Chief Keef, Soulja Boy - Gated lyrics

Yeah Sosa sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja
Sosa and Soulja
Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja, Bah
Yeah, Sosa, Soulja
Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja
Sosa and Soulja
Sosa and Soulja (Turbo, Draco)
Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja

Court in Miami, they petty case me
FN with me, like my lady
He playin' crazy, niggas been flodgin' lately
Rock-a-bye Baby, my spot gated
Been had the Beamers, got a Mercedes
Rockin' the latest, bitch I'm the greatest
Bitch I upgraded, ayy, she Ace of Spade it
Yeah
Never debate it, ayy, we get to sprayin'
It's 11AM, a nigga still up
Runnin' it up, ain't been to sleep once
I get it done, let's have some fun
Shootout your dread, now it's a bun
Boy when we come, you better run
What is to you, I am the one
Light up a spark, 'bout to walk in the park
RIP Dart, rip you apart
She don't like when it fart, I told her I do
Smokin' the goo, top of the coupe
Won't stop at you, actin' a fool
I see you fu', catch you with two
I got me a cup, but I don't sip deuce
Step down on the kush, I might get a Dually
I'm up with tooly, these niggas fruity
Dick in the booty, my pants is Ksubi
Boy's watch is foolish, bitch work at Hooters
They said I couldn't do it
Tell 'em I do this
They boy alley oop me, I shine like a ruby
More clips than a movie, I need a movie
I'm in the club makin' a movie
Thanks to my jeweler, ice like it's stupid
Try not to love me, she dodgin' a bullet
My ice have you woozy, like you off hookah
I didn't pay my shooter, I try not to snooze
When I say 'choo, fifty times two
Took her some' new, I'm wearin' some' new
She skatin' the coupe, okay new new
Come play the flute
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm in the mood
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
How can I lose? yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Eat ramen noodles
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Count me some loot
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hop in the booth
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Your shit stupid
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Might hallelujah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Gettin' the pad
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Gettin' the bag
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I love to swag, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Don't mean to brag
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Pants is tight, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Still tote FN, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I ain't your friend, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, ayy
You ain't my mans
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Pants cost a grand
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Paid her with a gram
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
'Bout to buy me some land
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
As soon as I land
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Think he breakin' in
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Get hit with the fan
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ain't talkin' FN
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Eagle ball at your mans
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
The hawk finna land
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Fall off of the Benz
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ain't shakin' no hands, no no no no no no
I'm really the man
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I should hit France
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Just to get pants
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Louis my lens, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
We get them hands
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I was 15 years old, with a four-four, yeah
Kick in the door
I put that on folks, oh, here we go, yeah
I'm trained to blow
I'm finna go, pop zip and reload, gang
We at O
Pimpin' the bowl, yeah, J at the door
Bring the K to the door
13 years old, hand-me down clothes
Couldn't fold under Bo
7 years old, runnin' through the O
Pickin' my nose
Jumped in front of, knife for my mama
She was fightin' some ho
Yeah I got cut, fuck nigga
What? Right in the throat
Mama did fraud, she came back home
With twenty rich bags
Cuttin' the grass, snakes and some ass
Life it was fast
Wake up and stretch, missed call from my ex
She talkin' 'bout sex
I gotta check, check on the check
Where is it at? Ayy

I'm with the gang, we shoot F&N's
I catch you lackin', one in his chin
Hollow tips, he won't walk again
Leave him handicapped, he gon' crawl again
Try to take somethin', you gon' take a hollow
Got a bad bitch and you know she swallow
Got a Huracán and a Murciélago
Hop up in the Demon, finna start auto
Half a million dollars, in Wells Fargo
Nigga know I'm poppin', like a bottle
Stacks On Deck Gang, Glory Gang
Money Gang, that's my gang
Yeah, trap one, trap two, uh
Trap three, nigga one more time
One AK, one of a kind
1-800 hot shit, nigga bullets flyin'
Yeah, we trap shit, nigga hit my line
Catch me in that foreign and a nigga flyin'
Diamonds on my chain make a nigga blind
Grab your bitch, hit her from behind
Ayy, I said Sosa and Soulja (Turbo)
Put the red bricks in a Rover, ayy
Said I pull up and stunt
Pull up and dump, bricks in the truck
Call up Pablo Escobar, ayy
Me and Sosa ridin' in a foreign car, ayy
Drive the Lamborghini like a stolen car, ayy
Rollin' up gas out the cookie jar
Flexin' late, whip Mercedes, like a baby
Trap go crazy, she want to be my lady
Fuck you, pay me, nigga fuck you, pay me
Ayy, I whip it up like babies
Trap go crazy, he been flexin' lately
They ain't gated, mansion gated
Yeah, fuck you, pay me, nigga fuck you
Pay me (yeah)