Sneeze

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Yah, yah, yah, yah (Yeah)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Yeah)
Yah, yah (Yeah)
Sosa, baby (Sosa)
GBE, baby (Bang, Bang)

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang bang, bang bang