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[Intro: Chief Keef]
I just put a silencer...on my gun
Almighty, Glo gang
Know how we rockin' like cutoff stockings
Keep kush in our pockets
Fuck nigga stop it
[Hook: Chief Keef]
I just put a silencer on my gun
I'm just like a scavenger on a hunt
These hoes don't like a nigga, they love my money
These niggas don't like a nigga, they all want somethin'
Well I'ma send my savages on a hunt
I had to put a bounty set on my hunt
Show no love, that shit get you killed and get you caught
I'm rollin', I'm Almighty Sosa, Michelin
[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Rollin' like the Michelin Man, with my minute man
Fuck your petitions man, aye let's get it man
What's up with Benjamin, that's a nigga's friend
God came and got me out and let a nigga in
I remember pushin' white hoes like the Michelin Man
I remember robbin' white folks for they shizzle man
I remember totin' my pole ready to get your man
I remember sellin' white dope to the piggies man
Cause they came to get me man, at my grandma's house
And I let them in, but I ain't open my mouth
And this ain't how I get that
I told on my grandma, I get a damn check
Get my damn shit, and I spend it on dope
They ask how I sell it, I say I break it up 'fore
And put it in that fast and then I sell it to those
Clucks who come to the back door
Tryna get a fix doe, and buy this shit doe
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Matti Baybee]
Pockets like Michelin, hundred Benjamins
Don't do division, on my dividends
Cause my homies in penitentiaries
Doin' sentences, green face my president
Hundred Franklins
'Member when I wore the same clothes for a minute man
Now a youngin countin' bank rolls, makin' millions
So much designer I might change clothes, True Religion
Just might pull up in the Range Rove, I'm out the mini vans
Kickin' doors with Timberlands, but I made it out
I just cashed a check, finna spend it on a house
Just got off the phone with Sosa he said make it count
Money on the counter, money on the couch
So we gettin' a check, better not send no shot
Cause then we send it all back
I do not like no Prada, wear Giuseppe with that
These whack boys think they hot, we add pressure to that
[Hook]
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