Listen to 3Hunna (feat. Rick Ross) by Chief Keef

3Hunna (feat. Rick Ross)

Chief Keef

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Chief Keef - 3Hunna (Feat. Rick Ross) [Finally Rich (Deluxe Edition)] [HQ]

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Chief Keef

Vocals

Rick Ross

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Keith Cozart

Songwriter

William Roberts

William Roberts

Songwriter

Young Chop

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Young Chop

Producer

Alex Ortiz

Recording Engineer

Chris Bellman

Mastering Engineer

Chris Cheney

Recording Engineer

James Hunt

Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Sosa, baby, you know I'm rockin', baby

GBE, baby, O'block, bang-bang

****, I'm 3Hunna, bang

[Chorus]

I'm cooling with my youngins

And what we smoke one hunna

But, ****, I'm 3 hunna

Click, clack, pow, now he running

Don't be fucking with my youngins

Them **** be drumming

They take your ass down, shit

We need them bricks or something

Keep this shit one hunna

I keep this shit 3 hunna

I pull up in that Audi

You pull up in that Honda

[Verse 1]

A fuck **** don't wanna be it

No, no, I like my bitch conceited

I'm Sosa, bitch, Chief Keef, yeah

My gun don't make me beat it

I'm cooling with my young ****

A lot of kush, a lot of guns, ****

You see us, you better run, ****

Bullets hot like the sun, ****

She like, "Sosa, I'm a big fan"

Bitch, I'm leaning like a kickstand

I'm high, I'm smoking ganja

Fuck a Tooka gang bitch, I'm 3 hunna

[Chorus]

I'm cooling with my youngins

And what we smoke one hunna

But, ****, I'm 3 hunna

Click, clack, pow, and now he running

Don't be fucking with my youngins

Them **** be drumming

They take your ass down, shit

We need them bricks or something

Keep this shit one hunna

I keep this shit 3 hunna

I pull up in that Audi

You pull up in that Honda

[Verse 2]

My dog died, they put him in a plastic bag

We 'bout that all black, so miss me with yo battle raps

Driving a Bentley through the battlefield

Got more money than my haters, how them **** 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 the Maloofs

They took 'em for questions, he told 'em the truth

Duct tape in your clique

So show me the loot

I'm smoking this shit my **** be growing for Snoop

We got the hood locked, worth 100 mill

Need 250 more, Double M, this shit for real

[Chorus]

I'm cooling with my youngins

And what we smoke one hunna

But, ****, I'm 3 hunna

Click, clack, pow, now he running

Don't be fucking with my youngins

Them **** be drumming

They take your ass down, shit

We need them bricks or something

Keep this shit one hunna

I keep this shit 3-hunna

I pull up in that Audi

You pull up in that Honda

Written by: Keef Cozart, Keith Cozart, Tyree Lamar Pittman, William Roberts

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