[Intro: Chief Keef]

(Bezz making heat)

Suckas

I have a material witness on an aggravated battery, uh, with a handgun and, um, they believe, uh, this might be in retaliation, uh, to her testimony

Cdai, what up, sucka?

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

GBE, baby, bang

[Chorus: Chief Keef]

They like, "Sosa, where you been at, sucka?"

I been buyin' guns for this chit-chat sucka

I’ma up this motherfucker like get back, sucka

I’m gon' shoot yo' fuckin' ass, you ain't no damn cat, sucka

You ain’t no damn Casper

Shooters pull up on yo' block and aim them hammers at ya

Them .45 shells gon' damage ya

With this .45, ain’t no jammin' up, suckas

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]

Suckas, suckas, suckas, you know I ain't going lika a sucka, motherfucker

Nina blow a nigga down, I named her Wonder Woman

She gon' hold my weight, got so much money on me

Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em

Niggas talking that shit about Chief Sosa then fuck 'em

Got this .50 on me, it’s so big, I can’t even tuck 'em

Let a nigga run up on me, I’m so thirsty to bust him

Like baka, like baka, like baka

That motherfucker is a mother sucker

Cdai got 22 shots, but he from 600

You ain’t gettin' guap, stop instagraming that lil money, sucka

Got a AK with a knife on it, sucka

You a brick, we put yo' life on it, sucka

Got a AK with a knife on it, sucka

You a brick, we put yo' life on it, sucka

[Chorus: Chief Keef]

They like, "Sosa, where you been at, sucka?"

I been buyin' guns for this chit-chat sucka

I’ma up this motherfucker like get back, sucka

I’m gon' shoot yo' fucking ass, you ain't no damn cat, sucka

You ain’t no damn Casper

Shooters pull up on yo' block and aim them hammers at ya

Them .45 shells gon' damage ya

With this .45, ain’t no jammin' up, suckas

[Verse 2: Cdai]

Sucka, the police grab D-Block, ask us what we know? Nothin'

Y'all ain’t shootin' guns, man, stop it, cuz

Don’t make me send that 22-shot Glock at ya

Cdai, where you been at, sucka?

I’ve been up on O'Block, but bitch, I’m from 6Hunna

Catch his ass, that’s his ass, smoke his ass just like some ganja

Dumb fuck shoulda ran, but his ass wanna run up

I ain't playin', just sayin', got K's in the van

And his mans, leave 'em layin', on the ground where he stand

On my mans, I put 15 in a nigga head

Smokin' on a thoink, this gas

Just kill a fuck nigga, real fast

[Chorus: Chief Keef]

They like, "Sosa, where you been at, sucka?"

I been buyin' guns for this chit-chat sucka

I’ma up this motherfucker like get back, sucka

I’m gon' shoot yo' fucking ass, you ain't no damn cat, sucka

You ain’t no damn Casper

Shooters pull up on yo' block and aim them hammers at ya

Them .45 shells gon' damage ya

With this .45, ain’t no jammin' up, suckas