Released: October 3, 2011
Songwriter: Chief Keef
Producer: DJ Kenn Aon
[Intro]
Bang, Sosa, Sosa, Sosa
O'Block, bang, bang
Bang, bang-bang, bang
Chief Keef
L's, L's, L's, L's, L's, L's
[Hook]
I got a lot of hitters
I only rock with killers
And if ain't letting pistols pop
Then I ain't rocking with you
I'm L's ass nigga
Glory Boys be my agenda
And if you ain't letting pistols pop
Then I ain't rocking with you, nigga
I ain't rocking with you
I can't be rocking with you, boy
You ain't letting pistols pop
So I ain't rocking with you, nigga
I ain't rocking with you
I can't be rocking with you, boy
You ain't letting pistols pop
So I ain't rocking with you
[Verse 1]
I can't be rocking with you
I only rock with killers
You say you letting' pistols pop
But boy[?]
3hunna ass nigga, L's up ass nigga
And I ain't rocking with you
I leave your ass missing
I'm boss man kind, I got a lot of hoes
I save money like a bitch
Cause this money come and goes
Bitch I'm in the field
This shit is for real
You can get your ass killed
Talking about all you do you kill
I gotta see a mill
At least before I'll be killed
All I know about is smoking drugs
And then popping pills
This money so high
With the L's in the sky
Drop a "L" in tookavile
Screaming "Fuck the other side!"
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
That bitch ain't rocking with us
[?]
You sucked on my dick
Can't be thinking I'm miss you
I'm wild ass nigga, OTF we the team
And if you ain't with the team
[?]
The clip super long, we be shooting for months
Roll up the dope, we live few blunts
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[?]
Fucking hoes is the thing
Shooting niggas in the brain
These niggas lames, they loud on many things
Bitch I got a lot of fans
And I got a lot of flames
[Hook]
Bang, Sosa, Sosa, Sosa
O'Block, bang, bang
Bang, bang-bang, bang
Chief Keef
L's, L's, L's, L's, L's, L's
[Hook]
I got a lot of hitters
I only rock with killers
And if ain't letting pistols pop
Then I ain't rocking with you
I'm L's ass nigga
Glory Boys be my agenda
And if you ain't letting pistols pop
Then I ain't rocking with you, nigga
I ain't rocking with you
I can't be rocking with you, boy
You ain't letting pistols pop
So I ain't rocking with you, nigga
I ain't rocking with you
I can't be rocking with you, boy
You ain't letting pistols pop
So I ain't rocking with you
[Verse 1]
I can't be rocking with you
I only rock with killers
You say you letting' pistols pop
But boy[?]
3hunna ass nigga, L's up ass nigga
And I ain't rocking with you
I leave your ass missing
I'm boss man kind, I got a lot of hoes
I save money like a bitch
Cause this money come and goes
Bitch I'm in the field
This shit is for real
You can get your ass killed
Talking about all you do you kill
I gotta see a mill
At least before I'll be killed
All I know about is smoking drugs
And then popping pills
This money so high
With the L's in the sky
Drop a "L" in tookavile
Screaming "Fuck the other side!"
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
That bitch ain't rocking with us
[?]
You sucked on my dick
Can't be thinking I'm miss you
I'm wild ass nigga, OTF we the team
And if you ain't with the team
[?]
The clip super long, we be shooting for months
Roll up the dope, we live few blunts
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
Fucking hoes is the thing
Shooting niggas in the brain
These niggas lames, they loud on many things
Bitch I got a lot of fans
And I got a lot of flames
[Hook]