Go - Intellectual

[Intro: FTR Drama & Chief Keef]

Ballin' like I'm Michael, 'cause Sosa from Chiraq

Keep that GG and that rifle, that chopper from Iraq

BSG, we 300, we be thuggin', peep my tats

You be fuckin' with them ho niggas, get blown off the map

Ftftft, beep, bang, bang-bang

FTR shit, nigga (Huh?)

GBE shit, nigga (GBE baby)

Chiraq to Clipsburg (Bang)

Sosa in this bitch (Sosa baby)

Ayy (Bang)

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]

I be shinin', 'cause all my diamonds, I spent a dub on (Bling)

Got plenty Louis and Fendi, yo' bitch she love it

My lil niggas hot sauce, they knock ya top off (Bang, bang, bang-bang)

Indicted for sellin' out my house and doin' drop-offs (Sosa baby)

I get so high, swear I get so high, I feel like Top Dog

I'm from 300, O'Block (O'Block), you a real nigga knock-off (Yah)

Glock .40, the clip hold fifty, boy, don't shot down (Nah)

That MAC hold a hunnid shots, don't get shot down in yo' town (Bang)

I make it rain 100's and 50's on all these stripper hoes (Ftftftftft, beep)

No feelings, but I'm addicted to all these stripper hoes (Yah)

My shooters, tote K's and Rugers, look like a gun show (Huh?)

Talk outside of yo' mouth, boy, you gon' get gunned down (Bang)

[Chorus: FTR Drama]

Hittin' licks and movin' bricks, I'm servin' all the white folks

Shawty wanna fuck with me, she heard that I might blow

Ballin' like I'm Michael, shinin' like some white gold

Got some hittas in the midst, loadin' up them rifles

Go, go, she heard that I might blow

Go, go, I'm ballin' like I'm Michael

Go, go, I'm shinin' like some white gold

Go, go, they loadin' up them rifles

[Verse 2: FTR Drama]

This .40 I keep it on me, like it's OE

She on me, she wanna fuck me, but she don't know me

It's Drama, I'm 'bout that drama, I do the troopin'

I'm ballin', bitch, I'm ballin', but I ain't hoopin'

My dawg gone, my cuz doin' 1-5 about that shootin'

We winnin', ain't no prentendin', you niggas losin'

He tryin' me, somebody found 'em, with his eyes shut

You bitch niggas try and diss niggas, you'll get lined up

Foreign, my gun is foreign, these Gucci's foreign

GG, through the GG, boo and it's borin'

Strip club, I threw 'bout ten up, I had it pourin'

Homis, bitch, add the bodies, my niggas scorin'