Chief Keef, Rick Ross — 3Hunna

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[Intro]
Young Chop on the beat
Sosa baby, you know I’m rockin baby
GBE, O’block, bang bang
Nigga I’m three hunna, bang

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m cooling wit my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But nigga I’m three hunna
Click clack pow, now he running
Don’t be fuckin wit my youngins
Them niggas be drumming
They take ya ass down
Shit we need them bricks or something
Keep this shit one hunna
I keep this shit three hunna
I pull up in that Audi
You pull up in that Honda

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
A fuck nigga don’t wanna be it (no)
No, no, I like my bitch conceited (my bitch conceited)
I’m Sosa, bitch Chief Keef, yeah (Sosa baby)
My gun, don’t make me beat it (bang bang)
I’m cooling wit my young niggas (wit my young niggas)
A lot of kush, a lot of guns nigga (a lot of guns nigga)
You see you us you better run nigga (better run nigga)
Bullets hot like the sun nigga (pow)
She like Sosa, I’m a big fan (I’m a big fan)
Bitch I’m leaning like a kickstand (kickstand)
I’m high, I’m smoking ganja (smoking ganja)
Fuck a Tooka gang bitch, I’m 3hunna (bang bang bang)
[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m cooling wit my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But nigga I’m three hunna
Click clack pow, now he running
Don’t be fuckin wit my youngins
Them niggas be drumming
They take ya ass down
Shit we need them bricks or something
Keep this shit one hunna
I keep this shit three hunna
I pull up in that Audi
You pull up in that Honda

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
My dog died, they put him in a plastic bag (oh)
We bout that all black so miss me with yo battle raps (nigga)
Driving a Bentley through the battle field (huh)
Got more money than my haters, how them niggas feel? (whoo)
Slide when you rep that other side
I swear to god its like my.45 just come to life
Gamble in Vegas, I know the Maloofs (huh)
They took him for questions, he told them the truth (no)
Duck taping your clique, so show me the loot
I’m smoking the shit my nigga be growing for Snoop (huh)
We got the hood locked worth a 100 mill
Need 250 more, Double M this shit for real
[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m cooling wit my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But nigga I’m three hunna
Click clack pow, now he running
Don’t be fuckin wit my youngins
Them niggas be drumming
They take ya ass down
Shit we need them bricks or something
Keep this shit one hunna
I keep this shit three hunna
I pull up in that Audi
You pull up in that Honda