I am sleepy, I am sleepy
I am sleepy, drank is sleep
But, I ain't gon' go to sleep, cuz I am greedy
Where that money, gotta get them ffff beep-beep's
Don't watch me, nigga watch T.V
Are you sleepy?, I am sleepy
I be up day and night, cuz I am greedy
Keep that check up in my car, and I'm fleein'
Dope got me tweekin', xans got you sleepin'
Nigga, no sleepin', dope got me reekin'
This thot Puerto Rican, that's what she speekin'
Me, I talk money, that's what I be speakin'
Niggas diss sneakin', ride around with heaters
I don't like speaking, I don't want a feature
Bye, bye, Felicia, I can fuck my teacher
Niggas talkin' tweekin', I'm a fuckin' tweeker
I'm the Grim Reaper, I'm soo fuckin' evil
My reefer is a keeper, I smoke it, get tree treed up
You's a fuckin' tweeter, me llamo Pistol Keeper
I'm ridin' with my heather, I'm a glo gang frontstreeter
I am sleepy, I am sleepy
I am sleepy, drank is sleep
But, I ain't gon' go to sleep, cuz I am greedy
Where that money, gotta get them ffff beep-beep's
Don't watch me, nigga watch T.V
Are you sleepy?, I am sleepy
I be up day and night, cuz I am greedy
Keep that check up in my car, and I'm fleein'
Wet lyrics - Chief Keef
[Hook:]
I get a nigga wet, get a bitch wet
I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet
Say I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet
And I get a nigga wet, and I get a nitch wet
If that nigga act up, then he gettin' wet
And that bitch she wanna fuck, cause she gettin' wet
If that nigga act up, then he gettin' wet
I say that bitch she wanna fuck, cause she gettin' wet
And that's wet and that's that
I just bought a new click-clack, and it's wet
And if wet means this that fucking 30
It's that fucking thing with 30 in it
Click-clack let that fuckin' 30 bang
My thot said she be havin' wet dreams
I'm somewhere dreaming sippin' on a pint
You think you rollin' cause you sippin' on a K
Who that there? It's a bird it's a plane
Pull up on the curb and then I slang
Now I got keys to the Phantom
Now I got some keys to my mansion
She wanna fuck me cause she say she wet
I'm smokin' lovely feel like I'm the best
Boy disrespect me you gon' get wet
I'm flexin' on niggas like Ben Frank
[Hook:]
I get a nigga wet, get a bitch wet
I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet
Say I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet
And I get a nigga wet, and I get a nitch wet
If that nigga act up, then he gettin' wet
And that bitch she wanna fuck, cause she gettin' wet
If that nigga act up, then he gettin' wet
I say that bitch she wanna fuck, cause she gettin' wet
I done got my dope wet, where the dope at
Don't want my old hoes back, where the hoes at
Where the thots at, I got the thot pack
It's a gamble with your life, where my pot at
He don't want to get wet, what kind of shit is that
Nina gonna get you wet, cause she made for that
Run up in yo house wet
A young nigga from the projects
That bitch ask where I'm going, I said to the top
That bitch ask what I'm doing, I said getting gwap
That bitch wanna know too much, she wanna know my spot
She wanna know where I hang out, she wanna count my gwap
But she can't cause I don't trust no one
I got my gun I ain't for no one
What you wet bitch, wanna know where I'm at bitch
I got trust issues right along with my gat bitch
I get a nigga wet, get a bitch wet
I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet
Say I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet
And I get a nigga wet, and I get a nitch wet
If that nigga act up, then he gettin' wet
And that bitch she wanna fuck, cause she gettin' wet
If that nigga act up, then he gettin' wet
I say that bitch she wanna fuck, cause she gettin' wet
And that's wet and that's that
I just bought a new click-clack, and it's wet
And if wet means this that fucking 30
It's that fucking thing with 30 in it
Click-clack let that fuckin' 30 bang
My thot said she be havin' wet dreams
I'm somewhere dreaming sippin' on a pint
You think you rollin' cause you sippin' on a K
Who that there? It's a bird it's a plane
Pull up on the curb and then I slang
Now I got keys to the Phantom
Now I got some keys to my mansion
She wanna fuck me cause she say she wet
I'm smokin' lovely feel like I'm the best
Boy disrespect me you gon' get wet
I'm flexin' on niggas like Ben Frank
[Hook:]
I get a nigga wet, get a bitch wet
I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet
Say I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet
And I get a nigga wet, and I get a nitch wet
If that nigga act up, then he gettin' wet
And that bitch she wanna fuck, cause she gettin' wet
If that nigga act up, then he gettin' wet
I say that bitch she wanna fuck, cause she gettin' wet
I done got my dope wet, where the dope at
Don't want my old hoes back, where the hoes at
Where the thots at, I got the thot pack
It's a gamble with your life, where my pot at
He don't want to get wet, what kind of shit is that
Nina gonna get you wet, cause she made for that
Run up in yo house wet
A young nigga from the projects
That bitch ask where I'm going, I said to the top
That bitch ask what I'm doing, I said getting gwap
That bitch wanna know too much, she wanna know my spot
She wanna know where I hang out, she wanna count my gwap
But she can't cause I don't trust no one
I got my gun I ain't for no one
What you wet bitch, wanna know where I'm at bitch
I got trust issues right along with my gat bitch
TEC lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)
Damn Sosa
No one smokes weed out here on the-
On the corner, no one smokes it like you man!
You smoke trees all day? These mother fuckers don’t know what they're doing
[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
No one on the corner tote a strap like Sosa
No one on the corner let it clap like Sosa
No one on the corner make it happen like Sosa
No one on the corner is da captin' like Sosa
Ridin' and the hoes act up hyped though
Wherever Benji go, thats where I glo
Seen too many hoes, get too many hoes
No one on the corner got it like Sosa
Flexin on these niggas bet they like Sosa
Smokin Ganja nigga never light hoes
I'm a handy man I let the pipe go
If you scared nigga read a bible
[Hook:]
No one on the co[Hook x2:]
Boy hold my jewelry it's a pound
Brick on my wrist right now
And I'm finna go and scoop ya bitch
And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks
Finna pull up on my ex
Pull up on my ex make that bitch mad
"I ain't got no fucking type of respect
But I heard you get respect with TEC"
D-Moe go grab the pound
Thots coming over to suck us right now
Roll up let's get high
Smoke a nigga frown
Let 'em come up in this fucking house
Pistol to his motherfucking mouth
I told him "watch this motherfucking mouth"
Who the fuck talking now?
Flexin, look at my muscle (look at my motherfuckin' muscle)
My truck got a muscle (truck got a motherfuckin' muscle)
It ain't American, it's foreign
My bitch ain't American, she foreign
She is from Dubai
I got that check, then I flew by I roll by
Didn't stop for nobody
I don't fuck with nobody
I'll hop out and fuck your body and your party
We'll come through, shoot your party
Who told you to party? Not GloGang
Fuck boy you is a no name
[Hook x2:]
Boy hold my jewelry it's a pound
Brick on my wrist right now
And I'm finna go and scoop ya bitch
And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks
Finna pull up on my ex
Pull up on my ex make that bitch mad
"I ain't got no fucking type of respect
But I heard you get respect with TEC"
I just bought a chopper let's do a hit
You wife for us, she doing dicks
I got a .30 with a stick
I'm Glo Gang, we hella rich
These niggas hate but niggas bitches
These niggas tellin, niggas snitches
And you know snitches they get stitches
Pulling up and you get digits
Talking numbers, hunnid rounds
Catch you lacking it's man down
When I kill you, Ima frown
Ain't no fucking laughing or playing around
rner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
No one on the corner get money like Sosa
No one on the corner got them hundreds like Sosa
No one on the corner rock shows like Sosa
No one on the corner rock hoes like Sosa
Like Sosa, like Sosa, these bitches love Sosa
If you're fine, you get closer and closer
These niggas hate Sosa
Its okay, I'm a put them thangs on ya!
Gas and then you're the first to flame on ya
Volcano your ass, King Kong ya
The choppa come through red flame on ya
Who got some moves on the corner?
[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
No one smokes weed out here on the-
On the corner, no one smokes it like you man!
You smoke trees all day? These mother fuckers don’t know what they're doing
[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
No one on the corner tote a strap like Sosa
No one on the corner let it clap like Sosa
No one on the corner make it happen like Sosa
No one on the corner is da captin' like Sosa
Ridin' and the hoes act up hyped though
Wherever Benji go, thats where I glo
Seen too many hoes, get too many hoes
No one on the corner got it like Sosa
Flexin on these niggas bet they like Sosa
Smokin Ganja nigga never light hoes
I'm a handy man I let the pipe go
If you scared nigga read a bible
[Hook:]
No one on the co[Hook x2:]
Boy hold my jewelry it's a pound
Brick on my wrist right now
And I'm finna go and scoop ya bitch
And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks
Finna pull up on my ex
Pull up on my ex make that bitch mad
"I ain't got no fucking type of respect
But I heard you get respect with TEC"
D-Moe go grab the pound
Thots coming over to suck us right now
Roll up let's get high
Smoke a nigga frown
Let 'em come up in this fucking house
Pistol to his motherfucking mouth
I told him "watch this motherfucking mouth"
Who the fuck talking now?
Flexin, look at my muscle (look at my motherfuckin' muscle)
My truck got a muscle (truck got a motherfuckin' muscle)
It ain't American, it's foreign
My bitch ain't American, she foreign
She is from Dubai
I got that check, then I flew by I roll by
Didn't stop for nobody
I don't fuck with nobody
I'll hop out and fuck your body and your party
We'll come through, shoot your party
Who told you to party? Not GloGang
Fuck boy you is a no name
[Hook x2:]
Boy hold my jewelry it's a pound
Brick on my wrist right now
And I'm finna go and scoop ya bitch
And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks
Finna pull up on my ex
Pull up on my ex make that bitch mad
"I ain't got no fucking type of respect
But I heard you get respect with TEC"
I just bought a chopper let's do a hit
You wife for us, she doing dicks
I got a .30 with a stick
I'm Glo Gang, we hella rich
These niggas hate but niggas bitches
These niggas tellin, niggas snitches
And you know snitches they get stitches
Pulling up and you get digits
Talking numbers, hunnid rounds
Catch you lacking it's man down
When I kill you, Ima frown
Ain't no fucking laughing or playing around
rner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
No one on the corner get money like Sosa
No one on the corner got them hundreds like Sosa
No one on the corner rock shows like Sosa
No one on the corner rock hoes like Sosa
Like Sosa, like Sosa, these bitches love Sosa
If you're fine, you get closer and closer
These niggas hate Sosa
Its okay, I'm a put them thangs on ya!
Gas and then you're the first to flame on ya
Volcano your ass, King Kong ya
The choppa come through red flame on ya
Who got some moves on the corner?
[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
On The Corner lyrics - Chief Keef
Damn Sosa
No one smokes weed out here on the-
On the corner, no one smokes it like you man!
You smoke trees all day? These mother fuckers don’t know what they're doing
[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
No one on the corner tote a strap like Sosa
No one on the corner let it clap like Sosa
No one on the corner make it happen like Sosa
No one on the corner is da captin' like Sosa
Ridin' and the hoes act up hyped though
Wherever Benji go, thats where I glo
Seen too many hoes, get too many hoes
No one on the corner got it like Sosa
Flexin on these niggas bet they like Sosa
Smokin Ganja nigga never light hoes
I'm a handy man I let the pipe go
If you scared nigga read a bible
[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
No one on the corner get money like Sosa
No one on the corner got them hundreds like Sosa
No one on the corner rock shows like Sosa
No one on the corner rock hoes like Sosa
Like Sosa, like Sosa, these bitches love Sosa
If you're fine, you get closer and closer
These niggas hate Sosa
Its okay, I'm a put them thangs on ya!
Gas and then you're the first to flame on ya
Volcano your ass, King Kong ya
The choppa come through red flame on ya
Who got some moves on the corner?
[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
No one smokes weed out here on the-
On the corner, no one smokes it like you man!
You smoke trees all day? These mother fuckers don’t know what they're doing
[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
No one on the corner tote a strap like Sosa
No one on the corner let it clap like Sosa
No one on the corner make it happen like Sosa
No one on the corner is da captin' like Sosa
Ridin' and the hoes act up hyped though
Wherever Benji go, thats where I glo
Seen too many hoes, get too many hoes
No one on the corner got it like Sosa
Flexin on these niggas bet they like Sosa
Smokin Ganja nigga never light hoes
I'm a handy man I let the pipe go
If you scared nigga read a bible
[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
No one on the corner get money like Sosa
No one on the corner got them hundreds like Sosa
No one on the corner rock shows like Sosa
No one on the corner rock hoes like Sosa
Like Sosa, like Sosa, these bitches love Sosa
If you're fine, you get closer and closer
These niggas hate Sosa
Its okay, I'm a put them thangs on ya!
Gas and then you're the first to flame on ya
Volcano your ass, King Kong ya
The choppa come through red flame on ya
Who got some moves on the corner?
[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
MCM lyrics - Chief Keef
[Hook:]
She say that I'm her MCM (girl you lyin)
But I dont wear no MCM (no I don't)
All I wear is hermes when I do (I spend 15 bands)
Ridin' on, flexin' on you (like skr skr skr, skr skr skr)
She posted me up as her MCM (as her MCM)
But I dont wear no MCM (I dont wear no fuckin MCM)
I spend 20 hundreds when I do (20 hundreds when I do)
Bitch I'm cold bitch I'm sick got the flu (bitch I'm sick got the flu)
She say I'm her MCM I be stuntin'
She say I'm her MCM I be swaggin' (swaggin swag)
Hop up in my car and then I drive it
I mean I dont drive it I ride it fast
Put my feet to the gas
Smokin' on this gas
Put your shit in the trash
Shawty know that I'm the man
Seen my ice she like damn
Baby I dont need no fan
She seen my car she like damn
[Hook:]
She say that I'm her MCM
But I dont wear no MCM
All I wear is hermes when I do
Ridin' on, flexin' on you
She posted me up as her MCM
But I dont wear no MCM
I spend 20 hundreds when I do
Bitch I'm cold bitch I'm sick got the flu
MCM, MCM, baby why am I your MCM?
Tell me now, tell me now
I dont ball bitch I [?]
I dont fuck please dont let me down
Im on point bitch on every sound
Ima fly up you take the levi down
Always in something foreign I'm heavy now
Spend 50,000 in true religion
You spend 10,000 think you the shited
It's Luois Vuitton for my luoreligion
They had Gucci for my gureligion
[Hook:]
She say that I'm her MCM
But I dont wear no MCM
All I wear is hermes when I do
Ridin' on, flexin' on you
She posted me up as her MCM
But I dont wear no MCM
I spend 20 hundreds when I do
Bitch I'm cold bitch I'm sick got the flu
She say that I'm her MCM (girl you lyin)
But I dont wear no MCM (no I don't)
All I wear is hermes when I do (I spend 15 bands)
Ridin' on, flexin' on you (like skr skr skr, skr skr skr)
She posted me up as her MCM (as her MCM)
But I dont wear no MCM (I dont wear no fuckin MCM)
I spend 20 hundreds when I do (20 hundreds when I do)
Bitch I'm cold bitch I'm sick got the flu (bitch I'm sick got the flu)
She say I'm her MCM I be stuntin'
She say I'm her MCM I be swaggin' (swaggin swag)
Hop up in my car and then I drive it
I mean I dont drive it I ride it fast
Put my feet to the gas
Smokin' on this gas
Put your shit in the trash
Shawty know that I'm the man
Seen my ice she like damn
Baby I dont need no fan
She seen my car she like damn
[Hook:]
She say that I'm her MCM
But I dont wear no MCM
All I wear is hermes when I do
Ridin' on, flexin' on you
She posted me up as her MCM
But I dont wear no MCM
I spend 20 hundreds when I do
Bitch I'm cold bitch I'm sick got the flu
MCM, MCM, baby why am I your MCM?
Tell me now, tell me now
I dont ball bitch I [?]
I dont fuck please dont let me down
Im on point bitch on every sound
Ima fly up you take the levi down
Always in something foreign I'm heavy now
Spend 50,000 in true religion
You spend 10,000 think you the shited
It's Luois Vuitton for my luoreligion
They had Gucci for my gureligion
[Hook:]
She say that I'm her MCM
But I dont wear no MCM
All I wear is hermes when I do
Ridin' on, flexin' on you
She posted me up as her MCM
But I dont wear no MCM
I spend 20 hundreds when I do
Bitch I'm cold bitch I'm sick got the flu
Haten lyrics - Chief Keef
All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They yayughu ugh een gone
All of my bling on
My watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
[Hook:]
All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They like, “Sosa where you been?”
I've been getting money, “you've been gone.”
Come back with my watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
Getting my bawss on
They be haten. [x5]
They be haten. [x5]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Well I got money all up in my pores
Bitches all up in my phone
Niggas start to haten, and then stop participatin'
Then gon' get it gon' get it on
Bitch I spent four checks on my own
Pulled up flexin' on the low
Remember taking dope money back like, “Ay sir I'm Shawn.”
What the fuck you thought?
I had to go get me some gwap
I don’t like no snow
I had to go get me a loan
These niggas come through before
Me, I come through more hard
[?]
This is where I'm hot
Need some M&Millions, I like Chocolate
Peel up with no ceilings on, I think that I'm hot
I think that I'm Wayne, big timers blang blang
[Hook:]
All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They like, “Sosa where you been?”
I've been getting money, “you've been gone.”
Come back with my watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
Getting my bawss on
They be haten. [x5]
They be haten. [x5]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Air force ones, with no socks
Remember having rocks in my socks
Bitch I got my jewelry that I dont even wear but I'm a put it on and get hot
All these fuck niggas jealous, they don’t want me to kill it. They dont give a fuck if I flop!
But I'm a keep on killin', I'm a keep me Millin' I'm a straight go chase that gwap!
Pull up smoking skunk to the skunk
Shawty got some junk in the trunk
And these niggas keep on haten but I dont give a mother fucking fuck to the fuck!
Sneak dissin' like what to the what?
Im like huh to the huh?
I'm just getting money that’s it homie duh duh duh duh duh
Ayyy 110 in a 55 now running from the cops
She say I got style, baby I get that a lot
I get that a lot
I get that a lot
[Hook:]
All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They like, “Sosa where you been?”
I've been getting money, “you've been gone.”
Come back with my watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
Getting my bawss on
They be haten. [x5]
They be haten. [x5]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Smoking on the strong
They yayughu ugh een gone
All of my bling on
My watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
[Hook:]
All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They like, “Sosa where you been?”
I've been getting money, “you've been gone.”
Come back with my watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
Getting my bawss on
They be haten. [x5]
They be haten. [x5]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Well I got money all up in my pores
Bitches all up in my phone
Niggas start to haten, and then stop participatin'
Then gon' get it gon' get it on
Bitch I spent four checks on my own
Pulled up flexin' on the low
Remember taking dope money back like, “Ay sir I'm Shawn.”
What the fuck you thought?
I had to go get me some gwap
I don’t like no snow
I had to go get me a loan
These niggas come through before
Me, I come through more hard
[?]
This is where I'm hot
Need some M&Millions, I like Chocolate
Peel up with no ceilings on, I think that I'm hot
I think that I'm Wayne, big timers blang blang
[Hook:]
All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They like, “Sosa where you been?”
I've been getting money, “you've been gone.”
Come back with my watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
Getting my bawss on
They be haten. [x5]
They be haten. [x5]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Air force ones, with no socks
Remember having rocks in my socks
Bitch I got my jewelry that I dont even wear but I'm a put it on and get hot
All these fuck niggas jealous, they don’t want me to kill it. They dont give a fuck if I flop!
But I'm a keep on killin', I'm a keep me Millin' I'm a straight go chase that gwap!
Pull up smoking skunk to the skunk
Shawty got some junk in the trunk
And these niggas keep on haten but I dont give a mother fucking fuck to the fuck!
Sneak dissin' like what to the what?
Im like huh to the huh?
I'm just getting money that’s it homie duh duh duh duh duh
Ayyy 110 in a 55 now running from the cops
She say I got style, baby I get that a lot
I get that a lot
I get that a lot
[Hook:]
All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They like, “Sosa where you been?”
I've been getting money, “you've been gone.”
Come back with my watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
Getting my bawss on
They be haten. [x5]
They be haten. [x5]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Fool Ya lyrics - Chief Keef
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Bang Bang Bang!
Doh, doh doh doh
Skert, skert, skert
(DP on the beat)
Hundred for the one's and two hundred for my...
[Hook:]
I paid hundred for the ones
And two hundred for my gun
Paid a hundred for the drum
Just to go up in my gun
Paid fifty for some bullets
That's your box of bullets
Shoot 'em at your stomach
And shoot at your medulla
With my ruger
Smoking Tooka
In my beamer
I'm a fool
Pull up on ya
Pull up to ya
Switch cars
Did I fool ya?
Pull up in that 'Rari, hallelujah
Then I hop up in my Beemer just to fool ya
Fool your bitch, I pull up in that fucking Hummer
Hummer H2 bitch, nah this ain't no scooter
It go faster than a Harley
Someone please pass me the damn Molly
Even though I don't smoke with nobody
I don't need no bodyguard I got my body
Got my Tommy
Shoot this shit right up at your tummy
Now you're looking like a zombie
Trying to get help but you couldn't find it
My Beemer colored soo woo ravioli
'Member when I used to eat ravioli?
Now I can buy Kay Kay a little pony
Anything she want, you know I'm on it
That money I be on it
I ain't got no business sitting on it
I just got some business with getting money
You ain't talking money, that shit phony
[Hook:]
I paid hundred for the ones
And two hundred for my gun
Paid a hundred for the drum
Just to go up in my gun
Paid fifty for some bullets
That's your box of bullets
Shoot 'em at your stomach
And shoot at your medulla
With my ruger
Smoking Tooka
In my beamer
I'm a fool
Pull up on ya
Pull up to ya
Switch cars
Did I fool ya?
So we're coolin' in my mansion
Holding your bitch for randsom
How much you got to get her back fam
She ain't worth shit so I hope you got a bounty
Boy I heard your belt Versace
I got 50 times Versace in my pocket
Money be my logic
So you know I'm all about it
Bang Bang Bang!
Doh, doh doh doh
Skert, skert, skert
(DP on the beat)
Hundred for the one's and two hundred for my...
[Hook:]
I paid hundred for the ones
And two hundred for my gun
Paid a hundred for the drum
Just to go up in my gun
Paid fifty for some bullets
That's your box of bullets
Shoot 'em at your stomach
And shoot at your medulla
With my ruger
Smoking Tooka
In my beamer
I'm a fool
Pull up on ya
Pull up to ya
Switch cars
Did I fool ya?
Pull up in that 'Rari, hallelujah
Then I hop up in my Beemer just to fool ya
Fool your bitch, I pull up in that fucking Hummer
Hummer H2 bitch, nah this ain't no scooter
It go faster than a Harley
Someone please pass me the damn Molly
Even though I don't smoke with nobody
I don't need no bodyguard I got my body
Got my Tommy
Shoot this shit right up at your tummy
Now you're looking like a zombie
Trying to get help but you couldn't find it
My Beemer colored soo woo ravioli
'Member when I used to eat ravioli?
Now I can buy Kay Kay a little pony
Anything she want, you know I'm on it
That money I be on it
I ain't got no business sitting on it
I just got some business with getting money
You ain't talking money, that shit phony
[Hook:]
I paid hundred for the ones
And two hundred for my gun
Paid a hundred for the drum
Just to go up in my gun
Paid fifty for some bullets
That's your box of bullets
Shoot 'em at your stomach
And shoot at your medulla
With my ruger
Smoking Tooka
In my beamer
I'm a fool
Pull up on ya
Pull up to ya
Switch cars
Did I fool ya?
So we're coolin' in my mansion
Holding your bitch for randsom
How much you got to get her back fam
She ain't worth shit so I hope you got a bounty
Boy I heard your belt Versace
I got 50 times Versace in my pocket
Money be my logic
So you know I'm all about it
Need It lyrics - Chief Keef
I'm weeded
No stressing girl nata I'm weeded
Yeah thats cool [x4]
I fucked her on top of temp
[Hook:]
I fucked her on top of tempedic (temperpedic)
Tryna' stress me girl, nata I don't need it
No stressing no nata I'm weeded
Interest me if not I will be leaving [x2]
He flexin' like I'm not, I don't believe it
Check out my watch check out his watch is his singin'?
These lessons I'm teaching, they taught me it
God blessed me, I'm flexing, walking it
Pull up for that money I'm walking it
Pulled your thot I catch her im freezin'[?]
I live this no I'm not talking it
That money yeah I be stalking it
Got your bitch, I'm in ice, freezin'
Left with your heat if you are with it
Please do not ig or tweet it
The feds watching I do no snitchin'
I spend money, I do no bitchin'
I make money, I use no kitchens
Niggas washed up and I'll do those dishes
I'm tucked up and I need more tension
That thot I fucked her, she's in love
Shes like "no Chief Keef he's a drug"
Cops like "no Chief Keef he's a thug"
Niggas like "Chief Keef no he's a scrub"
But I'm countin' benjis no bucks
And thots I'm fuckin' plenty so what
I'll be like don't let me get no pennies or ones
Is you william just like wendy or what
[Hook:]
I fucked her on top of tempedic
Tryna' stress me girl, nata I don't need it
No stressing no nata I'm weeded
Interest me if not I will be leaving [x2]
He flexin' like I'm not, I don't believe it
Check out my watch check out his watch is his singin'?
These lessons I'm teaching, they taught me it
God blessed me, I'm flexing, walking it
No stressing girl nata I'm weeded
Yeah thats cool [x4]
I fucked her on top of temp
[Hook:]
I fucked her on top of tempedic (temperpedic)
Tryna' stress me girl, nata I don't need it
No stressing no nata I'm weeded
Interest me if not I will be leaving [x2]
He flexin' like I'm not, I don't believe it
Check out my watch check out his watch is his singin'?
These lessons I'm teaching, they taught me it
God blessed me, I'm flexing, walking it
Pull up for that money I'm walking it
Pulled your thot I catch her im freezin'[?]
I live this no I'm not talking it
That money yeah I be stalking it
Got your bitch, I'm in ice, freezin'
Left with your heat if you are with it
Please do not ig or tweet it
The feds watching I do no snitchin'
I spend money, I do no bitchin'
I make money, I use no kitchens
Niggas washed up and I'll do those dishes
I'm tucked up and I need more tension
That thot I fucked her, she's in love
Shes like "no Chief Keef he's a drug"
Cops like "no Chief Keef he's a thug"
Niggas like "Chief Keef no he's a scrub"
But I'm countin' benjis no bucks
And thots I'm fuckin' plenty so what
I'll be like don't let me get no pennies or ones
Is you william just like wendy or what
[Hook:]
I fucked her on top of tempedic
Tryna' stress me girl, nata I don't need it
No stressing no nata I'm weeded
Interest me if not I will be leaving [x2]
He flexin' like I'm not, I don't believe it
Check out my watch check out his watch is his singin'?
These lessons I'm teaching, they taught me it
God blessed me, I'm flexing, walking it
10 Toes Down lyrics - Chief Keef
Need to be happy...
[Hook:]
Ten toes down, I got shows and verses
I'ma bring 'em to your town
For the right fuckin' amount, you can hit me up right now
50 for a show and 20 for a 12
I'm a loose screw, I ain't no nail
Walk up in the building
She either smelled the loud or Chanel
I think she goin' for the kill
She steady callin' my phone
My battery she damn near killed me
My phone steady ringin'
This bitch damn near killed me
What's on my line, that “ffffffffrrrr beeeep"
They be callin' all the time
Bang bang, what's that, my gun
I up this mothafucka, blew it, make him run, better run
Little Gump, run Forrest, run
3 grams in the blunt, we have 1 on 1
I love gettin' money, and I know you know it man
Yeah I like Nina shootin', why the fuck you hold it in
I walk in and break the bank, then walk out and close you in
What the fuck you lookin' at, I swear I don't know you man
I'm sayin' I'ma a Glo man, I don't need no tan
I pull up, hop out, standin' in my stance
[Hook:]
Ten toes down, I got shows and verses
I'ma bring 'em to your town
For the right fuckin' amount, you can hit me up right now
50 for a show and 20 for a 12
I'm a loose screw, I ain't no nail
Walk up in the building
She either smelled the loud or Chanel
I think she goin' for the kill
She steady callin' my phone
My battery she damn near killed me
My phone steady ringin'
This bitch damn near killed me
Skrrt pullin' off, I'm so raw
Ha-ha high a lot, ruff ruff I'm a dog
Chh-chh go my paws
Cause these fuckas itch a lot
Bitch I got my bong, I don't want you, take me home
I be smokin' skunk, got it from the loft
'Member sellin' junkies, now I gotten dope
'Member red monkeys, closet full of Trues
If you lookin' for me, I'm probably on the news
One plus two, that equals a few
I want ten times 500,000 cool
I pull up rude, my jewelry du-du
Brick and balony in my pocket, Milonakis stew
[Hook:]
Ten toes down, I got shows and verses
I'ma bring 'em to your town
For the right fuckin' amount, you can hit me up right now
50 for a show and 20 for a 12
I'm a loose screw, I ain't no nail
Walk up in the building
She either smelled the loud or Chanel
I think she goin' for the kill
She steady callin' my phone
My battery she damn near killed me
My phone steady ringin'
This bitch damn near killed me
[Hook:]
Ten toes down, I got shows and verses
I'ma bring 'em to your town
For the right fuckin' amount, you can hit me up right now
50 for a show and 20 for a 12
I'm a loose screw, I ain't no nail
Walk up in the building
She either smelled the loud or Chanel
I think she goin' for the kill
She steady callin' my phone
My battery she damn near killed me
My phone steady ringin'
This bitch damn near killed me
What's on my line, that “ffffffffrrrr beeeep"
They be callin' all the time
Bang bang, what's that, my gun
I up this mothafucka, blew it, make him run, better run
Little Gump, run Forrest, run
3 grams in the blunt, we have 1 on 1
I love gettin' money, and I know you know it man
Yeah I like Nina shootin', why the fuck you hold it in
I walk in and break the bank, then walk out and close you in
What the fuck you lookin' at, I swear I don't know you man
I'm sayin' I'ma a Glo man, I don't need no tan
I pull up, hop out, standin' in my stance
[Hook:]
Ten toes down, I got shows and verses
I'ma bring 'em to your town
For the right fuckin' amount, you can hit me up right now
50 for a show and 20 for a 12
I'm a loose screw, I ain't no nail
Walk up in the building
She either smelled the loud or Chanel
I think she goin' for the kill
She steady callin' my phone
My battery she damn near killed me
My phone steady ringin'
This bitch damn near killed me
Skrrt pullin' off, I'm so raw
Ha-ha high a lot, ruff ruff I'm a dog
Chh-chh go my paws
Cause these fuckas itch a lot
Bitch I got my bong, I don't want you, take me home
I be smokin' skunk, got it from the loft
'Member sellin' junkies, now I gotten dope
'Member red monkeys, closet full of Trues
If you lookin' for me, I'm probably on the news
One plus two, that equals a few
I want ten times 500,000 cool
I pull up rude, my jewelry du-du
Brick and balony in my pocket, Milonakis stew
[Hook:]
Ten toes down, I got shows and verses
I'ma bring 'em to your town
For the right fuckin' amount, you can hit me up right now
50 for a show and 20 for a 12
I'm a loose screw, I ain't no nail
Walk up in the building
She either smelled the loud or Chanel
I think she goin' for the kill
She steady callin' my phone
My battery she damn near killed me
My phone steady ringin'
This bitch damn near killed me
All In lyrics - Chief Keef
[Hook:]
All in, all in
If you tossing money I am all in
Heard you wanna laugh nigga ball then
I just left yo bitch and I got all in
All in, all in
Yo bitch on me cuz I keep balling
And I swear that this money keep calling
But as long as it keeps coming I am all in
Aww damn
Just got some guns and some balls yeaa
Never wanna hear all in
That mac and tec be cousins
They be bussin, they cussin
Toolie out im like fuck it
Unless the police come I won't tuck it for nothing
Heard niggas on that fuck shit
Click clack this nina ready to fuck shit
Catch up no Dj Mustard
Boy you ain't getting no money if I ain't love it
Money be my discussion
You ain't discussing money, I ain't talkin
[Hook:]
All in, all in
If you tossing money I am all in
Heard you wanna laugh nigga ball then
I just left yo bitch and I got all in
All in, all in
Yo bitch on me cuz I keep balling
And I swear that this money keep calling
But as long as it keeps coming I am all in
All in, met yo bitch and I was all in that thang
When I pull up I went all in the paint
Trap house, flats all in that thang
Nah boy you can't hang, nigga you can't hang
You ain't with the glo gang, you ain't with the gang gang
I be spitting propane
It's something that I know man
I be balling, I be wilding
VIP and fuck a line
And I be all up in the club
Standing all over the couches
And I do this shit for Blood
Henny all over the couches
If you talking bout that money, I swear I am bout it
[Hook:]
All in, all in
If you tossing money I am all in
Heard you wanna laugh nigga ball then
I just left yo bitch and I got all in
All in, all in
Yo bitch on me cuz I keep balling
And I swear that this money keep calling
But as long as it keeps coming I am all in
I got all the hoes, I got all the hoes
I got all the rolls, I be on the road
I can count this money with my eyes closed
Ride by you, bye-bye ho!
Cuz im bout my rolls, bitch I'm bout my rolls
You ain't talking rolls then I gotta go
I thought you knew, baby I am bout my rolls
I'm bout my pesos, my rolls
You ain't talkin pesos I shoot you in ya nose
And ya mouth
Cuz you wasn't talking right
Better bring that money to the light
BITCH NIGGA
Cuz i'm a rich nigga
For a show I need 6 figures
You talking 30 bands, I'ma take it
But your show I might not make it
Hoes think I am Jamaican
Rastafari dreads they be shaking
Pull up on they block, niggas shaking
Click clack this ning ding finna get baking
Bitch, I eat bacon
But I don't fuck with big, see them then I shake it
They gon try to strip me naked
Take me to the cell I can take it
It ain't nothing, aye
Nigga try me then it's bussin
10-10, call a 10-10 code 10
Cuz that ning ding be my twin twin
That's the only friend I got
Other than guap
My momma told me trust no one
Snakes in the grass one of em gon bite
I got all the hoes, I got all the hoes
I got all the rolls, I be on the road
I can count this money with my eyes closed
Ride by you, bye-bye ho!
Cuz im bout my rolls, bitch I'm bout my rolls
You ain't talking rolls then I gotta go
I thought you knew, baby I am bout my rolls
I thought you mothafuckin knew
Pull up bitch i'm bout my rolls
You ain't talking rolls then we bout to blow
At your mothafuckin skull and your fucking nose
And your teeth nigga
We gonna make your dumbass bleed nigga
30 in this ning ding nigga
It's a drill bitch, ding ding nigga
All in, all in
If you tossing money I am all in
Heard you wanna laugh nigga ball then
I just left yo bitch and I got all in
All in, all in
Yo bitch on me cuz I keep balling
And I swear that this money keep calling
But as long as it keeps coming I am all in
Aww damn
Just got some guns and some balls yeaa
Never wanna hear all in
That mac and tec be cousins
They be bussin, they cussin
Toolie out im like fuck it
Unless the police come I won't tuck it for nothing
Heard niggas on that fuck shit
Click clack this nina ready to fuck shit
Catch up no Dj Mustard
Boy you ain't getting no money if I ain't love it
Money be my discussion
You ain't discussing money, I ain't talkin
[Hook:]
All in, all in
If you tossing money I am all in
Heard you wanna laugh nigga ball then
I just left yo bitch and I got all in
All in, all in
Yo bitch on me cuz I keep balling
And I swear that this money keep calling
But as long as it keeps coming I am all in
All in, met yo bitch and I was all in that thang
When I pull up I went all in the paint
Trap house, flats all in that thang
Nah boy you can't hang, nigga you can't hang
You ain't with the glo gang, you ain't with the gang gang
I be spitting propane
It's something that I know man
I be balling, I be wilding
VIP and fuck a line
And I be all up in the club
Standing all over the couches
And I do this shit for Blood
Henny all over the couches
If you talking bout that money, I swear I am bout it
[Hook:]
All in, all in
If you tossing money I am all in
Heard you wanna laugh nigga ball then
I just left yo bitch and I got all in
All in, all in
Yo bitch on me cuz I keep balling
And I swear that this money keep calling
But as long as it keeps coming I am all in
I got all the hoes, I got all the hoes
I got all the rolls, I be on the road
I can count this money with my eyes closed
Ride by you, bye-bye ho!
Cuz im bout my rolls, bitch I'm bout my rolls
You ain't talking rolls then I gotta go
I thought you knew, baby I am bout my rolls
I'm bout my pesos, my rolls
You ain't talkin pesos I shoot you in ya nose
And ya mouth
Cuz you wasn't talking right
Better bring that money to the light
BITCH NIGGA
Cuz i'm a rich nigga
For a show I need 6 figures
You talking 30 bands, I'ma take it
But your show I might not make it
Hoes think I am Jamaican
Rastafari dreads they be shaking
Pull up on they block, niggas shaking
Click clack this ning ding finna get baking
Bitch, I eat bacon
But I don't fuck with big, see them then I shake it
They gon try to strip me naked
Take me to the cell I can take it
It ain't nothing, aye
Nigga try me then it's bussin
10-10, call a 10-10 code 10
Cuz that ning ding be my twin twin
That's the only friend I got
Other than guap
My momma told me trust no one
Snakes in the grass one of em gon bite
I got all the hoes, I got all the hoes
I got all the rolls, I be on the road
I can count this money with my eyes closed
Ride by you, bye-bye ho!
Cuz im bout my rolls, bitch I'm bout my rolls
You ain't talking rolls then I gotta go
I thought you knew, baby I am bout my rolls
I thought you mothafuckin knew
Pull up bitch i'm bout my rolls
You ain't talking rolls then we bout to blow
At your mothafuckin skull and your fucking nose
And your teeth nigga
We gonna make your dumbass bleed nigga
30 in this ning ding nigga
It's a drill bitch, ding ding nigga
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