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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chief Keef
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Cozart
Songwriter
Christopher Kenner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chief Keef
Producer
Neek
Mixing Engineer
Cam Raleigh
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Isaiah “ibmixing” Brown
Mixing Engineer
Peter “Manzo” Munzo
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Foenem Radio, on BD
Sosa on the—
[Verse 1]
Mic check
One, two, three
For war, I bought fighter jets, I bought
One, two, three
I got thirty, but I'ma give his ass
One, two, three
I don't get one pound of gas, I get
One, two, three
Baby say her body count ain't ten, it's
One, two, three
She was suckin' before I got to count
One, two, three
How many M's in one bank account?
One, two, three
I got nine cars, but I brought out
One, two, three
I always believed I was gon' get paid
When I got to hustlin' up in sixth grade
You ain't givin' up that ****, you won't get laid
Sleep for the weak, I been up for six days
She seen my car, said, "Oh, Lord"
Two houses and got money up in both floors
Go, Forrest, leave your ass in the old forest
If I fall, bitch, I'm landin' on all fours
I don't fuck with pigs, so I don't eat pork
One, two, three
Gimme crooked-ass smiles, make your teeth warped
One, two, three
Will he land? Sosa flyer then an airport
One, two, three
I got one big gun, fuck da Air Force
One, two, three
Lambo' whiter than some Air Forces
One, two, three
Check my closet, bitch, it look like a damn endorsement
One, two, three
You don't want the gang input, we got sources
One, two, three
One thing I really hate is when a bitch force it
One, two, three
Off the shits, feel like I'm levitatin'
I was trappin' outta Granny basement
Me and money can't be separated
Me and diamonds, we been havin' babies
I got paper for the demonstration
Hotbox the whip, what a ventilation
Police pull me over, I can tell they hatin'
I got pink slips, license, pink slips, license, and registration
Always knew I was the one made outta gold
Always knew I was the one to make it out the 'Go
And my heart real heavy like a centerfold
Sosa, who the fuck you trust more? Friend or foe?
I ain't even gotta think, I don't trust both
That's why I got my pole tucked for the cutthroat
He ain't gang, I don't trust that ****, fuck no
I got a .44 Bulldog, ****, you a mutt, though
I got one, two, three shark-heads in the nick'
Chief Sosa pull strings, ****, but he don't knit
I paid one, two, three thousand dollars for these kicks
Go'n play, give your ass, one, two, three kicks
One, two, three
Four, five, six
One, two, three
Friend group of six, I fucked
One, two, three
****, that ain't my bitch, I got
One, two, three
If I rent three cars, I still got
One, two, three
Brought four cases back, but I got
One, two, three
How many stashes do the Track' got?
One, two, three
Everybody give it up for the Black guy
One, two, three
Huh?
[Verse 2]
Round of applause when she make that ass clap
I push her head down like I'm tellin' take a nap
Hundred-dollar bill as my towel in the bath
House on the sand, I can carve out a path
Baby tried to rip my damn heart out, I laughed
Work a bitch out, now she weak, what's a calf?
She just pushed a baby out, she workin' on her abs
Told her at my house is a gym, yeah, I have
Told her two plus one equals three, simple math
I should take my Lambo' and disguise it as a calf
Stick hit your ribs, now your ribs have a slab
Up the 40, put that bitch up on you like a tab
Check my Lambo', bitches crawlin' like a crab
Bitch, don't get it twisted, I'll drive it through a crowd
Grocery store the only time I'm walkin' up the aisle
I take that back, just give me a bitch that ain't got many miles
It's show time
One, two, three
I bow my head, pray, and count to
One, two, three
I don't buy one or two, I buy like one, two, three
I'm top five and I'm in the first one, two, three
Hail Mary, ****, hut, one, two, three
Five star, and the average shit one through three
Thirty stick finna piece one, two, three
All this motherfuckin' energy, this run through me
I bow my head, pray, and count to
It's show time
I bow my head, pray, and count to
One, two, three
[Outro]
Hail Mary, ****, hut, one, two, three
Five star, and the average shit one through three
Thirty stick finna piece one, two, three
All this motherfuckin' energy, this run through me
It's show time
I bow my head, pray, and count to
I don't buy one or two, I buy like one, two, three
I bow my head, pray, and count to
I bow my head, pray, and count to
I bow my head, pray, and count to
Written by: Christopher Kenner, Keith Cozart