Rick Ross
3Hunna (Album Version)
[Intro: Chief Keef]
Young Chop on the beat
Sosa baby, you know I'm rockin baby
GBE, O'block, bang bang
N***a I'm three hunna, bang
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I'm cooling wit my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But n***a I'm three hunna
Click clack pow, now he running
Don't be fuckin wit my youngins
Them n***as be drumming
They take ya ass down
Shit we need them bricks or something
Keep this shit one hunna
I keep this shit three hunna
I pull up in that Audi
You pull up in that Honda
[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
A fuck n***a don't wanna be it (no)
No, no, I like my bitch conceited (my bitch conceited)
I'm Sosa, bitch Chief Keef, yeah (Sosa baby)
My gun, don't make me beat it (bang bang)
I'm cooling wit my young n***as (wit my young n***as)
A lot of kush, a lot of guns n***a (a lot of guns n***a)
You see you us you better run n***a (better run n***a)
Bullets hot like the sun n***a (pow)
She like Sosa, I'm a big fan (I'm a big fan)
Bitch I'm leaning like a kickstand (kickstand)
I'm high, I'm smoking ganja (smoking ganja)
Fuck a Tooka gang bitch, I'm 3hunna (bang bang bang)
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I'm cooling wit my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But n***a I'm three hunna
Click clack pow, now he running
Don't be fuckin wit my youngins
Them n***as be drumming
They take ya ass down
Shit we need them bricks or something
Keep this shit one hunna
I keep this shit three hunna
I pull up in that Audi
You pull up in that Honda
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
My dog died, they put him in a plastic bag (oh)
We bout that all black so miss me with yo battle raps (n***a)
Driving a Bentley through the battle field (huh)
Got more money than my haters, how them n***as feel? (whoo)
Slide when you rep that other side
I swear to god its like my.45 just come to life
Gamble in Vegas, I know the Maloofs (huh)
They took him for questions, he told them the truth (no)
Duck taping your clique, so show me the loot
I'm smoking the shit my n***a be growing for Snoop (huh)
We got the hood locked worth a 100 mill
Need 250 more, Double M this shit for real
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I'm cooling wit my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But n***a I'm three hunna
Click clack pow, now he running
Don't be fuckin wit my youngins
Them n***as be drumming
They take ya ass down
Shit we need them bricks or something
Keep this shit one hunna
I keep this shit three hunna
I pull up in that Audi
You pull up in that Honda