[Verse 1: The Game, Chris Brown]
Stepped off of that G6
Hit the club on that G shit
You see the belt, that's a G, bitch
And I'm 'bout to kill Chief Keef shit
Just killed my n***a Meek shit
Then I killed my n***a French shit
Got a French bitch, no friendship
And she givin' my dick a French kiss (Yeah)
A fuck n***a, that's that shit I don't like
Arm hangin' out the window
Of that black Ghost with them chrome pipes (Woah-oh)
Tell them n***as it's gon' be a long night (Woah-oh)
Bitches wanna chill, we gon' need some more ice (Ayy)
Shout out to John Wall, man, that n***a nice (Ayy)
Club leanin', n***a, we gon' need some more Sprite (Woah-oh)
Real n***a in these Ray-Bans
Fuck the judge, we don't take stands (Woah-oh)
Tape Feds, we don't shake hands
Put a gap in your mouth, Strahan (Ayy)
Hundred racks in these cargos
Push the button, these cars go (Ayy)
Six cradle that 'Lago
Six spades, Black Card, ho (Woah-oh)
Got homies out in Chicago
With that full clip on that bullshit
Dang n***a, that's Rozay
Movin' packs on 'em in MJs
I got a thick bitch with a thin waist (Ayy)
Got a condo where somethin' slim stay
Got a Rolex Presidente (Ayy)
Got black diamonds, Kunta Kinte (Woah-oh)
Hot boy like Turk and them
Hot wheels, we swervin' them
Next year we gettin' Deron Williams
Gon' do LeBron like Dirk and them (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
A fuck n***a that's that shit I don't like
They throwin' bottles, I'm throwin' models
Just 'cause I give a bitch long pipe
Doin' shows on the soccer field, that's dome right
I be singin', he be singin', so it's on sight
But hol' up, I ain't give a n***a no green light
This head up, my bread up
One-on-one, what you scared, bruh?
Huh, matter fact take care, bruh, you a pussy n***a
My n***a Tunechi, yeah, that n***a nice
Shout out to Nicki, man, that ass tight
Them eyebrows, man, them shits is yikes
OVO, you overdose
Screamin' YOLO, no, I live twice
Hahahaha, sorry, hahaha

[Chorus: Chief Keef, Chris Brown]
Rah!
A fuck n***a (Hee), that's that shit I don't like (Bang-bang)
A snitch n***a, that's that shit I don't like (Haha, bang-bang)
A bitch n***a, that's that shit I don't like (Haha, bang-bang)
Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like (Haha, this Chicago, n***a)

[Verse 3: Kanye West, Chris Brown]
They smile in my face is what I don't like
They steal your whole sound, that's a soundbite
The media crucify me like they did Christ
They want to find me not breathin' like they found Mike (Woah-oh)
A girl'll run her mouth only out of spite (Woah-oh)
But I'd never hit a woman, never in my life (Ayy)
I was in too deep like Mekhi Phife' (Ayy)
In that pussy so deep, I could have drowned twice (Woah-oh)
Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice (Woah-oh)
Eatin' good, vegetarian with the brown rice (Ayy)
Girls kissin' girls, 'cause it's hot, right? (Ayy)
But unless they use a strap-on, then they not dykes (Woah-oh)
They ain't about that life, they ain't about that life (Woah-oh)
We hangin' out the window, it's about to be a Suge Knight (Ayy)
Free Bump J, real n***a for life (Ayy)
Shoutout to Derrick Rose, man, that n***a nice (Woah-oh)
Shoutout to L.E.P., Jay Boogie, right? (Woah-oh)
Chief Keef, King Louie, this is Chi, right? Right!
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
A fuck n***a, that's that shit I don't like (Bang-bang)
A snitch n***a, that's that shit I don't like (Bang-bang)
A bitch n***a, that's that shit I don't like (Bang-bang)
Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like (Bang-bang)
Don't like (Don't like, don't like), don't like (Don't like, don't like)
A snitch n***a, that's that shit I don't like (Bang-bang-bang)
(Young Chop on the beat)

[Verse 4: Chief Keef]
Fake Gucci, that's that shit that I don't like (Nah, nah, nah)
Smokin' on this dope, higher than a kite (Ah)
This bitch gon' love me now, she gon' let me pipe (Yeah)
Screamin', "Sosa, that's that n***a that I like" (Sosa)
I don't want relations, I just want one night (One night, nah, nah)
‘Cause a thirsty bitch, that's the shit that I don't like (Nah)
I got tats up on my arm ‘cause this shit is life (That's life, tatted)
And I stunt so much in clothes ‘cause I'm livin' life (Livin' life, Louis, Gucci)
I come up on the scene, and I'm stealin' light
Bitch, I'm high off life, got me feelin' right (300)
Bitch, I'm Chief Keef, fuck who don't like
An-An-And bitch, we GBE, we just go on sight (GBE, baby)

[Chorus: Chief Keef, Big Sean]
A fuck n***a, that's that shit I don't like (Bang-bang)
A snitch n***a, that's that shit I don't like (Bang-bang)
A bitch n***a (Chief Keef), that's that shit I don't like (Bang-bang, Chi-Town, D-Town, yeah)
Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like (Boi)
[Verse 4: Big Sean]
Woah, we are not one and the same
N***a, I'm fuckin' insane, fuck is you sayin'?
Yo' ass been doin' the same
Shit, not doin' what you sayin', dang
I told your old bitch she was fuckin' a lame
Turn one ho to a train
Blaow, blang, my n***as holdin' that pain
I just hope you been prayin', bang-bang
Ridin' for my n***as and that's for life
High-class, I'm just surrounded by these lowlives
And I run this bitch like it's no lights
Goin' hard the whole night 'cause I ain't goin' back to my old life
I promise

[Chorus: Chief Keef, Jadakiss]
A fuck n***a, that's that shit I don't like (Bang-bang)
A snitch n***a, that's that shit I don't like (Bang-bang)
A bitch n***a, that's that shit I don't like (Bang-bang, hee!)
Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like (Bang-bang)

[Verse 5: Jadakiss]
I done sold purp' (Purple), I done sold white (White)
Runnin' out of work, that's that shit I don't like (Mm)
She never let me hit (Nah), she gave me dome twice (Haha)
She blowin' up my phone, that's that bitch I don't like
Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut
Put the pressure on 'em just when they think that I eased up
Thirty for the Cuban, 'nother thirty for the Jesus (Uh-huh)
Believe in ourselves when nobody else believed us, suckas!

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
A fuck n***a, that's that shit I don't like
A snitch n***a, that's that shit I don't like
A bitch n***a, that's that shit I don't like
Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like