The fuck is in school telling me always in a barbershop, Chief Keef ain't about this, Chief Keef ain't about that. My boy at BD on fucking and lamb rinding him, they say don't be niggas 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 ain't... 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 not fucking playing him like that. Them niggas savages out there. If I catch another motherfucker talking sweet about Chief Keef, I'm fucking beating their ass. I'm not fucking playing no more. Know them niggas roll with Lil' Breezy and them. Yum-chop on the beat. Lost souls, I've been. It's a lost soul. And I know that I'm just a rollercoaster. I'm just a rollercoaster. God, y'all so wrong. God, y'all so wrong. These bitches love salsa. Oh, and the know it. Fucking with them old boss. You gon' get fucked over. Rarities and robots. These hoes love cheap salsa. Hit her with that coin, bro. Now that boy slumped over. They do it all for salsa. You boys ain't making no noise. Y'all know I'm a grown boy. Your clique full of broke boys. God, y'all so wrong boys. God, y'all so wrong boys. We GBE dope boys. We got lots of dope boys. Love salsa and they love them glow boys. Know we from the go boy. But we cannot go boy. No, I don't know old boy. I know he's a broke boy. Rarities and robots. You know I got bands, boy. And it's in my pants, boy. Disrespect them old 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 on the landlord. I can sluss the commas. I can fuck your mama. I ain't with the drama. You can't meet my llama. We're 300. We're 300 for us. But I got they all now. Sluss salsa. All in the know. Fucking with them old boys. You gon' get fucked over. Rarities and robots. These hoes love she salsa. Hit her with that cobra. Now that boy slumped over. They do it all for salsa. You fucks ain't making no noise. Y'all know I'm a glow boy. Y'all clip full of broke boys. God, y'all so wrong boys. We got lots of dope, boy. Don't make me call you Rose, boy. He 6-00, boy. And he keep that point, boy. You gon' get fucked over. Bitch, I done so soda. And I done so coca. She gon' clap for salsa. He gon' clap for salsa. They do it for salsa. Them hoes, they do it for salsa. They don't want that molly water. So, nigga, be cool like water. Before you get hit with this lava. Your price, I cop it. Being your bitch daddy. Y'all gave me these bitches love salsa. Oh, and I know it. Fucking with them old boss. You gon' get fucked over. Robots, these hoes love she salsa. Hit her with that cobra. Now that boy slumped over. They do it all for salsa. You fucks ain't making no noise. Y'all know I'm a glow boy. Y'all clip full of broke boys. God, y'all so wrong boys. We GBE dope boys. We got lots of dope.