Made It Out

Ayy, ayy ha ha ha, none fuck with my low
My hair is blocking it
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Skrrt, skrrt,  skrrt bang bang,  Sosa baby
Yeah, skrrt

I won't tell you nigga
Go get my motherfuckin’ money
I went to Paris
Then I woke up down in London
She trick to kill like I'm
A gummy for her tummy okay, it's a Bentley
Shoot some money for some money
Heard these niggas say they
Fucking with Chief Keef, nah
I just fucked your bitch and
She stretched my tee out
I’m done flexin' on niggas, alright
You said it out
Shut up and stay up in streets
'til i made it out