Gang Gang lyrics - Chief Keef
30 got the vocals, lay it down on Pro Tools
In my expensive snow shoes, vegetarian tofu
Big Ben Franklin, I love you, loyalty, I love you more
Cheese on my fingers but I ain't talking Dorito
Put a bitch on a plane, since I got cash, ain't been the same
I spend two grand, in case I get caught up in the rain
These boys fuckin' lame, they sure like the gang
What the kids throwin' up? (Gang, gang), everybody know (Gang, gang)
Who they locking up? (Gang)
Who the hoes gon' fuck? (Gang, gang)
Who they need to free? (Gang)
Who put niggas to sleep? (Gang, gang)
Who need to be on a leash? (Gang)
Who getting topped by a freak? (Gang, gang)
Who the real niggas we losin'? (Gang)
Who slide with me, cruisin'? (Gang, gang)
If you can't stand the heat (Gang)
Then you definitely not (Gang, gang)
Who I let back in? (Gang)
Right after I let 'em out (Gang, gang)
You sneak dissin', you are not (Gang)
Who said what was that about? (Gang, gang)
Who my original? (Gang)
AKA ride or die (Gang, gang)
Tadoe and Ball' (Gang)
I'm up in the mall with (Gang, gang)
Mama hate when I call her (Gang)
The people is holling (Gang, gang)
Who got drip like a faucet? (Gang)
Who you gon' die for? (Gang, gang)
Get you knocked off, you not (Gang)
I feel like Pablo (Gang, gang)
30 got the vocals, lay it down on Pro Tools
In my expensive snow shoes, vegetarian tofu
Big Ben Franklin, I love you, loyalty, I love you more
Cheese on my fingers but I ain't talking Dorito
Put a bitch on a plane, since I got cash, ain't been the same
I spend two grand, in case I get caught up in the rain
These boys fuckin' lame, they sure like the gang
What the kids throwin' up? (Gang, gang), everybody know (Gang, gang)
Chirp chirp, "Who this?" (Gang)
"Oh, how you comin'?" (Gang)
He like "Where you at?" (Gang)
I'm like "Out in London" (Gang)
He like "Fuck with me" (Gang)
I'm like "Hold on" (Gang)
"I'm losing reception" (Gang)
"Plus the V12 on it" (Gang)
Before I could walk or could spell (Gang)
What I want to when I was little? (Gang)
What I grow up to be? (Gang)
I used to steal bikes when I was little with (Gang)
Then I moved to cars with (Gang)
Long way from hittin' cribs with (Gang)
Who they say that I did it with? (Gang)
Long live them niggas (Gang)
From out here trippin' with inches
30 got the vocals, lay it down on Pro Tools
In my expensive snow shoes, vegetarian tofu
Big Ben Franklin, I love you, loyalty, I love you more
Cheese on my fingers but I ain't talking Dorito
Put a bitch on a plane, since I got cash, ain't been the same
I spend two grand, in case I get caught up in the rain
These boys fuckin' lame, they sure like the gang
What the kids throwin' up? (Gang, gang), everybody know (Gang, gang)
Let's get it, catchup
Water Resort lyrics - Chief Keef
Woke up, brush my teeth
Thank the Lord that I'm here today
Stole Toyotas, now I hop out the 'Cat, hop in a Wraith
I'm a fuckin' king, where's my throne?
Bring a young nigga some grapes
This bitch talk too much, oh my God
Bring a young nigga some tape
Just 'cause I got cash, don't mean I won't smoke your ass like a Newport, shorty
I guess I gotta learn, it's just some shit that I can't do no more
Don't come in our radius, ay, young nigga, tell ya crew to abort
Hop in that wet-wet, shorty somethin' like a water resort
With a bitch named Arissa (Huh?)
Going faster than a missile (Yoon)
Too blunts with a tissue (God)
Girl shooting at me like a pistol (Bang)
Ay, hit a bitch with a whistle
What's on my feet? They Balencis (Bs)
I got a dirty mouth, need to rinse it (Yeah)
I need all the bread and the biscuits (Bitch)
Slippers came with shoestrings (Yeah)
TEC still got a shoestring (Bang)
Fully flexed up, too clean
Twenty thousand and I bought two things (Bitch)
Sent granny and momma a 50 (Yeah)
Bitch want me to sign her titties (Huh?)
I need you to mind your business (Yeah)
Where the cash at? Go get it (Ftftft)
Where the bitches at? Go fuck 'em (Beep)
Where the opps at? Don't duck 'em (Nah)
The law hate me so fuck 'em (Huh?)
These niggas fake don't hug 'em (Huh?)
Sosa bipolar, don't bug him (Nah)
You already know he don't trust 'em (Nah)
The nigga too cool, get a oven (Yeah)
He one egg short from a dozen (Huh? Bang, bang)
Woke up, brush my teeth
Thank the Lord that I'm here today
Stole Toyotas, now I hop out the 'Cat, hop in a Wraith
I'm a fuckin' king, where's my throne?
Bring a young nigga some grapes
This bitch talk too much, oh my God
Bring a young nigga some tape
Just 'cause I got cash, don't mean I won't smoke your ass like a Newport, shorty
I guess I gotta learn, it's just some shit that I can't do no more
Don't come in our radius, ay, young nigga, tell ya crew to abort
Hop in that wet-wet, shorty somethin' like a water resort
You ain't smokin' by the ounce, you can bounce (You can bounce)
I don't smoke no mid, I smoke super loud (Super loud, dope)
Damn near quit the lean, see if I can do without it (ay, huh?)
On Illustrator makin' me a new medallion (Bling)
Be careful this package is super fragile (Hmm)
And my dog keep eating my Gucci sandals (Gucci sandals)
Hoes see me in person like, "Ooh he handsome" (Hmm)
Tryna stuff this cash in my Gucci pants (Ftftft)
Man, these niggas be having me fucked up (Beep, beep, beep)
When the boss talking shut the fuck up (Fuck up, bitch)
Some of these hoes say I act stuck up (Huh?)
Know it's fuck you if it's fuck us
Chief Sosa, how come you don't trust us? (Huh?)
What's the chances light came down and struck us
Need to learn how to take down your instructions
Gotta have Ben Frank, Grant, Jack all in structure
My dog fresher than you
My daughter is too
My heat get to stuttering
Get barbecue-cue'd
My heat get to stuttering
Duh duh da doo doo
Foes at my door like doo doo
They know I'm gorilla like, "Uh-uh"
Woke up, brush my teeth
Thank the Lord that I'm here today
Stole Toyotas, now I hop out the 'Cat, hop in a Wraith
I'm a fuckin' king, where's my throne?
Bring a young nigga some grapes
This bitch talk too much, oh my God
Bring a young nigga some tape
Just 'cause I got cash, don't mean I won't smoke your ass like a Newport, shorty
I guess I gotta learn, it's just some shit that I can't do no more
Don't come in our radius, ay, young nigga, tell ya crew to abort
Hop in that wet-wet, shorty somethin' like a water resort
I Need More lyrics - Chief Keef
Uh aye bang (Bitch bang bang bang)
Bang (Sosa baby)
Bang (eskitit)
Bang (you hear me bitch)
Bang (good)
Bang
You talking to me, where you got to be
I got the pump, it's in my sleeve
Kill, defeat, I'm on some feet
Feel like Obama up in the V.I.P.
No JPG you see me
Diamond dance CB, get your red and blue goggles
'Cause I'm coming 3D
Send them boys do drill then I send 'em three deep
All this dopey dope, call me Sosa de'blanco
Bitch I'm flowing like I'm off a yacht
Really need to cop me a helicopter
This hot boy movie and I'm Silkk the Shocker
Off the syrup, syrup no fuckin' waffles
We threw away a whole fuckin' body
Get them thrown at your fucking squad
Heat sensor on my fucking gun
Fuck that bitch pull my pants up run them bands up
If the bitch call won't answer
Vroom vroom motor havin' tantrums
Told that bitch "you canceled", told that bitch I got cancer
Bitch put a seatbelt on but like I'm playin' ball in the whip
She know I got handles
What I just say finna' tell her [?] bitch it ain't no [?]
Where that money at (I need more)
Girl, that's some good pussy let me get some more of that (I need more, yeah bitch, I need more)
Give ya a hand like yeah throw it back (I need more)
Off of the drink but still running around like a rugrat (aye) (I need more)
Damn the design exclusive (I need more)
Big doobie got me on Jupiter (I need more, yeah bitch, I need more)
FN go de do do (bang) (I need more)
I know I got a couple skrty skrs (skrty skrs) (I need more)
I need more (I need more)
Gimmie dat. Gimmie dat (I need more)
Gotta throw away, gotta get rid of that (I need more)
That check over there can you hand me that (I need more)
Fans writing on pictures like (I need more)
Ding ding it's a thot like (I need more)
She gave me a hundred feet but (I need more)
I done smoked all the reefer (I need more)
Two more ounces in the two seater but (I need more)
FN navigated (I need more)
Shit got me concentrated (I need more)
You can keep playing (I need more)
Done performing but they keep saying (I need more)
Where the Visine (I need more)
'Cause my eyes red (I need more)
Why your ass yell (I need more)
Bring it over here (I need more)
Gotta a couple pills but (I need more)
I'm like fuck all the other shit (I need more)
Yeah I got ice on (I need more)
Yeah I can't count but (I need more)
Shot all the hollows (I need more)
Said she gone swallow (I need more)
That why you know when I call (I need more)
You so where are you (I need more)
Where that money at (I need more)
Girl, that's some good pussy let me get some more of that (I need more, yeah bitch, I need more)
Give ya a hand like yeah throw it back (I need more)
Off of the drink but still running around like a rugrat (aye) (I need more)
Damn the design exclusive (I need more)
Big doobie got me on Jupiter (I need more, yeah bitch, I need more)
FN go de do do (bang) (I need more)
I know I got a couple skrty skrs (skrty skrs) (I need more)
I need more (I need more)
We're Everywhere lyrics - Chief Keef
We over here, we over there
We over here, we over there, ay
We over here, we over there
We everywhere, you never there
Rock Human Races, got every pair
We're here and there, we're everywhere
My team, yeah, here, there, they're everywhere
I got these 700s everywhere
And my coat made out of fuckin' bear
I still got Yeezy's I didn't fuckin' wear
You dig? These diamonds everywhere
Leave the restaurant, the paparazzi everywhere
I swear this bitch so freaky, she gon' top me anywhere
Yeah I got on my chains and I'ma rock 'em anywhere
Trippin' over shit 'cause I got designer everywhere
Just flew a little lady out, but I her hair is sheddin' everywhere
Send her fine ass right back, without an ordinary care
And the kicks that's on my toes are not an ordinary pair
My house got TVs everywhere
Three here, three there, three there, three there
I ain't gotta type and I sure don't got a care
For the Pledge of Allegiance I'm sitting down in my chair
You cannot check me, 'less you writin' a check to me
Act like she don't be everywhere tryna fool me
Bitch went to the bathroom, she was trippin' over NMDs
Welcome to the show, this is a Chief Sosa assembly
She love the Glo Gang briefs, she stop suckin', said "I'm stealing these"
Diamonds in my bezel, lookin like motherfuckin' earrings
And this white gold, this ain't motherfuckin' sterling
Had to tell my bitch, "Get out your motherfuckin' feelings."
We over here, we over there
We everywhere, you never there
Rock Human Races, got every pair
We're here and there, we're everywhere
My team, yeah, here, there, they're everywhere
I got these 700s everywhere
And my coat made out of fuckin' bear
I still got Yeezy's I didn't fuckin' wear
I got shit I forgot about
Bitch, your weak ass service goin' in and out
FN a blow dryer, air you out (aye)
I'm doing too much loud, can't hear you out (aye)
What these is, bitch? These AMIRI
She ask me somethin', I told her bitch ask SIRI
They're like "Where you get "Almighty So" from?". From Jim Carrey
Cops shot 17, shots they missed, that's legendary
Aye, 762, Hail Mary, make shit, very scary
I don't give a fuck if y'all everywhere, spread a little bit fire everywhere
Off-White everywhere
Plus [?] trippin' my Hellcat, that bitch fishtailin' anywhere
Bitch I got Bape everywhere and I got apes everywhere
Swear the bitch head was a fairy tale
I'm a lion so I got a hairy tail
Got a thong-wearin' pussy from Riverdale
Way she give it to me, she don't give a damn
Got a bitch from 8 mile like Eminem sell the SL11 for some M&Ms (bang)
We over here, we over there
We everywhere, you never there
Rock Human Races, got every pair
We're here and there, we're everywhere
My team, yeah, here, there, they're everywhere
I got these 700s everywhere
And my coat made out of fuckin' bear
I still got Yeezy's I didn't fuckin' wear
Randomly lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)
[Tadoe (Chief Keef):]
Got a hundred pounds coming in from Jamaica
Smoking on this damn purple, like the fuckin' Lakers
I just fucked on your thot now she wanna date me
(See these rings I rub my hands together like I'm Baby)
[Chief Keef:]
White VVS. Grey SRT. It's a hellcat you hear us pass your street
We playing defense we can't let it be
You might see me pass you smoking dope randomly
You might hear me stop and hit the gas randomly
I might ride past and hear bitches spaz randomly
You might see me hop out getting gas randomly
You might see me pickin' up a bag randomly
I might randomly be in a track hawk it
I just wanna fuck her that's all yeah
Swish swish swish the basketball yeah
Mama ask did you eat your vegetables yeah
You might randomly see me in your hood
I ain't gotta explain what be understood
With the AR15 call me Elmer Fudd
Your bitch said you was sexy chocolate now you fudge
[Tadoe:]
White diamonds 'round my neck like a fuckin' racist
Smoking on this thoink counting all this damn paper
And I'm steady chasing guap so niggas steady hating
Slap Forgis on a hawk now I'm fuckin' skating
[Chief Keef:]
White VVS. Grey SRT. It's a hellcat you hear us pass your street
We playing defense we can't let it be
You might see me pass you smoking dope randomly
You might hear me stop and hit the gas randomly
I might ride past and hear bitches spaz randomly
You might see me hop out getting gas randomly
You might see me pickin' up a bag randomly
[Tadoe:]
Smoke out the 448 that's randomly
Walk in the club 20 grand that's randomly
Left out the club, I ain't got no bands on me
Play with them blue berries, split yo tangerine
[Chief Keef:]
Got the trap house jumping like a trampoline
Fourth person I can't be on the feds magazine
We at your head bitch, like maybe yeah it's Maybelline
She heard my engine, she got more water than a sour crème
First I woke up with yo ho head by my dick
He the type of nigga who gon' kill you 'bout his bitch
Lift my wrist up that bitch feeling like a brick (Brr)
Big bags like I'm Santa but I'm feeling like the Grinch
Might randomly pull up fa-fa-fa like World War Two
She randomly see maneuvering and text me like "Wasn't that you?"
Pick her up she saw me pour a cup like up give me some of that juice (Lean)
She hopped in smelled that mother fucking
Smoke she was like give me some of that too (Dope)
On the highway, dodgin' that, black-and-white Ford it
But all I see is green
I don't see black-and-white boy
[?] just told me fuck niggas my appetite boy
Squeeze that bitch like a fruit, make strawberry lemonade boy
Ay, fam
[Chief Keef:]
White VVS. Grey SRT. It's a hellcat you hear us pass your street
We playing defense we can't let it be
You might see me pass you smoking dope randomly
You might hear me stop and hit the gas randomly
I might ride past and hear bitches spaz randomly
You might see me hop out getting gas randomly
You might see me pickin' up a bag randomly
I Got lyrics - Chief Keef
Bitch I got
Bitch I got, bitch I got
Bitch I got, bitch I got
Bitch I got, bitch I got
Bitch I got guap, bitch I got shooters
Bitch I got a lot of hoes, bitch I gotta do this
Bitch I got, bitch I got
Bitch I got, bitch I got
Bitch I got guap, bitch I got shooters
Bitch I got a lot of hoes, bitch I gotta do this
Bitch I got, bitch I got
Bitch I got, bitch I got
Bitch I got, bitch I got
I got, I got
I got, I got
I got, I got
Bitch I got guap, bitch I got shooters
Bitch I got a lot of hoes, bitch I gotta do this
Bitch I got, bitch I got
Bitch I got, bitch I got
Bitch I got, bitch I got
I got, I got
I got, I got
I got, I got
Bitch I got guap, bitch I got shooters
Bitch I got a lot of hoes, bitch I gotta do this
Bitch I got, bitch I got
Bitch I got, bitch I got
Bitch I got, bitch I got
I got, I got
I got, I got
I got, I got
According To My Watch lyrics - Chief Keef
According to my watch, it's time to get guap
According to my watch, time to fuck his thot
According to my watch, time to hop in my car
According to my watch, time to hit the bank and get me some mufuckin' guap
According to my watch, according to my watch
According to my watch, according to my watch
According to my motherfucking watch
Pull up in a drop top, hugging on my Glock
According to my motherfucking watch
Say it's time your hoe give me some top
According to my watch, I pull up on the block
According to his watch, send his ass shots
According to her watch, time to let me fuck
Time to let me smash, time to give me top
According to my watch, time to go hard
Go and buy 20 Margielas out of Barneys
According to my watch, I think that I'm smart
According to my watch, he thinks he's a star
You get it, my watch thinks he's a star
Your food, he eats it all
My watch ordered pizza, huh?
Order 20 of 'em by himself, he eats it all
How far the reefer go?
Me and Drizzy in the 6 playing on ping pong
That mean I'm so high
I'm standing on top of shit, call me Sosa King Kong
Who rang the bell? Ding dong
According to my watch, that's a motherfucking ching chong
This hoe start singing songs
Tell me what the fuck watch it, catch star singing long
According to my watch, it's time to get guap
According to my watch, time to fuck his thot
According to my watch, time to hop in my car
According to my watch, time to hit the bank and get me some mufuckin' guap
According to my watch, according to my watch
According to my watch, according to my watch
According to my motherfucking watch
Pull up in a drop top, hugging on my Glock
According to my motherfucking watch
Say it's time your hoe give me some top
According to my watch, time to pour up the fucking Sprite
According to my watch, time to tuck his life
Pulled up blowing, yeah fucking right
According to my watch, good fucking night
According to my watch, I got cake
According to my watch, niggas gay
According to my watch, these hoes gay
They gon' suck Chief So both ways
Million dollar meeting on the three-way
Money call me, that's a four-way
According to my watch, my car 4x4
Look at all this motherfucking road rage
Bitch said she wanna hit Chipotle
Bitch what the fuck, you did some cocaine?
Bitch you can't go the out the in public with me
According to my watch, that's a no-brainer
According to my watch, I be smoking Tooka
According to my watch, you be smoking Fooka
According to my watch, she's a fucking booster
Dirty ass hoe actin' so boujee
Broke ass nigga getting no coochie
Bitch this is Gucci, this no Coogi
According to my watch, these niggas fufu
Fugazi niggas be so fluky
According to my watch, it's time to get guap
According to my watch, time to fuck his thot
According to my watch, time to hop in my car
According to my watch, time to hit the bank and get me some mufuckin' guap
According to my watch, according to my watch
According to my watch, according to my watch
According to my motherfucking watch
Pull up in a drop top, hugging on my Glock
According to my motherfucking watch
Say it's time your hoe give me some top
In My Mode lyrics - Chief Keef
Sosa baby
GBE baby
Bang, bang, bang bang
Bang
Ftftftftft
Beep, beep, beep, beep
Yeah
Let's get it
(Sosa baby)
Boy you can keep that, you ain't smokin' on no dope (GBE baby, dope)
You ain't tryna spend shit, you ain't holding on no rolls (Beep, beep, beep)
In Hawaii with the gang, and I'm hollerin' out on folks (GBE baby)
Walked up in LV, you know I gotta pull out them Os (Louis, Louis, catch up, catch up)
Comma zero, zero, comma zero, zero or more (Cash)
Beat the case, no P.O. or no piss test, no (Nah, nah, Sosa baby)
In a foreign drivin' real fast, they thinkin' that I'm on coke (Skrrt, skrrt)
You can set the difficulties, either way I am in my mode (Sosa baby, GBE baby)
No bitch get set wet, choppers stutter like rat-tat (Bang, bang)
Actin' like you knee deep, you go fuck around and get your fuckin' neck wet (Bang, bang)
Still spendin' cheese, no major come back for set back (Beep, beep, beep)
Smack a nigga with a box of dots, tell a fuck nigga to connect that
I don't get my hand dirty, but bitch I'm in it like a wet back (Yeah, yeah)
Went and bought 4 PTs, threw the cash on the floor, check that (Lean, lean)
All this cash that I'm throwin' in the club, lil nigga try to match that (Nah, yeah)
I'm a sinister, take a lil nigga face and blast that (Bang, bang)
Like the light in the car, it's a fuckin' Diablo (Skrrt, skrrt)
I was buyin' real estate when Kayne drop Pablo (Sosa baby)
I was in Mexico gettin' heat from my vatos (Bang, bang)
Pull up to the gang, get the beef for your taco (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
(Sosa baby)
Boy you can keep that, you ain't smokin' on no dope (GBE baby, dope)
You ain't tryna spend shit, you ain't holding on no rolls (Beep, beep, beep)
In Hawaii with the gang, and I'm hollerin' out on folks (GBE baby)
Walked up in LV, you know I gotta pull out them Os (Louis, Louis, catch up, catch up)
Comma zero, zero, comma zero, zero or more (Cash)
Beat the case, no P.O. or no piss test, no (Nah, nah, Sosa baby)
In a foreign drivin' real fast, they thinkin' that I'm on coke (Skrrt, skrrt)
You can set the difficulties, either way I am in my mode
Light Heist lyrics - Chief Keef
Young Chop on the beat
I'm ridin' like a nightlight
So much cash that my pockets look pregnant
They all know I'm knocked up (Ay, turn the music up for me Chris)
Ridin' like a nightlight, stop at the stoplight
Drove off, ran the red light, there the cops is
Tryna put me into lock up (Otto)
'Member having rocks in my Timbos
Ran off with the coke money (Bang, let's get it, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up, bounce out the all-white thing
(Sosa, baby, GBE, baby)
That there is a snow bunny
Catch up, Ls, Ls, Ls (Sosa on the beat)
In the car, I'm riding, like a nightlight
Ain't gon' stop at the stoplight
I sip Barney, you sip stop sign, yeah, that sounds about right
I wear astronaut clothes
Pull up foreign, beat Kongo
Take three hundred out, Wells Fargo
I don't wait in line, no bar-codes
You see your reflection in my ice
I left you, boy, you not right
My bitch so bad that's it's not nice
Say "Hi", get top, then it's bye-bye
You smokin' on low, boy, you're not high
I keep spinach, like Popeye
Brown bag full of cash, no white rice
All the cash out the bank, that's a light heist
Pull up, peeking out the car, no soundproof
Let the MAC out the top, no sunroof
Throwing cash out the top, I'ma bank-teller
Ride the car like I rode the Mongoose
Fill yo' block up 'til it's no more
Hear the SoundClick, no Johnny Juliano
I'm on the high-speed, OJ in the bronco
Got the Yao Ming and Mutombo
I be with Smokey and the bandits
You a cat but you be with the rat pack
Runnin' for the ball, intercept that
If I don't, that's where you get sacked at
Fire too hot like Crisco, pop, pop
I got enough cream for the whole café, no Hard Rock
'Member having rocks in my Timbos
Ran off with the coke money
Pull up, bounce out the all-white thing
That there is a snow bunny
Pull up to the show get the forty G's, do that in one hour
What the fuck do I hop in when I leave?
That there is a snow plower
In the car, I'm riding, like a nightlight
Ain't gon' stop at the stoplight
I sip Barney, you sip stop sign, yeah, that sounds about right
I wear astronaut clothes
Pull up foreign, beat Kongo
Take three hundred out, Wells Fargo
I don't wait in line, no bar-codes
You see your reflection in my ice
I left you, boy, you not right
My bitch so bad that's it's not nice
Say "Hi", get top, then it's bye-bye
You smokin' on low, boy, you're not high
I keep spinach, like Popeye
Brown bag full of cash, no white rice
All the cash out the bank, that's a light heist
I'm like sticking a fork in a socket
Get your dumb ass shocked up
So much cash that my pockets look pregnant
They all know I'm knocked up
Had to go change my safety deposit
I told 'em put me in a locker
Drove off, run the red light, there the cops is
Tryna put me into lock-up
Fuck a bitch so good she got me tatted
She wear me like a t-shirt
Got that big boy on my side
I wear heat like a beeper
Came in and Steph Curry'd the game
Can you see me from the bleachers?
Talked to God when I woke up this morning, I asked "can you please keep from the leechers?"
She know I keep cheese, velveet-er
She get a mouth fucked 'til her teeth hurt
I take one ho upstairs, got a bitch right underneath her
I'm an All Star on the bench like Chuck
Throw some money up then the bitch got clucked
Shoot the bitch up and she fizz right up
Gave her some lean then she lit right up
In the car, I'm riding, like a nightlight
Ain't gon' stop at the stoplight
I sip Barney, you sip stop sign, yeah, that sounds about right
I wear astronaut clothes
Pull up foreign, beat Kongo
Take three hundred out, Wells Fargo
I don't wait in line, no bar-codes
You see your reflection in my ice
I left you, boy, you not right
My bitch so bad that's it's not nice
Say "Hi", get top, then it's bye-bye
You smokin' on low, boy, you're not high
I keep spinach, like Popeye
Brown bag full of cash, no white rice
All the cash out the bank, that's a light heist
Let the MAC out the top, no sunroof
Ride the car like I rode the Mongoose
I'm on a high-speed, OJ in the Bronco
I be with Smokey and the Bandits
You a cat but you be with the Rat Pack
Fire too high, like Crisco, pop pop
I got enough cream for the café, no Hard Rock
Driver lyrics - Chief Keef
Otto
Ay man, look, God dammit, man (Let's get it!)
Ay man (Catch up)
You know I'm a, I'm a trend setter (Catch up)
This is what I do, you know (Bang)
Niggas take the shit I do (Ftftft)
It could be anything, God dammit (Beep, beep)
You know what I'm saying, take what I do
You know what I'm saying (Turn the music up for me, Chris), they put it in themselves
And they run with it, God dammit (Sosa)
You know? OK, so look (Bang, bang)
Like a stolen gun you know? (Bang)
When they see the serial number, right (Sosa baby, GBE baby)
And they come back to a nigga (Sosa on the beat)
That be me, you know (Bang)
I started in the basement (Yeah), now I'm in a mansion (Bang)
I took Ben Franklin (Yeah), and held him for ransom (Beep)
I lived with my granny (Yeah), now I got ten bedrooms (Skrrt, skrrt)
I rolled in a putt putt (Yeah), now my car got so much leg room (Skrrt, skrrt)
I turned nothing into something, I am a MacGyver (Ftftft, beep)
And the way I do this shit, I am not a tryer
You say you got that Wockhardt, I might be your buyer
Nigga think he going crazy, I might be your driver (Skrrt, skrrt, bang)
You try shit, I buy shit
Get to blicking. It's lightning
No thirty. It's Mike Vic
That's fifty-two shots in this hundred
'Cause if you fill it up, it cannot breathe
This cash in my pocket cannot leave
Get seasoned and fall just like leaves
Girl, your nigga wanna ball just like me
My whole fucking body numb, larocaine
I'm a motherfucking boss, you're a lame
How I bowl through these niggas, you're a lane
Knock your neck down your chest, now you're a chain
I started in the basement (Yeah), now I'm in a mansion (Bang)
I took Ben Franklin (Yeah), and held him for ransom (Beep)
I lived with my granny (Yeah), now I got ten bedrooms (Skrrt, skrrt)
I rolled in a putt putt (Yeah), now my car got so much leg room (Skrrt, skrrt)
I turned nothing into something, I am a MacGyver (Ftftft, beep)
And the way I do this shit, I am not a tryer
You say you got that Wockhardt, I might be your buyer
Nigga think he going crazy, I might be your driver (Skrrt, skrrt, bang)
I'm going so crazy they should put me in a psych ward
She eat me in my Louis shorts, she bite shorts
The weed make me project, there's science in the weed
Let a nigga try me, he be dying with the trees
You would think I'm flying on this Glo rug, Aladdin
Treat my life like Orlando, it's magic
Play this shit up in the club, it's tragic
You ain't getting money, I can see it, no statics
Up to the top, I climb and climb
No cash for me to see, then I'm going blind
I'm gliding like a GLOverboard, I don't need no wheels
I don't think its purple rain if I don't see the seal from the start
I started in the basement (Yeah), now I'm in a mansion (Bang)
I took Ben Franklin (Yeah), and held him for ransom (Beep)
I lived with my granny (Yeah), now I got ten bedrooms (Skrrt, skrrt)
I rolled in a putt putt (Yeah), now my car got so much leg room (Skrrt, skrrt)
I turned nothing into something, I am a MacGyver (Ftftft, beep)
And the way I do this shit, I am not a tryer
You say you got that Wockhardt, I might be your buyer
Nigga think he going crazy, I might be your driver (Skrrt, skrrt, bang)
My whole fucking body numb, larocaine
I'm a motherfucking boss, you're a lame
How I ball through these niggas, you're a lame
Knock your neck down your chest, now you're a chain
Bang
Fookah lyrics - Chief Keef
GGP
Ooh, lolli ooh
I'm still high
I pull up stuntin'
Trying to get some money
Through with the onion
Sosa on the beat
Ay, I pull up stuntin'
I was trying to get some money
I came through with the onion
They say that shit smellin' funky
The cops pulled over me
They say their ass' smellin' weed
'Cause I be smoking on the Tooka
And you be smoking on the fookah
I've been smokin' on the dope
Made my lungs black, oh well
You better stand where you at
Don't try me, pussy, don't go there
You better watch your hoe
'Cause she give me top so well
All the Keke's call my phone
They hit me like I got a dope sale
I'm ringin' like I got a doorbell
All my fiends and they say give 'em more hell
Hop out the whip, it feel like the floor fell
He squeeze, he can't breathe, give him more air
I'ma wait outside his house and build a fort there
Midnight, ring his bell, give him more mail
Gotta lot of beef, taco meat, more shells
You know my cash longer than your whore hair
Ay, I pull up stuntin'
I was trying to get some money
I came through with the onion
They say that shit smellin' funky
The cops pulled over me
They say their ass' smellin' weed
'Cause I be smoking on the Tooka
And you be smoking on the fookah
The cops pulled me over and I swerved on 'em
He say he smoke Tooka, he got nerve on him
Your bird boring, call another bird over
He think he hard 'cause he got shot but we gon' put another burn on him
Bitch thinks she's bad, gotta curse on her
I be fresh to death, I grab the hearse for him
Stop hatin', sit back and you can learn somethin'
Bitch, I'm Cyclops, I'm always tryna burn somethin'
I know you need some money and you can get some
Wipe me down to the ground, like I spilt some
Enough about you, here your bitch come
I was doing nothin' and she suck me off like I did somethin'
I don't talk about muscles when I say I got big guns
You think you real, but your ass really fiction
You niggas really pussy, I'ma get you all some tampons
You want a autograph, I need something to put my step on
Ay, I pull up stuntin'
I was trying to get some money
I came through with the onion
They say that shit smellin' funky
The cops pulled over me
They say their ass' smellin' weed
'Cause I be smoking on the Tooka
And you be smoking on the fookah
In My Cup lyrics - Chief Keef
Turbo
Skurt, Skurt Skurt
Ya, you, you
Sosa baby
Beep, beep, beep
Turbo
Nah, nah
Swish nigga. Swish
Turbo
Sosa baby
GBE baby
This ain't no Fanta in my cup (Nah)
I got ammo in my cup (click clack)
I got gas in my blunt (Dope)
It take more gas than my truck (Yah, yah)
We put some damage on yo truck (Bang, bang)
You better have some hammers in the cut (Bang, bang)
Show no love, it'll get you killed (Yeah)
Pour the lean in the Sprite 'til it start to spill (Bang, bang)
Bitch I shower in the drank (In the lean, nigga)
I devour in the bank (Frrrrr, yah, bee)
I put a thousand in my tank (skirrt, skirrt)
Bitch I'm flying where would I rank (Yah, Sosa baby, bang)
I just pulled up in a tank (Skirrt, skirr, skirrt)
And my soldiers is the gang (Ay, GBE baby)
On my left shoulder it is God (Yah)
On my right shoulder it is Satan (Yah)
Put some food up on yo plate (Yaah, yaah)
Only you know what you take (Yaah, yaah)
Only you know what you make (Yaah, yaah)
Only you know what you say (Ketchup, ketchup)
This ain't no Fanta in my cup (Nah, lean)
I got ammo in my cup (click, clack)
I got gas in my blunt (Dope)
It take more gas than my truck (Yah, yah)
We put some damage on yo truck (Bang, bang)
You better have some hammers in the cut (Bang, bang)
Show no love, it'll get you killed (Yeah)
Pour the lean in the Sprite 'til it start to spill (Bang, bang)
I'm in the drop-top balling (Skirrt, skirr, skirrt)
Like a ref I'm shot-calling (Yah, yuuh, yuh)
Remember when I first got the cash (Sosa baby)
I was like "Look mama I'm balling" (fffff, pea)
I break the rim so don't pass me the Spaulding (Nah)
My daddy wasn't there to see me crawling (Nah)
So I really don't care if he see me balling (Swish nigga swish)
She like "You actin' like you ain't see me calling"
While you was up at school I was picking up that work (Pickin' up that dough)
I remember when I stole the TV from the church (Yaah, yaah)
I was always the one outside first (Yuuh, yuuh)
I told them one day and they didn't mark my word (Naah, naah)
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
This ain't no Fanta in my cup (Nah, lean)
I got ammo in my cup (click clack)
I got gas in my blunt (Dope)
It take more gas than my truck (Yaah, yaah)
We put some damage on yo truck (Bang, bang)
You better have some hammers in the cut (Bang, bang)
Show no love, it'll get you killed (Yaah)
Pour the lean in the Sprite 'til it start to spill (Bang, bang)
Some lyrics - Chief Keef
Everything in the dark comes to light (Huh?)
Pull up in my car, hop out feeling right (Skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
Niggas ain't right, let me live my life (Live my life, hell nah)
'Fore I pull this pistol out and end your life (Bang, bang, bang)
She said she wanna have fun, but I wanna have funds (Funds, ftftft, beep)
If it's about that money, you know I wanna have some (Yeah)
Just seen the judge, still ride with guns (Skrrt)
Just got some money still gotta get some (Ftftft, beep, ftftft, beep)
Just seen the plug so I'm ridin' with pounds (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
If it's about that money, you know I'm down to get down (Yeah, ayy, ayy)
Just seen mama, hit her with 10 thousand (My mother)
I tote her this money, go on, go ride around (Just for ya)
Zero to one-thousand, I'ma make it count (Make it count)
If I gotta go public houses and break it down (Break it down)
Youngins see ya with that money, they gon' take you down (Take you down, where it's at?)
Come out with them pistols up and lay you down (Lay you down)
Pull up on your block and knock it down (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, bang, bang)
Where your coke, boy? You know my chopper down (Duhduhduh, bang, bang)
I just hit these streets and lock it down (Yeah, gang, gang)
Can't no locksmith unlock it now (Hell nah)
Block party, pull up, pop it down (Bang)
These niggas already know how I get down (Yeah, ayy, ayy)
Everything in the dark comes to light (Light)
Pull up in my car, hop out feeling right (Skur, skur, skur, skur, skur, skur)
Niggas ain't right, let me live my life (Live my life)
'Fore I pull this pistol out and end your life (Bang, bang, bang)
She said she wanna have fun, but I wanna have funds (Funds, beep, beep)
If it's about that money, you know I wanna have some (Some, beep, beep)
Just seen the judge, still ride with guns (Bang, skrrt, skrrt)
Just got some money still gotta get some (Skrrt, beep, beep)
Niggas already know how we come (Bang, bang, skrrt)
Them bullets go rerun (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
And then we run (Yeah) right to our car, and we gone (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Let's play ping pong (Bang, bang)
With these ninas (Bang, bang)
I got thirty in my nina (Gang, bang, bang, gang)
Ding ding, ring the alarm (Ayy)
And it's full of eaters (Yeah), best bitch delete ya (Yeah)
Niggas want a feature (Huh?), I need 15, bud (Yeah)
You got it then here we come (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Blink ya eyes, bitch, we speeding (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I ain't speaking (No), bitch, I'm money bleeding (Yeah, ftftftft, beep)
Check out my veins (Veins), it got money in them (Ftftft, beep, beep, beep)
Check out my brain (Brain), it got nothing in it (Nah)
I smoke too many loud blunts (Dope), I think I'm gon' end it (Yeah)
Everything in the dark comes to light
Pull up in my car, hop out feeling right
Niggas ain't right, let me live my life
'Fore I pull this pistol out and end your life
She said she wanna have fun, but I wanna have funds
If it's about that money, you know I wanna have some
Just seen the judge, still ride with guns
Just got some money, still gotta get some
Sued lyrics - Chief Keef
Hi, Miss Codeine, (I just want you to know)
All I want is you
I know you want me
Sosa baby, GBE baby
(Sosa on the beat)
Bang Bang
I smoke tookah, he smoke oh no
Hi, Miss Codeine, I just want you to know
That all I want is you, if you only knew
I don't care about your ex baby, he not on channel 2
He's not on the news, I don't know the dude
I know you want me and I want you too
What are you hungry for? I'm out gettin' food
You tryna sell me some red, you can get sued
Me and purple got a contract together
We make goals like we raised a runnin' back together
No you can't get none of drink, you pro'ly got Ebola
All this gank I pour, I think I'm a professional skin toner, bang
Why would I lie to you baby?
I only sip you, I sip red? Girl, you're crazy
Tell my assistant, go get ice, boy you lazy
Your man sippin' yellow, if I sip green, you can tase me
I ain't with the red, how much you wanna bet me?
I don't sip qualitest, knock me out if you catch me
I don't sip no label stretch me out if you catch me
You tryna see me hit, broadcast you on this here .50
I smoke tookah, he smoke oh no
Hi, Miss Codeine, I just want you to know
That all I want is you, if you only knew
I don't care about your ex baby, he not on channel 2
He's not on the news, I don't know the dude
I know you want me and I want you too
What are you hungry for? I'm out gettin' food
You tryna sell me some red, you can get sued
If you ever see me sippin' Actavis, I paid five
Comma zero zero zero, pour that shit on FaceTime
I ain't pourin' up on farmer
Ridin' in the baked ride
Gettin' baked, let the windows down and, K time
773-202-5862
We go up in the club you sippin' red, then I ain't with you
I just want one Styrofoam
Baby, I don't need two
I ain't gotta lie if I miss out on, ay, I ease, fool
This ain't plug talk, bitch this drug talk
This ain't no limp, this a drug walk
If it ain't a flat then I won't do a pill
If the plot ain't low-key, I won't do the drill
Bang, bang
I smoke tookah, he smoke oh no
Hi, Miss Codeine, I just want you to know
That all I want is you, if you only knew
I don't care about your ex baby, he not on channel 2
He's not on the news, I don't know the dude
I know you want me and I want you too
What are you hungry for? I'm out gettin' food
You tryna sell me some red, you can get sued
Pay Day lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe & Terintino)
[Chief Keef & Tadoe:]
Almighty Glo nigga
Gang gang
You know how we bummin', man
You know how we rockin' and rollin', man
You know how we bleed man
[Tadoe (Chief Keef):]
Pour the lean, I go to sleep
Poppin out, they notice me
In a spot that's all OG
Trap doin' ten bowls a week
(Fourty Gs a day, that's me, you get ten shows a week)
(I slide through, ten Glocks)
(I pour up pints and smoking Ps)
Out the 448 ridin' straight A
I go more nuts than a pay day
(But I go more nuts than a nutty bar)
(I pop out, and make it rain like it's pay day)
[Chief Keef:]
We got the pounds, you wanna move some?
We got the rounds, you wanna shoot some?
Who wants some, who wants some?
Who want some, who want some?
We got the racks, you wanna hold some?
We got the pack, you wanna blow some?
Who wants some, who wants some?
Who want some, who gon' do some?
[Terintino (Chief Keef) {Tadoe}:]
Gambino aka Meatroll
Mr. check the peephole with like three poles
(It's Chief Lo aka the janitor)
(Mr. Ring your bell then replenish ya)
{When I pour up, it's no plastic}
{Straight drop, yeah it's all [?]}
{Inside my car, look like all [?]}
{Off a pill and I might crash it}
On my way to hit your block, but I might pass it
Spin back, turn your pack Jurrasic
(And we we spin back, niggas turn elastic)
(Pop out, buck buck, see who run the fastest)
[Chief Keef:]
Goddamn shells sticky, have some pounds
No introductions man, they know who I am
In LA ridin' around with my lambs
300 bitch, you know we got 300 shells
Pop pop, reload, then cock
You done started something
Watch where you don't watch
You ain't gon' fry nothing'
I can tell by how you hold a pot
You don't sell dope
I can tell by how you move the rocks
Make love to the cash, I'm so romantic
Diamonds in my watch, looking Titanic
House looking gigantic
You best come tryna start shit at my mansion
I ain't got security, I got a hundred poles
Like I got a hundred hands, you running like a runny nose
I got a hundreds bands on me and a hundred shots
You think DJ makes a lot with [?]
I don't want that cup, that shit watered down
I don't want that Sprite, that shit flat as hell
Tell that pussy hit my phone, he want a pack to sell
I tell his ass "come get it", then I crack his shells
I'm smoking on the Tooka, you was smoking Fookah
You wanna disturb my peace, you are no Luda
Did I hear about ya, you are no rumor
You ain't sending shots, you are no scoomer
You ain't ballin' nigga, you're no shooter
You can't maneuver me, you are no move
You can't teach me shit, you're no tutor
The belly of the beast erupt, you're no [?]
Face lyrics - Chief Keef
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, nigga, bang nigga, gang nigga
Bang, bang, bang
I went and grabbed the K
Just to spray it, told a nigga Andale
I went and got the cake
Just throw it in this bitch face
I went and got the racks
Just to go put 'em in a bank
I went and got the racks
Put 'em in my pocket, not the safe, nigga
I pull up, come from skate, nigga
Up these Glocks, start skating, nigga
Put yo little body up in a lake, nigga
Shoot everybody up in the way, nigga
FN by me for these fake niggas
I blow a nigga ass down today, nigga
It's a homi' on the way, nigga
Pistols get to bussing at your face, nigga
Woop woop, woop, there go the cops (There go the motherfucking cops)
Bloop bloop, bloop bloop, there go the Glock (There go my motherfucking Glock)
Soowoo soowoo, there go the bloods
There go the cuz, there go the crips
But I got my pistol up on my hip, gang
My niggas' gang (Kuku, kuku)
There go the gang, there go my gang
Pistols go bloop-bloop, bloop-bloop
Bang bang, there go them thangs
You in your crew
Hitting the range, hitting the range
You niggas fufu, you niggas fufu
Niggas is lames, you niggas is lames
Rolling in the two-two, in that two-two
That's a coupe, that's a coupe
Rolling with the zoo-zoo and with the zoo-zoo
And that's the crew, and that's the crew
All I do is loot loot, all I do is loot loot
That what I do, that what I do
I smoke TuTu and I smoke Tooka too
What do you do? What do you do?
I'm rolling in the coupe-coupe, in the coupe-coupe
Me and the Louie, me and the Louie
I'm rolling with your boo-boo, your boo-boo
And she kneeing me too
All that fish shit, I boop boop
She won't be seeing me too (Hell nah)
And the silencer go sooh sooh, sooh sooh, sooh sooh
She won't be hearing it too
I went and grabbed the K
Just to spray it, told a nigga Andale (Bang, bang, bang)
I went and got the cake
Just throw it in this bitch face
I went and got the racks
Just to go put 'em in a bank
I went and got the racks
Put 'em in my pocket, not the safe, nigga
I pull up, come from skate, nigga
Up these Glocks, start skating, nigga
Put yo little body up in a lake, nigga
Shoot everybody up in the way, nigga
FN by me for these fake niggas
I blow a nigga ass down today, nigga
It's a homie on the way, nigga
Pistols get to bussing at your face, nigga
Cops grab me
They want some answers, I want some ganja
I ain't telling, where my lawyer? Where my mama?
I ain't bailing, nigga ain't no motherfucking snitch
Nigga ain't no motherfucking bitch
Catch your ass after work, get hit with this clip, bitch
Swear these cops ain't shit without they badge, they some bitches
And I swear I ain't shit without that motherfucking cash, I know, I admit it
I swear I get that motherfucking cash, I blow (I spend it)
And I roll right pass yo motherfucking ass, I know (I get it)
You ain't talking 'bout motherfucking cheddar, got Beretta, hit you in your leather (Bang, bang)
The bitch gave me sloppy toppy, I told her get some Listerine and then get it better
Popping on a lip
Baby your heart saying skip
From O-6-4, it's no fifth
Remember posted up on the dip
I went and grabbed the K
Just to spray it, told a nigga Andale (Bang, bang, bang)
I went and got the cake
Just throw it in this bitch face
I went and got the racks
Just to go put 'em in a bank
I went and got the racks
Put 'em in my pocket, not the safe, nigga
I pull up, come from skate, nigga
Up these Glocks, start skating, nigga
Put yo little body up in a lake, nigga
Shoot everybody up in the way, nigga
FN by me for these fake niggas
I blow a nigga ass down today, nigga
It's a homie on the way, nigga
Pistols get to bussing at your face, nigga
She Like lyrics - Chief Keef
Smoking on this...
She like, she like (Say she like my... coat)
She like, she like (Smoking on this dope)
She like, she like (She say she like my coat)
She like (Polar bear, smoking on this dope)
She like (She came up over here, say she like my coat, oh, oh, oh)
I was icy as a polar bear (She like my jewels, she like my, oh)
I was icy as a polar bear (Polar bear)
I was icy as a polar bear, smokin' on this dope (This dope)
Shawty came up over here, she say she like my coat
She like my swag (She like my swag)
She like my shoes, she like my bag (She like my bag, ay)
She like (ay)
Driving real fast, she like (She like, ay)
She like (She like)
Ride me like a bike (Ride me like a bike)
She like, she like
'Cause my watch so fuckin' icy (Fuckin' icy, bling)
And I pulled up flexin' (Skudda skuh, skudda skuh)
I don't fuck with nobody (Nobody)
Nah bitch, 'cause I don't trust nobody (No-bo-dy)
In that motherfucker, big body (Skudda skuh)
200 thousand dollar car, bitch, not a Bugatti (Uh, uh, uh)
I do this shit for my mommy (My mommy)
So we always be strapped in the party (Strapped in the party, duhduhduh)
I was icy as a polar bear, smokin' on this dope
Shawty came up over here, she say she like my coat
She like my swag
She like my shoes, she like my bag (ay)
She like (ay)
Driving real fast, she like (She like, ay)
She like (She like)
Ride me like a bike (Ride me like a bike)
She like, she like
She ride me like a Ducati 'cause I'm in a new body ('Cause I'm in a new body)
Bitch, I'ma somebody, bitch, you is a whobody (Bitch, you is a who body, who the fuck is you?)
Lil' shorty got a deuce-deuce on him and it got two bodies (And it got two bodies)
I'm in a mansion, bitch, so I can't have no roof party (Can't have no roof party)
Got a million dollar meeting and it's at 2:30 (2:30)
I just get clean money and do these niggas too dirty (Too dirty, beep, skrrt)
Used to get that fiend money, swear that shit was too dirty (Swear that shit was too dirty)
Pistol got the fuckin' beam in it, please don't make get 'em dirty (Don't make get 'em dirty, duhduhduh, skuskusku)
I was icy as a polar bear, smokin' on this dope (This dope)
Shawty came up over here, she say she like my coat
She like my swag (She like my swag)
She like my shoes, she like my bag (She like my bag, ay)
She like (ay)
Driving real fast, she like (She like, ay)
She like (She like)
Ride me like a bike (Ride me like a bike)
She like, she like
That Is Not lyrics - Chief Keef
Let's get it
Catch up
Catch up
Huh
Sosa baby
GBE baby
I just bought a whole store man I want some more
This drink I'm sippin' muddy
That is a not a four
Girl that is my house
That is not a store
Girl them are balconies
That is not a Porch
Baby that's a Koenigsegg
That is not a Porsche
Girl that's for my me
That is not your choice
Girl that's my AR
That is not no toy
Girl I am a man I am not no boy
This house is a small
It is not a large
These niggas is frauds
Tuck your credit cards
Baby that is horse hair
That is not your real hair
If that is your real hair
Hit me with a steel chair
I'm landing so fucking hard
Put me in a wheel chair
I can't feel these niggas 'cause
Only thing I feel is air
Baby those are Louis
Those right there are Fendis
I got so much money
That right there is plenty
Baby that's a speedboat
That is not a jet ski
Baby that's a full bag
That shit is not empty
I just bought a whole store man I want some more
This drink I'm sippin' muddy
That is a not a four
Girl that is my house
That is not a store
Girl them are balconies
That is not a Porch
Baby that's a Koenigsegg
That is not a Porsche
Girl that's for my me
That is not your choice
Girl that's my AR
That is not no toy
Girl I am a man I am not no boy
This house is a small
It is not a large
These niggas is frauds
Tuck your credit cards
Baby that is horse hair
That is not your real hair
If that is your real hair
Hit me with a steel chair
I'm landing so fucking hard
Put me in a wheel chair
I can't feel these niggas 'cause
Only thing I feel is air
Baby those are Louis
Those right there are Fendis
I got so much money
That right there is plenty
Baby that's a speedboat
That is not a jet ski
Baby that's a full bag
That shit is not empty
I just bought a whole store man I want some more
This drink I'm sippin' muddy
That is a not a four
Girl that is my house
That is not a store
Girl them are balconies
That is not a Porch
Baby that's a Koenigsegg
That is not a Porsche
Girl that's for my me
That is not your choice
Girl that's my AR
That is not no toy
Girl I am a man I am not no boy
Dolo lyrics - Chief Keef
This is a Dolan Beats productions
Dolo (Dolan)
I'm rolling dolo (Dolan)
I'm rolling, ayy (Glo Gang)
I'm rolling, ayy
I'm rolling dolo, I'm rolling dolo
She call my phone, I decline that hoe
I'm rolling solo
Girl, I'm rolling dolo
I can't trust a soul, I'm rolling dolo
I'm rolling solo, I'm rolling solo
Baby girl, I'm rolling dolo
I'm rolling dolo, I'm rolling solo
My car full of smoke, and my eyes is low
I can't see the haters
Only thing I can see is paper
I'm smoking on dope, I'm fucking your hoe
She come to my house, then she go back home
I'm sitting on a throne, leave me alone
I did this shit alone, me on my own
I got my chrome, cause outside is home
I'm rolling dolo, I'm rolling dolo
She call my phone, I decline that hoe
I'm rolling solo
Girl, I'm rolling dolo
I can't trust a soul, I'm rolling dolo
I'm rolling solo, I'm rolling solo
Baby girl, I'm rolling dolo
I'm rolling dolo, I'm rolling dolo
She call my phone, I decline that hoe
I'm rolling solo
Girl, I'm rolling dolo
I can't trust a soul, I'm rolling dolo
I'm rolling solo, I'm rolling solo
Baby girl, I'm rolling dolo
Stars lyrics - Chief Keef
Stars shine bright like us
Go in the mall and buy shit on site like us
Bite us
Warrup
Stars shine bright like us
Got these bitches falling out on site like us
Niggas from the dark they can't get light like us
And my nina wish a nigga try to bite us
Outerspace Glo lyrics - Chief Keef
Bang, bang, bang
Ay, ay, ay, ay
My diamonds are floating
Look like slow motion
Boy you a strudel, pull up and toast you
Hit you in yo noodle, don't think I am boasting
You must not be eating if you think I am hungry
Slide down to Curry, got Pirelli on the tires
Try to slide down our block then you really gonna die
How I'm flexing on these niggas, yeah they really wanna cry
How I'm flexing on these niggas, yeah they really wanna die
Make me hit yo monkey ass with a arrow in the eye
Tryna run off on the plug, nigga fuck you think you Plies?
He got hit three times, I'm like aye homie, you ight?
Fuck I'm thinking, man I'm high as fuck, that boy can't reply
I took my AK, Lil Jon to the movie night
I call up Jon 'cause his ass be crunk like the movie Rize
I'm so glo'd, I'm so fucking glo'd I need a movie, right?
I call Quentin Terintino like aye name my movie "Life"
This that outer space glo, I wear outer space clothes
Tell me who really in, who yo ho go out her way for
This that Saturn dope, I get Saturn hoes
When you get some money you should fuck some badder hoes
I'm sitting on Mars, smoking with Pluto
Yo ho call my phone, she like "ay, Papi Chulo"
I don't really want none 'cause she probably call me fu though
Let my four door catch you, he gon' knockout yo two-door
I'm like burr, burr, burr, burr, burr, free Wop
I'm like fuh, fuh, fuh, fuh, fuh, free shots
I'm like huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, free guap
I'm like skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, free top
Give me a .50 Cal and I am gon' go ham
You gotta high point, what you think that shit ain't Gucci
Man, you's a dead boy, I bring with me the morgue
Naw, I ain't tryna race but I bring with me the tour
How I mix the drank up, I coulda been a scientist
If my momma ain't raise me, coulda been a lying bitch
Boy you not a scientist, boy yo ass science fiction
Shoulda sneak dissed yourself, why you out here buying bitches
In the mall with that chicken, I'm Balmaining in my religion
And my Balmains real, thousands on 'em, thousands in 'em
They be like Chief So he steady pounding on 'em, God forgive him
He got the devil hanging with him, that's why God not rocking with him
I treat my ten band four-wheeler like a Kawasaki
Take a step in my backyard, it's feeling like I'm in Hawaii
I'm smoking on this Tooka, that shit have me right
It got me looking Asian, shrimp fried rice
Dipset lyrics - Chief Keef
Dipset
Dipset
Dipset, dipset
Dipset, dipset
Told that bitch get her lips wet
Ay, bitch
Get your lips wet, bitch, Dipset
We gon' aim this fucking clip at you (Bang)
We gon' blow this fucking clip (Bang, bang)
At your shoulders and your hip (Doo, doo)
Dipset, Dipset
Bitch, Dipset
Goin' crazy, Dipset
Killa season, Dipset
Put them Killa Cams on them, I'm flexing real hard
Put them bandanas on them, guess I think I'm Juelz
Where my jewels? Bitch they shining, look at all these diamonds
Bitch, I got it all from grinding
Shaun White, snowboard
Oh boy
I'ma old boy
Matter of fact, bitch I'ma Glo boy
You ain't making no noise
Pull on your block, gratata, this a set up store boy
Get your lips wet, bitch, Dipset
We gon' aim this fucking clip at you (Bang)
We gon' blow this fucking clip (Bang, bang)
At your shoulders and your hip (Doo, doo)
Dipset, Dipset
Bitch, Dipset
Goin' crazy, Dipset
Killa season, Dipset
I'm at it again, got a necklace again
Got weapons again, and we blast them again
He did it again, oh shit he ducked them again
He shitted again, pulled up in Beamers and Bentleys
Oh yes, wait a minute Mr. Postman
I got some guns, go and send them to Glo and nem
'Cause I can't trust foe nem
They think I'm flexing, I'ma have to show them
I need a McLaren sitting on 4s
I need Velanos and Lambos
Niggas sneak dissing on the Glo
I tell my nina "get them girl" like Cam do
Carolina lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Pollari)
Ay, ay
Gang!
Gang in this bitch, nigga
Ay
Skuddu skuu, nigga!
Ain't no Ralph though
[Chief Keef:]
I pull up smokin' stinky marijuana
All the hoes jocking, niggas lookin' dumb
Pulled up parkin' lot, pimpin' like I play with Jordan
Choppas wavin' in the air like I'm from North Carolina
Chief Sosa be smokin' ganja, ay
Chief Sosa can fuck your mama, ay
Chief Sosa ride Rangers and ride Hummers
Chief Sosa bought a beemer for the summer
Bought twenty Monclers for the winter, ay
Two hundred choppas for all of my enemies
He think it's sweet, it's chips, this choppa finna lay
That nigga try to run, this choppa finna spray
Sig on me cause that's how I feel today
I got money, don't care 'bout a damn old case
Got lead and pen on me, blood I'm finna paint
I found some money, took it on a dinner date
Ay, wait, skate
Pull up in that thing
In the truck, Lil Wayne
Hop out, smoke a stain
In my pocket bang
In my Johnny Dang
It's a lot of bling, aye bling
I pull up smokin' stinky marijuana
All the hoes jocking, niggas lookin' dumb
Pulled up parkin' lot, pimpin' like I play with Jordan
Choppas wavin' in the air like I'm from North Carolina
Chief Sosa be smokin' ganja, ay
Chief Sosa can fuck your mama, ay
Chief Sosa ride Rangers and ride Hummers
Chief Sosa bought a beemer for the summer
[Pollà ri:]
Lil Llari put a drop on my guapa, ay, whoa
Can't fuck with these niggas, they imposters, ay, whoa
Don't fuck with no oppers, no coppers, ay, whoa
LeBron James, just hit 'em with the chopper like whoa
I get the cash, that's for days, yeah
Issey Miyake my ways, yeah
You's a lil' bitch, out my face, yeah
Put that lil' bitch in her place, yeah
Bitch, I'm your, bitch, I'm your father, yeah
Fuck on your sister, your daughter, yeah
Your bitch comin' over, don't call her, yeah
She give me brain like a scholar, yeah
Run it up, run it up, run it up, yeah
Hot like a hundred degrees, yeah
Fendi, Riccardo my sleeve, yeah
I hit the bitch and I leave, yeah
Flippin' that work on the stove, ooh
I got my wrist out the boat, ooh
Still got to play with these hoes, ooh
Maison Margiela my toe
[Chief Keef:]
I pull up smokin' stinky marijuana
All the hoes jocking, niggas lookin' dumb
Pulled up parkin' lot, pimpin' like I play with Jordan
Choppas wavin' in the air like I'm from North Carolina
Chief Sosa be smokin' ganja, ay
Chief Sosa can fuck your mama, ay
Chief Sosa ride Rangers and ride Hummers
Chief Sosa bought a beemer for the summer
Long lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)
[Chief Keef:]
Everything long here
Crib long, cars long, guns long, some guns short
Everything long though, know how we rocking
Glo Gang, we the shit for a long time
Bang, bang
[Tadoe:]
I got long money, long hair
I got long money, long hair
You don't want war, don't go there
Choppa blowing shit down, cold air
Long hair, long racks
Long clip, it's strong gat
Long blunts, it's strong pack
Everything long now
[Chief Keef:]
Tadoe got long money with him, what the fuck I got?
A nigga run up in my face, I'm like, "Back up off my gat"
I bought all the Swisher Sweets for all the strong pack
I bought all these fucking things for all the wrong guys
I heard niggas plotting on me, I'll let my gun handle it
'Cause I'm a rich nigga now, and bitch, my gun savage
I'm an AMG nigga, ay, bitch, my car savage
All these niggas steady talking 'bout they savage
Glock 40, the clip be long, it's long
'Fore we shoot you in your dome, go home
They like, "Sosa, you get money too long," you wrong
Just hit my phone if you needing a loan
[Tadoe:]
I got long money, long hair
I got long money, long hair
You don't want war, don't go there
Choppa blowing shit down, cold air
Long hair, long racks
Long clip, it's strong gat
Long blunts, it's strong pack
Everything long now
Binoculars lyrics - Chief Keef
I close the curtains in my car
My joint looks like an arm
So much toke you'd think I got a farm
But please do not try me I'm armed
I will do ya lots of harm
You better off fuckin' with armored trucks
'Cause we is gon' skyrocket ya
You will see it on binoculars
See I collect, royalties be in mine
High off the dope, I woke up, where am I?
Shoot a nigga down, splat
Where the Shamwow?
You already know the racks
I bought him out
When you talkin' Chief Keef
Do me a favor, watch your teeth
Goin' "skrrt, skrrt", pull up where you be
I'm under the influence, behind the wheel
Man I'm always high as fuck
I ain't got no chills
I close the curtains in my mind
I close the bitches like they're blinds
I close the windows when I smoke
Now you see me
Now you don't
I close the curtains in my car
My joint looks like an arm
So much toke you'd think I got a farm
But please do not try me I'm armed
I will do ya lots of harm
You better off fuckin' with armored trucks
'Cause we is gon' skyrocket ya
You will see it on binoculars
I close the curtains in my crib
Like everyone know where I live
But I'm so clouded
And I got an army
You sippin' red ruben
And I sip that Barney, bang
I hit the bank 'bout twenty times a day
The shit I'm sippin', it's dirty, it's wine, no way
The shit I'm smokin'
It ain't normal
Ain't talkin' 'bout the smell
Boy, I'm talkin' 'bout the form of it
You know I be smokin' that loud
You can smell it if your nose was stopped up
I try to drive the speed limit now
Just in case the police stop us
I close the curtains in my car
My joint looks like an arm
So much toke think I got a farm
But please do not try me I'm armed
I will do ya lots of harm
You better off fuckin' with armored trucks
'Cause we is gon' skyrocket ya
You will see it on binoculars
Hell Yeah lyrics - Chief Keef
If you talking about money, the hell yeah, nigga
Did I fuck that thot, hell yeah, did you?
If you wanna get some money then hell yeah, I'm with you
Am I gon' get this money, hell yeah, is you?
Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
Boy you smoking on that ew ew, ain't you?
I'm smoking fresh packs of pale whale nigga
Look here I can't feel you like I'm in a wheelchair, hell yeah
She need a lil' air 'cause I'm smoking on that good dear, hell yeah
I be grinding hard
She point at her knee like put yo foot here, hell yeah
I be smoking loud, hell yeah
You can smell it even if you wasn't in here, hell yeah
Ten thousand dollar clothes, remember wearing pale pale nigga
Bitch tryna find a ghost, I ain't even in there idiot
Tryna get some money then hand me up idiot
Don't be an idiot, clap yo ass like Missy Eliot
Counting on the dough, hell yeah
Pour up a 84, hell yeah
Got yo nine to five nigga, hell yeah
Do yo bitch do the most, hell yeah
Sneak dissing on the low, hell yeah
What you wanted my nigga, hell yeah
If you talking about money, the hell yeah, nigga
Did I fuck that thot, hell yeah, did you?
If you wanna get some money then hell yeah, I'm with you
Am I gon' get this money, hell yeah, is you?
Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
Boy you smoking on that ew ew, ain't you?
I'm smoking fresh packs of pale whale nigga
Respect lyrics - Chief Keef
Respect a real nigga
Respect a real nigga
Ay, respect a real nigga
Respect a real nigga
Ay, if you don't respect a real nigga
You 'bout get killed, nigga
So respect a real nigga
So respect a real nigga
Ay, respect a real nigga
Respect a real nigga
Respect me
Respect a real nigga
Respect a real nigga
Respect me
Respect, nigga
It's all about the respect
And if you ain't got the respect
We come through blamin' with Tecs, nigga
I got the weed and the snacks
I got the cash and the racks
I got the bitches and bags
Respect with the Tec
I got this Tec to your neck
Respect with Uzi and net
Fuck around get your ass wet
Respect
Respect
Respect
I'm shaking
Got you
I know my car got the flu
But it still would get you
Respect a real nigga
Respect a real nigga
Ay, respect a real nigga
Respect a real nigga
Ay, if you don't respect a real nigga
You 'bout get killed, nigga
So respect a real nigga
So respect a real nigga
Ay, respect a real nigga
Respect a real nigga
Respect me
Respect a real nigga
Respect a real nigga
Respect me
Respect, nigga
It's all about the respect
And if you ain't got the respect
We come through blamin' with Tecs, nigga
Came through with the AK and the saw
You a real nigga, knock off nigga
Fuck nigga, knock it off
Got my driver doin' drop-offs, nigga
Come and get your bitch 'cause I'm going soft
I be countin' cheese
In my sleep
Tryna see
Why I'm all alone going off
Hopped out with the guns and the foreigns and the bloods so we come through, swormin' nigga
And we Glo Navy
Pussy nigga, fuck your army nigga
Get mixed in the blender with the fruit 'cause the shit here don't involve you nigga
They get that call from So Obama then Yosama, nigga
Respect a real nigga
Respect a real nigga
Ay, respect a real nigga
Respect a real nigga
Ay, if you don't respect a real nigga
You 'bout get killed, nigga
So respect a real nigga
So respect a real nigga
Ay, respect a real nigga
Respect a real nigga
Respect me
Respect a real nigga
Respect a real nigga
Respect me
Respect, nigga
It's all about the respect
And if you ain't got the respect
We come through blamin' with Tecs, nigga
Yeah lyrics - Chief Keef
Yeah, Sosa baby
Yeah, GBE baby
You know, you not supposed to say yeah to everything
Cap
Y'know what I'm sayin'
There's a lotta' shit
Yeah
Ay, turn the music up for me Chris
(When I say yeah) I really mean yeah
I ain't fuckin' around when I say yeah
Sit Gang baby
Get It Gang baby
Designer Gang baby
Sosa on the beat
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do I get money? Yeah
Do I fuck thotties? Yeah
Do I count money? Yeah
Do I fuck thotties? Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do I drive cars? Yeah
Got clothes? Yeah
Got guap? Yeah
Got Rolls? Yeah
Is he a bitch nigga? Yeah
I'm a rich nigga, yeah
I'ma get with you, yeah
Split a clip with you, yeah
I got Louis Vuitton, yeah
I got Gucci on, yeah
Stop watching Chief So and cut a movie on, damn
Uppercut, hook, left, right
You ain't wrong, that's right
You got chess right?
Choppa beat you chest tight
You could see, right?
You could bleed, right?
You think you cold
I catch you, choppa make you bleed ice
You think you got waves
'Til I surf on 'em
Police pulled me over and I burped on 'em
I heard he like toys, throw that Nerf on 'em
Walked up on his block and took his turf from him
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do I get money? Yeah
Do I fuck thotties? Yeah
Do I count money? Yeah
Do I fuck thotties? Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do I drive cars? Yeah
Got clothes? Yeah
Got guap? Yeah
Got Rolls? Yeah
Yeah, I got drank and I got loud (I got loud)
Yeah I tote my Glock and I lay it down (I lay it down)
Yeah I paint pictures, make me spray you down (Spray ya down)
Knock that tongue out you, let you make a sound (Let you make a sound)
They lazy, I feel sorry for them niggas (Sorry for them niggas)
I just went and got a rocket for them niggas (Got a rocket for them niggas)
300 that's a lobby full of niggas (Lobby full of niggas)
And y'all a bunch of sloppy little niggas (Sloppy little niggas)
Yeah I got pills
Yeah I got cash
Yeah I got swag
Richest from the racks
You know I got racks
It is in my pants
Scratch you off the list
You was in my top ten
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do I get money? Yeah
Do I fuck thotties? Yeah
Do I count money? Yeah
Do I fuck thotties? Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do I drive cars? Yeah
Got clothes? Yeah
Got guap? Yeah
Got Rolls? Yeah
Police lyrics - Chief Keef
Ay, I don't talk that much
I observe niggas, I read niggas
'Cause me...
Moms ain't like you if you was slow and...
She'd beat yo ass if you was slow
I always have my eye open when I got them on my motherfucking pillow
Don't let us catch you lackin', catch your ass in traffic (Bang bang)
Shit is gon' get hectic (Bang), ridin' with that Mac-10 (Skuduskuh)
Woop, there go the police (Whoop), act like you don't know me (Nah)
Smokin' 'til I OD (Yeah), bankroll never foldin' (Nah)
I done seen some bitches (Yeah), pulled up then I get them (Skuduskuh)
Tell them bitches get in (Skrt), if you wanna fit in (Yeah)
Four thousand for this Moncler (Bands), I buy 20 a year (Bang)
Don't give a fuck if the sun come (Nah), bitch I'm the sun's son (Bitch I'm the sun's son)
Something like a light pole, ridin' with my 'sciples
Them Black Disciples, in case you ain't know
I ain't got no jet yet (Nah), finna go and get that (Yeah)
I buy it, I fit it (Yeah), throws out, I shit it (Ffff beep)
Ridin' in the Range Rover (Skuduskuh), all I do is change clothes (Yeah)
All I do is change hoes (Yeah), all I do is change bros (Yeah yeah)
I can't have the same bros (Nah), niggas act like snake hoes (Yeah)
Bouncin' like a kango, but they wanna hang tho (Huh)
Don't let us catch you lackin', catch your ass in traffic
Shit is gon' get hectic, ridin' with that Mac-10
Woop, there go the police (Woo-Woo), act like you don't know me (Nah)
Smokin' 'til I OD, bankroll never foldin' (Nah)
I done seen some bitches (Yeah), pulled up then I get them (Yeah)
Tell them bitches get in (Skuduskuh), if you wanna fit in
Four thousand for this Moncler, I buy 20 a year (Yeah)
Don't give a fuck if the sun come (Nah), bitch I'm the sun's son
Ridin' up Carlin (Skuduskuh), see it then I cop it (Yeah)
Pistol, I'ma flop it (Bang), fap it (Bang), pop it (Dududuh)
Ridin' in a red truck (Skuduskuh), lookin' like a damn Blood (Woof)
Suwu to them damn Bloods, cuz to them damn Crips (Yeah)
My niggas comin' doin' hits, don't give no fuck 'bout no camera (Nah)
When I look in the mirror, I see a rich nigga (Yeah)
'Member when I was broke on Front$treet, sellin' D
And catchin' felonies, now I get paid to make melodies (Front$treet, yeah)
Aye, still Dipset (Dipset, bitch)
Since 20-O-8 (2008)
Now it's 2014 (2014)
Ay, bitch, and I get my own cake (My own motherfuckin' cake)
Get my steak and I eat my own plate (My own motherfuckin' plate)
I smoke my own blunts (I smoke my own motherfuckin' blunts)
I blow my own gun (I blow my own motherfuckin' gun, bang bang)
I run my whole clique, nigga (I run my whole Glo)
And I'm the youngest nigga (I'm the youngest though)
I got the motherfuckin' largest check (Got the largest bankroll)
I got the fuckin' finest bitch (I got the fuckin' finest damn hoes)
Nah, Ball got some fine bitches too
Ball got some dime bitches too
Me and Ball, we ball, ridin' in Lambo
Lambo like Hello (Hello, hello)
Like shawty L-O (L-O)
Done it all, bitch, I'm mellow (I'm mellow, lil nigga)
Pull strings like a cello (Like a Cello, lil nigga)
I ain't blue bitch I'm yellow (I ain't blue bitch I'm yellow)
'Bout my green motherfucker, bitch, I'm ghetto (Bitch, I'm ghetto)
You ain't talkin' green don't call my cello (Don't call my cello)
'Bout green then I push it to the metal (Push it to the metal, skrt skrt skrt)
Then I roll me a 'rillo
Me lyrics - Chief Keef
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Sosa baby, GBE baby
I be smokin' tree, I be spendin' Gs
Who I see? I
Who do you want to be? Me
Your bitch love, me, wanna fuck, me
I ain't gotta get her high, she wanna drug me
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Who be smokin' dope?
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Who be stackin' dough?
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Who be packin' heat?
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Who brought an act of lean?
Me, me, me, me
That lil' ass dope you smokin' on
That lil' ass pour you holdin' on
Wait, where they do that at?
Tell me what is goin' on
Them lil' ass racks you holdin' on
That cheap ass hat you throwin' on
That lil' ass drank you pourin' out
I bring pints and foreigns out
You son of a bitches got me to get ignant (me)
But sons of Anarchy, I'm so committed (me)
Broad day, broad wait
I'm so damn wicked (me)
Treat your bitch like a posted
I gotta stick it (me)
Catch a fuck nigga, in traffic
Run 'em down, catch his bitch ass
Tie him up, sat him down
Take his fucking ice, piece him up
Melt it down (me)
Chop his fingers up
To his family, mail it down (me)
I be smokin' tree, I be spendin' Gs
Who I see? I
Who do you want to be? Me
Your bitch love, me, wanna fuck, me
I ain't gotta get her high, she wanna drug me
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Who be smokin' dope?
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Who be stackin' dough?
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Who be packin' heat?
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Who brought an act of lean?
Me, me, me, me
Pour a 12 in the Sprite
Give it a sun kiss
Muah, muah, muah, muah
'Cause I love this
With this racks bitch I buy it if I touched it
You can call it a nigga's bitch 'cause I fucked it
I keep necessary unnecessary commas (me)
All this light on me like the end of the tunnel (me)
And bitch I got the belly of a bagel (me)
I'm makin' cold in the sauna
I keep the 40 in my waist like it's trash (me)
Touch the money, ay, I treat it like a dash (me)
Ben Franklin, he treat me like I'm his dad (me)
My jewelry water but I treat it like it's glass (me)
I be smokin' tree, I be spendin' Gs
Who I see? I
Who do you want to be? Me
Your bitch love, me, wanna fuck, me
I ain't gotta get her high, she wanna drug me
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Who be smokin' dope?
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Who be stackin' dough?
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Who be packin' heat?
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Who brought an act of lean?
Me, me, me, me
We Want War lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Lil Reese & Fredo Santana)
[Lil Reese:]
That fufu shit, we ain't on it
Getting money, call it scoring
Bad bitch, who ain't boring
Gun on me while I'm touring
Pussy nigga think it ain't on me
We ain't squashing shit, we want war
We ain't squashing shit, we want war
That fufu shit, we ain't on it
Getting money, call it scoring
Bad bitch, you ain't boring
Gun on me while I'm touring
Pussy nigga think it ain't on me
We ain't squashing shit, we want war
We ain't squashing shit, we want war
We ain't squashing shit, we want war
[Chief Keef:]
Whoa, riding 'round with yo thot
In the car, she give me top
Pull up like skurr
Bang bang, duh duh duh
With the Glocks
Finna pop
Remember when I ain't had guap
Now I got a lot
Now I got a house
Now I got a watch
But I still got me a Glock
And I'm still from the block
Still sending some shots
At a motherfucking opp
I be spending guap
We spending guap and getting guap
Smoking lots of pot
Remember when I sold rocks on the block
I was out when it was hot, when it was not
When it was day, when it was night
300 shots, we got 300 blocks
Call 300 cars, we got 300 Glocks
[Lil Reese:]
That fufu shit, we ain't on it
Getting money, call it scoring
Bad bitch, who ain't boring
Gun on me while I'm touring
Pussy nigga think it ain't on me
We ain't squashing shit, we want war
We ain't squashing shit, we want war
That fufu shit, we ain't on it
Getting money, call it scoring
Bad bitch, you ain't boring
Gun on me while I'm touring
Pussy nigga think it ain't on me
We ain't squashing shit, we want war
We ain't squashing shit, we want war
We ain't squashing shit, we want war
[Fredo Santana:]
Need a pint of lean, man, I drink that shit like everyday
When it's beef I'm shooting first, nigga, I don't hesitate
And my trap house hella weight, nigga, I'm in every state
Racks bussing out my jeans, nigga, I got hella cake
Niggas say they real but I know they hella fake
Acting like a monkey, get shot when your Bathing Ape
We getting money over here, they got that baby cake
Birdman hand rub, shit, I got that Baby cake
Whipping up a whole thing, show you how that bacon made
I'm the shit, these niggas pussy, shit, that's what my lady say
Nigga looking at me wrong, nigga just might die today
Feeling like Scarface, holding on my AK
[Lil Reese:]
That fufu shit, we ain't on it
Getting money, call it scoring
Bad bitch, who ain't boring
Gun on me while I'm touring
Pussy nigga think it ain't on me
We ain't squashing shit, we want war
We ain't squashing shit, we want war
That fufu shit, we ain't on it
Getting money, call it scoring
Bad bitch, you ain't boring
Gun on me while I'm touring
Pussy nigga think it ain't on me
We ain't squashing shit, we want war
We ain't squashing shit, we want war
We ain't squashing shit, we want war
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