[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 you ain't letting pistols pop
Then I ain't rocking with you
I'm L's ass n***a
Glory Boyz be my agenda
And if you ain't letting pistols pop
Then I ain't rocking with you, n***a
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, n***a
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 stop [?]
3hunna ass n***a, L's up ass n***a
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]
I got a lot of hitters
I only rock with killers
And if you ain't letting pistols pop
Then I ain't rocking with you
I'm L's ass n***a
Glory Boys be my agenda
And if you ain't letting pistols pop
Then I ain't rocking with you, n***a
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, n***a
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 2]
That bitch ain't rockin with us
You stunnin', stop it boy
You sucked on my dick
Can't be thinking I'ma miss you
I'm wild ass n***a, OTF we the team
And if you ain't with the team
Bro Gods make a scene
The clip super long, we be shooting for months
Roll up the dope, we live few blunts
Like D Rose I’m pistol totin
When his chieffin' ass come through I show you
RIP La Flare, he be on anything
Fucking hoes, hittin stains
Shooting n***as in the brain
These n***as lames, they not on anything
Bitch I got a lot of fans
Mean I got a lot of fame
[Hook]
I got a lot of hitters
I only rock with killers
And if you ain't letting pistols pop
Then I ain't rocking with you
I'm L's ass n***a
Glory Boys be my agenda
And if you ain't letting pistols pop
Then I ain't rocking with you, n***a
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, n***a
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