Almighty So 2 (2024)

• Almighty (Intro)
• Neph Nem
• Treat Myself
• Jesus Skit
• Jesus
• Too Trim
• Runner
• Banded Up
• Grape Trees
• 1,2,3
• Drifting Away
• Never Fly Here
• Prince Charming
• Believe
• Tony Montana Flow
• Racks Stuffed Inna Couch
• I'm Tryna Sleep 

Almighty (Intro) lyrics - Chief Keef

I am not putting up with this anymore

Putting up with what, huh?

Look around, nigga

Almighty (Glory Gang)

Young

Hardhead

Dangerous

I see y'all niggas, I don't give a fuck about y'all niggas

Y'all niggas watchin' me like the motherfuckin' clock

Your bitch like me

Nigga, your bitch all in my motherfuckin' DMs all the time, nigga, fuck you talkin' about?

This what greatness look like, nigga

This the motherfuckin' pinnacle, this the top

This what every trapper, this what every hustler

This what every scammer get out the bed for in the mornin', nigga

This what every bad bitch go get her titties done for

This what every motherfuckin' bad bitch go get her ass done for

This why they at the motherfuckin' beauty salon and the nail salon every day, nigga

Me, nigga

They want that money, nigga

They see the houses, they see the cars, nigga (Almighty)

They see this motherfuckin' jewelry around my neck and on my wrist, nigga (Almighty)

They wanna live this lifestyle (Almighty)

You know what it took for me to get here? (Almighty, Almighty)

You know what the fuck I been through? (Almighty, Almighty)

Nigga, I'm a motherfuckin' rapper's dream (Almighty, Almighty)

Nigga, you can live and die a thousand times, nigga, you couldn't live my motherfuckin' one life (Almighty, Almighty)

Your mama could have you all over again, you still couldn't be me, you still can't be here (Almighty, Almighty)

Boy, I'm almighty (Almighty, Almighty)

I get the cash so fast, my Hellcat so strong

Bag full of cash, if you mad, then go home

If Chief So fuck with you, then call Chief So phone

I'm runnin' out of patience, don't like when shit get prolonged

Red Ferrari, catch up, if not, then so long

Your money so short, bitch, my money so long

White diamonds on my body, bitch, I got some coke on

If you talkin' hot, lil' nigga, call my throwaway phone

Molly look like a skin tone, I call it Pantone

Nigga ran up on my dogs, now his ass ain't got no bone

Chief So the bank, hit the phone, you need a loan

She put my nut in her cup and she chased her Patrón

I was born in '95, I been ready since '91

Let's give a thanks to the God, yeah, the mighty one

Bitch, I'm Almighty, I'll shoot you with my mighty gun

Sense a cougar headin' for that ass, boy, you better run

Almighty, Almighty (Almighty, nigga)

Almighty, Almighty (Almighty, nigga)

Almighty, Almighty (Almighty, nigga)

Almighty, Almighty (Almighty, nigga)

Almighty, Almighty (Almighty, nigga)

Almighty, Almighty (Almighty, nigga)

Almighty, Almighty (Almighty, nigga)

Almighty (Almighty, bitch)

Neph Nem lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Ballout & G Herbo)

On Roc grave, on Cap head, So, foe

You be tweakin', foe, you know what to do with this **** though, Roc grave

Keep that though, foe, keep that so they know, on folks 'nem

Twenty pounds of gross in the trunk, I know you smell it on me (Woo, woo)

Ain't no crossin' Sosa, bitch, you know what happened to Tony (Woo, woo, woo)

Before I let a bitch play me, I'd rather play with Sony (Woo, woo)

I'm a Southside-ass nigga, catch me ridin' down Stony (Woo, woo)

I just, I just, I just, I just

I just, I just, I just, I just

I just, I just, I just, I just

I just, I just, I just

I just blew the top off it (Woo), hot dog on it (Woo)

White Rolls boys, does it look like God, don't it? (Woo, woo)

Porsche 918 (Woo), frog eyes on it (Woo)

Pay all cash, put my son life on it (Woo, woo)

Ran into a lick (Woo), put the squad on it (Woo)

I can get you gone with just one nod, homie (Woo, woo)

Shit been gettin' fishy (Woo), fishin' rod on me (Woo)

Bitch brought her friends and I put the squad on it (Woo, woo)

This ain't your regular truck (Woo), it's a mod on it (Woo)

Wide-body kit look like a dad bod on it (Woo, woo)

They like, "Chief So, your cup cost a BBL, don't it?" (Woo, woo)

Jewelry in the treasure box (Woo), call me Dragon Tales, homie (Woo)

That USPS, still check (Woo), I got mail, don't it? (Woo)

This money brand new, it got the smell on it (Woo, woo)

She told him she ain't hop on my dick (Woo), she fell on it (Woo)

Had to leave by eleven, this bitch act like 12, homie (Woo, woo)

I'm in that wide-body Rolls, me and Dank in it (Ayy)

We ain't got no plates, but this bitch got a Drac' in it (We gone)

We can smell a murder soon as we see that face, spin it

We got bond money, but we smokin' stank tinted (Skrrt)

All the opps know, got a hundred rings, we winnin' (What up?)

Call up Chief So, whenever he say it, we'll hit him

Pull up in that Lam', me and Lil Lam, it ain't rented

I can send a M in minute, just a signature

Pointin' right at him, it's him, four-nick, we gon' sentence him

Married to that block, we divorce him, we gon' finish him

Heat right on his top, we gon' scorch and spin back, watch him drench

Trained so many shooters, run up twenty sittin' back on the bench (Ayy, ayy)

If it's really beef, we don't tweet, we don't send 'em hints

If it's really smoke, we gon' blow, we gon' spin again

Bro went up the score and I ain't know, I know that's my twin

Put you in that trash can when we spin the bend (Ayy, ayy)

Treat Myself lyrics - Chief Keef

(This is Foenem Radio, on BD)

I'm the one that got the city up

Down, but they love you when you're up (This is Foenem Radio, on BD)

About no lick back, just don't hit me up

My lick back whenever you let me fuck

Say she infatuated with trucks

But we ain't playin' no seven up

I'm a diamond from the rough

Bitch, I gotta treat myself

Bitch, I wake up in the morning, spark a blunt, and be myself

Take a look up in the mirror, I just wanna squeeze myself

I done been through so much smoke to where I couldn't even see myself

I'll never need a bitch, but I'ma always need myself

Diamonds shinin' off my charm, I think I Christmas tree'd myself

I start wearin' yellow diamonds, it'll look like I peed myself

Granny ain't like when I dropped out, granny, I can teach myself

So icy, hand me a jacket, bitch, I ain't tryna freeze myself

G so swung around the jungle, youngin, call him Donkey Kong

Niggas be havin' big-ass mouths like that commercial for HoneyComb

I be laughin' to the bank, you'd think I hit my funny bone

Look at my jewelry selection, bitch, yeah, you know my money long

Started from the bottom, I'm the one that got the city up

They don't fuck with you when you're down, but they love you when you're up

Told that bitch I don't care about no lick back, just don't hit me up

Bitch, I'ma get my lick back whenever you let me fuck

Baby say she love cars, say she infatuated with trucks

Told her put her head down, but we ain't playin' no seven up

I got diamonds on my neck, I'm a diamond from the rough

I'm not trippin' 'bout no paper, bitch, I gotta treat myself

Bitch, I wake up in the morning, look in the mirror, and kiss myself

'Fore a bitch make me mad enough to blick her, I'ma blick myself

And I be workin' so motherfuckin' hard, I'm talkin' so hard, need to tip myself

And that fuck nigga think he smart, tell him I'm smarter than a bitch myself

Bro done passed me the motherfuckin' ball, if I miss the shot, I'ma bench myself

'Fore I let a ho spin me, I'll stand on my toes and spin myself

Nigga think he havin' cash, my pockets swoler than a bitch myself

Foenem ridin' up in a Jeep, that bitch so loud, couldn't hear myself

Thought that nigga bought that Bentley, they repo'd it like voila

I got big ol' bands like 50, that bitch gon' get in my car

Stood through fire, storm, sleet, that's the pros of bein' a star

I got a hundred for every motherfuckin' time Bruce Lee said, "Wah"

Started from the bottom, I'm the one that got the city up

They don't fuck with you when you're down, but they love you when you're up

Told that bitch I don't care about no lick back, just don't hit me up

Bitch, I'ma get my lick back whenever you let me fuck

Baby say she love cars, say she infatuated with trucks

Told her put her head down, but we ain't playin' no seven up

I got diamonds on my neck, I'm a diamond from the rough

I'm not trippin' 'bout no paper, bitch, I gotta treat myself

I'm not trippin' 'bout no paper, bitch, I gotta treat myself

I'm not trippin' 'bout no paper, bitch, I gotta treat myself

Told her put her head down, but we ain't playin' no seven up

Told her put her head down, but we ain't playin' no seven up

Jesus Skit lyrics - Chief Keef

[Michael Blackson:]

Kodak Blacker

Doo-doo under the bed

Fifty cent a day

Wich one should be my rapper name?

(Foenem radio, bitch)

I also wanna give a shoutout to all them niggas

All them scammin' niggas in Chicago

With those PPP loans

All y'all niggas are goin' to jail

Time for nigga news

To all my niggas out there, I have some good news for black people

Your reparations is on it's way, my niggas

That's right

Black niggas, we 'bout to get paid for being black

But unfortunately, the lighter you are, the less money you get

The following niggas:

Drake

Chris Brown

Vic Mensa

Chance the Rapper

T.I

NBA Youngboy

All them light-skinned niggas will get eight dollars each for reperations

By the time they get to the dark-skinned niggas, like me

Chief Keef, my nigga Sosa

Kodak Black

Tyrese

Flava Flav

Lil Wayne

Rick Ross

All them dark niggas gon' get fifty-five acres and two hundred million dollars each

All y'all light-skinned niggas, you gonna be broke, motherfuckers

(Foenem radio, bitch)

Fuck everybody

Them niggas go so hard, I decided

I wanna sign with them niggas

I'm signing with fuck everybody, I'm a new rapper in town, motherfucka

Right now, I'm tryna figure out what my name should be

Help me get a name, this gon' be my rapper name

Which name should I pick?

MC Night Night

Joe Limo Tint

2 a.m. Black

Just Black

Black As Shit

12:01, 12:04, 12:05

Those are all a.m's

Straight out of Madagascar

Jesus lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Lil Gnar)

Foenem Radio, bitch (Bang)

I done seen the same shit that I already seen

I done got my hands dirty tryna keep 'em clean

I seen money from rap and a triple beam

New shit, got Glocks with triple beams

I done seen more ass than a damn surgeon

Put me in a time machine, let me reverse it

Where I'm from, it get live, but we don't rehearse it

Young nigga chasin' dreams, the streets not working

Baby, leave that ass alone, everything not perfect

You should never give up if everything's not working

If you ever see me in Malibu, I'm not surfing

I just had to switch __cpLocations, resurface

Baby, leave that ass alone, everything's meant to be

I got bags under my eyes, it don't mean I need sleep

Yeah, I know I ain't slept, but it was just a POV

Don't look up to me, go look up to G-O-D

Dark night, little Zamunda

Fade to black

Bitch nigga

Black nigga

Twenty-one darkness

Twenty-one shadows

In the oven

Zyliss skillet

Skillet lit

Uzi burnt (Bang)

Young limo tint (Bang)

Foenem Radio, bitch (Bang)

Don't look up to Chief Sosa, look up to Jesus Christ

All these two-liters, I need an endorsement with Sprite

Bitch say she believe me, but she don't believe the hype

Ex asked me, "How's life?" Told that bitch, "Nice"

Grab the AK and show y'all I know my ABC

Nigga said he did what? Man, that's make-believe

Sippin' sizzurp like it grow on maple trees

Turn your head into a baseball, major league

Rollin' all this weed 'cause this shit grow on trees

Spending all this cash like the money grow on trees

Yeah, that bitch'll leave you, but your problems won't leave

All this ice on, I'ma need a long-sleeve

Letting off the hammer, damn near pulled a hamstring

We pour pints to celebrate, not no damn champagne

I'm a king, not a prince, I'm still sippin' purple rain

We ain't mad 'bout a bitch, EA, it's in the game

Chief So the first man, bitch, I'm still in the gang

We'll color your ass red, don't be standing in the paint

Nigga talkin' 'bout he a P, nigga, you put the P in prank

Ridin' with the AR, we put the A and R in rank

Say you signed for a Hank, nigga, I spend that shit on drank

Pull up and make it crank with the ratchet and the clank

I got money in the bank, I like Grant, Jackson, Frank

Bill got a nigga served, they say this shit for Lil Saint

I'll still get him cut, try messing with the flame

Fuck it, life not perfect, dump an eight out for the pain

I was walking through the rain, blood diamonds in the face

Like a slavemaster, all my niggas havin' whips and chains

Car way faster, Hellcat, widebody frame

Optimus Prime, blick transform a nigga brain

I don't got no feelings when I'm fried off the drank

Know I really love shorty, but I'm dealing with some things

I'll still get him cut, try messing with the flame

Fuck it, life not perfect, dump an eight out for the pain

I was walking through the rain, blood diamonds in the face

Like a slavemaster, all my niggas havin' whips and chains

Car way faster, Hellcat, widebody frame

Optimus Prime, blick transform a nigga brain

I don't got no feelings when I'm fried off the drank

Know I really love shorty, but I'm dealing with some things

Young nigga burnt out, he'll crash for some fame

Leave a bitch body orange like a fuckin' spray tan

I don't know Miley Cyrus, I move molly sand tan

Big Glock, Flintstone, motherfucker, bam, bam

We don't got the same vision, I can't rock no Ray-Ban

Silver crosses on the Rollie, this a Chrome Heart band

Turbo Porsche 911 like the fuckin' fireman

Yellow-red Trackhawk, I feel like I'm Iron Man

Right now, it's all about the windy city

Chicago's hardest nigga in town

My nigga Sosa

We back reunited

'Bout to shit on the whole world right now (Foenem Radio, bitch)

He's 'bout to shit on all his haters with this new shit

This new Almighty So 2 is gonna shit on everybody

Shoot that motherfucker

Hey, fuck you

Go to the medics, go to the medics

I got one down

Too Trim lyrics - Chief Keef

(Sosa on the beat)

I be smokin' on that reefer 'til I pass the fuck out

Let your bitch ass in the club, you get dragged the fuck out

Caught that bitch up in my stash, she got smacked the fuck out

Back up in the parking spot, no time to back the fuck out

You can gamble with your life and you gon' crap the fuck out

I be smokin' all this green so I don't black the fuck out

Goin' up against the mob and you get whacked the fuck out

Had to stop poppin' X before I snapped the fuck out

Big rifle make you think a nigga camped the fuck out

Nigga need to get some sleep, man, I'm vamped the fuck out

Foenem done caught you lackin' and they ran the fuck down

I'm the only one can tell them niggas stand the fuck down

My whole fam with that street shit, it was handed the fuck down

I'm somewhere up on the clouds tryna get the fuck down, huh?

Bitch came in the crib stinkin', told her get the fuck out

Fuck you and your clique, you can call them niggas up now

A nigga wanted bands, so I came out with a plan

Had to do it on my own, I ain't holdin' out my hand

Shout out to my mans, I mean shout out to my friends

If they shot your ass once, they'll shoot your ass again

Shout out to my stans, I mean shout out to my fans

They like, "When he gonna drop? Man, that nigga cap again"

Shout out to your wife, I mean shout out to your bitch

She in a double-R truck bent over like an ant

Make me lose my fuckin' temper, hit the nerve switch

Yeah, you ride it like a broom, you still a bird, witch

In this life, a nigga live or make you nervous

He say he shittin' on Chief So, what is it, birdshit?

When I'm shittin' on a nigga, it's big turds, bitch

I lay back, get the top, and smoke purp, bitch

What I'm rollin' up gon' have me flat like the Earth, bitch

Finish your food so you can come and eat your dessert, bitch

I got my own M's, I don't give a fuck what you worth, bitch

Fuck your ears, nigga, I don't give a fuck what you heard, bitch

How you suck at cookin'? That shit make my stomach hurt, bitch

With that loose-ass pussy, go and put it on reserve, bitch

With that dry-ass pussy, go and get some fuckin' preserve, bitch

Dig a hole and put your ass in it, I'm Joe Dirt, bitch

Now you gotta go 'cause your dumb ass gettin' on my nerves, bitch

I'm a walkin' iPhone, bitch, I be alert

Nigga wanted bands, so I came out with a plan

Had to do it on my own, I ain't holdin' out my hand

Shout out to my mans, I mean shout out to my friends

If they shot your ass once, they'll shoot your ass again

Shout out to my stans, I mean shout out to my fans

They like, "When he gonna drop? Man, that nigga cap again"

Shout out to your wife, I mean shout out to your bitch

She in a double-R truck bent over like an ant

My kid ain't say her mama name, she said my name first

Boy, all your shit sound the same, you rap the same verse

The police took him in the room, he said our name first

Wish I could stay up in the bed because I hate work

You're lookin' for a rainbow, nigga, it gotta rain first

Hogwarts, I got one up in the chamber

All this land, I gotta hire me some rangers

She said she gon' give me top, she gotta drink first

Coochie wet as hell, I told that ho to drain first

Baby mama bust my windows out of anger

Mama always told me never talk to strangers

Got me gettin' my dumb ass out of dangers

Called me broke, he said that dumb shit out of anger

Tell that nigga hang that shit up on a hanger

Dick be draggin' on the floor, bitch, I'm a swanger

Fuck nigga, bob your head, this a banger

Nigga wanted bands, so I came out with a plan

Had to do it on my own, I ain't holdin' out my hand

Shout out to my mans, I mean shout out to my friends

If they shot your ass once, they'll shoot your ass again

Shout out to my stans, I mean shout out to my fans

They like, "When he gonna drop? Man, that nigga cap again"

Shout out to your wife, I mean shout out to your bitch

She in a double-R truck bent over like an ant

Runner lyrics - Chief Keef

Growing up, you ran the streets

Learned young the cold street code

It was hard times, nickels and dimes

Then you hit that motherload

Now you got the biggest piece of the action

But you still can't find peace of mind

I was with the street runners, we were street runnin'

That bitch a, watch your damn back

I was with the street runners, we were street runnin'

Gelato got me numb (Dope), I can't feel my tongue (Nope)

Countin' all this paper, nigga, I just cut my thumb

Cold start the Track', bitch sound like a gun

You ever seen a Hellcat from 1961?

Short bitches be fun (Huh?), bad bitches be dumb (Huh?)

I buy what I want, nigga, you know I got the funds

Don't make me spank that ass, lil' nigga, 'cause you my son

I ain't gotta go to the family reunion, I'm still gettin' the bonds

I can make a bad bitch out of a nun (Woo)

I can get a bag in my sleep, I'm talkin' money

I can smoke a bag in my sleep, I'm talkin' onions (Dope)

I was with the street runners, we were street runnin' (Street runner)

I was with the street runners, we were street runnin' (Street runner)

I was with the street runners, we were street runnin' (Street runner)

We were street runnin' (Street runner)

Sosa, baby, sick game (We were street)

Chief So' was a street runner, he could've ran track

That bitch a street runner, watch your damn back (Huh?)

You might catch a street runner on the Amtrak

Niggas tryna be street runner, ain't no turnin' back

I was in Chiraq ridin' with that Bernie Mac

Niggas tryna blitz, we send 'em runnin' back

Don't be tryna front, can get a burnin' back

I can spend my earnings and then earn 'em back

Low-key seen the foreign pass, the fuck was that?

Say they love my cars, say they love them back

Pack of police pulled me over smokin' pack

God forbid they choke me, bitch, I'm chokin' back (Street runner)

I was with the street runners, we were street runnin'

I was with the street runners, we were street runnin'

I was with the street runners, we were street runnin'

Banded Up lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tierra Whack)

[Chief Keef:]

What you want?

I want eight grand

Bang, bang (Foenem Radio, bitch)

Bang, bang

Bang, bang

Bang, bang

Bang, bang

Bang (Ayy), bang

Bang, bang

Bang, bang

Bang

Nigga, you a Nicki mixtape cover, you a sucker

You can't even read, you're a stupid motherfucker

(You're a stupid motherfucker)

You can't even read

Out here banded up (Ayy), out here banded up (Ayy)

Out here banded up (Ayy), out here banded up (Ayy)

Out here banded up (Ayy), out here banded up (Ha)

Out here banded up, out here banded up (Ayy)

Out here banded up, out here banded up

Out here banded up (Ha), out here banded up

Out here banded up, out her, banded up

Sos' baby, ayy

Sit gang

Let's get it

If it's up, it's up

If it's up, it's stuck (Bang)

Nigga owe me bucks, make him cough it up (Bang)

Paying with that pape', we gon' ball 'em up (Beep)

Nigga, fuck your mans, go 'head, call 'em up (Nigga)

Got the 40 tucked, it shoot all 'em up (Bang)

I leave out the bank, stack that's tall as fuck (Beep)

Nah, this shit ain't small, I can't fold it up (No)

Got a money plate, on the line, hulk it up (Bitch)

Told that ho get up, flexin', doing sit-ups (Nigga)

Uber, come get her (Shit), bitch, I can't get up (Ha)

You still hangin' out? Nigga, hang it up (Ayy)

Safe in the wall, I'm finna put a paintin' up

Out here banded up (Ayy), out here banded up (Ayy)

Out here banded up (Ayy), out here banded up (Ayy)

Out here banded up (Ayy), out here banded up (Ha)

Out here banded up, out here banded up (Ayy)

Out here banded up, out here banded up

Out here banded up (Ha), out here banded up

Out here banded up, out here banded up

Ayy

[Tierra Whack:]

Yeah, yeah

Did everything that they said that I couldn't

Did everything that they said that I wouldn't

I go bananas like cookies and pudding

I'm 'bout to bubble like soda when shooken

I'm dressed in the best 'cause I know that they lookin'

These rappers are food and that's why I be cookin'

You can't pull no strings and I just keep it pushin'

B-I-G, but I was not born in Brooklyn

I treat 'em like cushion, I denied instruction

I beat the beat up like it deserve a whoopin'

I cut that boy off if he walk around woofin'

I'm straight as a arrow, my Gucci hair crooked

I been gettin' money, I feel just like Oprah hand

I'm 'bout to drop like the crotch on Rick Owen pants

Gassin' me up, yeah, they call me a motor van

Heard y'all fall off like the hair on an older man

'Member when mama was just like my only fan

Touchin' a million, I'm not a chameleon

Had to buy a new house 'cause my head hit the ceilin'

I'm somethin' like Lauryn the way I be healin'

I'm makin' the bread, it used to be crumbs

I don't feel these niggas, the doc' said I'm numb

The secret told me that I stand out like thumbs

I'm countin' this chicken, it's faster with drums, I'm Whack

[Chief Keef:]

(Bitch, I'm-) Out here banded up (Ayy), out here banded up (Ayy)

Out here banded up (Get it), out here banded up (Ayy)

Out here banded up (Ayy), out here banded up (Ayy)

Out here banded up (Bang), out here banded up (Ayy)

Out here banded up, out here banded up

Out here banded up, out here banded up

Out here banded up, out here banded up

Ayy

Don't care where I live, got my fye in here

Got them racks in here

Come in here, you dyin' in here

Niggas been hangin' with opps, we don't drop the wire in here

'Long as they bring me bands, I can't lose my mind in here

You drivin' to that bitch, I got her flyin' here

House so big, I told her, "Hit the front door," she said, "Where?"

Bitch can drop my lo' right now and I won't even care

Anybody she bring in this bitch, we gon' leave him there

Let's bet a hunnid, nigga, let's bet two hunnid, nigga

Let's hope it's not yo' ass, you won't be allowed to get no money, nigga

They hope I get my legs cut off so I stop stuntin', nigga

Six hundred for the shoes that's on top of my bunions, nigga

Yellow truck, it's Funyuns, nigga

It just smell like onions, nigga

Give Chief So' five hunnid thousand, he'll pull up on ya, nigga

I'm smokin' on palm trees, we be in California, nigga

I got two thousand for ya, come and wash my cars, lil' nigga

Out here banded up, out here banded up (Ayy)

Out here banded up (Ayy), out here banded up (Ayy)

Out here banded up (Ayy), out here banded up (Ha)

Out here banded up, out here banded up (Ayy)

Out here banded up, out here banded up

Out here banded up (Ha), out here banded up

Out here banded up, out here banded up

Sos' baby, ayy

Grape Trees lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Sexyy Red)

I pulled up to the party like damn

I'm a motherfuckin' player, what the fuck is a bride?

I'm a wolf, so I walk around and growl at the moon

(Glory Gang)

I don't be fuckin' with these bitches, rather hang with my guys

Your mama should've pushed your broke ass back inside of the womb

(Home of the Glory Gang)

Hoes always hatin' on me, what the fuck did I do?

I'm in a spaceship, watch me fly it over the moon

I ain't fuckin' with that nigga if he wear ugly shoes

Baby, you gon' be fucked up and you ain't gon' know what to do

I ain't fuckin' with that nigga if he wear ugly shoes

Grind, nigga, s-

Grind- grind, nigga, s-

(You think this ho care about what you doin' out here in these streets? All this bitch care about is get her bills paid, nigga)

Grind, nigga, stay sleep

You ain't tryna get out the bed and grind, nigga, stay sleep

(Come out your pocket, nigga, break yourself like they used to say in the movies, nigga)

Tune

(Bitch robbin' you without a gun)

Tune

(She in another nigga DM, she got forty other niggas in her phone on call, you at the bottom of the totem pole)

Tune

(Sosa on the beat)

I'm a wolf, so I walk around and growl at the moon

Boy, you live with that bitch, she gon' get tired of you soon

Your mama should've pushed your broke ass back inside of the womb

I ain't never gettin' married, nigga, what is a groom?

I'm in a spaceship, watch me fly it over the moon

I don't know you, I can't pass my fuckin' blunt to you, fool

Baby mama wish I died, but baby, what if it's true?

Baby, you gon' be fucked up and you ain't gon' know what to do

No chains around my neck for four necks and a half

All this cash up in my pocket, man, I fucked up my math

I be sippin' clean drank like it fell in a bath

I be ballin' so damn hard, you'd think I play with the Cavs

This bitch laugh so motherfuckin' fake, I hate when she laugh

Man, these pussies don't want no beef, we turn they ass into calf

Nigga, you hated me back then and your ass hatin' me now

If you don't love me for real, stop throwin' that word around

Man, these hoes love gettin' around, they just love gettin' around

I be ballin' winter, summer, spring, all year round

We lookin' for love, baby, man, I hope my heart can get found

Nah, we ain't from the A, still'll hawk a nigga down

I pull up on the lot in a Lamb'

I pulled off the lot in a Cullinan

I pulled up to the party like damn

I ain't better, alright, bet, man, who better then?

I got so high, nigga turned to Method Man

Pull a million out, bitch, this ain't no settlement

Bro on go, he waitin' on me to tell him when

Go check in, we gon' get you settled in

I'm a motherfuckin' player, what the fuck is a bride?

I don't be fuckin' with these bitches, rather hang with my guys (Gang, gang)

Ridin' in the spaceship, I got my twin on the side (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Smoked a blunt of that thing, don't talk to me when I'm fried

I ain't fuckin' with that nigga if he wear ugly shoes

I don't gotta choose a nigga, when they see me, they choose

Hoes always hatin' on me, what the fuck did I do?

Is you mad 'cause I look better and I'm fresher than you? (It's Sexyy)

Almighty and Big Sexyy slidin' in the spacecraft (Skrt)

Bitch, don't get an attitude 'cause you'll get your head cracked

None of you hoes can't fuck with me, they boring and they coochie wack

Northside bitch, in a foreign, but I like Hellcats (You know it)

No panties on when I rock that long sundress (No)

Titties sittin' pretty, I'm the real hood princess (Northside)

When I come around, all these niggas try to impress

I pull up in that new ball, AMG, or SS

I'm a wolf, so I walk around and growl at the moon

Boy, you live with that bitch, she gon' get tired of you soon

Your mama should've pushed your broke ass back inside of the womb

I ain't never gettin' married, nigga, what is a groom?

I'm in a spaceship, watch me fly it over the moon

I don't know you, I can't pass my fuckin' blunt to you, fool

Baby mama wish I died, but baby, what if it's true?

Baby, you gon' be fucked up and you ain't gon' know what to do

I'm a wolf, so I walk around and growl at the moon

Boy, you live with that bitch, she gon' get tired of you soon

Your mama should've pushed your broke ass back inside of the womb

I ain't never gettin' married, nigga, what is a groom?

I'm in a spaceship, watch me fly it over the moon

I don't know you, I can't pass my fuckin' blunt to you, fool

Baby mama wish I died, but baby, what if it's true?

Baby, you gon' be fucked up and you ain't gon' know what to do

I pull up on the lot in a Lamb'

I pulled off the lot in a Cullinan

(Some of y'all niggas get caught up on these bitches)

I pulled up to the party like damn

I ain't better, alright, bet, man, who better then?

(You think this ho love you, nigga?)

I got so high, nigga turned to Method Man

(You a side piece, nigga, circus act, Looney Tune)

Pull a million out, bitch, this ain't no settlement

(You got that cape out the cleaners thinkin' you gon leap some buildings and stop some bullets, nigga)

Bro on go, he waitin' on me to tell him when

Go check in, we gon' get you settled in

(You can't save this motherfuckin' ho, nigga)

I pull up on the lot in a Lamb'

I pulled up to the party like damn

(-y Gang)

I got so high, nigga turned to Method Man

(The Glory Gang)

Bro on go, he waitin' on me to tell him when

(Sosa on the beat)

1,2,3 lyrics - Chief Keef

(Foenem Radio, on BD)

(Sosa on the-)

Mic check (One, two, three)

For war, I bought fighter jets, I bought (One, two, three)

I got thirty, but I'ma give his ass (One, two, three)

I don't get one pound of gas, I get (One, two, three)

Baby say her body count ain't ten, it's (One, two, three)

She was suckin' before I got to count (One, two, three)

How many M's in one bank account? (One, two, three)

I got nine cars, but I brought out (One, two, three)

I always believed I was gon' get paid

When I got to hustlin' up in sixth grade

You ain't givin' up that nigga, you won't get laid

Sleep for the weak, I been up for six days

She seen my car, said, "Oh, Lord"

Two houses and got money up in both floors

Go, Forrest, leave your ass in the old forest

If I fall, bitch, I'm landin' on all fours

I don't fuck with pigs, so I don't eat pork

Give me crooked-ass smiles, make your teeth warped

Will he land? Sosa flyer than an airport

I got one big gun, fuck an Air Force

Lambo' whiter than some Air Forces

Check my closet, bitch, it look like a damn endorsement

You don't want the gang input, we got sources

One thing I really hate is when a bitch force it

Off the shits, feel like I'm levitating

I was trappin' outta granny basement

Me and money can't be separated

Me and diamonds, we been havin' babies

I got paper for the demonstration

Hotbox the whip, what a ventilation

Police pull me over, I can tell they hatin'

I got pink slips, license, pink slips, license, and registration

Always knew I was the one made outta gold

Always knew I was the one to make it out the 'Go

And my heart real heavy like a centerfold

Sosa, who the fuck you trust more? Friend or foe?

I ain't even gotta think, I don't trust both

That's why I got my pole tucked for the cutthroat

He ain't gang, I don't trust that nigga, fuck no

I got a .44 Bulldog, nigga, you a mutt, though

I got one, two, three shark-heads in the nick'

Chief Sosa pull strings, nigga, but he don't knit

I paid one, two, three thousand dollars for these kicks

Go'n play, give your ass, one, two, three kicks (One, two, three)

Four, five, six (One, two, three)

Friend group of six, I fucked (One, two, three)

Nigga, that ain't my bitch, I got (One, two, three)

If I rent three cars, I still got (One, two, three)

Brought four cases back, but I got (One, two, three)

How many stashes do the Track' got? (One, two, three)

Everybody give it up for the Black guy (One, two, three)

Huh?

Round of applause when she make that ass clap

I push her head down like I'm tellin' her to take a nap

Hundred-dollar bill as my towel in the bath

House on the sand, I can carve out a path

Baby tried to rip my damn heart out, I laughed

Work a bitch out, now she weak, what's a calf?

She just pushed a baby out, she workin' on her abs

Told her at my house is a gym, yeah, I have

Told her two plus one equals three, simple math

I should take my Lambo' and disguise it as a calf

Stick hit your ribs, now your ribs have a slab

Up the 40, put that bitch up on you like a tab

Check my Lambo', bitches crawlin' like a crab

Bitch, don't get it twisted, I'll drive it through a crowd

Grocery store the only time I'm walkin' up the aisle

I take that back, just give me a bitch that ain't got many miles

It's show time (One, two, three)

I bow my head, pray, and count to (One, two, three)

I don't buy one or two, I bought like one, two, three

I'm top five and I'm in the first one, two, three

Hail Mary, nigga, hut, one, two, three

Five star, and the average shit one through three

Thirty stick finna piece one, two, three

All this motherfuckin' energy, this run through me

I bow my head, pray, and count to

It's show time

I bow my head, pray, and count to (One, two, three)

Hail Mary, nigga, hut, one, two, three

Five star, and the average shit one through three

Thirty stick finna piece one, two, three

All this motherfuckin' energy, this run through me

It's show time

I bow my head, pray, and count to

I don't buy one or two, I bought like one, two, three

(I bow my head, pray, and count to)

(I bow my head, pray, and count to)

(I bow my head, pray, and count to)

Drifting Away lyrics - Chief Keef

Drifting away

Drifting away

Drifting away

Drifting away

Goddamn, nigga, taxing like ya Uncle Sam, nigga

Goddamn, nigga, taxing like ya Uncle Sam, nigga

Big rubber bands I'll be poppin'

In the car lot, get the biggest truck, I'm weighing my options

Baby said I treat her like an option

Bitch, you ain't a TV, if you was, I would've been muted you

How life been? It's been beautiful

7000 square feet, nigga, coming from a damn cubical

Hole in you same size a hula hoop

Foenem put the beats on ya, nigga, now ya fucking name Fruity Loops

Drifting away

Bitch, I'm so high, I'm

Drifting away

I'm out the door now

Drifting away

Hold on, get yo' ho, I be

Drifting away

Need to stop smoking, I be

Drifting away

Smoking the dope, now I'm

Drifting away

Thinkin' 'bout how I ain't broke, now I be

Drifting away

I ain't broke, now I be

Drifting away

Aye

Huh

Huh

Go

Call the chicken police, nigga, you know I'm having strips

I was one of them niggas puttin' the sack in Saks Fifth

Ya don't know how to slide, you ain't got no motor skills

Nigga think he goin' nuts but he going almond milk

Put some holes in his ass, same size Cheerio

I'll send one from the top rope, Rey Mysterio

6's won't fit on the Tonka truck, I need ferris wheels

Run your ass over, Suge Knight, I'm getting overkill

It's 4 A.M., she freaky, tryin' to come up over here

Pull a foreign to yo' hood, the kids runnin' over here

She outside, I say "What the fuck I tell ya 'bout coming over here?"

When I want it, baby, I'ma tell ya, "Come up over here"

Drifting away

Drifting away

Drifting away

Drifting away

Drifting away

Drifting away

Drifting away

Drifting away

Money gang

Cap gang

Goddamn, nigga, taxing like ya Uncle Sam, nigga

Playing, hope that you can swim, nigga

It's outside from the A.M., nigga

And Granny ain't see me till the A.M., I was off that Killa Cam, nigga

I got a band for yo' band, nigga

Don't even ask what's in my cup, this ain't color of yo' skin, nigga

I went no pad, no pen, nigga

The .22'll hit the chin and go down to yo' shin, nigga

Truck sit up like a cowboy

I think I got more cars than every member of the Hot Boys

And we got broom sticks, Hogwarts

And I ain't worried 'bout the opps, we don't fly the same airport

I be sippin' on that beetlejuice

Heard you looking for your cat, nigga, how it keep gettin' loose?

If you could, you would fill my shoe

Chief Sosa major, Kanye think he did too

Drifting away

Menace ass beat

Drifting away

Kanye ass beat

Drifting away

Menace ass beat

Drifting away

Huh, huh

Drifting away

Menace ass beat

Drifting away

Ye ass beat

Drifting away

Huh, huh

Drifting away

Huh

Drifting away

Menace ass beat

Drifting away

Kanye ass beat

Drifting away

Menace ass beat

Drifting away

Huh, huh

Drifting away

Menace ass beat

Drifting away

Ye ass beat

Drifting away

Huh, huh

Drifting away

Huh

Menace ass beat

Kanye ass beat

Never Fly Here lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Quavo)

Mmm, yeah

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Yeah

Put that shit on like AB, ballin' on them like KD

I'ma need me a straitjacket, "Why?" 'Cause I'm goin' crazy

She wanna be my Queen Bey, want me to be her JAY-Z

Bitch asked me for a Jeep, told her, "This Maybelline, bitch, that's maybe"

"So, when you goin' to the top?" Lil' bro said, "Take me"

I used to be on the block, boy, but I don't know no Tay Keith

Somebody come pour me out, bitch, I'm in this shit waist deep

Your hundred thou' to my hundred thou', used to put fives on eighthy

The car I'm in is an eight-speed, hope the cops don't chase me

Middle fingers to the law, bitch, I'll never let 'em break me

Postin' another nigga bands, nigga, you can't even pay me

Told the bitch I don't want her pussy, the bitch proceeded to rape me

How I take shots, I take sweeps

Shit around here, it ain't sweet

Fuck 'em niggas, man, they sweet

Pussy-ass niggas, gay sweet

Put me in a Kanye suite

Havin' drip like an AC

Havin' drip like a leak

My style ain't free, you gotta pay me

Maybach Mercedes

Bitch, I named her Sadie

Better turn on the PlayStation, bitch cannot play me

Auntie caught me prayin', ten K to my auntie

I'm like, "Auntie, you raised me," but she like, "Nah, you ain't gotta pay me"

Put some respect on my name like Baby

Chief Keef (Bang), play with the ki', Zaytiggy (Ziggy)

Doin' all that talkin', SayCheese (Talk, but she like, "Nah, you ain't gotta pay me)

Bitch say she wanna be a city girl, so- JT, JT

Bitch say she wanna be a city girl, so- JT, JT

JT, JT (Yeah)

JT, JT (Mmm)

Put some respect on my name like Baby (Woo)

Bitch, I'm the Huncho, pay me (Huncho)

Bang, bang, huh, Chief Keef (Bang)

Play with the ki', Zaytiggy (Ziggy)

Doin' all that talkin', SayCheese (Talkin')

Bitch say she wanna be a city girl, so I'ma call her JT (JT)

Can't save a ho, you can't make me (Nah)

Steppin', two feet (Step)

I told that bitch to scrub the ground, she thought she was goin' to Freaknik (Scrub)

Ever since my bro The Rocket took off, I been too geeked (Rocket)

Brr, now my crew geeked (Brr)

Get tactical with my technique (Tactical)

You wanna kick it? Call Messi (Go)

You wanna kick it? Call Ronaldo

I got narcotics and narcos (Narcos)

White diamonds, Jack Harlow (White)

Remember trappin' in my cargos (Trap)

Now it's pounds in the cargo (Cargo)

Walkin' out of Wells Fargo (Walk)

I'll spin with my twin, Charlo (Spin)

So you know I'ma crash, GEICO (Crash)

Put me next to Elon (Elon)

I'm high steppin' like Deion (Woo)

My heart froze so cold, nigga, I'm on the shelf with Freon (Ice)

What you doin' in my section? (Huh?), we don't know this peon

Your bitch lookin' so sexy (Bitch), I'm tryna see what she on (She on)

Maybach, call it Quaybach (Quaybach)

Never trap where I stay at (Nah)

Niggas thought I couldn't make it (Huh?) Just like Diddy, told 'em take that (Take that)

I'm breakin' shit, Kit-Kat (Break it)

Somebody tell me where the lick at (Where?)

Then pop a pill, Tic-Tac (Pill)

You not alone, where your strap at? (Rrah)

Where your strap at? (Rrah)

Where your strap at? (Rrah)

Maybach, call it Quaybach

My heart froze so cold, nigga, I'm on the shelf with freon

Bro finna appeal

They ain't got shit, keep it real

Pussy, we don't fuck with you, we never did and never will

Brodie put up three seals

Know I had to seal the deal

Watch what you be postin' on that Reel, real get you killed

Hellcat doin' tricks, more tricks than a seal

Broke-ass nigga kill his mama just to inherit her Will

Wrap the Range over teal, banana Hellcat peel

'Bout the bills they killl, I'm pullin' up with my ills

Ain't from the H, but I'm trill, I was trill up in the field

You not smokin' gas, that's ill, Chief So be smokin' that kill

Sip codeine when I'm ill, she wanna touch me, see if I'm real

She told me we gettin' married, I said, "Get the fuck out of here"

I call the shots 'round here, you could play, not 'round here

Got a diamond, never in my ear, this bitch bigger than my ear

Bitch, I'ma send you a car, your ass'll never drive here

Yeah, Chief So drive spaceships, but that shit'll never fly here

Prince Charming lyrics - Chief Keef

Glory Gang

On Foenem Radio

Go 'til you can't fuckin' go no more, nigga

Pull up your chair, it's time to eat, boy

Better keep that money, better hope it don't leave, boy

October Forgiatos, look like Halloween, boy

You can be the prince of Chiraq, I'm the king, boy

Kids love a nigga 'cause the joy a nigga bring, boy

Got my heart too, they know it ain't a thing, boy

Call baby, "Pookie," 'cause for Sosa, she a fiend, boy

I'll stop sippin' 'fore I sip some fuckin' green, boy

Lambo' take off, Redbull, I got wings, boy

Sosa hatin' on you, I ain't know that was a thing, boy

That's huh? Bitch

Foenem yellin', "Go" like the light turned green, boy (Ayy, go, go)

Yeah, them ass shots good, but I need you on your knees

Spray one of these stankin' ass niggas with Febreze

She said, "I been" (Thinkin' 'bout you), ayy

(Yes, indeed) Oh, you did?

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Huh?)

Why, oh, why?

She said, "I been" (Thinkin' 'bout you), huh?

(Yes, indeed) Oh, you did? (Let's get it)

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Sit gang, uh-uh-uh, on the gang)

Why, oh, why?

This shit cost a arm and leg, cars and bread

Takin' big steps, bitch, I'm nine ahead

We been havin' sex, but not in the bed

Told me that it's red, so I got some head

I put on my weeks, went and got some bread

Why you got a stick if it's not in the head?

Nigga, in the club drunk, headlock a nigga head

Threw his ass on the table, threw his ass on his head

Nigga wake up in a hospital bed

Like, "This the last time I said what I shouldn't have said"

Bitch gon' wake up with knots on his head

Thought he was sick, it's balloons on his bed

I been lookin' for the Wockhardt, but I'll sip some red

All I need is a doctor, tell him I need my meds

And my XD brown, so I nicknamed him, "Ted"

Lost my shit when I caught him and my bitch in the bed

High as hell, left my stick in the bed

It's the last time I'm sippin' the red

One puff of Guido, hundred hits in the head

When my granny laid her ass in the bed

Gave her ass a hundred kisses in the head

Granny taught a nigga everything he said

Granny taught a nigga everything he say

Hit the family reunion Lamborghini way

Bitch, we come from playing ball in the craze

Man, I come from bologna on my plate

Might forget, but I mean everything I say

When Chief Sosa pull up, he flexing, pull up

Shittin' on them, pull ups

Hope the law don't pull up

Dashbox so I can have somewhere to put the 'Wood up

Fit crazy, like I'm doing lean ups and kush ups

Boy, you must have hit your fuckin' head and sniffed some good stuff

Never know the whip I'm in, my other shit be put up

I'll be thanking God 'cause I appreciate the little stuff

Ain't in the mud no more, but I'll still pick the mud up

Who would ever know, when I was seven, picking mud up?

When you loading shells in your gun, pick a glove up

Or pick a shirt up

Baby blue Forgiatos, bitch, I dressed 'em like a surgeon

(Baby blue Forgiatos, bitch, I dressed 'em like a surgeon)

H-U-R-T, they hatin', I see

I got my fire on me, put it on a P

1800-KING-KEEF if you want some beef

Man, Gucci coat with the pole underneath

Meet me on hundred street, turn it to a haunted street

I'm getting money, nigga, I don't even wanna beef

We was at the corner, doing laundry

Bank account got stung by a bumblebee

And my car feel like Superman's under me

Two piece, smoked in one week, nigga, not three

I'll tell you what, stay your ass off our street

Nigga get flatlined in a damn heartbeat

My front yard look like a GTA car meet

I should buy a Demon, use it as an art piece

Bitch, I'm Gucci, double Gs in the car seat

Sold the same rock Jigga seen in Marcy

In the hood, Sosa had Lamborghini speed

It's only right I get a Lamb' for my enemies

It's only right I get a Porsche, jumped off the porch

Your heart drop when the SWAT knock on your door

That's some shit make you jump back on the porch

If you ain't cut, you gon' tell on all your boys

Hey, hey

(If you ain't cut, you gon' tell on all your boys)

Your heart drop when the SWAT knock on your door, huh? (Ayy)

If you ain't cut, you gon' tell on all your boys (Go)

Doo-doo

Your heart drop when the- (Go)

She said

Ayy, she said

Ayy

She said

Ayy, ayy, she said

Ayy (Glory Gang), ayy

On Foenem Radio

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Believe lyrics - Chief Keef

Sosa, man, what the fuck is going on with you, bro?

We been waiting on this Almighty So 2 for a minute now, man

You say you gon' drop it, then you don't drop it

Then you say you gon' drop it again, then you don' drop it

What the fuck is going on with you, bro?

Yo' lil' ugly ass takin' all day, man

On my baby, boy, you're barbequed

Yo' ass like a hickory smoked house roach

Yo' lil' ugly ass, boy

Yo' ass like a deep-fried Jamaican pigeon

Yo' lil' ugly ass, boy

Yo' ass like a old testament demon (GDKFM Radio)

You ugly as fuck, first of all

Then you ain't drop the shit (On foenem)

Yo, motherfuckers gon' get on yo' ass, boy

Yo' ass gon' be barbequed, boy

Drop that Almighty So 2 right now, bro

We need that shit right now

The streets need that shit right now

Drill need that shit right now, man, drop that shit, man

What the fuck is you waiting on, man? On baby

Every day, every day, every day

Here you come, can't even cook and eat right

Here y'all come, here y'all come

I don't know who gon' get famous for this shit

I don't know who gon' get fame for this shit

But I know one thing, when they make it, they leave

Never show them niggas your hand

Was panhandling before I was handlin' biz with pan

Private jet so I could take a flight to France

Snap ya head, nigga, nah, we ain't snipin' cans

We ain't throwin' rocks and hidin' our hands

This STO cost me four hundred bands

Can't put on another nigga if you ain't put on your mans

Since my granny left, nigga, I been goin' in

I ain't gon' lie, a nigga sick of buying cars

I think it's time for a nigga to do something smart

Nigga, I don't even use my garage as a garage

Crib in Agoura? Tryna find me one on Mars, nigga

Can't put on another nigga if you ain't puttin' on your mans

Can't put on another nigga if you ain't puttin' on your mans

Can't put on another nigga if you ain't puttin' on your mans

Can't put on another nigga if you ain't puttin' on your mans

I could lay in a ant bed, come out with no ants on me, ayy

I could lay in a forest with a tent, come out with a brown bear's head

I could live in the jungle and come out with a hyena hat, ayy

I'm in L.A. with FN, Doowop got a switch in the ride

Got a bitch up in my movie room and I got a bitch in the back

Baby hit me up so much, I'ma just start hittin' her back

She call me inconsiderate, bae, you talkin' gibberish

I hate being delirious, Sosa baby got her furious

Was mad my daughter went through a phase of sayin' "period"

BM just said she been gettin' her period

I'm like, "Damn, what? Is you serious?"

I had to laugh, Jesus, that shit had me furious

Tryna learn how to treat these women, man

Sad to say I turned out just like my damn daddy, man

I'm that kid, I ain't get to be a kid

Early age I started selling dope like my people did

I was in and out my people fridge

Smart as shit, most of the time had to be a evil kid

Lit the campfire, nigga, I'm just tryna keep it lit

Could of died if the door wasn't open and was locked like Beanie Sigel said

Bad-ass jit, always stayed doing illegal shit

Had to get it on my own, they ain't wanna give me shit

I had cluckers coming askin', "How many can we get?"

Kick your door and then we take our split when we split

I done been, I couldn't tell you how hard this shit get

Keep your heat, make sure you keep your oven mitt

Was on the bricks, now my front yard ten thousand bricks

High speed, barely got away, I gotta shit

Mickey Mouse drum, Nickelodeon, I gotta split

Pop out with that shit, porta potty, I got 'em pissed

1969 Hellcat, Jheri curl slick

I'm not the only star, kids ask my cars for pics

Pop out with the clique, what's my favorite car to pick?

Boy, you better not owe 'em, fonem stomp yo' ass with Ricks

Granny said, "I know one thing, yo' ass better get rich"

I had to show her, she ain't believe in this shit

I could lay in a ant bed, come out with no ants on me, ayy

I could lay in a forest with a tent, come out with a brown bear's head

I could live in the jungle and come out with a hyena hat, ayy

I'm in L.A. with FN, Doowop got a switch in the ride

Got a bitch up in my movie room and I got a bitch in the back

Baby hit me up so much, I'ma just start hittin' her back

She call me inconsiderate, bae, you talkin' gibberish

I hate being delirious, Sosa baby got her furious

I hate being delirious, Sosa baby got her furious

I hate being delirious, I hate being delirious

Tony Montana Flow lyrics - Chief Keef

(AKA "From A Informant Telling")

Bro

What up?

Where are you?

'Fuck you at?

You sound 'bout it as fuck

I'm 'bout to go home, I'm tryna, tryna go to you, can I?

I ain't even at the house right now

So when are you gonna be at your house?

I don't know, in a minute

Okay, I'm just going to go home, I guess

I just want the blue cheese and a thousand islands

Bitch, you want me to punch you, bitch, you wildin'-wildin'

Might not wanna come over here, 'cause bitch it's crowded crowded

Unless you Master P and bitch you 'bout it 'bout it

Shorty ass a squirter, that's a talent talent

King size beds was a palette-palette

Even in kinder garden, I wasn't tattletalin'

I ain't generous, I'm not Ellen-Ellen

Life is sweet, nigga love watermelon

I got green and I'll put it on yo' melon

Bad ass lil' nigga on the corner sellin'

Young nigga hungry, got that mornin' belly

Nigga gettin' money no matter what you selling

Tell 'em you a pit, get some dog repellent

Shorty got some time from an informant telling

Baby bro like, "Give it to me, nigga, I'ma sell it"

Baby bro gotta take it over and be smarter with it

And I'm smoking on that musty call me arm pit, man

I be lettin' my chain and wrist talk to a bunch of bitches

You can get ya Gyro'd, nigga, no Tzatziki

At your head, no Medusa-dusa

You know I be with gorillas, nigga ucka-ucka

Even when I'm by myself, I'm a noodle knocker

Pulled up, shittin' on 'em, nigga dooka-dooka

I know I ain't gotta do it, but I'm a pistol toter

Just in case the opps see me and be like, "There go Sosa"

Got a warrant, the cops saw me, like, "Let's go, Sosa"

What the fuck you was just doin' up in Mexico Sosa?

Shorty said, "When the last time you been in Chicago Sosa?"

She like "When the fuck you gon' stop smokin' that Petrol Sosa?"

She like "You smokin' gas but first was that red stuff Sosa"

She like "You ridin' foreigns but first it was the metro Sosa"

You drunk? Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I do

Bang, huh

Racks Stuffed Inna Couch lyrics - Chief Keef

Phew, wooh, phew, wooh (Sos' baby)

Phew, wooh, phew, wooh (GBE baby)

Phew, wooh (Fifth Gang, baby)

Phew, wooh, phew, wooh, phew, wooh (Sit Gang, baby, Linen Gang, baby, Get It Gang, baby)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

(Ayy, Young Malcolm)

Six hundred a ounce (Ayy), forty my waist (My waist)

Say two words (Two words), four to your face (Po, po)

Stitch his lips up (Ayy), what did he say? (What he say?)

I gotta move the bus (Bang, bang), money to make (Bang, bang)

Got his ass baked (Ayy), I was in the late (Dududuh)

Put a quarter mill' (Skrrt), pussy in the hate (Bitch)

I was goin' state (Skrrt), state to state (State)

Feet on the gas (Ahh), takin' no break (Ayy, Young Malcolm)

Hangin' out the window (Gang), throwin' my set (Gang)

Stick made him lose weight (Bang), Jenny Craig (Bang)

Tell my opps, "What up though? ", tell 'em drop dead (Bang)

Tell 'em all, "Suck a dick" (Bang), that's what I said (Bang, bang)

Put a check on his head (Bang, bang)

How much in my pants? (Bang, ayy, bang, ayy, bang, ayy)

Put a check on his head and it got six digits (Bang, bang, ayy, gang, ayy, bang, ayy, bang, ayy, ayy, bang bang, ayy)

Six digits (Ayy, ayy, ayy, bang bang)

I take my whole fuckin' hit in a minute (Bang, bang, bang)

Pull up in that car, actin' crazy, lease sittin' in it (Bang, ayy, ayy, bang bang, ayy)

I can buy a Bustdown Rollie every minute (Bang bang, dududuh)

Nigga, point me to your block, I send my shorties to talk (Bang)

He a star player, he send shots, shorty gon' score (Dududuh)

My lil' cousins just got caught with a switch in the 'Raq (Ahh, bang bang)

Your chest up, I got some shit, put you on your back (Bang, bang, bang)

Give a fuck what they got, I got that sack (Bang)

He was sneak dissin' Sosa, it got him whack' (Ftftft, beep, beep, beep, beep, dududuh)

Boy, ya on thin ice, that shit might crack (Beep, beep, bang)

All I know spend that sack and get it right back (Beep, beep, bang)

RIP Tray Savage, get hit with the MAC (Bang, Tray Savage)

I broke lil baby's heart, please see if she's intact (Ayy, ayy)

Lamborghini, Hellcat, might see the back (Skrrt)

Red Eye, scat pack, might see the Track' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

You ain't talkin' about the green, I'll fade to black (Huh?)

Since when I get white money (Ayy) and bitch, I'm black (Sos' baby, GBE baby)

Gang stupid T'd up but we don't do crack (Glo Gang)

Foenem in the trap, trappin', might slip you a pack (Sit Gang, Get It Gang, Linen Gang)

You all worried about these hoes, go flip you a pack (Ayy, ayy, gang, gang)

You been up poppin' addies, go getchu a nap (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?)

Runnin' up on the gang make yo' ass take a nap

You can give motherfucka a mile and they gon' take a lap (Bang)

I got a Tommy gun in my lap (Bang, bang)

Glory Boyz was made in the trap (Ayy, bang)

You be sneak dissin' and be on my dick (Bang, bang)

Keep your fit, we want your fitted cap (Bang, ayy)

Grab his ass up in some rentals wrap (Bang bang)

Sippin' turtle, bitch, I'm finna snap (Bang)

Ayy bro, mute the beat, I'm finna clap (Bang)

We got pig guns, nigga, crap (Bang, ayy)

Bah, bah, bah, can you crouch? (Huh?)

I got racks stuffed in the couch (Ayy, ayy)

I be in less shit in the house (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

I get animal style, In N Out (Bang, bang)

My mind be in the air like a blimp (Bang, bang)

Tie ya shoes, bitch, 'cause I'm a trip (Bang, bang)

I'm like Harley, bitch, don't give me the lip (Bang, bang)

'Bout that paper, we gon' let it rip (Bang)

You a dick suckin', dick holder, hit your lips (Bang)

Choppa shaking out my hand, had to get a grip (Bang)

It's the ass for me, baby, it's the hips (Huh?)

She said, "Smile for me, Daddy", like I'm Big Gip (Cheese)

I'm Tryna Sleep lyrics - Chief Keef

(On foenem)

I just made a million last week

Stone brought his merch on Chief

(4NEM Radio, home of the Glory Gang)

It's not a lease

On the rims, trick or treat

It's not a treat

Bitch, I'm tryna sleep

Bitch, I'm tryna sleep (Sos' baby)

I ain't got cheese? I just made a million last week

Chief my lingo and now my Stone brought his merch on Chief

Leave out the dealer, paper in my hand, it's not a lease

Black and orange Forgiatos on the rims, trick or treat

Say she wanna eat me, told that bitch, "My dick is not a treat" (No)

Bitch loud as truck, my dick said, "Shut up, bitch, I'm tryna sleep"

In the Hellcat, I told her, "Shut up, bitch, I'm tryna creep"

I'm from the hood where we sending shots right down the street

I'm from the hood, we don't use cars, we use feet

Welcome to the streets where if niggas can't fight, they use heat

Wet a boy down, it's gon' be you and not we

Welcome to the streets, it can cost your life, it's not cheap

Told that bitch, "Give me fifty percent, I'll turn you up"

I was lookin' for a boss, baby, and there you was

Bae do whatever I say, that's my kind of love (Go)

When I first met the bankroll, I said, "I'm in love" (Go)

Go

Roll the gross up

I'ma lift my doors up

Go, go

It's a new opp pack every time we roll the gross up

I'll pull up to the hood and have them lift my doors up

You can throw your fuckin' salt, I'll still get bread like cold cuts

Catch your ass up at the Moncler, then we'll give you cold cuts

I'll pull up in the Maybach, make my bitch the chauffeur

Ah, bitch, it's ten years later, they still lovin' Sosa

Pussy, is you with the feds? Fuck you takin' notes for?

Ah, fuck it, I'm the teacher, nigga, you should've said somethin'

You's a mother fuckin' deer and foenem out here head huntin'

Nigga said he fucked my bitch, I told his dumb ass, "Which one?"

Nigga played with the Wock' and now his dumb ass redrum

I'm so motherfuckin' GOATed, I should have a TED Talk

Nigga pulled up to the TED Talk, we made him spin off

Nigga laughed, now he cryin', made him wipe his grin off

Nigga, it's hot as fuck outside, you know I'll let my fan off

Pussy, and if you get skinned, dog, it knock you dread off

Baby, we breaking laws, we never had an in-law

Nigga fronted me some crack, I used my legs and ran off

Fast as Usain Bolt how that nigga ran off

I got enough money to buy some shit to have a stand off (Hell yeah)

DIRTY NACHOS (2024) - Chief Keef (with Mike WiLL Made-It)

• INTRO
• DIRTY NACHOS
• DOJA
• RIDICULOUSNESS
• DAMN SHORTY
• WHY YOU MAD
• WATCH FOR THE PIGS
• PROMENADE
• LOVE DON'T LIVE HERE
• STATUS
• HARLEY QUINN
• BANG BANG 

INTRO lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

Trap-A-Holics mixtapes

Your call has been forwarded to voicemail

The person you're trying to reach is not available

At the tone, please record your message

When you have finished recording, you may hang up

So, fuck goin' on, boy?

Man, ay, look, I'm on the 'net

I'm seein' motherfuckers keep askin' for new shit

And then I'm seein' motherfuckers still leakin' shit

Them bangers we got in the cut, we goin' 'head and drop a couple of them man, give 'em a mixtape

You know what I'm saying? Ain't gotta be—

It ain't gotta be the new shit we workin' on

It ain't gotta be the new-ish shit we workin' on

But, yeah, we gon' go 'head and give 'em a mixtape right quick, man

Know what I'm sayin'? A lil' snack, a lil somethin' to hold them over 'til they get the main course

Call that shit "Dirty Nachos" or somethin', man, feed the streets

Good hood snack, you feel me?

Shit, let me know what you think, bruh

Other than that, man, I'll see yo' ass in Aspen, I'm on the next flight

DIRTY NACHOS lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

EarDrummers

Mike WiLL

Young Rari

Mike WiLL

Niggas stay a feet, don't come on my street, ayy

The bitch know Keef always got somethin' on his feet, ayy

I'm lookin' at my son, and he grew a couple feet, ayy

Know I be with my boys and I ain't talkin' Backstreet (Backstreet)

They be tryna front, pull up on the backstreet (Skrrt, skrrt)

Know I got money, don't be tryna tax me (Tryna tax me)

If he on some business, nigga, you can fax me (Fax me)

She like when I get the time gone, like last week (Like last week)

It's fifty-two degrees and I'm wearing a hoodie (Hoodie)

Chief So, what's that I smell? That good kushy (Kushy)

I heard you with the police force, and you a rookie (You a rookie)

I'm walkin' 'round this bitch like a liquor tootsie (Liquor tootsie)

I heard you ain't fuck her, but you ate the pussy (Ate the pussy)

I ain't even wanna fuck that bitch, it look weak (That shit look weak)

Tell my brother, "Bring me back some clothes from Japanese" (Japanese)

I might be with a Chinese bitch, but bitch, I'm Capanese

Eenie, meenie, miney, mo, I got a tiger by his feet (Tiger by his feet)

King of the jungle, watchin' out for robberies (Robberies)

Looked up in my shoes and they say made in Italy

Went and bought a mop, oh yeah, I named it slippery (Named it slippery)

Ayy, don't slip, nigga (Don't slip)

Don't slip, nigga (Don't slip)

Don't slip, nigga (Don't slip, nigga)

My shoes tied, I don't trip, nigga (Ayy)

And If I'm in the club, I'm in the VIP, nigga (In the VIP, nigga)

Light ya up, LED strip, nigga

Act like you got it locked, you get zipped, nigga (You get zipped, nigga)

And I'm real fuckin' cool, I got them whips, nigga (I got them whips, nigga)

Nigga, get off your block and take a trip, nigga

(Get off your block and take a trip, nigga, take a trip, nigga)

Nigga, get off your block and take a trip, nigga

(Get off your block and take a trip, nigga, take a trip, nigga)

Nigga, get off your block and take a trip, nigga

(Get off your block and take a trip, nigga, take a trip, nigga)

DOJA lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

Ay (Phew)

[?] gang (Trap-a-Holics, bitch)

Go, go (Phew)

Go (Phew)

(Damn, son! Where'd you find this?)

Chief Sosa, I smoke doja (Phew)

I'm in the Rolls with your bitch bent over (Phew)

In the Rover with the soldiers (Phew)

And we got the fucking poles move over (Phew)

Got the toaster and the holster (Phew)

I got angels hovering over my shoulders (Phew)

Twin glicks, nigga. I call 'em "Olsens" (Phew)

I'm so drippy, nigga, I'ma need a coaster (Phew)

Hop off the jet and get straight to the bag

Fuck the lil' niggas, we bigger than that (Phew)

We hit the club and we enter the back

Behind me, lil' bro got a stick in his bag (Phew)

Ricky ran off and got hit in the back

Pull up on that ho and put dick in her back (Phew)

Ay, nah, hold up, hold up, hold up, Trap. Hold up, Pharris

Yeah, see, nah, this that motherfucker Sosa just sent me to listen to right quick

You know what I'm saying? We can't give 'em too much

Man, this that "Dirty Nachos" shit, man

Shit already coming in hot, shit already spicy

Man, let's keep that motherfucker rolling, man

Main course on the way

RIDICULOUSNESS lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

Shoutout Mike WiLL (Young Rari), Shawn Ferrari, Ear Drummers (Rari)

What the fuck is "Dirty Nachos"?

(Damn, son! Where'd you find this?)

Ay, ay, ay, ay, gang (Yoom), gang (Yoom), gang (Skrrt)

Ay (Skrrt), ay

Goin' 149 in a 55 (Yoom, 55, skrrt, skrrt)

You might see me in the sky, I be really high (Dope, dope, dope)

Foreign truck, bitch, it ain't nothin' basic (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Smoked the whole blunt, bitch said, "Why you facin'?" (Skrrt)

Bitch, you ain't my brother, you can't hit my blunt (No)

Lookin' like that nigga and I feel like that (That nigga)

Puffin' flute, saxophone, clarinet (Puff, puff, puff, puff)

Skinny jeans on tryna stuff the racks (Ftftft, beep)

Nigga, we don't love these bitches (No)

I ain't goin' out in public with these bitches (Uh uh)

She suck me, she suck you, ooh, she vicious (Uh huh)

All these hoes be actin' like bougie bitches (Damn)

These hoes can't drive, that shit too ridiculous

Somebody call Rob, my watch too ridiculous (It's too ridiculous, bling, bling, bling)

Young nigga still on his road to riches (Road to riches)

This dumb nigga spent his cash on dope and bitches (Dope and bitches)

Grandma say I be on too much ridiculousness (ay, ay, ay)

No computer, we'll break a nigga shit (Duhduhduh, skuddaskuh)

No computer, we'll fix a nigga shit (Skuddaskuh)

There go his block, John Wick that nigga's shit (ay)

Call Will, we finna hitch that nigga shit (ay, baow)

I named the truck Ludacris, disturbin' the peace (Disturbin' the peace)

Who you buying pills from? They serving bleach (They serving bleach, bang, bang)

I got a condo on my neck, who wanna live here? (Bang, bang)

We done lost a couple soldiers but we still here (Bang, gang)

In the V10 rollin' like a wheelchair (Skrrt, skrrt)

Brick ass nigga, we got steel, fam, ay (Baow, bang, bang)

Two-tone Cuban, you might see me in Cuba, ay (Bling, bling)

Frozen 'cause my jeweler (True)

Them ain't VVS, you got yo' necklace from a fooler, ay (Fu-fu, fool)

They sold you that in Fuji (In Fuji)

My youngin' 'nem woulda go to blowin' at the jeweler, ay (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)

Sippin' a PT cruisin'

You know my shit fast, you think it ain't how we be cruisin', ay

Ay, bitches droolin' on the jewelery

Goin' to school to be a doctor so I asked her can she cure me, ay

Seven hundred horses call Polo

Nigga, we was lookin' for you, nigga, Marco Polo

Grandma say I be on too much ridiculousness (ay, ay, ay)

No computer, we'll break a nigga shit (Duhduhduh, skuddaskuh)

No computer, we'll fix a nigga shit (Skuddaskuh)

There go his block, John Wick that nigga's shit (ay)

Call Will, we finna hitch that nigga shit (ay, baow)

I named the truck Ludacris, disturbin' the peace (Disturbin' the peace)

Who you buying pills from? They serving bleach (They serving bleach, bang, bang)

I got a condo on my neck, who wanna live here? (Bang, bang)

We done lost a couple soldiers but we still here (Bang, gang)

In the V10 rollin' like a wheelchair (Skrrt, skrrt)

Brick ass nigga, we got steel, fam, ay (Baow, bang, bang)

New foreigns outside, they ain't leased

Nigga say he in his bag, not more than me

Trap house bigger than Uncle Phil crib

Nigga, and my momma don't even live here

Stuntin' on the counters and the steel chairs

Pushin' old money with a wheelchair

Call me Ballout, baby, the pills bear

On the tour bus and we hit a damn deer

Fresh as hell and I ain't goin' to no cemetery

Nigga, don't get put on a obituary

DAMN SHORTY lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It (feat. Sexyy Red)

Damn (R-R-R-Rari)

Damn shorty, this one ain't even on purpose man

Damn shorty, shoot on accident

Damn shorty, they thought about I am

Damn shorty, damn shorty

Damn shorty, outside of my set tho

How you fit that Glock in them tight ass pants shorty

They like how you get it, damn shorty

How you pulling up in the Lamb' shorty

Niggas like who that at the door like damn shorty

We'll shoot yo ass while you on cam shorty

If we can't get ya we gon' catch ya fam shorty

I'm like Tracy come out cut and slam shorty

Me and gang in LA, we'll ram shorty

Damn shorty

I can't come to yo' city I'm finna land shorty

I'll pop you, we ain't throwing hands shorty

I'll turn yo ass a new strand shorty

I'm off tooka, we don't do the Xans shorty

Damn shorty, damn shorty

Make the chopper sing big baby DRAM shorty

We'll catch you in the club, Sam shorty

Get to spraying cooking butter, bam shorty

Damn shorty, Damn shorty

We just watching out for Uncle Sam shorty

They like Sosa, "When you get that Lamb' shorty"

You already know what I am shorty

Damn shorty, damn shorty

You should already know I rep' my gang shorty

You already know I tuck no chain shorty

You can't hang shorty, you tuck yo' chain shorty

You was tryna hang, got yo' dumb ass banged shorty

We ain't playing around shorty this ain't no game shorty

On a roof feel like I'm on a crane shorty

You be rocking where? Boy, you ain't Dame shorty

I was on the CTA bus and a train shorty

Never got big headed since I got fame shorty (I got fame)

You dropped yo' __cpLocation when we came shorty (Ayy, came)

Before we kill you we gone give you that pain shorty (Give ya that pain)

They threw me in the booth told me go insane shorty (Du-da-duh)

Got Hermes umbrella, in case it rain shorty

Riding around yo city with me and my same shorties (Same shorty)

Finna come bowl on you

Better stay in yo' lane shorty (Lane shorty, ayy)

How you fit that Glock in them tight ass pants shorty

They like how you get it, damn shorty

How you pulling up in the Lamb' shorty

Niggas like who that at the door like damn shorty

We'll shoot yo ass while you on cam shorty

If we can't get ya we'll catch ya fam shorty

I'm like Tracy come out cut and slam shorty

Me and gang in LA, with the Rams shorty

Damn shorty

Me and gang in LA, with the Rams shorty

Get to spraying cooking butter, bam shorty

If we can't get ya we'll catch ya fam shorty

I'll turn yo ass into a new strand shorty

How you fit that Glock in them tight ass pants shorty

They like how you get it, damn shorty

How you pulling up in the Lamb' shorty

Niggas like who that at the door like damn shorty

We'll shoot yo ass while you on cam shorty

If we can't get ya we'll catch ya fam shorty

I'm like Tracy come out cut and slam shorty

Me and gang in LA, with the Rams shorty

Damn shorty

WHY YOU MAD lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Mm, hmm, hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm

Mike Will, Mike Will, Mike Will, Mike Will

Trap-A-Holics, bitch

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Yeah, bang bang bang bang, yeah, yeah, bang bang, yeah, ay

(Damn, son! Where'd you find this?)

Gotta have a ball

I have it all

I gotta ball

Speedin' too hard

Please call the law

Bitch, I'm the boss

Old school Ross

2020 comin' in

She got out and told her friends

Told her come and eat my dick

I don't know if I should send

I can have her and her friend

And I don't care if they're twins

Chickens be clucking like hens

And I pull up in a Benz

Nigga hatin' on me, I don't know why

Pro'ly 'cause he a fuckin' broke boy

I done sold more coke than a coke boy

Is you gangster now, I don't know, boy

Why you mad at me?

Why you mad at me?

That's how you gon' be

I'm still gonna eat

Why you mad at me?

Why you mad at me?

That's how you gon' be

I'm still gonna eat

Niggas be like wa-wa-wa

Wa-wa-wa

Don't be mad

Go get a bag

Wa-wa-wa

Wa-wa-wa

Get in yo bag

You lookin' sad

WATCH FOR THE PIGS lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

(What the fuck is Dirty Nachos?)

(This Chicago, nigga)

Ay, put some cheese on that motherfucker

(Damn, son! Where'd you find this?)

Neighbors real nosey, weed real flunky

I'm a weed Junkie

Got filet cash, but I still eat baloney

Beef ravioli, turn to Master Chovey

Grab the macaroni, come and smack his homie

You know I got it on me, flat em like a Sony (Real trap shit)

Burn em like a phony

In Florida like I'm Tony

Bitches said she saw me, she thought she saw my Audi

Okay hoe, I'm outty, I just want the toppy

You said it was your hobby

Well, why you ain't do it sloppy?

Yeah, I got my moppy

Okay cool, you copy

Dare you try to rob me

Turn you to a zombie

Baby, you're a lil boy, he calling for his mommy

In a red car, getting head by a blondie

Chopper started laughing, I'm like this shit ain't funny

I might be wearing a see-through coat, you tryna find me

Yeah, we open, like a plaza

Screen a nigga, like a plasma

Got the pump, like some asthma

Spray your block, like a tagger

Foot down. It's going faster

Football, we gon' catch 'em

50 shots, it's a massacre

Taste some blood. Bitch, it's Dracula

With a boy band, call him spectacular

Uh-uh, he smoking regular

One of my hoes, BM was dragging her

They flipping gangs, these niggas spatulas

I know she fucking, bitch I'm a happener

She put it down, I have to laugh at her

She curious, to why I don't ride with her

Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up

Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up

Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up

Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up

Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up

PROMENADE lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

Yung Rari, Yung Rari

R-r-r-r-r-r-rari

I know you going through some shit (Going through some shit)

Keep it going, you gon' be lit (You gon' be lit)

I know you dreamin' chains and a wrist (Chains and a wrist)

When you forty, is you gon' exist? (Is you gon' exist?)

Take my goals and scratch them off the list (Scratch them off the list)

And you know that we gotta pay the rent (Gotta pay the rent)

See them snakes and they're gonna hiss (They're gonna hiss)

Ain't no playin' me, girl I ain't no flick (Girl I ain't no flick)

Think she playin' me? Ain't that 'bout a bitch (Ain't that 'bout a bitch)

On my wrist, bitch, that is 'bout a brick, ay (That is 'bout a brick)

Come this way, play it like a mixtape, ay (Play it like a mixtape, yeah)

She say my dick is 'bout how much a brick weigh, yeah ('bout how much a brick weigh)

Niggas houses lookin' haunted, I won't even want that shit (No, no no)

He can have her, he want that bitch (Nah)

She like to listen to "That's It", she ain't know my dick was that big (Nah, nah)

Walk and talk then I hit my hit

Sara Lee let me get my bread, kick that bitch outta my bed (Get out)

You ain't hood, boy, you a fed, knock your ass out like Craig

I'ma journey in the middle like Shrek, I be on that shit all day

Beat went off again? Oh my God

What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (Lemonade, aye aye aye aye)

We got clips like the promenade (Promenade)

Blowin' up like a damn grenade (Boom, damn grenade)

I'ma arsenal tryna set a blaze (Set a blaze)

Cops try to get us everyday (Everyday)

Granny was on minimum wage (Wage, granny)

You a dog but I be bending the cage (Bending the cage, no)

I'm standin' in a line of damus (Yeah)

I'm standin' in the line, of lines (Lines)

If I ask how she doin', you know she fine (Bang bang)

I hit that bitch so hard she see sta-a-ars

Might have to beat her boyfriend, let me mo-o-opp

She told me get her Uber and three sta-a-ars

She like "why you ain't take me in your ca-a-ar?" (I'm like nah)

What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (Lemonade, aye aye aye aye)

We got clips like the promenade (Promenade)

Blowin' up like a damn grenade (Boom, damn grenade)

I'ma arsenal tryna set a blaze (Set a blaze)

Cops try to get us everyday (Everyday)

Granny was on minimum wage (Wage, granny)

You a dog but I be bending the cage (Bending the cage, no)

What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (Lemonade, aye aye aye aye)

We got clips like the promenade (Promenade)

Blowin' up like a damn grenade (Boom, damn grenade)

I'ma arsenal tryna set a blaze (Set a blaze)

Cops try to get us everyday (Everyday)

Granny was on minimum wage (Wage, granny)

You a dog but I be bending the cage (Bending the cage, no)

What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (Lemonade, aye aye aye aye)

We got clips like the promenade (Promenade)

Blowin' up like a damn grenade (Boom, damn grenade)

I'ma arsenal tryna set a blaze (Set a blaze)

Cops try to get us everyday (Everyday)

Granny was on minimum wage (Wage, granny)

You a dog but I be bending the cage (Bending the cage, no)

LOVE DON'T LIVE HERE lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

Y'all know what it is nigga, GBE baby, know how the fuck we rockin'

Somebody call the ambulance, I'm havin' an ice attack

All these motherfuckin' diamonds on me, brrp, bling, yeah

I know y'all be sitting back like: So ain't on none of that clout shit

We don't do shit for clout, we don't pull up just to stunt nigga

We just pull off a stunt nigga, ay

Watch just glisten, shit we still kickin'

Pull up to the 'rari lot, in some white linen

On some pig shit skin 'em, thousand dollar denim

Three thousand dollar pipe, you can get hit with 'em

Shells let off we've done it, nigga we just did 'em

Somebody gave me laxative, I ain't mean to shit 'em

And my shorty kill 'em, he ain't got to rip 'em

No I ain't a judge, I upped the gavel and appeal him

Blasting off, blasting off, in a NASCAR

They asked why I bought it, it's a fast car

Pull up to your ball game, hit the Mascot

I'll chase your ass down like a Jaguar

Car steady going, this bitch can't even stop

We don't want no beef, these niggas really cops

Pourin' up that 'wock, shit make me flock

Run up in the spot, forgot to hit my lock, on the cop

Oh he Muslim, believe in Allah, gotta X6M, I ain't even get a drop

Rippty-rippty-hot, skippty-dippty-clot

He feel like he real but he not, you can just get we got

I got a plane around my neck who want a flight

Gang slip bitch pull up you tryna try

Police ass niggas callin' the other guys

Send his ass in the up alley like Bob Hayes

I just took off and they hate that shit

Get that bitch a 40 told her engrave that shit

Lambo look like black hair like I braided that shit

And my name on it, I engraved that bitch

I just pulled it out man 'cause I said that bitch

Just took off I feel like I raised that bitch

I'm one of them niggas that don't play that shit

Ridin' with my bulldog smoking catpiss

I got the paprica, I got desert eagle, I love me senorita

Muy bonita, Eureka, she wanna see me she eager

Boy it's down this evening, you gon' be missing the season

Want beef? Give me a reason, I used to steal out the store

Now I pimp out the store, bitch, I'm peeling in the store

I got 50 racks and more, 16 ounces up in my coat

All this Off White like I promote, I just spent that on my yachty

You's a pendejo mayate, she just put you on the block page

Don't make me get back to my block ways, I need a mocha latte

I'm in the cockpit with the pilot, oh, you think that you not it

Bullets hit you let my watch hit, I got a .40 cal stop shit

I got a .45 drop shit, I was 16 with a cop stick

With a cop but that shit not nigga, lookin' for love it don't live here

Fuck you knockin' on the door for? Almost hit your with this .44

I'ma smack you with this chokehold, I'm in Tokyo no dojo

I might buy a speedboat, ho, and you know I got the ho-hoes

Sosa said I leave them Glo poles, light you up now it's a Glo show

It's lighting up bitch it's a Glo pole, she takin' pics up in a Glo room

You gotta go I got a show soon, I pull the car up out the show room

It's just for two you ain't got no room, bury your body in your old room

She tryna fuck she went to my old school, I started off feelin' like out school

Kay Kay like dad I ain't got no school, little shawty smart, man, she ain't no fool

Her friends told her "Yo dad is so cool", I bought some sticks but don't play no pool

You live in LA and ain't got no pool, you ain't shit boy you ain't got no pull

Girl, my engine sound so dull, aye

STATUS lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

Ayy

Ayy, Mike Will

Fuck should we do wit' these niggas, man?

Okay, okay, put him in the trunk (Trunk)

Put him in the forest, change his name to Gump (Gump)

Soon as I let the window down, you gon' smell the skunk (Dope)

Legendary, write my name in Rosetta Stone (Stone, ayy)

Yeah, you got a chain, but you a punk (Punk)

Yeah, I got a pump, I'll let it rock like punk (Punk)

Four pair of triple S's, bitch, you gettin' stomped (Buh, buh)

Speedin' in the foreign, pockets holdin' all the humps

Young rich homie, but I don't know that nigga Quan (Nah)

Neck on lagoon, boy, your shit be on pond (Huh?)

Snakes in the grass when we stompin' on the lawn (Stomp)

Been a bad boy, bitch, I feel like Martin Lawrence

And I'm gettin' head in a foreign, where I'm goin'? (Skrrt)

Gettin' a massage in a foreign while I'm drivin' (Skrrt)

All black truck, that bitch look like I'm hidin'

Took her to the hood and she mumbled, "Niggas savage" (Niggas savage, ayy)

Nigga, get a farm and get some cabbage (Ayy)

Nigga, get a farm and get some cabbage (Get some cabbage)

Nigga, get a farm and get some cabbage (Cabbage)

Nigga, get a farm and get some cabbage (Ayy)

I be trying to break my bad habits (My bad habits)

Diamonds singin' on a bitch like Lenny Kravitz (Like Lenny Kravitz)

Put you to a end like some credits (End)

Chopper put you up like a status (Bang)

When I pull up, you know I'm swaggin' (Swaggin')

He actin' like a killer, nigga braggin' (Nigga braggin')

Somebody tell security, let the bag in (Let the bag in)

Walk up in the club, get the backend (Get the backend)

They won't even know a nigga packin' (Packin')

I might be high, but I ain't lackin' (But I ain't lackin')

Flame a little blunt, don't stressin' (Don't)

Gotta have the lead 'cause bitches sketchy (Sketchy)

Four years probation, judge petty (Judge petty)

Oh, you think you got me? Let's get it (Let's get it)

Knock, knock, knock, bitch, it's FedEx (Knock, knock)

They can read about you on Reddit (On Reddit)

I'll put your life on Amazon (On Amazon)

Hoppin' out the Dawn like I've been a don (Been a don)

Niggas always sour like vinegar (Vinegar)

I'm trying to fit five, six bitches in the car (Bitches in the car)

I'm trying to fit five, six bitches in the car (Bitches in the car)

Niggas always sour like vinegar (Vinegar)

I'm trying to fit five, six bitches in the car (Bitches in the car)

Bitch, I'm on Saturn, 'bout to eat the moon (Moon)

She won't only eat the dick, the bitch will eat a shroom (Shroom)

Spider webbin' hoes, we gon' need a broom

It's 12 AM, but you won't see the noon (Noon)

Bitch, I've been a goon, I don't need a gun (Nah)

How you ride through my hood and you ain't see the guns?

Make the stick breakdance, I don't need no tunes

Tell your bitch, "Hey, baby, go in either room"

Let's get it

Pull up to the county, tell 'em, "Free the goons" (Huh?)

You always sad, I'm watching fuckin' sea bloom (Huh? Huh? Huh?)

Tell 'em, "Sip the red in the green room" (Ayy)

Crazy ass sandals at a cookout (Bang)

Security ass nigga, be a lookout

Where George at? I'm slidin' to the Bush house (Skrrt)

Act like I was east when it went south

Four piece on my neck, feel like Harold's (Bling, bling, bling)

"Sosa, is you straight?" Yeah, I'm narrow (Yeah)

Tell Robin Hood to sharpen up my arrows (Huh?)

Have my bitch beat a bitch, red sparrow (Bang)

And I'm havin' more stripes than a shelltoe (Shelltoe)

I be smokin' more trees than a Timberland (Timberland)

Hang him off a tree if I catch Zimmerman (Zimmerman)

Let his ass die, bitch, fuck the ambulance (Buh, buh, buh, buh)

Let his ass die, bitch, fuck the ER (Buh)

I'll drive a smart car through a street war (Skrrt)

Man, these niggas suckin' dick for some PR, ayy (Skrrt, skrrt, woo, woo, yeah)

You got a drum, I got a drum, let's have a beat war (Bang)

Blue jeans, gray jeans, let's have a jean war (Bang, bang)

Nigga, you need to close your eyes, you've never seen war (Bitch, woo, woo, woo, yeah)

Man, I'm fucked up, ridin' with that Glock docked

Make the gang beat your ass, bitch, I'm Papa Doc (Beat it)

Squally ass nigga, nigga, you a copper cop (Cop, squally)

When my locksmith pull up and pop a lock

'Posed to cock and pop, pussy, but you popped and dropped (Dropped)

And my son a fucking prince like he with Rap-A-Lot

Bang (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

Bang (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

Bang, bang (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

Bang, bang, bang (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

Yeah

Skrrt

Beat it

Cop

Squally

Pop it

And drop it