She A Freak lyrics - Chief Keef
She a freak, she a freak
She a freak, she a freak
She a freak
She just wanna fuck me everyday of the week, she a freak
She a freak, she a freak
She a freak
That bitch wanna fuck me everyday of the week, she a freak
That bitch call me everyday of the week, she a freak
Goddamn, that bitch a freak, a freak, freak
She a freak
Said she wanna fuck me everyday of the week 'cause my pockets obese
Bitch, you really just wanna get some of this cheese
But I'm leaning off a 4 right now, I'm higher than a motherfucking leaf
I just bought a QP of dirt right now, I feel higher than a motherfucking ceiling
This bitch tricked me off, I think she off some leaf, she only wanna freak
But I only want some motherfucking knee-knee, say she only want me
But I know with that mouth she do a lot of things
It's a lesson in life I can teach you baby, how to do it with a nigga like me
She a freak
That bitch wanna fuck me everyday of the week, she a freak
That bitch call me everyday of the week, she a freak
Goddamn, that bitch a freak, a freak, a freak
She a freak
That bitch wanna fuck me everyday of the week, she a freak
That bitch call me everyday of the week, she a freak
Goddamn, that bitch a freak, a freak, a freak
Can't Wait lyrics - Chief Keef
(DP on the beat)
What did I say, yo?
Turn up
You made me forget what I said
Aw man, I forget, aw man, I don't remember mine
Fuck back
Ay
Can't wait, ay
Fuck nigga can't wait
Can't wait to catch his ass and shoot him in his face
I can't wait (Boom), I can't wait (Gratarrah)
I can't wait to get that check today
Spent the other one yesterday (I can't), I can't wait
I get too much damn gwap
I'll get another one tomorrow, ay
I can't wait (Let's get it)
Bitch, look at my charm (Charm)
She couldn't wait to see it in person (Bling, bling, blow)
'Cause she seen it on my IG (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Told that bitch, "Why you eye me? Watch me, you spy me?" (Bang bang)
Bitch, what, you a spy? (A spy bitch)
Bitch, you fucking with them guys? Ay (You fucking with them opps, hoe?)
You be fucking with small fries, ay (Grratarra)
Bitch I'ma large fry, ay (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'ma shark in the ocean (Ocean)
Pop a flat, now I'm rollin' and totin' (Gang gang, gang, gang)
Catch a opp, I'ma blow his fucking face (Let's get it, bih-buh-buh)
Mexicans, blasting races, every race (Turnt up and we get em up off they blocks)
Pull off and we racing, ay (Skrrt, skrrt)
Seen the cops, now they chasing us (Chasing us), ay
We don't give a fuck (We up)
Been doin' this since Front $treet 061 (The ID)
Ask Republican, he know (Gang Front $treet)
Ask Nino, he know, ay (Front $treet)
Ask Caper, he know, ay (Front $treet)
I was on Front $treet ready to blow, sellin' D, ay (Boom boom)
Ay, ready for enemies, ay (Grratarra)
Nigga, fuck M.O.B
Fuck M.O.B., fuck June Bug, bitch (Boom boom)
Six Double O is what it was, what it is (Sosa)
I got all the kids (Yo kids, Sosa)
Six kids, plus all you niggas, ay (Almighty Sosa)
And these racks up in my jeans (Fuck these hoes, Sosa)
I got on Glo Gang, ay (Gang gang)
Ay, remember when I used to wear Aeropostale (Gang gang)
Remember when I couldn't even afford Hollister (Sellin' D on the block)
Now I'ma Rastafari (With that choppa) with the choppa
Get up off my song, Tadoe
'Fore I do you wrong, Tadoe (Grratarra)
Hit you with this 4, Tadoe (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
You made me drop my blunt, Tadoe, ay
Pick it up, Tadoe, hoe
Get my motherfuckin' blunt up off the floor
'Fore I snooze your fucking neck and blow your throat (Bang)
Bitch
New Trap lyrics - Chief Keef
Burr on me, and no it ain't berry
Niggas like "Sosa, what's to you?"
I'm busy working in the stu
It's the new trap, so free Gu'
It's me and Scoo, and Glo
And Black Migo
Phew, Bang
CEO's
They like "Sosa, what's to you?"
Baby, I'm busy in the stu
Free Gu'
It's me and Scoo, and Glo and Black Migo
Even though I'm Interscope, still have niggas at your door
Disrespect Chief Sosa, you gotta go
Like all hail Almighty, there he go
If you got the chain, get that repoed
Tryna compare me like compare a ning ding to a 4-O
When I come through your block, bitch, I got ning ding and the 4-O
Now all your hear is sirens, but bitch I ain't scared of no fuckin' po-po
My dear, my dear
Couple ten in my pocket, codeine four in a two liter
Actin' like you on that hot shit, boy, you don't want no fever
How you wanna beef if vegetarians don't eat it?
I got 10 iPhones 5Ss, I don't need it
10 Ks, 10 FNs and 10 Tecs, I don't need it
I'm busy, go and hear about a fool baby girl let the rest on me
Taking niggas out like a referee
Ay, I got pounds all up in the pantry
Got bitches in the living rooms, dancing
I got niggas with choppas and handses
Fuck with King Sosa, they chopping your family
I just bought ten mansions
Ten pounds, ten Macs, ten nines for ten bandses
Bitch, I need 'bout ten Grammy's
Or I'ma get to bamming
Smoking on dope with the bros, in the studio
Almighty Sosa, Chief Sosa, Almighty Julio
King El Chapo Sosa, Almighty Coolio
Bitch better be sucking dick in that King Almighty studio
Office lyrics - Chief Keef
Skrr skrr skrr
Skrr skrr skrr, skrr, skrr
How you doing? Bitch, I'm fine- (Bitch, I'm fine today)
How you doing? Bitch, I'm fine today (Skrr skrr skrr)
Walking 'round the trap, find a K (Skrr skrr skrr)
All these niggas fake, niggas hate (fuck)
All I do is money penetrate (ff beep, ff beep)
All I do is flex on they thots (flexin' flexin')
Pull up, I flex on they block (flexin' flexin')
Diamonds shining, K.O.D. and it's dark (K.O.D.)
Pull up to the office in a 'rari
Pulling up to cameo in Bentleys
Pull up to the mansion in that ten ten
That ten Lambo, it ain't rented
A nigga let me get it
Man I swear to God
Now I be livin' large (motherfuckin large)
Now I be in then cars (Skrr skrr skrr)
And, I be shining hard (bling bling)
Got that money, then I put my car in park (Skrr skrr skrr)
And I rain it in the dark (in the dark)
Smoking kush and this shit hard (shit hard)
Bitch, I'm dumb and I'm smart (aah)
How you doing? Bitch, I'm fine today (Skrr skrr skrr)
Walking 'round the trap, find a K (Skrr skrr skrr)
All these niggas fake, niggas hate (fuck)
All I do is money penetrate (ff beep, ff beep)
All I do is flex on they thots (flexin' flexin')
Pull up, I flex on they block (flexin' flexin', skrt skrt dududuh)
Diamonds shining, K.O.D. and it's dark (K.O.D.)
Pull up to the office in a 'rari
I got some money in the closet (ff beep)
Money in a bank deposit (ff beep)
Money for a show (ff beep)
And I might not even go (might not even motherfuckin' go)
Pull up to the G5 in a 'rari (Skrr skrr)
And pull off with they thotty (Skrr skrr)
My car an autostarter (Skrr skrr)
My car on autopilot (Skrr skrr)
Bitch that money be my logic (my motherfuckin')
And you know that shit is obvious (my motherfuckin')
I'ma get a hundred mill, no flarging (mill, no)
Just sit back and watch me (hey yo)
Bitch my birthday in August (ay yo)
I'ma lion in the target (ay yo)
Going fast like a cheetah (beep beep)
When I hop up in my Beamer (ring ring)
How you doing? Bitch, I'm fine today (Skrr skrr skrr)
Walking 'round the trap, find a K (Skrr skrr skrr)
All these niggas fake, niggas hate (fuck)
All I do is money penetrate (ff beep, ff beep)
All I do is flex on they thots (flexin' flexin')
Pull up, I flex on they block (flexin' flexin', skrt skrt dududuh)
Diamonds shining, K.O.D. and it's dark (K.O.D.)
Pull up to the office in a 'rari
Cocky lyrics - Chief Keef
This is your last chance
After this, there is no turning back
You take the blue pill, your story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe
You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland
My niggas gooney looney
Six thou for my Rollie
Fifty thou for my Breitling
Bitch, three chains cost a Lotus
For a verse, cost a brick
For a show, cost a G
It's not an accident girl
Baby, you know I'm cocky
'Cause I'm splurgin', I'm splurgin'
I'm in a fast car and I'm swervin'
Cops just got behind me, now I'm nervous
I think they did that shit on purpose
But I'm cocky and I know it
Baby, I ain't afraid to show it
L-E-D lights on, I'm always glowin'
I'm cocky, I'm cocky, baby girl, I'm cocky
I pull up in that what-to-call-it
He pull up in that Honda
In my pocket, what to call this?
In his pocket, nothing
My house six thousand, what's to call it?
He still living with his mama
My truck cost two hundred, what's to call this?
Just for me to ride around in
Cocky, Balboa Rocky
Come through knocking shit down, Ali
Now we gotta run from Aiki
Fuck 12, we going on a high speed
Cause my car cocky
He think he can outrun everybody
My jewelry arrogant, and it's very cocky
But my pistol the friendliest one
My niggas gooney looney
Six thou for my Rollie
Fifty thou for my Breitling
Bitch, three chains cost a Lotus
For a verse, cost a brick
For a show, cost a G
It's not an accident girl
Baby, you know I'm cocky
'Cause I'm splurgin', I'm splurgin'
I'm in a fast car and I'm swervin'
Cops just got behind me, now I'm nervous
I think they did that shit on purpose
But I'm cocky and I know it
Baby, I ain't afraid to show it
L-E-D lights on, I'm always glowin'
I'm cocky, I'm cocky, baby girl, I'm cocky
Rounds lyrics - Chief Keef
D-Moe, go get the pounds
Tadoe, go get the rounds
Aye bitch, it's going down
Lot of bullets going 'round, and 'round, and 'round
I'm off a flat I feel tall, and strong
That bitch gon' go click-clack boom
It's an elephant in the fucking room
Make some room, 'fore you make the tomb
Bitch I'm off a Xanax, a damn flat, and damn thrax
Come through your block shooting at your damn head like gratata, duh luh duh
Then pull off like skrr skrr skrr skrr skrr
Then I blow the smoke up off my Ruger too
Remember when I didn't even know a pussy what, now
I'm a porn star, fuck your thot, she going hard
And she's a freak, bitch
You know me, bitch
I'm from across the street, bitch
With that heat, bitch
Ready to catch a oppa, aye
Shoot him in his toppa, aye
He gon' need a doctor
And a helicopter, aye
Just bought a gun, it go grrata
Put thirty in my Glocka, aye
A hundred in my choppa, aye
I name my choppa Flocka
And I can't eat no lobster, I eat steak
Pull up on you then pulled off, andale
Coming down the park like Lil B march
Smoking so much dope, it damn near hurt my heart
Shooting at that damn chain, yo damn brain
Because you thought that I was a damn lame
Named that baby Mac Kim K, like Kanye
And he hit a homerun like Sammy, I'm Sosa
And I got my toaster
And I will blow it at your head and your shoulder, over, O-V-A
My gun Dominican like Noreaga (aye)
Walk in the damn spot and I don't see paper
I'll be like "ha, see you later (alligator)"
I'm climbing trees and running up, escalator
I'm off this dope, feel like an elevator
Elevating to the hundredth floor
I need to get a hundred mo' mill, just to chill
Put my feet up, smoke reefer loud, with my nina
And Tadoe, with my bankroll
And ManeMane4CG
You know me from the old Chief Keef
I was out there, it was war a piece
Walk in every block, know it's me
With my pistol, ready to get you
Smoke your pussy ass like a Swisher, little nigga
(Front Street, man)
Traumatized lyrics - Chief Keef
Fuck boy said he want beef, slide
His ass gon' be traumatized
I'm a be feeling sorry momma wise
Cause I can't trust niggas, I got a lot of eyes
Gun go bang bang, money machine go beep
Car go skr skr, cock go skeet skeet
Credit card go swipe swipe, watch my watch bling bling
On that road runner shit, meep meep
You ain't smoking dope, your weed got plenty seeds in it
I'm rolling around the town with this and glizzy meeting
Glo Gang bitch, you know that we go plenty weed men
Fifteen thots in this car like I got plenty seats in
Fourteen hundred for this belt, fuck with no more damn Fendi beatings
And I don't have any reasons
Seventeen shots in this 45, 50 in the Glock, hundred in the chop
Let's see how many kills we can get, Black Ops
Bitch I'm so dope that I'm gon' kill that shit, crack rock
Niggas stay sneak dissing, we gon' start throwing bullets like rocks
I ain't shit when I ain't have shit, couple grand on some kicks
Never touched fifty thousand dollars before that's why I'm playing with it
Bang
Fuck boy said he want beef, slide
His ass gon' be traumatized
I'm a be feeling sorry momma wise
Cause I can't trust niggas, I got a lot of eyes
Gun go bang bang, money machine go beep
Car go skr skr, cock go skeet skeet
Credit card go swipe swipe, watch my watch bling bling
On that road runner shit, meep meep
Mac 10 lyrics - Chief Keef
Ay, I just had a conversation with my old hoe, ay
She say she don't like me no more, ay
'Cause I be getting dough
And too busy tourin', fuckin' on hoes
Pull up on my next bitch with my ex bitch
Pull up on your block, it's going down like Tetris
Pull up throwin' cash and shit at my old bitch wedding
Pull up on a opp like say hello to my Mac 10
Ay, give a nigga ass a little 3 P, smoke and get head by Keke
She say she wanna be with me but I'm a roadrunner, meep meep
Fuckin' on all the thots, see who next on my freak sheet
Pullin' on all the opps, see who next on my heat sheet
30 bullets and 16 ounces in this pt, ay
Put the money in the money counter, that bitch go fffff beep beep
And that bitch top so good, I swear that I went oghh, skeet skeet
Then I met the plug, pulled off with my drugs beep beep, ay
Lucky I ain't rob his ass, ay
Glo Gang can mob his ass, ay
Knife on the AK then stab his ass, ay ay
Batman and Robin his ass, ay ay
But he stay playin' games like he the Joker, ay ay
Send my young niggas through to smoke him, ay ay
Niggas steady talkin' 'bout drill, ay ay
Don't get killed over my mill's, ay ay
I'm off a pill, pipe in my wheel, ay ay
Pull on your ass, now sprite rockin' tilt, ay ay
That's why my bitch say she don't like me, ay ay
She say you always in the streets while I'm sleep, ay ay
Bitch you ain't my momma, bitch you ain't birth me, ay
But answer this did I leave 30 Gs in my jeans, ay ay
Niggas think we beef because of my tweet, ay ay
No, it's just red tape on your street, ay ay
No peach tree, she thought it was sweet, ay ay
Shouldn't be sneak dissin' bitches 'bout me, ay ay
I just had a conversation with my old hoe, ay
She say she don't like me no more, ay
'Cause I be getting dough
And too busy tourin', fuckin' on hoes
Pull up on my next bitch with my ex bitch
Pull up on your block, it's going down like Tetris
Pull up throwin' cash and shit at my old bitch wedding
Pull up on a opp like say hello to my Mac 10
Almoney lyrics - Chief Keef
Glo Gang
You know, I got all that motherfuckin' money, man
Shit
It just came though
I got bond money, ay
Sean John money
P. Diddy money
Sean Carter money
Jay-Z money
I got all the money
Gotta make all that money
Gotta get all that money
I need all that money, bitch
What you call that money, bitch?
Balling, Spalding
Got some killers down up in New Orleans, ay
Killers on the west side, Chicago
Them my vatos
But they no lacking
They stay on folks
And they're so goddamn awful, ay
Just bought a 4-O
I ain't buying no 4-Os no more
I'm tired of those, ay
Buy some MACs now, ay
MACs up at ya nose, fuck nigga
At yo door, ay
Astronaut, I'm getting extra money, extra slow, extra far
To the top
Getting guap
Where your thot?
I know she know Almighty, ay
Boy, you know she want Almighty
She'll be going for Almighty, ay
Where you going? With Almighty ay, ay
And I'm gloin', ay
I got my pistol and I'm blowing, ay
Too many niggas, let it pass, ay
Next time, I'm gon' get their ass, ay
Fuck niggas got my chain
Slide through, blow a nigga brains
What? I ain't tripping, mane
Why? 'Cause bitch, I'm getting cake, ay
I said bond 5 out
Gave you the chain and said pawn that now
20 thousand cash, I pay for that
Nigga that's your ass, play with that
Heard you tryna sell it for 10 bands
What the fuck is going on, man? On man
I'm going in man, I'm going strong, man
Smoking strong pack, it's my cologne, man
Ay, money what I'm on, man
Catch you in traffic, Reese Money ya, man
Ay, ay, smoking the, Tooka, ay
My bitch she taking the hookah
All of you, all of me, all of we
She ain't choosing, just all of we
All of us, I got all the cars
Big ass house, all the stars, uh
Excited lyrics - Chief Keef
I don't lose, I just win, two my FNs look like twins
Cops grab me, say nothing, I don't know, I just land
His bitch just land, she say she excited
Party at my house, bitch, and you're invited
Come through, you an opp, we gon' shoot you
You say you smoking pack, that shit booboo
Diamonds moving on my neck, this shit Voodoo
Coming through a lot of weapons and 2 zooz
I'm cruising while you're losing
What you say, I say I got my movement
I am quick to shoot it
If you fucking with my moola
I smoke a lot of weed
It's fucking up my breathing
She wanna fuck me for some weave and
I can't wife no bitch, I'm leaving
Say hello to my Tec
Since you wanna flex, it's on your chest
Say you wanna pull up, then it's a bet
Bullets gonna land right where you're sitting at
I don't lose, I just win, two my FNs look like twins
Cops grab me, say nothing, I don't know, I just land
His bitch just land, she say she excited
Party at my house, bitch, and you're invited
Come through, you an opp, we gon' shoot you
You say you smoking pack, that shit booboo
Diamonds moving on my neck, this shit Voodoo
Coming through a lot of weapons and 2 zooz
Bitch twerking while you're working
Bitch I flex a lot on purpose
Let a nigga try to hurt me
He gonna piss off the thirty
Johnny pissed on my jewelry
I wear it, I ain't worried
Your bitch on my dick and on my nerves
She think I like her
Bitch I'm G'd down to my feet
Twenty G's down to my feet
SRTs and Ms all over my truck
Can't no nigga beat me
I don't lose, I just win, two my FNs look like twins
Cops grab me, say nothing, I don't know, I just land
His bitch just land, she say she excited
Party at my house, bitch, and you're invited
Come through, you an opp, we gon' shoot you
You say you smoking pack, that shit booboo
Diamonds moving on my neck, this shit Voodoo
Coming through a lot of weapons and 2 zooz
Pardon Em lyrics - Chief Keef
Ay, ay
Got these shoes I don't know how they're called
I just know what they cost
15 hundred (Sam nigga), ay, (Sam nigga) ay ay
ISO
Ffff beep, beep
My forty fell down my pants, pardon him
Bang
Du-duh, skuskuskuh
Skrt, skuskuskuh
Taxin' all these niggas, Uncle Sam (Skrt, ffff beep)
My 40. fell down my pants, pardon him (dududuh, bang)
Is that Superman? I thought it was him (Superman)
Ridin' in them foreigns (ay ay ay)
Taxin' all these niggas, Uncle Sam (fff beep)
My 40. fell down my pants, pardon him (bang dududuh)
Is that Superman? I thought it was him (Superman)
Ridin' in them fuckin' foreigns, 'rari 'nem (skuskuskuh, skuh)
I'd be gettin' some money if I was them (fff beep)
These niggas ain't gettin' no money, pardon 'em (nah, fff beep)
She ride me like a psycho, Harley 'nem (skuskuskuh, skuh)
Who shootin' them pipes up? All of them (bang)
I be gettin' high like Marley and them
Bitch, I'm coolin' with my shotta and them, ay ay
Bitch, I'm coolin' with my partner and them, ay ay
When they seen that opp, bet they shot at him, ay
They was off the drugs, pardon 'em, ay
I was totin' slugs, pardon 'em
Until them bitches 'came a part of him
His chest, his face, every part of him, ay
I don't really know my damn poppa 'nem, ay
I only knew my fuckin' momma 'nem, ay
Snakes in the grass, it's a lotta them, ay
I be gettin' up off my ass just to watch for them, ay
Taxin' all these niggas, Uncle Sam (fff beep)
My 40. fell down my pants, pardon him (bang dududuh)
Is that Superman? I thought it was him (Superman)
Ridin' in them fuckin' foreigns, 'rari 'nem (skuskuskuh, skuh)
I'd be gettin' some money if I was them (fff beep)
These niggas ain't gettin' no money, pardon 'em (nah, fff beep)
She ride me like a psycho, Harley 'nem (skuskuskuh, skuh)
Who shootin' them pipes up? All of them (bang)
Shoes on my feet, I don't know what the fuck they call 'em, ay ay
But I know how much the fuck they cost, ay
They cost 15 hundred dollars, ay ay
'Member when I couldn't get a dollar, ay
I had to make a fuck nigga holla, ay
Pistol to his fuckin' skull and daughter, ay ay
Put this pistol to his fuckin' mother, ay ay
Told his mama "your son got my cheddar"
I don't wanna have to use my Beretta
My Beretta go through your damn leather, ay ay
Boy, you better have a Teflon, ay
Taxin' all these niggas, Uncle Sam, ay
Sosa, Sammy Sosa, I be him, ay
I hit a homerun after party him, ay
Come through shooting up your party and them, ay
Catch you in the lobby, you get lobby left, ay
I don't give a fuck, bitch I am a felony, ay ay
Now this felony get cheese, ay ay
This felony got bitches on they knees, makin' them bleed, ay ay
Countin' this cheese, countin' them Gs, nigga, ay
I don't fuck with police, nigga, ay ay
Up this motherfucker, I'm like "freeze nigga, freeze nigga"
Taxin' all these niggas, Uncle Sam (fff beep)
My 40. fell down my pants, pardon him (bang dududuh)
Is that Superman? I thought it was him (Superman)
Ridin' in them fuckin' foreigns, 'rari 'nem (skuskuskuh, skuh)
I'd be gettin' some money if I was them (fff beep)
These niggas ain't gettin' no money, pardon 'em (nah, fff beep)
She ride me like a psycho, Harley 'nem (skuskuskuh, skuh)
Who shootin' them pipes up? All of them (bang)
ESPN lyrics - Chief Keef
Ball like ESPN
ESPN, ESPN
ESP-N
Chase Gang
Bitch, huh
Credit card debit, it go sway sway
ESPN, bitch, turn up
What I'm smoking, reeking
Bad bitch
Bitch, I ball like ESPN
Bad bitch, she from Puerto Rico
Smoking on this reeking
Bitch, I ball like ESPN
What I'm smoking, reeking
Bad bitch, she from Puerto Rico
Said she like Almighty, True Religion
Thirty G's up in these True Religions
Robbers fuck with me and
Hermes fuck with me and
Ben Franklin fuck with me and
Shoot my gat, bitch I'm Memphis Bleeking
They want that old Chief Keef
The one that was toting pistols
They said they know Chief Keef
But you don't know me, my nigga
He said he gonna blow at Chief Keef
Gon' blow at me, my nigga?
I got some niggas gon' blow for Chief Keef
They gon' pull up and show, my nigga
I'm getting old, my nigga
I'm getting grown, my nigga
I mean, I'm glo'd up
Bitch I showed up, I showed out
Show stoppers got them poles out
Glo Gang gloing up 'til we glo'd out
I'm pouring up 'til I throw up
Catch up, pussy musty
What I'm smoking, marijuana
This some stanky ganja
Pistols beating like kongos
Boy, you don't want it
Fifty hundred for the Hermes
Five hundred for the gun
Hundred niggas for the run
Glocks and chops, he gon' do this shit for fun
This a Breitling, tell that bitch I be sunny sun
Bitch, I ball like ESPN
What I'm smoking, reeking
Bad bitch, she from Puerto Rico
Said she like Almighty, True Religion
Thirty G's up in these True Religions
Robbers fuck with me and
Hermes fuck with me and
Ben Franklin fuck with me and
Bitch, I ball like ESPN
ACTION lyrics - Chief Keef
Got my toolie, don't make me...
Got my toolie, don't make me...
I got my toolie, don't make me use it
Eating shit up like baby food
Smoking on this good (dope)
Baby, my life is a movie (action)
My niggas going for action
Spot 'em, got 'em, clap 'em
I'm the CEO, king Almighty, and I'm the captain
Bitch this my ship, I'm 'a sail it
We come through, firing shit up
Yo mama shit, frying shit up
Smoking on a big blunt of tika
One ounce got me ticked off
'Cause I don't wanna have to kill 'em
'Cause he think it's chocolate vanilla
Smoking OG, but I'm a gangster killer
Come through shootin' shit like Cranked little nigga
Glo Gang, I glo, you can't, little nigga
Smoking dope and sipping drank, little nigga
That bitch should've liked me 'cause my bank a little bigger
And I'm a Glo Gang, same with killers
I'm searching
All these toolies with us gon' go gah
Let a nigga try the Glo, we gon' go bang
Bullets can't stand one thing like my mans
Got my toolie, don't make me use it
Eating shit up like baby food
Smoking on this good (dope)
Baby, my life is a movie (action)
My niggas going for action
Spot 'em, got 'em, clap 'em
I'm the CEO, king Almighty, and I'm the captain
Bitch this my ship, I'm 'a sail it
I got diarrhea, I just shit
Fuck boy, for you I got a proposition
Go spy on the oppositions
Tell me what they lock and kick it
Go on they block and kick it
We ain't going through, bitch we send bananas and bitches
And they play too much damn Call Of Duty
Chopping shit like Martha Stewart
Nigga, I'm that dude
Hate on little Sosa, that's all they do
'Cause I make a mess when I'm coming through
Driving fast, they wish I found a wall and run into it
Bitch, I'm embalming fluid
Don't make me fire you up and start burning you and
Place them bullets in your face, bitch, furnace you
Mac eating niggas Big Macs and baby food
I got my toolie, don't make me use it
Eating shit up like baby food
Smoking on this good (dope)
Baby, my life is a movie (action)
My niggas going for action
Spot 'em, got 'em, clap 'em
I'm the CEO, king Almighty, and I'm the captain
Bitch this my ship, I'm 'a sail it
NEMO lyrics - Chief Keef
I tell my niggas, find Nemo
Find Nemo, find Nemo
I tell my niggas, find Lil Gay
Find Kemo, and find Nemo
When we see ya, Terentino
Pistols be Terentino
Who I trust? Me, Al Pacino
Come through clapping out a Venom
Come through busting out the trap like what to the fuck, buck to the buck, cut to the cut
Gun short, it'll smoke a nigga like a duck like dududuh, hop in my truck
Caught a nigga lacking, caught him by the bleachers
Left under bleachers, but I didn't see nothing
I'mma shoot gat E-US 'cause it's me and Nina and Reefer
Leave a nigga in the ER, car faster than a Cheetah
Come to your block, me and two Glocks, rockin' ya porch and leave ya
I ain't turned up, I'm T'd up, take the bail for us and peed up
Got ugly ass throw away guns, and some cute ass keepers
I told my boys to get you, boy, don't get got, come up in your kitchen, shooting up your pots
Shooting up your dishes with some guns with knives
Lookin' for ya nigga, where ya at? Sneak dissin' where ya snunners at?
I'm king Mufasa, but I ain't no Simba yet but I got KayKay, that's my little princess
Gave my nigga a golden spoon, like, could you cook with that?
I'm coolin' with my young niggas, don't start up, then it's done with ya
Blackgate come through shootin' up cars nigga, 3Hunna come shootin' up Mars nigga
I tell my niggas, find Nemo
Find Nemo, find Nemo
I tell my niggas, find Lil Gay
Find Kemo, and find Nemo
When we see ya, Terentino
Pistols be Terentino
Who I trust? Me, Al Pacino
Come through clapping out a Venom
Ya Know lyrics - Chief Keef
Girl, ya know, ya know (ya know)
Girl, ya know I be counting guap (ya know)
Girl, ya know I will send some shots (ya know)
Girl, ya know I don't freak with opps (ya know)
Girl, ya know I be counting guap (ya know)
Girl, ya know I'ma send some shots (ya know)
Girl, ya know I don't fuck with opps (ya know)
Girl, ya know I don't fuck with cops (ya know)
Girl, ya know I don't fuck ratchet hoes (Ya know, ay, ya know)
Girl, ya know I keep my ratchet close (Ya know)
Girl, ya know I'm quick to blast it though (ya know)
And ya know I'm all about flexing though (ya know)
Girl, ya know I count my racks up
I got the .30 for my back up, ay
Click-clack, nigga, back up
Click-clack, nigga, guess what? Ay
You wifing that bitch but she coochie popping
Know that girl don't keep her coochie silence
I sip lean, girl, that booze invalid
Girl, ya know my gun too damn solid, ay
I just start popping Xanax
Me off Xanax equals mans wet
Me off 10 flats, 10 dead mans
Dead mans in my pocket, dead man pants
Girl, ya know I be counting guap (ya know)
Girl, ya know I'ma send some shots (ya know)
Girl, ya know I don't fuck with opps (ya know)
Girl, ya know I don't fuck with cops (ya know)
Girl, ya know I don't fuck ratchet hoes (Ya know, ay, ya know)
Girl, ya know I keep my ratchet close (Ya know)
Girl, ya know I'm quick to blast it though (ya know)
And ya know I'm all about flexing though (ya know)
I think I need a beat, call up Dolan
Freak lyrics - Chief Keef
I ask shorty why she so mean to me
She say, "Sosa boy, you ass is a thot
And you always posted on the block
And you always posted with your guys"
I ask her why she always wanna tweak
She hit me, got different thots every week
Ask her why she always wanna beef
She know I hit it good every time we freak
She say that her heart broke, 'cause I hit it hard though
Then walked out the door, put my clothes on pronto
She looking uncomfortable, I don't give a fuck though
'Cause I got a couple zoes, my neck is so fucking froze
Remember stealing Hondas, now I ride without signing
And pull off, buckle up like skrrt skrrt skrrt, don't rob me
That money you won't find it, think I gotta do my weed
Shorty think I got time for her, I can't tell the time, bitch
'Cause my watch be shining, 'cause my Rollie be blinding
And I told her look for it, I can't even find it
And now this bitch wanna have it, this bitch still tryna find it
When I try to tell the time, fuck around and blind ya
Let her touch it, grimey, Glo Gang, it's Friday
Baby, I'm the CEO, I'll fuck around and sign ya
I ask shorty why she so mean to me
She say, "Sosa boy, you ass is a thot
And you always posted on the block
And you always posted with your guys"
I ask her why she always wanna tweak
She hit me, got different thots every week
Ask her why she always wanna beef
She know I hit it good every time we freak
Baby, do you wanna roll and smoke this weed?
We can ride down the beach
We can freak on the beach
Ain't nobody gotta know or see
Keep your mouth sealed. Capisce?
Baby girl, I know that you's a freak
So come ride Keef, the jet ski
I'ma come ride in the felony
I know you like bad boys
I know you like getting-cash boys
I know you like a Glo boy
Bitch, I'm Almighty Glo
Smoking '93 Texaco
She from Cali, bitch, not from Mexico
She say she like my coat
She say she like my shoes
I ask shorty why she so mean to me
She say, "Sosa boy, you ass is a thot
And you always posted on the block
And you always posted with your guys"
I ask her why she always wanna tweak
She hit me, got different thots every week
Ask her why she always wanna beef
She know I hit it good every time we freak
Flexin lyrics - Chief Keef
Situation Gang (Me too baby)
Linen Gang (Fuck that)
Fifth Gang (I'm Almighty So, I used to be Chief So)
Bang (Chief Keef Sosa, Big Gucci)
Bang (Bitch)
Flexin' on these niggas (Flexin' on these motherfuckin' niggas, ay)
Got my weapons for these niggas (For these motherfuckin' niggas, bang bang bang)
Pulled up flexin' on these niggas (Skuduskuduskuh, flexin' on these niggas)
All I do is flex up on these niggas (All I do is flex up on these niggas)
Bitch, I'm flexin', flexin' (Flexin' flexin')
Bitch, I'm flexin', I'm flexin' (Flexin', I'm flexin')
Pull up skurda skuh, flexin' flexin' flexin'
Pull up on your bud, flexin' flexin', I'm flexin' (Flexin', I'm flexin')
I'm flexin' real hard (Hard)
I'm flexin', no fraud (No fraud, nah)
No scam (No scam, bitch)
I'm with foe 'nem (Foe 'nem, Glo 'nem, bang)
Off Hendog and Red Bull, I got wings (I got wings)
Free Wop, we be steady mobbin' (Steady mobbin')
Bitch, I'm so icy (So icy)
That's why yo nigga don't like me (Nigga don't like me)
Pull up in that 'rari (That 'rari)
Niggas lookin' salty (Niggas lookin' mad)
Thotties lookin' happy (Glad)
Glad that they saw me (Yeah)
Finna buy Tadoe a 'rari (Yeah)
Finna buy Ballout a 'rari (Yeah)
Finna buy the whole gang 'raris (Yeah, skrrt, skrrt)
So we can be ridin' (Skrrt)
Flexin' on these niggas (Flexin')
Got my weapons for these niggas (Dududuh, bang bang)
Pulled up flexin' on these niggas (Skuduskuduskuh, flexin' on these niggas)
All I do is flex up on these niggas (Flexin' flexin')
Bitch, I'm flexin', flexin' (Flexin' flexin')
Bitch, I'm flexin', I'm flexin' (Flexin', I'm flexin')
Pull up skurda skuh (Skuduskuh), flexin' flexin' flexin'
Pull up on your bud (On yo bud)
Flexin', I'm flexin'
Ay, I'm in Miami and I'm flexin' (With whole on me)
I'm in North Miami
With them niggas from the Haiti (That's Haiti)
Ridin' 'raris in Lil Haiti (Haiti)
Niggas in Chicago hate me (They hatin')
I don't know why (I don't know why)
Bitch, I'm that guy (Bitch, I'm that guy)
I done did it for everybody (For every motherfuckin' body)
All I do is keep it real (Keep it 3 Hunna)
Fake shit, you need to chill (Need to be on it, chill, chill)
I just do it big (Do it big), growin' big (Growin' big)
Growin' bigger, ay
I'ma Glo-in' nigga (I'ma Glo-in' ass nigga)
Look at my ice (My ice)
It's like bright lights (Bright lights)
Pull up in that motherfuckin' right right (Right right)
Flexin' on these niggas (Flexin' on these motherfuckin' niggas, ay)
Got my weapons for these niggas (Got my weapons for these niggas, dududuh)
Pulled up flexin' on these niggas (Flexin' on these niggas, skuduskuduskuh)
All I do is flex up on these niggas (All I do is flex up on these niggas)
Bitch, I'm flexin', flexin' (Flexin' flexin')
Bitch, I'm flexin', I'm flexin' (Flexin', I'm flexin')
Pull up skurda skuh, flexin' flexin' flexin'
Pull up on your bud, flexin' flexin', I'm flexin' (Skurt skurt skurt)
Skurt skurt, skurt skurt, skuskuskurt
Skurt, skurt, skurt, skurt skurt
Dududuh, duh, duh, duduh, dududduh
Dududduh, dududduh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Upset lyrics - Chief Keef
I leave niggas upset
Pull up on 'em, leave 'em upset
That's your bitch? I fucked that
And left a bitch upset
She ain't getting paid though
I only smoke the lime green, not the rainbow
Bitch, I got rainbow bankrolls
Send my hitters, shooting out a Range Rover
Bitch, this that turn up turn up
Run up, you'll get done up done up
911, bitch, murder, murder
Sosa crazy motherfucker
I got my gun with me for emergency
These niggas with me courtesy
I remember doing burglaries
Now for a show I get 'bout 30 Gs
30 in this Glock, one, 9 and 4-O
And my FN tote 'bout 1 double O
Bitch, I'm from 3 double O and 6 double O
Disrespect that, bet my niggas shooting for your throat
Aye, my truck cost two double O, watch on 84
Karats, that shit crazy those, I'm only 18 though
In my pocket 18 though, when I just spent 18 4
Hit the strip club and make it rain 'bout 8 Gs though
I leave niggas upset
Pull up on 'em, leave 'em upset
That's your bitch? I fucked that
And left a bitch upset
She ain't getting paid though
I only smoke the lime green, not the rainbow
Bitch, I got rainbow bankrolls
Send my hitters, shooting out a Range Rover
Run Up lyrics - Chief Keef
She don't wanna be saved, Project Pat already told 'em
He don't wanna be saved
I heard he Captain Save-a-Hoe, I ain't saving these hoes
She don't wanna be saved, Project Pat already told 'em
I heard he Captain Save-a-Hoe, I ain't saving these hoes
She don't wanna be saved, Project Pat already told 'em
He don't wanna be saved, so I got a gat very close
Shoot him in the face, shouldn't be looking at me with a mug
Bitch, I got my gat in the club
And I dare any nigga run up
My thot got her gat in the club
And she dare any bitch to run up
Up up in the way
100 shots in this K
Shoot you if you in the way
Hundred bands for the case
Girl you got guap, that's great
'Cause your ass wasn't gonna get saved
What I'ma buy today, I don't know what to do with all this cake
He think off on me gon' take, but this shit is not a race
I bought a 100 pair of Giuseppes and I still ain't worn none to this day
I got a girl wearing this shit with my bank
A billion dollars my ring
I'm king Sosa baby, so how you gon' tell me I ain't?
She give me, fuck up in vibration
I'm in through your five with my Haitians
Bought gold bottles, but ask me what I'm drinking
I always ride, always leanin'
And she gon' give me top, mamacita
I'ma buy some new Brazilians
I already know your ass a little eater
But she want me to save her
I heard he Captain Save-a-Hoe, I ain't saving these hoes
She don't wanna be saved, Project Pat already told 'em
He don't wanna be saved, so I got a gat very close
Shoot him in the face, shouldn't be looking at me with a mug
Bitch, I got my gat in the club
And I dare any nigga run up
My thot got her gat in the club
And she dare any bitch to run up
Macaroni Time Remix lyrics - Chief Keef
Say she like my car
Seen me with the stars
Un un
Buck buck
Huh
Phew, Bang
With the stars, know she wanna now me now
She say she like my car, she like how my Forgis ride
She seen me with the stars, now she wanna know me now
Un un, bitch I told you now I'm acting phony now
Buck buck for these niggas, think it's macaroni time
Couple bucks for these bitches, let me slap them on their ass
Tough luck for these niggas, think they're next I'm on their ass
So what? Walk in court smelling like pack, I got them bands
Glo boys, that's what Almighty Sosa got them saying
I'm cooling around Japan
Or I'm cooling in Benihanas, man
Eating macaroni, man
Cause I'm allergic to lobsters, man
I got macaroni cheese
Macaroni tote fifty
Let a nigga say he want the beef
Got loony niggas with me, give 'em Macs, they blow for me
Coolin' overseas, smoking trees
My niggas in the streets, smoking Gs
I don't know anything, you po-police
But this weed and this dirty Sprite on me
That bitch got a ass, she eat a lot of bread and macaroni
When she threw it back I was like holy matrimony
Cooling with the owner of the club, baby girl, I got my 40 and
Pull up in the macaroni Beamer on macaroni rims, rims
I swear I'm ballin' like Kobe, I am
High off this earth, you know I am
Get the MAC out the back of this all black truck and go macaroni, I am
These niggas ain't going loony, I am
Tell the cash giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, treat it like a little pony, I am
Kay Kay like it so buy a lot of macaroni, I am
Flexing on my opponents, I am
Eating all this macaroni in here
She say she like my car, she like how my Forgis ride
She seen me with the stars, now she wanna know me now
Un un, bitch I told you now I'm acting phony now
Buck buck for these niggas, think it's macaroni time
Couple bucks for these bitches, let me slap them on their ass
Tough luck for these niggas, think they're next I'm on their ass
So what? Walk in court smelling like pack, I got them bands
Glo boys, that's what Almighty Sosa got them saying
Sosa Pain lyrics - Chief Keef
DathanBeatz
Flowing on these beats
Now that I'm Sosa baby, you wanna have my baby
Bitch, is you crazy? You ain't know me before they paid me
(Glo Gang) Now that I'm Sosa baby, you wanna have my baby
Sosa baby, have my baby
Tutu and Aiki
And Fathead, Junebug
Ay
Bitch, I'm smoking on these trees, flowing on these beats
She like, "Sosa, don't be mean. Can I see your car keys?"
Bitch, is you crazy? You ain't know me before they payed me
Now that I'm Sosa baby, you wanna have my baby
Beamer, Bentleys, and Mercedes
Dada, that's how Kay Kay be
Blat blat, that's how AK be
I'm just getting off these drugs with my thing off safety
Getting off these drugs and I got my gat, bitch
See a opp, shit still gon' get hectic
They like Sosa on that new shit
Nah, Sosa on that next shit
Why niggas on that old shit?
Niggas rapping like the old me
Thought that I ain't know, bitch
But I don't give no shit
'Cause I'm with Glo, bitch
And you know we smoking
And you know we toting
See your brick bitch ass, you know we blowing
Bitch, I'm smoking on these trees, flowing on these beats
She like, "Sosa, don't be mean. Can I see your car keys?"
Bitch, is you crazy? You ain't know me before they payed me
Now that I'm Sosa baby, you wanna have my baby
Beamer, Bentleys, and Mercedes
Dada, that's how Kay Kay be
Blat blat, that's how AK be
I'm just getting off these drugs with my thing off safety
Rolls lyrics - Chief Keef
Spent some rolls, on some clothes, aye, aye
And some rolls on some hoes, aye, aye
Them bitches gon' go 'cause my rolls, aye
Pistol with me, it'll go where my rolls at
Got a couple trucks, I ain't got no Rolls, aye
And I like lean not no rosé, aye, aye
She only wanna fuck me for my rolls, aye, aye
But I play that role like I ain't know that, aye, aye
Rolling up this thrax, this that thoink pack, aye, aye
Rolling off a flat, where my joint at? Aye, aye
Sipping on this Act, that's Karo pack, aye, aye
You ain't sipping lean, and I know that, aye, aye
Rolling with my niggas and we on that, aye
Roll up on your ass like where your rolls at? Aye
I heard you roll with opps, where they post at?
I be rolling like a 18 wheel with 4-5, aye aye
And it got a thirty, and I tote that
Fifty in my forty, I enroll that
Pull that bitch up and I control that
Give his ass the hiccups and I patrol that, aye
Rolled up on a nigga block, come back, call it a re-rock, aye
Niggas at your front door, knockin', guns at your peep hole, aye
I'm busy counting ih-uh, money, the blunts, they be pre-rolled
Roll up, catch a nigga lackin', he gon' need a hero, aye
Roll up with my three rolls and my three poles with my ego, aye
Rolling with all these glos, we got three piece and 'bout three Os, aye
Smoking on all the dope, we roll the dope and roll these hoes, aye
Tryna roll on the Glo, we take your dumb ass on a bumpy road, aye
Rolls in my bank, and my coat, and my draws, aye
Hoes want my life, and my rolls, and my clothes
Niggas want my life, and my ice, them my foes
So I roll with the pipe 'cause I can't trust a soul, aye
Bitch, rolling we gonna be, I ain't had sleep in a week, aye
Chasing that green, fucking things, fucking with the heat-t-t
Bitch, we nosebleed when we see
Rolls all beneath my feet
Rolls in between my teeth
Rolls, when I eat, I feast, aye
Rolling up a blunt of Aiki
With my heat, his night I lit
Pay Johnny Dang some rolls for rolls and diamonds in my Breitling, aye
My mom was a rolling stoner, bitch, I ain't had a dad then
Grandma tryna raise me in a room, rolling D got me indicted
I ain't had to say it like that, aye
Rolling 'round with steel like that
'Cause you see, tote fifty, shit, now we spraying like that
Shouldn't be playing like that
Rolling 'round with your mans like that, aye
No pistol in here like that
Rolled up on your ass like brrat! Aye, aye
Rolling, rolling, rolling, aye, aye
Bitch I'm toting, holding, blowing, aye, aye
Bitch I'm blowing for the moment, aye, aye
Nigga roll up then I'm on 'em, aye
So I roll with my anaconda
Roll with thirties, not no damn Pythons, aye
Police rolling down on me, aye
Least I have my money, aye
Rolling out my mind, aye
Blowing like I'm blind
When I count rolls, bitch, I'm deaf
Made me count rolls with my nine
Blocka lyrics - Chief Keef
Franklin and Choppa
Can't trust every face bitch I gotta watch
That's why I need Ben Franklin and Choppa
Can't trust every face bitch I gotta watch 'em
That's why I need Ben Franklin and Chop' (bang, ay)
Try me and we gon' send you to the doc'
Got plenty Glocks, FNs and chops
They go blocka
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Who talkin' about Almighty Sosa? Bang bang
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Who talking about Almighty So? (bang bang bang, ay)
Who talking about Almighty So? (bang bang)
Pull up flexin' on everybody I see
Everybody wanna be like Keef
Everybody don't like Keef
But won't nobody try Keef
Like a hookah, smokin' Tooka
You smokin' fufu, call it G
Bitch, I ain't no fucking Mubu
I'll leave you Tutu (bang bang bang)
Guns go blocka (bang bang, bang bang)
Sosa a crazy motherfucker (bang bang)
Choppa, Bang
Glocks, FNs, and Macs, we goin' to an opera (bang bang)
Round, shootin' niggas down (Bang)
Where my fuckin crown? (huh)
Bitch, I'm King Glo (King Glo, Almighty)
Tryna copy my style, no Kinkos (no kinkos, kinkas)
I'ma lion from the wild, you a fish, Finding Nemo
Actin' like Sub Zero, gon' leave his ass defroze
I'm flexin' on, niggas pissed
I see you walkin', got a pistol (bitch)
Shoot it at me, you know I'm down little nigga
I can fuck your sister and your mama, little nigga (little nigga)
You don't want no drama, little nigga (little nigga)
Bullets flying like comets, little nigga (little nigga, like comets)
Choppas go brrocka brrocka, little nigga
Block guns go bang bang and ping ping
30 shots in this ning ding
Got a 50 and a 40, ay, little shorty
You ain't got more money than my shorties
I gave some money to my shorties
They gon' come and kill your ass for me
Blocka, blocka, scoppa
Pussy nigga, I need an Oscar
I need a Grammy for my grandmama, ay
Flexin' on every woman, everybody, let they know (flex)
I mean, act like they ain't know (haha)
Sosa was gonna blow, makin' big dough
Now I'm with Interscope
Jimmy Iovine, fuck with me though (what up)
Chris, fuck with me though (Chris)
Tadoe, that's my cousin though, ay
You know how I'm rockin' though (how I'm rockin')
Pistols get to poppin', hoe (bang)
You tell me you love me, stop it hoe (stop)
Tryna set me up for my diamonds, hoe (dang)
I'ma shoot you right there in your throat (bang)
Put this dick down your throat (bang)
Send your little dumb-ass home (haha)
You a thot but you thought I was wrong (nah)
Wanna Glo? Just be like Chief Keef, 'lieve me (Almighty, hear me out)
Who these niggas? I don't know these peewees (nah, what this about?)
Bitch, I'm rocking Herman's peewee (Herman's, get me out)
Gold, my necklace look like pee-pee
Can't trust every face bitch I gotta watch 'em
That's why I need Ben Franklin and Chop' (bang, ay)
Try me and we gon' send you to the doc'
Got plenty Glocks, FNs and chops
They go blocka
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Who talkin' about Almighty Sosa? Bang bang
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Who talking about Almighty So? (bang bang bang, ay)
Who talking about Almighty So? (bang bang)
Squidward Tentacles lyrics - Chief Keef
Nigga smokin' that's wassup
Me and eight guns like Squidward
Nigga smokin', that's wassup
It's me and eight
I got eight arms like Squidward
It's me and eight guns like Squidward
I got eight arms like Squidward
I might shoot you
I got eight guns like Squidward
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Eight guns like Squidward
Eight guns like Squidward
Eight guns like Squidward
Bao-bao, bao-bao
Eight guns like
Duh-da-duh, duh-da-duh
Eight guns like
Eight guns like
Duh-da-duh, duh-da-duh
Eight guns like
It's me and eight guns like Squidward, bao-bao
You can't beat or join the Glo, bow down
Hey I'll come get ya, bao-bao
AK that's my nigga, shoot off five rounds
These poles'll leave 'em lost, the poles'll leave 'em lost
This bitch gave me jaw like her damn teeth went lost
Her nigga lookin' for her, he think that she went lost, aye
Almighty Sosa leave 'em lost, bang
What Almighty gon' do next? Aye, aye
Who Almighty gon' shoot next? Aye, aye
Where Almighty gon' move next? Aye, aye
A condo or a mansion?
Forensics come through, cleanin shit up Spongebob
Cause four niggas came through we gon' call them gun cars
I've been gang banging since a young boy
Now I'm richer than a drug lord, aye
Still ride with guns boy
Still put X on my tongue boy
Still doin' what the fuck I want boy
Hit on me right on boy
For these nice shoes I paid a price, aye, aye
Spill somethin' on 'em, I'm a take your life, aye, aye
In the club and I got my pipe
No security I got my guys, aye, aye
It's me and eight guns like Squidward, bao-bao
You can't beat or join the Glo, bow down
Hey I'll come get ya, bao-bao
AK that's my nigga, shoot off five rounds
These poles'll leave 'em lost, the poles'll leave 'em lost
This bitch gave me jaw like her damn teeth went lost
Her nigga lookin' for her, he think that she went lost, aye
Almighty Sosa leave 'em lost, bang
Kane lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)
[Tadoe:]
Glo Gang
You know how we rocking
You niggas scared to glo up, man
Get the fuck up, man
Get off y'all ass, man
Stop hating, man
You see us shining, man
All diamonds off grinding, man
Fuck the goofies niggas
Fake ass niggas acting like they hitting stains, nigga
Now catch y'all asses, I'm blowing brains, nigga
And that's on my dead homies, nigga
You know how I'm rocking, nigga
I'm Tadoe, nigga
I'm out here everyday, nigga
Menace to society like Caine
Menace to society, I'm whipping kane
Menace to society, I got that kane
Menace to society, I got that kane, got that kane
Got that menace to society
Got that menace to society, got that kane
Got that menace to society, got that kane
Menace to society, got that kane
Got that kane for your brain
Got that candy cane for your main
Heard she sniff coke
I just sold yo bitch coke
I just sold yo bitch dope
Say she like smoking dope
Say she like deep throating big balls
And you know Almighty a big baller
I be flexing in that big toy
I call him my little big boy
And my dick, that's a big boy
She hop up on it like a big toy
You know you ain't with the shits, boy
You know you ain't toting clips, boy
Been had clips, been extendeds boy
Been had fifties, boy
Now we got the Russian chopper
Send yo dumb-ass to a Russian doctor
Send you to a Russian opera
Dumb-ass had no business playing Russian Roulette
Fuck niggas killed Blood, now they dodging bullets
Fuck nigga want war, y'all can get it
Come to Illinois bitch, y'all can split it
Bitch we got beef boy, and chicken
Bitch we got 30 30s and 10 10s
Bitch we got dirty 30s that we giving away
We got Luger birdy birdys that we giving away
We got 223s with the weed and hit your face
Send my youngins to your block
And you know they got them chopper
Let the bitches go grrah, tah
Running down your block, buck
Pussy nigga
You ain't getting no pussy, nigga
You ain't got no thot
You don't drive no car
You ain't got no house
You live with your mom
Go and get you some
Fuck nigga, go and get you one, mill
Bitch I got a movie deal and I feel it
TT lyrics - Chief Keef
Skrrt, skrrt
I'm T'd (Sk-sk-skrrt)
I'm T'd (ay, ay)
I'm turnt up (Duh-luh-duh), ay
I'm TT, aye
I'm TT, aye
I'm TT, aye
I'm TT, aye
I'm getting tree tree, getting head by Keke
Nini with me, and she sitting pretty
And she sing like Whitney, and Britney
And Gaga, like grrah grrah
'Til I die, high like Bob Marley
They like Sosa why you flexing, why not?
You don't want no smoke, bro
I'm tryna tell you what you don't know, bro
I pulled out .40 then bro broke
He took off running for the popo
My niggas gon' get you, .50 shooting like whistles
All I gotta do is whisper, karma gon' get ya
Bullets gon' hit ya, banana split ya
You want attention, it's gon' get ya
I give Tadoe the 4-O, boy
Nina turnt up, let her blow boy
Effing Keisha, I'ma .223 ya
I'm too turnt, bitch I'm too TT, yah
I'm TT, aye
I'm TT, aye
I'm TT, aye
I'm TT, aye
I'm getting tree tree, getting head by Keke
Nini with me, and she sitting pretty
And she sing like Whitney, and Britney
And Gaga, like grrah grrah
'Til I die, high like Bob Marley
They like Sosa why you flexing, why not?
Tats lyrics - Chief Keef
All on my skin
Dope all up in the wind
You ain't won, little bitch nigga I win
You ain't won, bitch nigga I win
I got tats all over my skin
Smoke all up in the wind
Off this dope, looking like DJ Kenn
You ain't won, bitch nigga I win
I win, I win
I win, I win
I win, I win, I win
I got tats all on my skin
I got smoke all up in the wind
Off this dope, looking like DJ Kenn
You didn't won, bitch nigga I win
Hop in my car, now I'm in the wind
Talking 'bout money, then I went in
Then walked out with a check in my pocket
All I need is a check and a rocket
Get the money, in stores bitch I walk in
Cash out, I'm cashing
Get it right back, bitch it's like that
All the bitches like that
All the bitches like me 'cause I'm so icy
Smoking dope, that shit all in the wind
All my friends, the ones that's dead
RIP Big Glo them my mans
My right hand
Got a Breitling on my left hand
I'm icy, ain't shit you can tell me
I do this shit for Big Glo, Big Glo, Big Glo, Big Glo
I got tats all on my skin
I got smoke all up in the wind
Off this dope, looking like DJ Kenn
You didn't won, bitch nigga I win
Hop in my car, now I'm in the wind
Talking 'bout money, then I went in
Then walked out with a check in my pocket
All I need is a check and a rocket
I'm glo'd up
Bitch hang with me, she throw up
She fainted
Nigga test me, get painted
Trust me, I make the arrangements
Chain hanging
And my dick swanging
Jiggling like my keys
Shawty said she like me just because I'm me
Don't you see, don't you see, don't you see, don't you see
I got tats all on my skin
I got smoke all up in the wind
Off this dope, looking like DJ Kenn
You didn't won, bitch nigga I win
Hop in my car, now I'min the wind
Talking 'bout money, then I went in
Then walked out with a check in my pocket
All I need is a check and a rocket
Instagram lyrics - Chief Keef
I love Instagram, Instagram
Baby, follow me on Instagram
Wanna see how I'm doing, take a look at my Instagram
Instagram, Instagram, I put my life on my Instagram
I put my money, my cars, my big ass house, and my ice on Instagram, Instagram
I loaded a tool on Instagram
You fronted your move on Instagram
That bitch only look cute on Instagram
Niggas only gon' shoot on Instagram
C-H-I-E-F-F K double E-F-F S-O-S-S-A, bitch that's my damn Instagram
Pull up on your block, hop out taking pictures, look at him
Nigga got a problem, we gon' shoot it out on Instagram
Niggas acting tough on IG, he gon' need an IV
We gon' pull up in them caravans, 2013 spar team
Spot 'em, got 'em, drop me, he was living cocky
Dissing that Glo Gang and 300, that O'Block boy he not me
He can't diss nobody, that nigga ain't Almighty
Come through your block with them Glocks, chops, car, we gon' shoot shit up, Bin Laden
I fucks with Obama, but I'm a assassin
Wait, let me take a picture for my IG
I love Instagram, Instagram
Baby, follow me on Instagram
Wanna see how I'm doing, take a look at my Instagram
Instagram, Instagram, I put my life on my Instagram
I put my money, my cars, my big ass house, and my ice on Instagram, Instagram
I loaded a tool on Instagram
You fronted your move on Instagram
That bitch only look cute on Instagram
Niggas only gon' shoot on Instagram
These hoes IG famous, niggas IG gangsters
If I was your bitch, nigga, I'll be anxious
And If I was your nigga, girl, I'll hate me
Cooling on IG, making shit very complicated
Niggas like how he get that watch and damn who made it?
Bitch this cost a Breitling, not a jaker
On Instagram, I got niggas like a hater
I love Instagram, Instagram
Baby, follow me on Instagram
Wanna see how I'm doing, take a look at my Instagram
Instagram, Instagram, I put my life on my Instagram
I put my money, my cars, my big ass house, and my ice on Instagram, Instagram
I loaded a tool on Instagram
You fronted your move on Instagram
That bitch only look cute on Instagram
Niggas only gon' shoot on Instagram
So Cold lyrics - Chief Keef
I'm so cold
I'm so cold
Cold
I'm so cold, my wrist froze, ay
I'm so cold, wipe my nose
I'm so cold, wipe my nose, ay
I'm so cold, my time froze, ay
Hop out Glo, my white clothes, ay
Nothing but poles and bankrolls, ay
I'm so cold, wipe my nose, ay ay
I'm so cold, my time froze, ay ay
Hop out Glo, my white clothes, ay ay
Nothing but poles and bankrolls, ay ay
My bitch be cold, ay, my niggas be cold, ay
My guns, my cars, my house, my city be cold, ay
But I grew up out that shit like a centipede though, ay
And now I'm Glo'd, bitch nigga try me, it'll be cold, ay
Cops grab me, I don't know, ay
I go where I want go, ay ay
I was tourin', come though, ay ay
Bitch I'm cold, I got the smoke, ay ay
I got some dough, I want some more, ay ay
I'm off this dope, I want some more, ay ay
She got this dope, she want some more, ay ay
She want some dope, I told her no, ay ay
Now you know it's time to go, ay ay
Grab your coat, hit the road, ay ay
Bitch, don't come back no more, ay
'Cause you couldn't Glo fucking with So, ay
It's me and my hoes and my hoes, ay
It's me and the Glo, them my bros, ay
I'll sleep in the cold with my pole, ay
'Cause I can't trust a soul, ay ay (Bang)
I'm so cold, wipe my nose, ay ay
I'm so cold, my time froze, ay ay
Hop out Glo, my white clothes, ay ay
Nothing but poles and bankrolls, ay ay
My bitch be cold, ay, my niggas be cold, ay
My guns, my cars, my house, my city be cold, ay
But I grew up out that shit like a centipede though, ay
And now I'm Glo'd, bitch nigga try me, it'll be cold, ay
Wake Up lyrics - Chief Keef
When I wake up up in the morning I brush my teeth
When I wake up up in the morning I'm countin Gs
When I wake up in the morning Kay Kay over me
You want beef? Better warm it 'cause my pole with me
When I wake up I'm glad to see another day
You wanna play? Let my choppa spray
Pull up on homie like andale
I ain't got no time to conversate
When I wake up up in the morning I'm on the dough
Get my check then I'm out the door
You ain't talm 'bout a check then it's time to go
Rambo with these 9's and these foes
Chiraq where you find me at
Big house where my drugs be at
On me where my gun be at
So you better not try me jack
On me where my baby at
On me where your lady at
On me where my K be at
I'm never lonely I'm a spray your ass
When I wake up up in the morning I brush my teeth
When I wake up up in the morning I'm countin Gs
When I wake up in the morning Kay Kay over me
You want beef? Better warm it 'cause my pole with me
When I wake up I'm glad to see another day
You wanna play? Let my choppa spray
Pull up on homie like andale
I ain't got no time to conversate
Say I got cash on my head
She say she want cash and I laughed
Say I got the cash on my act
Try to take my cash your ass grass
They say you got respect with the tec
That's why I got the tec on my "S"
It's like I got a "S" on my chest
'Cause I got a "M" on my whip
Put that bitch on "M" your ass cooked
Taking off on him hoe I look
They heard I got them "M's" I want billions
So I can have some "M's" for my children
When I wake up up in the morning I brush my teeth
When I wake up up in the morning I'm countin Gs
When I wake up in the morning Kay Kay over me
You want beef? Better warm it cause my pole with me
When I wake up I'm glad to see another day
You wanna play? Let my choppa spray
Pull up on homie like andale
I ain't got no time to conversate
When I wake up up in the morning I brush my teeth
When I wake up up in the morning I'm countin Gs
When I wake up in the morning Kay Kay over me
Can't Catch 'Em lyrics - Chief Keef
Damn, my
Fuck 'em, okay
Catch 'em, can't catch 'em (grah)
Catch 'em, can't catch 'em
Catch 'em, (can't, can't)
Catch 'em, can't catch 'em
If I stretched her, she ain't special
It's endings to this shit with this .50, it ain't levels
Fuck the runners, and their medals
Gold diggers, and their shovels
I ain't ever going broke, that's never, say never
Catch 'em, can't catch 'em
My car's too special
My house too big
So thots be stretchin
And I live there by myself
Me and a lot of weapons
Money to buy whatever
Surrounded by lots of protection
Nigga say he want it beef, then slide then (phew, phew)
I'm in a car driving fast, no license with the pipe and (phew, phew)
'Member I used to fuck around, had a white hand (phew, phew)
I got my money in this Louie Suitcase but it's trifling (phew)
'Cause I done spilled codeine all over it
And I was rolling weed all over it
2000 Ford with LV's all over it
I really don't fuck with G's if y'all ain't notice it
Catch 'em, can't catch 'em
If I stretched her, she ain't special
It's endings to this shit with this .50, it ain't levels
Fuck the runners, and their medals
Gold diggers, and their shovels
I ain't ever going broke, that's never, say never
Catch 'em, can't catch 'em
My car's too special
My house too big
So thots be stretchin
And I live there by myself
Me and a lot of weapons
Money to buy whatever
Surrounded by lots of protection
Foreigns lyrics - Chief Keef
All these foreigns, all these foreigns
My house, tell me what you see
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
My house, tell me what you see
All these
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
All these foreigns
Take a look outside my house, tell me what you see
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
All these foreigns, all these foreigns
All these foreigns, all these f-...
All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns
All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns
All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns
All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns
All these
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Take a look outside my house, tell me what you see
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Bitch, I'm riding in the house, it ain't nothing to me
Foreigns, foreigns
When I pull off in my foreign, that bitch sound like a thunderstorm
All this ice it got me cold bitch, like where my undergarments
I'm smoking earth, I think it's foreign, this shit smell like underarms
That bitch ain't wanna give me top, I fired that bitch now that bitch unemployed
I can have anything I want in this world, from Bugatti to a Rolls-Royce
Now I'm finna buy a Maybach, ain't have to say that, but I'm shitting on you lil' boys
All these foreigns I need for rehab, so for foreigns, I got a warrant
And 'cause I got all these foreigns, I got all these thotties going
She say she miss Chinese, but he think his thottie foreign
I'm riding smoking on weed, call me Sosa Marley Foreign
That bitch a hooptie but she think she Ferrari foreign
She only wanna fuck me 'cause my foreign, but boy I'm on St. Lawrence
Mercedes and Beamers, Ferraris, Bugattis
Lambos and Lotuses, Bentleys, Maybachs, please
Used to ride Nissans and steamers but God came and got me
Only thing I got American made is two SRTs
For all these foreigns, foreigns, foreigns, foreigns, foreigns, foreigns, foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
That bitch can't come to my house, meet me at the DoubleTree
And I'll be blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing
If that bitch come to the DoubleTree, tryna set up me
'Cause I need ten foreigns instead of three
I got all these foreign bitches but they scared of me
But ain't nothing to regret with me
Send my niggas on St. Lawrence, Lawrence, Lawrence, Lawrence, Lawrence, Lawrence, Lawrence out a foreign
It's just them, thirty shots be their company
Going, going, going, going, going, going, going, got a boy
I gave them some foreign guns, and some foreign weed
All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns
All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns
All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns
All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns
All these
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Take a look outside my house, tell me what you see
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns
Bitch, I'm riding in the house, it ain't nothing to me
Foreigns, foreigns
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Intro lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million
What up, man? It's your boy 12 Million man
Checking in live from a motherfucking mansion
Nobody 2 drops December 12, 2015
Nobody 1 dropped a 120,000 dollars ago, you know
You know this shit, I only been making beats for 3 years too, shit
I know lot of my friends done this shit they whole life
I had to separate myself from everybody, even the folks in my crib
Want to take it to the next level, y'all ain't just can't get to it
I was just making a piece on my motherfucking 300 dollar computer, you know
Now I'll be in all type of million dollar studio going
I know you all grow up listening to the same shit
Kanye West, Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa and all that shit
I got something better than all them niggas
But shit, you know I ain't no different than y'all shit
I just use my head under my feet
Tony Hawk lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million
Ay, damn, baby, look at these diamonds
Walk up in this motherfucker shining
Anything I want, I'm buying it
Tony Hawk
Walk up in this motherfucker shining, ay
Damn, baby, look at these diamonds, ay
Anything I see I want, I'm buying it
Tony Hawk, bitch, always grinding
Niggas on that hating shit, I don't mind it
Niggas know we about that violence
Seen the cops, I was hiding
Thots see me, I was sliding, ay
Ay, money be my right hand, ay
I got my Breitling on my left, ay, ay
That money be my wifey, ay
You know I ain't got no spouse, ay
Look at that ho up over there
Look at that thot, watch I get her, ay
She seen my ice then I hit her, ay
What I do? Pass her to my niggas, ay
I'm coolin' in Benihanas but I don't eat lobster
Bitch, I'm eating ten steaks, call me Sosa big pop'
Sosa 2Pac
Ridin' around the west side in Beverly Hills in a new 'rari
She know niggas will never be too sorry like Tadoe
Ay, with my bankroll
Don't get mixed in that mango
Come through chopping shit with my Johnny Dang on, ay
Walk up in this motherfucker shining, ay
Damn, baby, look at these diamonds, ay
Anything I see I want, I'm buying it
Tony Hawk, bitch, always grinding
Niggas on that hating shit, I don't mind it
Niggas know we about that violence
Seen the cops, I was hiding
Thots see me, I was sliding, ay
Phone lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million
I'm double in it
I ain't had no sleep in 'bout a week (Huh)
Got your thottie to my house, she's 'bout to freak
[?]
'Bout to freak, 'bout to freak
I ain't had no sleep in 'bout a week
Just got your thottie to my house, she's bout to freak
Fucking with her (Geek, nigga)
Beep, nigga
I ain't have no sleep in 'bout a week
Just got your thotty to my house, she's 'bout to freak
I'm fucking with whoever ride with me
Is you gon' blow your pistol? Boy, we's 'bout to see
I don't owe you, boy, I got here on my own
Back in them days, I was out here on my own
Now these boys don't like I'm on the throne
Ain't no peace treaties, boy, don't call my phone
Smokin' on Tooka with my click-clack, fuck the chit-chat
Fuck nigga, you better get back 'fore your ass get whacked
Niggas all about that chit-chat over that Internet, ay
I ain't with that damn chit-chat on that Internet, ay
Blammin' at these fuck niggas like "Bow, bow, bang", ay
And I got them damn wow-wow's in my chain, ay
Ay, and I got them damn wow-wow's in my earrings, ay
Ay, finna get them damn wow-wow's on some rings, ay
Put some wow-wow's on that range
Put some wow-wow-wow's on that motherfucking Beamer, ay
Ay, hoes say I talk like I'm from Alabama
Nah, bitch, this ain't country grammar, ay, ay, ay
Jackson just like Samuel, ay
Did you read the motherfucking manual, ay, ay
Lemme check my schedule, ay, ay
Choppa go "du-du-du", let it go
I ain't have no sleep in 'bout a week
Just got your thotty to my house, she's 'bout to freak
I'm fucking with whoever ride with me
Is you gon' blow your pistol? Boy, we's 'bout to see
I don't owe you, boy, I got here on my own
Back in them days, I was out here on my own
Now these boys don't like I'm on the throne
Ain't no peace treaties, boy, don't call my phone
Sex With Me lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million
In Beverly Hills, riding 'raris
Shawty said she wanna do some Molly
I told that bitch that I do ecstasy
Now baby, is you gon' have sex with me?
In Beverly Hills, riding 'raris
Shawty said she wanna do some Molly
I told that bitch that I do ecstasy
Now baby, is you gon' have sex with me?
Riding 'round Miami on cars
What I'm in? That fucking red 'rari
Then I take a trip to Lil Haiti
Hop out, the zoes on my safety
I was riding in a coupe
Me and Bally too
Then Ballout done brought a tool
Then we hit that other mall with a scope
Danced in it too
And I'm taking tours
I won't show up to your show
Unless you talking 'bout some rolls
I want fifty Gs
You ain't got fifty Gs, please
Don't talk to me
Bitch, don't offer me
Got thirty fucking Gs
Bitch, I got thirty in my jeans
I spent thirty on some weed
Ship it up to the city
Windy city
Got my thirty up on me
And the birdies up on me
You heard it's on me
They know that it's on me
In Beverly Hills, riding 'raris
Shawty said she wanna do some Molly
I told that bitch that I do ecstasy
Now baby, is you gon' have sex with me?
In Beverly Hills, riding 'raris
Shawty said she wanna do some Molly
I told that bitch that I do ecstasy
Now baby, is you gon' have sex with me?
I told 12 Million, Glo up
Don't get slow bucks, get Glo bucks
You be on the Glo tour bus
And we got about fifty shots
And we got about fifty thots
Think we just seen 'bout fifty opps
Time to let off fifty shots
Can you get 9 shots like 50?
Bitch, I turn a penny into 50
Gs, ay
Got young jeans in my jeans
Got that heat in my jeans
Got your bitch in my jeans
She tryna suck me
She tryna love me
I ain't got time for lovey
All I got time for is money
In Beverly Hills, riding 'raris
Shawty said she wanna do some Molly
I told that bitch that I do ecstasy
Now baby, is you gon' have sex with me?
In Beverly Hills, riding 'raris
Shawty said she wanna do some Molly
I told that bitch that I do ecstasy
Now baby, is you gon' have sex with me?
Coolin lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million
Coolin' with my youngins
Coolin' with my youngins
Still
Coolin' with my youngins
I'm still coolin' with my
Still coolin' with my
Almighty, coolin' with my
Coolin' with my
Coolin' with my
I'm still coolin' with my youngins (Bang)
It's still 300 on them motherfuckers (Bang)
Still got 300 guns (Bang)
I'm still coolin' with my youngins (Bang, bang)
They still beat like some drums (Bang, bang, bang)
Still tote 30 poppers (Bang, bang)
Shooting every block up (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
I'm boolin' with my youngins (Bang)
Bitch, coolin' with my youngins (Bang)
Smoking TuTu with my youngins (Bang)
I still pull up in that Audi (Skrrt)
You still pull up in that Honda (Skrrt)
I'm still smoking marijuana (Dope)
When the judge told me not to (Fuck)
Got a 100 thou in my pocket (Ftftftft, beep)
50 in one and 50 in the other (Racks)
They say that he gon' rob me (Nah)
But Almighty know he wasn't (Where he at?)
'Cause you know about us (Glo)
We gon' cause a massacre (Bang, bang)
Got Glocks, FNs, and choppers (Bang)
We gon' come through, damage ya (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
I'm still coolin' with my youngins (Bang)
It's still 300 on them motherfuckers (Bang)
Still got 300 guns (Bang)
I'm still coolin' with my youngins (Bang, bang)
They still beat like some drums (Bang, bang, bang)
Still tote 30 poppers (Bang, bang)
Shooting every block up (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
All I hang with is killers (Bang)
We don't snitch (Nah)
We just come through killing niggas (Bang, bang)
We don't bitch (Nah)
Smoking on this '93 fuel, bitch (Dope)
Me and my youngins fuck you and your crew, bitch (Glo)
Pistols aimed at you, bitch (Bang, bang)
I'm still coolin' with my youngins (Bang)
It's still 300 on them motherfuckers (Bang)
Still got 300 guns (Bang)
I'm still coolin' with my youngins (Bang, bang)
They still beat like some drums (Bang, bang, bang)
Still tote 30 poppers (Bang, bang)
Shooting every block up (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
Born To Flex lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million
Bang
Bitch I was born to flex (skrt), I am gonna flex (skrt skrt)
Put it up on my set (on my set), I am gonna flex (flex)
I still carry my Tec (my Tec) and I am gonna blow that (blow that, bang bang, dududuh)
Nigga try to flex (flex), act like he ain't know that (click-clack, dududuh, he ain't know that)
Me plus my gat (dududuh), that equals your death (dududuh duh)
I'm smoking this pack (dududuh), got me so there (dududuh)
Cops knocking on my door, no he is not there (dududuh, ay, ay)
Bitch you can't be with me, be with yourself (huh)
This bitch got me fucked up, fuck, ay
Come through, shootin' shit right up, buck
Pussy boy see us, duck
Niggas know what to us, nuthin'
Hop in the whip, I press buttons
She ain't tryna top me, press the eject button, ay
I hope that she ain't left nothing
'Cause I'm takin' off in this car, paid a jet buddy, ay
Flexing hard and throwin' sets, buddy, ay
You flex, we shoot your chest buddy, ay
AK with a knife, this bitch comin'
Ain't got time for hoes but I fucked a ship of hoes at 6 something
I want extra something, I flex over the night
Come through scaring shit bitch, poltergeist
He sneak dissin' the Glo, he must not want his life
We send shots for free, holidays and overnights
Bitch I was born to flex (skrt), I am gonna flex (skrt skrt)
Put it up on my set (on my set), I am gonna flex (flex)
I still carry my Tec (my Tec) and I am gonna blow that (blow that, bang bang, dududuh)
Nigga try to flex (flex), act like he ain't know that (click-clack, dududuh, he ain't know that)
Me plus my gat (dududuh), that equals your death (dududuh duh)
I'm smoking this pack (dududuh), got me so there (dududuh)
Cops knocking on my door, no he is not there (dududuh, ay, ay)
Bitch you can't be with me, be with yourself (huh)
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