Chief Keef — 3Hunna MegaMix

[Intro: Red Cafe] Young Chop on the beat Bank Account What’s haddenin, what’s haddenin What’s haddenin, what’s haddenin {Verse 1: Red Cafe} Look I don’t do no tough talk I strap up and my gun tall I only fuck with super freaks Tell them open wide then I bust off No brakes on that 2 door, slang blue magic, that’s too raw I holdin out that pimp c, y’all niggas acting like Rupar Real nigga off that Chief Keef and drilling all looking 3D Covered in all that YSL, and that LV and that GG Bad bitches fuck my team, I get dirty money, and my ride clean My diamonds is clear though, middle finger all ya weirdos My bitches, my bitches, you know I love my bitches My niggas got warrants, so we ain’t taking pictures You loving her, I’m fucking her Your connect be my customer Nigga I ain’t no role model, I’m america’s top hustler [Hook: Chief Keef] I'm cooling wit my youngins And what we smoke one hunna But nigga I'm three hunna Click clack pow, now he running Don't be fuckin wit my youngins Them niggas 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: Chief Keef] A fuck nigga 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 niggas (wit my young niggas) A lot of kush, a lot of guns nigga (a lot of guns nigga) You see you us you better run nigga (better run nigga) Bullets hot like the sun nigga (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) [Hook: Chief Keef] I'm cooling wit my youngins And what we smoke one hunna But nigga I'm three hunna Click clack pow, now he running Don't be fuckin wit my youngins Them niggas 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 3: 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 (nigga) Driving a Bentley through the battle field (huh) Got more money than my haters, how them niggas 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 nigga be growing for Snoop (huh) We got the hood locked worth a 100 mill Need 250 more, Double M this shit for real [Hook: Chief Keef] I'm cooling wit my youngins And what we smoke one hunna But nigga I'm three hunna Click clack, pow, now he running Don't be fucking with my youngins Them niggas be drumming They take your 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 4: Chief Keef] GBE bitch I'm a big dog Kill y'all then forget yall I feel like popping red dogs Big guns that knock ya head off Three hunna bitch six hunna O'block and Young Money OTF bitch honor We bring them guns out and tell they ass to run up I make the fucking floor shake Fuck my birthday, bitch, I need more cake I'm Sosa, bitch, I'm gettin it We smoke doink’s bitch, yall be smokin midget [Hook: Chief Keef] I'm cooling wit' my youngins And what we smoke one hunna But, nigga, I'm three hunna Click-clack, pow, now he runnin' Don't be fucking wit' my youngins Them niggas 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 5: Soulja Boy] A fuck nigga don't want that gunplay Set him up, have him dead by Monday Kush blunts in the ashtray We gettin' cash and we get that shit the fast way I keep that shit 3Hunna (3Hunna) SOD and Yung Munna (Yung Munna) A fuck nigga don't wanna try me (Bang) I'm on the highway, twenty pounds of irene (Bang, bang, bang) She like Soulja Boy, ya icy (Ya icy) Standing in the club in my white tee (In my white tee) A fuck nigga don't wanna fight me (Nah) I'll grab that AK and aim it at his mouthpiece (Bang, bang, bang, bang) [Hook: Chief Keef & Soulja Boy] I'm cooling wit' my youngins (I'm cooling wit' my youngins) And what we smoke one hunna (And what we smoke one hunna) But, nigga, I'm 3Hunna (But, nigga, I'm 3Hunna) Click-clack, pow, now he runnin' (Click-clack, pow, now he runnin') Don't be fucking wit' my youngins (Don't be fucking wit' my youngins) Them niggas be drumming (Them niggas be drumming) They take ya ass down, shit, we need them bricks or something (We need them bricks or something) Keep this shit one hunna (That shit one hunna) I keep this shit three hunna (I keep this shit three hunna) I pull up in that Audi (I pull up in that Audi) You pull up in that Honda