[Intro: Chief Keef & Unidentified Female Caller]
Bro
What up?
Where are you?
Fuck you at?
Um
Sound crowed as fuck
I’m 'bout to go home, I'm tryna, tryna go to you, can I?
I ain't even at the house right now
So when are you gonna be at your house?
I don't know, in a minute
Okay, I'm just gonna go home, I guess

[Verse]
I just want the blue cheese and the Thousand Islands
Bitch, you want me to punch you, bitch you wylin'-wylin'
Might not wanna come over here, 'cause bitch it's crowded-crowded
Unless you Master P and, bitch, you 'bout it-'bout it
Shawty ass a squirter, that's a talent-talent
King-sized beds, what's a pallet-pallet
Even in Kindergarten, I wasn't tattle-telling
I ain't generous, I'm not Ellen-Ellen
Life is sweet, n***a, love watermelon
I got green and I'll put it on ya' melon
Bad ass lil' n***a on the corner sellin'
Young n***a hungry, got that mornin' belly
N***a get money, don't matter what you sellin'
Tell 'em you a pit, get some dog repellant
Shorty got some time from a informant tellin'
Baby bro like, "Give it to me, n***a, I'ma sell it"
Baby bro got' take it over if he smarter wit' it
And I'm smokin' on that musty, call me armpit-mint
I be lettin' my chain and wrist talk to a bunch of bitches
You could get your guy rolled n***a, no Tzaziki
At ya' head, no Medusa-'dusa
You know I be wit' gorillas, n***a, Ooka-ooka
Even when I'm by myself, I'm a noodle-knocka
Pulled up, shittin' on a n***a Dooka-dooka
I know I ain't gotta do it, but I'm a Pistol-tota'
Just in case the opps see me, be like, "There go Sosa"
Gotta' walk the cops off me like, "Let's go Sosa
"What the fuck you was just doing up in Mexico, Sosa?"
Shawty' said, "When's the last time you been to Chicago, Sosa?"
She like, "When the fuck you gon' stop smokin' that petrol, Sosa?"
She like, "You smokin' gas, but first it was that retro, Sosa."
She like, "You ridin' in foreigns, but first it was that Metro, Sosa."
[Outro]
You drunk?
Aye, aye, aye
I do
Bang, huh
I miss you
*laughter*