This DJ Scream, this Chief Keef, nigga

This that Almighty S-O

This right here a soundtrack for real niggas to ride to

Ayo, fuck them fuckboys

Ayo, fuck them snitch-niggas

I just spent a lot of money, now I'm tired

'Member when I used to fantasize

Got this Nina wit me, you know that she gon' ride

Blow a nigga down, do or die

You scared to go to church bitch, Kumbaya

Them pistols get to bussing, boo-ya-ya

You ain't with the Glo Gang nigga, who are ya?

Steady texting my phone, this just bitch just blew my high

This bitch just blew my high

And I was high off all of these drugs

I walk in the mall and buy out all of these stores

Nigga came out with two bags he thought he was

I was off the dope and I was high of all this lean

Let a nigga try me, I got my Glock forty

It got thirty shots in it, it gon' make 'em scream (Scream)

Hey Sosa, why you so high?

I gotta get high, to balance my low

I'm moving too fast, I gotta pour a four

Spend lots of cash, 'member used to be broke

Sosa, what you got a gun for?

'Cause I'ma shoot when I see my opponent

Shoot late ass nights and early ass mornings

But hold up I gotta roll me a Dutch

I just spent a lot of money, now I'm tired

'Member when I used to fantasize

Got this Nina wit me, you know that she gon' ride

Blow a nigga down, do or die

You scared to go to church bitch, Kumbaya

Them pistols get to bussing, boo-ya-ya

You ain't with the Glo Gang nigga, who are ya?

Steady texting my phone, this just bitch just blew my high