[Intro: Chief Keef]
Sosa baby
GBE baby
Catch up, catch up
Glory Boyz, Savage Sqaud shit

[Chorus: Fredo Santana & Chief Keef]
Bitch, I'm coolin' in the trap, bitch, I'm groovin' (What, trap, trap)
Everywhere I go, I got shooters (Got shooters)
Fredo, Chief Sosa, we keep Rugers (What)
Have your bitch in the studio and do us (Bitch, bitch)
Bitch, you know I'm smokin' on fat blunts like I got fat lungs (Dope)
USDA approved, get the beef stamped on (Stamped on, yeah)
Got introduced the money, that was something to camp on (Camp on, beep, beep, beep)
And we keep more tools than a pamp boys (Bang, bang)

[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
Sosa, I ain't on no cool, layback shit
Catch an opp in public and shoot him up in traffic
I'ma fuckin' dog, you can ask my last bitch
I don't wife no hoe, like a football I just pass it
I keep me a Glock and you know I'ma blast it
Me and Sosa spin your block, it's a fuckin' classic
Late night at your crib, it's a fuckin' stakeout
Put that chopper to your face, what the fuck you gotta say now?
[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Fredo, lately I been in my bag, cuz
Waste him, we takin' n***as out like trash, cuz
Dirty monеy, keep a n***a cleaner than a pastor
You know we, bеfore Christmas get wrapped up
Rascal like buckwheat, trust no one, but me
Your bitch very nasty, don't think you can pass me
Runnin' to her fastly, S55 classy
Judge tryna trash me, no one really has me

[Chorus: Fredo Santana & Chief Keef]
Bitch, I'm coolin' in the trap, bitch, I'm groovin' (What, trap, trap)
Everywhere I go, I got shooters (Got shooters)
Fredo, Chief Sosa, we keep Rugers (What)
Have your bitch in the studio and do us (Bitch, bitch)
Bitch, you know I'm smokin' on fat blunts like I got fat lungs (Dope)
USDA approved, get the beef stamped on (Stamped on, yeah)
Got introduced the money, that was something to camp on (Camp on, beep, beep, beep)
And we keep more tools than a pamp boys (Bang, bang)