Keep this shit one hunna
I keep this shit 3Hunna
I pull up in that Audi
You pull up in that Honda
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Writer(s): Keef Cozart, Tyree Lamar Pittman
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