Tony Montana Flow - Chief Keef

Bro

What up?

Where are you?

'Fuck you at?

You sound 'bout it 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 going to go home, I guess

I just want the blue cheese and a thousand islands

Bitch, you want me to punch you, bitch, you wildin'-wildin'

Might not wanna come over here, 'cause bitch it's crowded crowded

Unless you Master P and bitch you 'bout it 'bout it

Shorty ass a squirter, that's a talent talent

King size beds was a palette-palette

Even in kindergarten, I wasn't tattletalin'

I ain't generous, I'm not Ellen-Ellen

Life is sweet, nigga love watermelon

I got green and I'll put it on yo' melon

Bad ass lil' nigga on the corner sellin'

Young nigga hungry, got that mornin' belly

Nigga gettin' money no matter what you selling

Tell 'em you a pit, get some dog repellent

Shorty got some time from an informant telling

Baby bro like, "Give it to me, nigga, I'ma sell it"

Baby bro gotta take it over and be smarter with it

And I'm smoking on that musty call me arm pit, man

I be lettin' my chain and wrist talk to a bunch of bitches

You can get ya Gyro'd, nigga, no Tzatziki

At your head, no Medusa ('Dusa)

You know I be with gorillas, nigga, ucka (Ucka)

Even when I'm by myself, I'm a noodle knocker

Pulled up, shittin' on 'em, nigga dooka-dooka

I know I ain't gotta do it, but I'm a pistol toter

Just in case the opps see me and be like, "There go Sosa"

Got a warrant, the cops saw me, like, "Let's go, Sosa"

What the fuck you was just doin' up in Mexico, Sosa?

Shorty said, "When the last time you been in Chicago, Sosa?"

She like "When the fuck you gon’ stop smokin' that Petrol, Sosa?"

She like "You smokin' gas, but first was that red stuff, Sosa"

She like "You ridin' foreigns, but first it was the metro, Sosa"

You drunk? Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I do

Bang, huh