Entry

[Chorus: Chief Keef]

Sosa baby, Bally keep that semi

Ridin' fast swervin' in that new Bentley (GBE)

Don't talk about cars we got plenty

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]

Pulling up in foreign cars in the entry

We pull up Cats, you don't see the hemis

Young nigga eating good, how he so skinny?

Don't talk about pipes, we got plenty

Bitch we was the youngest niggas up in the city

With a lil bitch she so sadity

I was with them bad boys, I felt like Diddy

Now I pull up, Ferrari, Bentley

If you looking for my jewelry I keeps it with me

I just slid down on em, they looking shitty

How she having all that ass and she so skinny?

All these white clouds of smoke this shit smell pissy

I gotta gift and I'm gonna send that bitch down your chimney

Bitch they know Chief Sosa putting that work in

Every time I hit the block, the police be lurking

The diamonds on my wrist be foot working

Tell Madea she was right cuz they ain't no nurthing (nothing)