Chief Keef, Zaytoven - Sneeze lyrics

Zaytoven yah, yah, yah, yah (yeah)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (yeah) yah, yah (yeah)
Sosa, baby (Sosa) gBE, baby (Bang, Bang)

Chocolate chopper for him
He think it's vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan
This bitch think that I’m sweat her
"Chief Sosa, I look up to you, " pussy boy
You better if you ain't smokin' OG
I don’t want your weed
Like a thotty on her period
I make a nigga bleed do this shit for Cap'
And Blood, throwin' C's, throwin' B's
Have this Glock up and bless you
Like he care about your sneeze

Lift this chopper like some weights
I ain't bench pressin'
Got FNH up in the club and
I got Smith & Wesson
But I don’t really like Smith
& Wesson, got Glock, boy
If he decide to knock you down, you’s a opp
Boy pulled up in that ugly thing
It got teeth on it
They like "What the fuck's a feature
Ain’t got Keef on it"
This bitch wanna roll some weed and
Put some keef on it
At the top hangin' off the clouds
Yeah my sleeves on it if you lookin' for me
I'm prolly in New Orleans
With them 504 boys, no Levis jeans
Come through with 450s, nigga flee the scene
Bitch a 223 chopper
That’s what Keef'll bring

Chocolate chopper for him
He think it's vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan
This bitch think that I'm sweat her
"Chief Sosa, I look up to you, " pussy boy
You better if you ain't smokin' OG
I don't want your weed
Like a thotty on her period
I make a nigga bleed do this shit for Cap'
And Blood, throwin' C's, throwin' B's
Have this Glock up and bless you
Like he care about your sneeze

Up this Glock and sneeze, catch you, ha-choo
Come through and knock down your partner
I mean to pop you
Like we was shootin' some craps
I mean to spot you
You's a goofy to the audience
No need to clap you
I got plenty B-roll, like a camera man
Diddy Boppin' in the party
That's Keef Hammer Dance
You can put me at the back
And I'm still gon' win
Stompin' on the heads of
My mufuckin' mini man
Brown brick mansion, lookin'
Like some wheats, nigga
Six car garage, well I got three in them
Gotta go super far for the other three
Pull off and my shit soundin' ugly

Chocolate chopper for him
He think it's vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan
This bitch think that I'm sweat her
"Chief Sosa, I look up to you, " pussy boy
You better if you ain't smokin' OG
I don't want your weed
Like a thotty on her period
I make a nigga bleed do this shit for Cap'
And Blood, throwin' C's, throwin' B's
Have this Glock up and bless you
Like he care about your sneeze

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy bang bang, bang bang