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2nd Day Out lyrics - Chief Keef

Starting off my day with a blunt stuffed
Pussy kept on talking he got fucked up
Big black Glock and a cup of purp
You already know I'm finna sip some sizzurp
I'm back off in the kitchen working with the pies
Say you need a half of brick, give me twelve-five
Fifty pounds of gross, several pounds of midget
Tadoe just brought a pretty fucking fifty
My gun need a mag, he happy then he mad
Someone leavin' real soon, so he send his ass
Hop out of that van with like two little mags
And if a nigga try me I'm 'a do his ass
I'm counting up the paper in my office room
And I'm witch, bitch, please don't make me spark the broom
Guns in every little cut, like a fucking savage
Hear the SWAT team, come you gotta fucking have it
Man I'm tired of buying jocks, I need a rocket launcher
You ain't tryna incriminate then bitch stop the camera
I used to drive the foreign through my backyard
Hit the dough and I'm 'a blow you like a Saks card
Sosa back bitch, yeah I'm back bitch
That little stupid ass, dirty ass, black bitch
This that new shit, that fuck the jail shit
Fuck nigga, no, that it ain't in my heritage
You on my shit list, you like a biscuit
Granny say if it ain't broke don't try to fix it
I got a sick wrist, it cost like six-six
Zero zero zero nigga, come and get this
I got a stupid swag, please don't touch my Louis bag
Pole on me nigga, you gon' make me do you bad
Bitch my Louis bag, that bitch Scooby snacks
I need an elephant, giraffe and a Cougar cat

Bitch I end my day ten...
Bitch I end my day ten in the morning
You can sneak diss this bitch still is going
We gon' hit his block, pull up, hit the horn
I ain't talking the whip bitch, this bitch is blowing
Stick a silly nigga now he's silicon
Granny what you doing? She say I'm whipping corn
I just bough a chopper bitch, it'll shake the storm
Pull up auditorium and shake the dorm
Saying you can't stand me, pussy take a seat
Call 'em McDonald's 'cause he faking beef
Hit the back block and then take the street
Piss on his grave, I got to take a leak
Standing on the curb and I'm flaming dope
Seventeen years old I was strangling hoes
Had to grow up and make a bankroll
.40 get to singing, she'll take your soul
My auntie need some strips, sister need a crib
Told her tie your shoes little baby and don't even trip
I hopped up in that truck with the double cup
And it can't spill, I make that bitch buckle up
I'm counting up bodies as they fucking drop
Nigga think he had them streets, we had to break his lock
He got a high fade, we had to shave his top
Car so loud vroom vroom, might wake the block
Four Porches, nine elevens, and like eight bitches
It's a horse on the seat, they tryna take pictures
And that pussy nigga scared, you know I hate chickens
He done caught a domestic, it's the state business
Make them see the light and it's bright white
Young boy brown as shit, but my ice white
They spying on the spot with them fucking drones
Tell them helicopters get the fucking on
Baby I'm low-key if I'm fucking you
I can fucking don't say shit this what I do
Smoke them like a kite like my cousin Ku
Bullets popping out like a fucking Boo

Ay, ay, ay, yeah
Phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew
Second day out! Ay!
Second day out! Ay ay!
Second day out!
Phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew
Phew

All I Talk Cash lyrics - Chief Keef

Came through with that cash and that swag
Fuck a bag, put the racks in my pants
I went in Saks, spent a sack 'cause I get it right back
Fucked your bitch, gave her back 'cause I get it like that
Catch you with the hammer, I don't dance
You want beef? I'ma turn you into a tranny
I don't wanna fuck your bitch, she want romance
I wanna fuck, don't wanna dance
I got a million in my pants now
I don't use no rubber bands now
Big bank take little bank, stand down
'Fore I pull the racks up out my pants now

I pulled up, million dollar cash down
'cause I got that sack now
All I talk is racks, all I talk is cash now
You not flexin', sit your ass down
What is you, a class clown?
Only language that I speak is million dollars cash down
Million dollars, million dollars, million dollars
Million dollars, million dollars, million dollars

Pulled up, trunk bangin', car swangin', now we gangin', war gangin'
Excuse me, I mean that we're gangin'
You want me in your club, you gon' have to let the gang in
Look here, I'm very well respected in the streets
Hop out my Emmy, and my wrist we got a P
I smoke dope, you be smokin' wack reefer
All the loud I smoke you think I spent a million on this weed
Told that bitch you had to go it's time to eat
She thought she was T'd, but she weak
When I say "T" that mean too turned, that's how I be
You want a show, you better million dollar me

I pulled up, million dollar cash down
'cause I got that sack now
All I talk is racks, all I talk is cash now
You not flexin', sit your ass down
What is you, a class clown?
Only language that I speak is million dollars cash down
Million dollars, million dollars, million dollars
Million dollars, million dollars, million dollars

Almight Sosa lyrics - Chief Keef

A, L, M, I, G, H, T, Y, S, O, S, A
Baby you know me, I'm that guy

Baby, A, L, M, I, G, H, T, Y, S, O, S, A
Baby you know me, I'm that guy
I'm smoking on Z, O, P, E and that shit, it got me high
And I know you wanna be on TV, but just go down for right now
I'm on this Promethazine, I'm 'bout to pour me a cup right now
This bitch probably wanna sit next to me
I try this head, like twenty-five thou'
Baby, you know how I'm rocking
Fuck around balling so hard, slam dunking

Got this 30 on me, it's tall, tell 'em I'm dunking
Give 'em 2 shots a piece, call it slam dunking
Hell yeah, I'll eat up all them nuggets
little niggas think they're flexing with their little muscles
She digging me, I figured it
Smoking on that dealer shit
Baby you is a dinner plate
PRA, that expensive shit
I ain't got no time for it
Might try to send me up, I got my 9 for it
Finna pour me up a 4 and hit my councils, bitch
Because I am high as shit
Baby, is you dripping some shit
I know you ain't tryna dry my shit
And I don't wanna beat yo' ass
'Cause I don't wanna go down and shit
I just want some top or some shit
I know you wanna be crowned and shit
But baby, I'm Almight So'
I'm balling like I'm having shit

Clip too long, got my guns showing
I love getting money, I got money pouring
Try to take it, ain't gotta do nothing, I got my youngins blowing
I'ma send yo' butt out the squad, I'm the youngest boy

Baby, A, L, M, I, G, H, T, Y, S, O, S, A
Baby you know me, I'm that guy
I'm smoking on Z, O, P, E and that shit, it got me high
And I know you wanna be on TV, but just go down for right now
I'm on this Promethazine, I'm 'bout to pour me a cup right now
This bitch probably wanna sit next to me
I try this head, like twenty-five thou'
Baby, you know how I'm rocking
Fuck around balling so hard, slam dunking

Almighty Gnar lyrics - Lil Gnar & Chief Keef

Damn, stupid dummy

I love some dodi (Damn)
Talkin' Olympians, bitch, I got trophies (Yeah)
Call me broksi (Nope)
Give your ass that Kobe, you try to backdoor me (Bang, bang, bang)
Skokie (Skokie)
Bitch, I'm from the Southside, ain't from Skokie
Call me Smokey
We ready if the opps think they can smoke me
These bitches dirty
Where I'm from, you get a pistol for dirty cheap
A McFlurry
Bitch, my fuckin' wrist a McFlurry
Like a jersey
We'll leave your t-shirt like a jersey (On God)
Did ya heard me? (Bang, bang, bang, huh, huh)

43B (Ftftft, beep, what?)

I just-I just got some brand new Marni (Damn, yeah)
I just-I just blew some bands in Onyx (Bands in Onyx)
I just took the stand and I lied yo' honor (On God, Sosa baby)
She gon' come to crib and give me that body (Damn)
I keep a big FN, I be with piranhas (Grrr)
I just copped a Lamb' truck, fuck yo' Honda (Ayy, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Lil Gnar like a doctor, he be medicated (Un un, meds)
I need my money now, I ain't got no patience

Blicky hit his chin like monkeypox, it get messey (Sosa baby)
I get work from Mexico, I'm plugged in with the ese
Caught that boy slippin' with the lead like a Xray (Xray)
Got your bitch squirtin' while she ridin' like a jetski (Like a jetski)
I feel like I'm Chief Keef in 2012 (Bang, bang)
All these bitches say they love me, I pour Wocky by myself
I just want some sloppy, told the thotty keep her pants on
Gave my youngin 20, told him slide with the shiest' on (Grrr)
Grown ass man, pay the bills, I keep the lights on (Damn)
Shit get extra sticky, FN blicky with the sights on
G-I-A certified, don't do rhinestone (Ya dig)
B-I-G, Big Guap, know I handle biz
Half a million on Gnarcotic Shoes, I done got Nike pissed (I did)
I done put the east side on my belt, they fuckin' love the kid
I run up these commas out the mud just like a cleat (What?)
When my granny died, it broke my heart, I turnt to beast (What?)
Short, thick, purple hair bitch, call her Wockiana
Only time I cheat on her is when I'm with my Glockiana (Bang, bang, bang)
Slide on some ahks, they on they deen, I'm finna pop a lil bean
Choppin' the top off of the 'Rari call it a guillotine (Yeah, yeah)
Run with some zoes, sak pase, they talkin' 'bout "N'ap boule"
Goyard bags came from France talkin' 'bout Mon Chéri
Hellen Keller, if you ain't talkin' 'bout money, I'ma deaf man
I just got a chain and a whip, I'm like, "Fuck the clan" (Dig)

I just-I just got some brand new Marni (Some brand new Marni)
I just-I just blew some bands in Onyx (I just-I just)
I just took the stand and I lied yo' honor (On God)
She gon' come to crib and give me that body (Damn)
I keep a big FN, I be with piranhas (Bang, bang)
I just copped a Lamb' truck, fuck yo' Honda (Grah)
Lil Gnar like a doctor, he be medicated (Yeah)
I need my money now, I ain't got no patience

Bang, bang, bang, grah (Damn, phew)

Any Opponent lyrics - Chief Keef

She's a very thot bitch, I saw her on the corner
That ain't my bitch, I just wanna fuck her momma
Xbox shit, I'm the only one
That's my shit, every time they cut me on
Came in the trap on the floor goes the money
That's a loud pack and I put a lighter on it
How my doors flap I be thinking I'm a hornet
Where he at I'm gon' have to kill my opponent

You said I ain't getting money, what you talking about?
I remember I used to live in my mom's house
Now I'm living large got a nice house
And the mansion man, I had to get the mice out
Tell her, "Baby girl who told you bring my pipe out?"
This bitch tripping because I cut the lights out
She cooking chickens in my shit got the rice out
35 for a show tell 'em right now
Went up in the club have my ice out
I'm blinging and they got the fucking lights out
Call Desperado for the chrome, he put the auto to your dome
Call Capper for a cappe he like right now
I'm like right now? This nigga got his ice out
Me and Jusglo riding strong
Yeah I have you waiting 30 hours long

She's a very dark bitch, I saw her on the corner
That ain't my bitch, I just wanna fuck her momma
Xbox shit, I'm the only one
That's my shit, every time they cut me on
Came in the trap on the floor goes the money
That's a loud pack and I put a lighter on it
How my doors flap I be thinking I'm a hornet
Where he at I'm gon' have to kill my opponent

You got a very freaky momma
We can do a slumber
She asked for my number
Gave her the Jack Lumber
Rolling in that uh-huh they're like there go Obama
Rolling of that um-hum bitch I can't even mumble
This bitch tripping off of nothing, told that bitch stumble
I'm 'a get this money you'll see how the cookie crumble
Go and fall bitch I won't be there to catch you
Go and sneeze there bitch I ain't gon' be there to bless you
20 grand my i8 can beat your Tesla
Foreign king ready, I'm like I just have to test it
Bitch so what it looks like I'm riding in the flexer
I saw that motherfucker and I'm like I gotta get 'em

She's a very dark bitch, I saw her on the corner
That ain't my bitch, I just wanna fuck her momma
Xbox shit, I'm the only one
That's my shit, every time they cut me on
Came in the trap on the floor goes the money
That's a loud pack and I put a lighter on it
How my doors flap I be thinking I'm a hornet
Where he at I'm gon' have to kill my opponent

Bands In Da Basement lyrics - 03 Greedo (feat. Chief Keef)

[03 Greedo:]
Bands in the basement
Ayy

Bands in the basement
Bands in the basement, money in the mattress
Bands in the basement, money in the mattress
Bands in the basement, money in the mattress (Ron-Ron do that shit)

Bands in the basement, money in the mattress
Work in the walls, I got millions in my mansion
Bands in the basement, money in the mattress
Work in the walls, I got millions in my mansion
Bands in the basement
Bands in the basement, the money in the mattress
Bands in the basement
Bands in the basement, the money in the mattress

[Chief Keef:]
Bitch jumped off the porch (Yeah), you niggas with the safe rolls
Stash by safe hoes, money in way out (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Louis V my shores (Ayy), swamp trucks, twin pumps (Huh)
Wet a nigga up if he tryna fuck a thot (Woah, ayy, ayy)
Back I was ringin' doorbells, find it funny, went a rebel (Ooh, uh)
We was ringin' doorbells, we was runnin' in the house (Ooh)
When you first locked out in Abbie, I was breaking down the ounces
When my dudes was in the kitchen, I was ringin' in the door
Fuck, she ever 'bout to fuck me, 'bout the Glock nine (Oh)
Fuck, she ever 'bout to fuck me, ref on one time
Fuck, she ever 'bout to fuck me, I'ma lock down
Fuck, she ever 'bout to fuck me, I'ma knock down
Mama keep it out, had to figure all the different round
I pulled up, he's still out, I had to lay him down and knock him out (Ayy, ayy)
Glock inside his mouth, my ally bought, I was in the South (Ayy, ayy)
Recording my freestyle, you know I dig it out, I'm diggin' out (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[03 Greedo:]
Bands in the basement
Bands in the basement, money in the mattress
Bands in the basement, money in the mattress
Bands in the basement, money in the mattress

Bands in the basement, money in the mattress
Work in the walls, I got millions in my mansion
Bands in the basement, money in the mattress
Work in the walls, I got millions in my mansion
Bands in the basement
Bands in the basement, the money in the mattress
Bands in the basement
Bands in the basement, the money in the mattress

BANG BANG lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

Ayy (Bang-bang)
Sos' baby
(EarDrummers)
Bang, bang, bang

Where I'm from you won't get shit with a handout
When I come through the city, niggas bring them bands out
Sound of the semi often sounding like we brought the pans out
I'm a hot boy, someone please bring the fans out
Make a bitch work, work, work, work, like Rihanna
Stash the twenties, stack the fifties, when I look up, I see hundreds
Man, you know how it feel if you never had nothin'
I can't know how you feel if you never said somethin' (Get that money)
I be runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Remember on the block gunnin', gunnin', gunnin', gunnin', gunnin'
Now I'm getting money, money, money, money, money, money
You can tell by my tummy, tummy, tummy, yummy, yummy
Remember selling dope out granny's, for my family
Now I can buy my granny a fucking Bentley
Fuck the rap game, fuck I look like buyin' a Plan B
But I gotta get this money, do you understand me?
I'ma fuck my trigger raw until that bitch saying, "Keef
Turn that Xbox off, 'cause ain't no bitch playing me"
Trying to play with me, you better off plannin' Plan B
'Cause your plan A didn't work, and I didn't understand each
Just got a call from my mama, she want another
Twenty racks, she will always be the one that's one up
Hop out the car, it smell like thunder, I wish you'd run up
I don't crush a lot, I can't, let me call Big Pun up

Bang bang, bang, bang bang, bang (Bang)
Bang bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang bang, bang
Bang bang, bang, bang, bang, (Bang)

In the trap steady walkin' to the peephole
Now I'm in a mansion, don't know my gate code
In the party, woo woo, okay ho
Cheno come through the back with the Draco
No cash ain't no on stage ho
Pan come through the front with the bankroll
She ran in the building, I was like, "Hey, bro
Who bitch in the front with the mango?"
Chief Sosa, I'm Mufasa, Rastafari bombaclota
We turn you to a water, lil' nigga, please don't get mopped up
My pistol Mad Max, I been running 'round with shottas
I'm the alley cat and you the rat that run around with coppers
Bitch, I'm balling so damn hard I think I need a Fiji water
Swear that money be my baby, hello Sosa, you're the father
Excuse me bro, do you sell dope? Fuck you a federale?
I'm a boss and these niggas hoes, that's why he fell behind me
I'm so fly, I'm so fly, in Hawaii eating Thai
You gotta pay me for a comment, and that comment might be why
Asian ho, say she think I'm nice, why 'cause I eat rice?
Bitch, I'm mean, go and get your things, you can spend the night
Bitch, I flex, flexing on my ex with a fucking check
You think you hot 'cause you got a box, your shit could get checked
I'm so hard, with a bitch box, I be playing chess
Oh my God, what a bitter road, we hit 'em in the chest
Now he dead, leave his ass red, hit him with high tech
That mean my tech so fucking high, hit ten for six in that
Like you was bad before Christmas Eve, bitch, that's what you get
Like I was blind, then that happened to night, I don't know where you at

Bang bang, bang, bang bang, bang (Bang)
Bang bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang bang, bang
Bang bang, bang, bang, bang, (Bang)
(Mike WiLL Made-It)

Boost lyrics - Chief Keef

Yeah
[*clears throat*]
Yeah
Yeah

She got wet when she looked at my neck
Don't look for me unless you got a check
Told my mama that I'm gonna be my best
She said, "Do you, don't worry 'bout the rest"
Almighty don't like nobody
Got them nunchucks, ready to fight somebody
Glock Tyson ready to bite somebody
Baby said she quit, but now she back on molly
Designer on my body-ody-ody-ody
White lamb, Yo Gotti-otti-otti-otti-otti
Slidin' in that Ridie-ide-ide-ide-ide
Just flamed up some biscotti-otti-otti-otti
Tonight's a party-arty-arty-arty-arty
Me and foe 'nem slidie-idie-idie-idie-idie
We don't fear nobody-ody-ody-ody-ody
My K Spanish, beat like ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
She like "It's yours" I'm like that's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
Two watches still don't have time, time, time, time
Send them to the ER like bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Then wave at them like bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
Pull up like president Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi
Eyes low 'cause I'm High, high high high high
They took my brothers, Why why why why why?
Foes 'nem with the fishes, Sky sky sky sky sky
Hop in that pussy, Sky dive, dive, dive, dive
You ain't did dick before girl? Right, Right, Right, Right, Right
You can drive my car, we can drive, drive, drive, drive
I'm in Manhattan I'm turnt, Piped piped piped piped
She need me for ride
Slick want to know what life like
My son was two, talkin' about fight-fight
They be havin' the right idea, but the wrong guy
You might see me throwing money in the club
Shawty say she at the club, picked her up
This ain't NBA, but you will get your ass dubbed
What's dubbed? Get hit with twenty slugs
I stay thinking about how I used to be a crook
Don't say you love me, I'm giving your ass the look
Don't try read my tats, bitch go read a book
And when I'm lonely, bitch come give me a hug
I know you would leave me if I lost everything
Went in the mall and I bought everything
Flip-flop ass niggas they claim every gang
Why you buy that jewelry for if you tuck every chain
Hoodie says Taxi, but it's called Helmut Lang
I got young money, I'ma call Lil Wayne
Four by four I'm looking down like I'm in a crane
You see the truck jump get out of my way
They all be fake with me, aye
You lighten up my day baby
Keep me gettin' paid yeah
Get me some lemonade for that shade throwing
She wanna come to my place, yeah I know
But I make her wait hour long
I remember when I used to buy J's (Yeah)
Now I can eat what I crave
Them hundreds Nipsey blue
Girl come see me, fuck your dude
I'm just keeping it true
My JR name Krue
On folks 'nem head I can't lose
I'm an animal on the loose (Ooh)
Dope give me my boost
She gon' tie my boots (Ooh)

Bow Bow Bow (F My Baby Dad) (Chief Keef Remix) lyrics - Sexyy Red & Chief Keef

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Fuck my baby dad, fuck my baby dad, fuck my baby dad (DJ Meech, lil' bitch)
I'm a fine-ass bitch, I ain't in the house sad (Sexyy)
Fuck my baby dad

(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks

All that ass on her, damn, this bitch bad
Switch my hips when I walk, yeah, I know you like that (It's Sexyy)
My nigga fucked up, fuck my baby dad
I'm gettin' outside, I ain't in the house sad (No)
Called up my bitch, we finna go out (Yeah)
Where the niggas at? It's lookin' like a drought (Damn)
My mama got the kids, I'm gettin' out this house
All in the club bouncin' ass, showin' out (Northside)
Lip-gloss poppin', bitch, I'm show-stoppin' (Mwah)
Lookin' like a snack, baby daddy cock blockin' (Hatin' ass nigga)
Turnt up to the max, I'm the trendin' topic
My nigga actin' up, so you know I'm finna pop it

(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks (Sos', baby)

Baby want a bag, bought a gift bag
They call me Sosa Santa, don't get gift-wrapped
H-hop off the jet with the bag, that's why I'm jet-lagged
Bae you know Chief So' your daddy, come and [?] your bitch ass
I told bae, "You leave me, I'm puttin' a round in your ass"
Kill your ass dead and throw a gown on your ass
Put some money on your head, I put some count on your ass
Pull up with a bodybag, but it got pounds in the bag

Fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama
She a dusty ass bitch, bitch be broke all summer
Ayy, that bitch be broke all summer

Dirty bitch be tryna take what a nigga work for
I done been through some shit, man, that shit don't hurt, ho
In the back of the Maybach, so I keep the curtains low
I ain't got shit for you, dirty bitch, I'm broke, ho
Tryna get revenge by suckin' dick, bitch, your cutthroat
I'm with three Powerpuff Girls, Mojo Jojo
She like, "That's three-hundred K, nigga, how you broke though?"
I don't pay bitches, bitch, that is not my mojo
Chief So been goin' hard, bitch, I'm in go mode
I just bought another Lamborghini 'cause it gon' move
Baby, make that ass shake, I wanna see it slow-mo
Said you want this shit to last? Nigga, take a photo
Damn, that ass on her, damn, this bitch bad
I think my favorite thing to do is make my Spanish bitch mad
She be cussin' a nigga out, I be like, "Damn, this bitch bad"
Yeah, I got one up in the head, but I'd be stab your bitch ass
Sneakdissin' Sosa over, bitch, go grab your bitch ass
You fuckin' broke ass nigga, I don't even be around your bitch ass
Leave you Casper gang, gon' pull up, come and find your bitch ass
Where your mama? I'm your fuckin' daddy, ground your bitch ass

Fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama
She a dusty ass bitch, she have a baby every summer
Ayy, she got a baby every summer, bitch
Fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama, you can fuck my baby mama
She a fine ass bitch, but she ugly deep under
Yeah, that bitch ugly deep under

Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, that's that booty meat
She just wanna eat me, look up and see jewelry
Mama say I got enough cherish, she need to neuter me
Mama said don't trust that bitch, she might end up shootin' me
Mama said don't trust that bitch, she might slap me in my sleep
Baby always need somethin', lemme tell you what I need
Let me get behind and hit it 'til I hit my knee
Bitch, this death row, if you leave then it's R.I.P

Fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama
She a dusty ass bitch, dusty ass hoe
Do you love that bitch? Nigga, gell no

Nah nigga, I really mean yeah, no (Phew)
My dick look like neck on giraffe, ho
Arm and leg on my wrist, smokin' elbow
I got car stripe stripes like shell toes
That ain't a real AP, that cost a damn bowl
I should take seven million, buy a damn boat
I thought you said you was broke? I'm like, "Eh, ho"
I don't shoot clubs up no more, ran outta ammo

(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks

Fuck my baby dad, fuck my baby dad, fuck my baby dad
I'm a fine-ass bitch, I ain't in the house sad
Fuck my baby dad
Fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama
She a dusty ass bitch, bitch be broke all summer
Ayy, that bitch be broke all summer

Burn Up lyrics - Chief Keef

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Run up then I'm gonna run up, nigga, run up if you wanna
Turn up, nigga, if you wanna, yo ass gonna get gun up
Gun down, gunner, gun down, gun down, nigga
Man down, nigga, run up, nigga
You ain't know none of us, nigga
You don't want none of this, nigga
What up, nigga? What's up, nigga?
Coming through, nigga, buck-buck, nigga
Tough love with this fuck Glock, nigga
Run up, nigga, get burned up, nigga
I was cooling in my little cash spot
Pull up nigga, what up, nigga?
I was cooling in, playing Xbox
Gun up nigga, buck up, nigga
All of my niggas got dreadlocks
Which one of us, nigga, come for ya, nigga
I just flex with my flex watch
Like what's up, nigga? Turn up, nigga
No little watch, it's a big watch
Turn up nigga, turn up, nigga
Kill yo ass even if you think 'bout it
Gun up, nigga, burn up, nigga

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

This nigga say he wanna run up
I heard that he don't have a gun up
He come for me, he better have his gun up
'Cause it's dangerous, my gun is hungry
Make a nigga bleed, through his head, his nose and his teeth
I cool with the B's, I cool with the Cs
All them niggas know Chief Keef
I'm like turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Finna hit the club, turn up, turn up
A nigga act up he get burned up, burned up
No talking, just burn 'em, burn 'em
Run up on 'em with this .40
Run up on 'em with this shotty
It's a 12 gauge buck shots in that ho, 'bout 40
'Cause I brought some extra shit, 'cause I am an extra nigga
Everything I do is extra, niggas in their extra feelings

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Chief So lyrics - Chief Keef

These niggas wish Chief So was dead
These niggas wish Chief So was dead
My opps wish Chief So was dead
My opps wish Chief So was dead
When we drill, Chief So was never scared
Walk up, Chief Sosa at your head
These niggas want Chief Sosa head
You niggas want Chief Sosa dead
'Member when everybody thought Chief So was dead
Nigga dissin' but he a Chief Sosa fan
I can't act like Chief So ain't never ran
Why you runnin', Chief So? To get a FN
I can't act like Chief So ain't never lacked before
Bitch, don't play with Chief Sosa, he'll slap a ho
When you come in Chief So house, close the door
One thing about Chief So, he gon' get that provolone

Chief So, Chief So (Screamin' out)
Chief So, Chief So (Hoes be like let's fuck)
Chief So, Chief So (Go get the scope)
Chief So, Chief So (You see it through the coat, bruh)
Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)
Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)
Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)
Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Bitch, I’m G to the L to the O, Big Glo
Chief So, dodgin' potholes in a red Ghost
Chief So, smokin' Citgo not a Primo
Chief So, stackin' Doritos, stackin' Pringles
Chief So, let a bitch go, he don't need a ho
Chief So, got Gelato, he a grease though
I should hit Chief Sosa, ask him for a feature
Chief Sosa want the lady that make her richer
Chief So, hop out sharper then a fuckin' preacher
Chief Sosa got a stick and that bitch can reach ya
Chief Sosa from the slums, that's why he in a creature
Chief Sosa get fellatio from Felicia
Chief So in California, nigga, not Nebraska
I fuck with Chief Sosa, young lucky bastard
Chief Sosa race Ferraris 'cause the Track faster
If you wanna race Chief Sosa, just pull ya ass up

Chief So, Chief So (Screamin' out)
Chief So, Chief So (Hoes be like let's fuck)
Chief So, Chief So (Go get the scope)
Chief So, Chief So (You see it through the coat, bruh)
Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)
Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)
Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)
Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)
Chief So

These niggas wish Chief So was broke
Hoes be like, "Chief So the G.O.A.T."
That ho gave Chief Sosa golden throat
She ate Chief Sosa like four-for-four
Chief Sosa "'member when he was poor"
Chief So granny put that shit in the store
Chief So won't wife her, that bitch broke
Chief Sosa used to go kick doors
Chief Sosa spend that bag, get more
Chief Sosa on ya ass, get low
I fall off in the club, Chief so
Man, here come all 'em naggy hoes
Chief Sosa got them racks, you know
Chief Sosa, you ain't got to know
Chief So say that he got it though
Chief So say he can buy a ho
She ask Chief Sosa "What's his name?"
He told that bitch "Milo"
Chief So don't take hoes on shopping sprees, but he a fly a ho
Chief So pulled up in a beast, when that bitch go growl
He say he don't like Chief So but that bitch got my style
Chief So goin' wild, make that gun go "Baow"
Chief So pull up, tag the fuck ass nigga up like a cow
Chief So make her smile, Chief So ask her out
Run up, Chief So smoke yo ass and take that shit to trial

Chief So, Chief So (Screamin' out)
Chief So, Chief So (Hoes be like let's fuck)
Chief So, Chief So (Go get the scope)
Chief So, Chief So (You see it through the coat, bruh)
Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)
Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)
Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)
Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)
Chief So

Baow
Baow
Baow
Baow
Baow
Baow
Baow

Damn Shorty lyrics - Chief Keef

Damn (R-R-R-Rari)
Damn shorty, this one ain't even on purpose man
Damn shorty, shoot on accident
Damn shorty, they thought about I am
Damn shorty, damn shorty
Damn shorty, outside of my set tho

How you fit that Glock in them tight ass pants shorty
They like how you get it, damn shorty
How you pulling up in the Lamb' shorty
Niggas like who that at the door like damn shorty
We'll shoot yo ass while you on cam shorty
If we can't get ya we gon' catch ya fam shorty
I'm like Tracy come out cut and slam shorty
Me and gang in LA, we'll ram shorty
Damn shorty

I can't come to yo' city I'm finna land shorty
I'll pop you, we ain't throwing hands shorty
I'll turn yo ass a new strand shorty
I'm off tooka, we don't do the Xans shorty
Damn shorty, damn shorty
Make the chopper sing big baby DRAM shorty
We'll catch you in the club, Sam shorty
Get to spraying cooking butter, bam shorty
Damn shorty, Damn shorty
We just watching out for Uncle Sam shorty
They like Sosa, "When you get that Lamb' shorty"
You already know what I am shorty
Damn shorty, damn shorty
You should already know I rep' my gang shorty
You already know I tuck no chain shorty
You can't hang shorty, you tuck yo' chain shorty
You was tryna hang, got yo' dumb ass banged shorty
We ain't playing around shorty this ain't no game shorty
On a roof feel like I'm on a crane shorty
You be rocking where? Boy, you ain't Dame shorty
I was on the CTA bus and a train shorty
Never got big headed since I got fame shorty (I got fame)
You dropped yo' __cpLocation when we came shorty (Ayy, came)
Before we kill you we gone give you that pain shorty (Give ya that pain)
They threw me in the booth told me go insane shorty (Du-da-duh)
Got Hermes umbrella, in case it rain shorty
Riding around yo city with me and my same shorties (Same shorty)
Finna come bowl on you
Better stay in yo' lane shorty (Lane shorty, ayy)

How you fit that Glock in them tight ass pants shorty
They like how you get it, damn shorty
How you pulling up in the Lamb' shorty
Niggas like who that at the door like damn shorty
We'll shoot yo ass while you on cam shorty
If we can't get ya we'll catch ya fam shorty
I'm like Tracy come out cut and slam shorty
Me and gang in LA, with the Rams shorty
Damn shorty

Me and gang in LA, with the Rams shorty
Get to spraying cooking butter, bam shorty
If we can't get ya we'll catch ya fam shorty
I'll turn yo ass into a new strand shorty

How you fit that Glock in them tight ass pants shorty
They like how you get it, damn shorty
How you pulling up in the Lamb' shorty
Niggas like who that at the door like damn shorty
We'll shoot yo ass while you on cam shorty
If we can't get ya we'll catch ya fam shorty
I'm like Tracy come out cut and slam shorty
Me and gang in LA, with the Rams shorty
Damn shorty

Dirty Nachos lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

EarDrummers
Mike WiLL
Young Rari
Mike WiLL

Niggas stay a feet, don't come on my street, ayy
The bitch know Keef always got somethin' on his feet, ayy
I'm lookin' at my son, and he grew a couple feet, ayy
Know I be with my boys and I ain't talkin' Backstreet (Backstreet)
They be tryna front, pull up on the backstreet (Skrrt, skrrt)
Know I got money, don't be tryna tax me (Tryna tax me)
If he on some business, nigga, you can fax me (Fax me)
She like when I get the time gone, like last week (Like last week)
It's fifty-two degrees and I'm wearing a hoodie (Hoodie)
Chief So, what's that I smell? That good kushy (Kushy)
I heard you with the police force, and you a rookie (You a rookie)
I'm walkin' 'round this bitch like a liquor tootsie (Liquor tootsie)
I heard you ain't fuck her, but you ate the pussy (Ate the pussy)
I ain't even wanna fuck that bitch, it look weak (That shit look weak)
Tell my brother, "Bring me back some clothes from Japanese" (Japanese)
I might be with a Chinese bitch, but bitch, I'm Capanese
Eenie, meenie, miney, mo, I got a tiger by his feet (Tiger by his feet)
King of the jungle, watchin' out for robberies (Robberies)
Looked up in my shoes and they say made in Italy
Went and bought a mop, oh yeah, I named it slippery (Named it slippery)
Ayy, don't slip, nigga (Don't slip)
Don't slip, nigga (Don't slip)
Don't slip, nigga (Don't slip, nigga)
My shoes tied, I don't trip, nigga (Ayy)
And If I'm in the club, I'm in the VIP, nigga (In the VIP, nigga)
Light ya up, LED strip, nigga
Act like you got it locked, you get zipped, nigga (You get zipped, nigga)
And I'm real fuckin' cool, I got them whips, nigga (I got them whips, nigga)

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

Entry lyrics - Chief Keef

Sosa baby

Bally keep that semi
Ridin' fast swervin' in that new Bentley (GBE)
Don't talk about cars we got plenty
Pulling up in foreign cars in the entry
We pull up Cats, you don't see the hemis
Young nigga eating good, how he so skinny?
Don't talk about pipes, we got plenty
Bitch we was the youngest niggas up in the city
With a lil bitch she so sadity
I was with them bad boys, I felt like Diddy
Now I pull up, Ferrari, Bentley
If you looking for my jewelry I keeps it with me

I just slid down on em, they looking shitty
How she having all that ass and she so skinny?
All these white clouds of smoke this shit smell pissy
I gotta gift and I'm gonna send that bitch down your chimney
Bitch they know Chief Sosa putting that work in
Every time I hit the block, the police be lurking
The diamonds on my wrist be foot working
Tell Madea she was right 'cause they ain't no nurthing (nothing)
My chain got your bitch just stuck, flirting
Boy I ain't the Lord I ain't having mercy
November stuff his ass like a turkey
And I'm sharp as a bitch I can scratch the surface
Sign my name on her titties in cursive
And I had her on her knees like that man that she worship
And I'm sharper than the man that be running them churches
I'll have my shorty pop your bitch ass like a perky
They love Sosa, got them semis
Steady pressing the red button 'cause bitch I'm busy
Here to kill or fuck his wife that bitch not risky
At the hotel I clap that shit like Missy
Play gangster, went to jail that bitch turn sissy
Make his ass drink a bullet he taste like whiskey
My lil cousin so fried, that bitch so crispy
But he play with lil cousin that bitch make history

Bally keep that semi
Ridin' fast swervin' in that new Bentley
Talking bout cars, we got plenty
And I'm hoppin' in the Rari but I'm wearing skinnys
I can fit a 30 clip in my skinnys
I'll hit fat boy with it and make him skinny
I had bitches way back when I smoked them skimpys
Put a bullet in your heart and make that bitch empty
And the way this bitch spit, this the illest MC
Smack a nigga bodyguard. I feel like Nipsey
I just told a bitch, "Peace." It's like a hippy
And I had to bring my pipe, 'cause shit sound iffy
I'll break a nigga balls, believe it like Ripley's
I'll stick a pussy nigga like Botox lips be
I'll smoke a nigga today, tomorrow, this week
So if you don't wanna get popped, then don't come near me

Fat Racks lyrics - Chief Keef

Bet me, I got 10 stacks, nigga
You trippin', I got them racks, nigga
Come to my house, the gang gotta pat niggas
Down, the gang love to wack niggas
Mm, mm, Chief Sosa love to slap bitches
Let's get it done, Chief Sosa love to wrap shit up
The green I love, I don't care about no black nigga
Or no white niggas, skinny nigga, fat nigga

You saw me walk up with the fuckin' racks, right?
Flamin' hotter nigga, bitch it's snack time
Gummy-bear a nigga just like trolly
I'm in the choppers gettin' head by lelonnie
She said you fucked my friend, why you try me?
She said she ain't a thot, I'm like bitch don't lie to me
Bitch I ain't a bed, you can't lie on me
I fuck around and leave ya, don't rely on me
I got hella guns, right now they tweakin'
Gotta wake 'em up, right now they sleepin'
I got hella cash and she want me to throw it
He say he got cash but I want him to show it

Bet me, I got 10 stacks, nigga
You trippin', I got them racks, nigga
Come to my house, the gang gotta pat niggas
Down, the gang love to wack niggas
Mm, mm, Chief Sosa love to slap bitches
Let's get it done, Chief Sosa love to wrap shit up
The green I love, I don't care about no black nigga
Or no white nigga, skinny nigga, fat nigga

I don't care about you little too boys
My watch [?]. You didn't even know it
I be been pimpin' like I'm ballin' with Jordan
Then it's Rodman with the colorful floors
This bitch be actin' just like Felicia
I told the bitch beat it Chewbacca
I see this goofy nigga starin' at me
He like I just wanna see what you coppin'

Bet me, I got 10 stacks, nigga
You tripping, I got them racks, nigga
Come to my house, the gang gotta pat niggas
Down, the gang love to wack niggas
Mm, mm, Chief Sosa love to slap bitches
Let's get it done, Chief Sosa love to wrap shit up
The green I love, I don't care about no black nigga
Or no white nigga, skinny nigga, fat nigga

Fireman lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. NBA YoungBoy)

[Lil Juice:]
Fuck, damn
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
When you in that fire, I'm the only who can save you
Why you say that? I'm the fireman
Go ask about me, I never ran
Young nigga with whole lot of bands
I be losing my mind when I'm boxed in
I make that bitch do a handstand
Lot of dope in a car, I'm Saran Man
Lot of molly in me like I'm a Sandman

Landlord of the North like Nino (Nino)
Lot of money on me like C-Note (C-Note)
Strapped up, got Glock on my waist, oh
Chief Keef flex hard like Big Sos' (Big Sos')
Make love, fall out on a kilo (Oh)
Talk down but they count on me though (Oh)
I could start up the car with no key hole
These niggas ain't comin' like me, no (Yeah)

I got on dope and it's supreme
Stylin' so hard, I make you collapse
Studio go hard, I ain't takin' no bath
All day I've been workin' inside of the lab
I ain't ever got to write 'cause I know how to rap
They tell me slow down 'cause I'm movin' too fast
Uber too far so I hop in the cab
Hop on the jet, take a flight to the Carib' (Huh)
Got luck like a four-leaf clover (Leaf clover)
Full of drugs like I'm never sober (Huh, huh)
Flex hard like I'm Chief Sosa (Flex)
FN with a beam I'm totin' (Pow-pow)
Got a stick with a drum, I blow it
Nigga play me wrong, I show it (Yeah)
Tell me how the fuck you ain't know it (Ain't know)
Nigga know I be on it

When you in that fire, I'm the only who can save you
Why you say that? I'm the fireman
Go ask about me, I never ran
Young nigga with whole lot of bands
I be losing my mind when I'm boxed in
I make that bitch do a handstand
Lot of dope in a car, I'm Saran Man
Lot of molly in me like I'm a Sandman

Landlord of the North like Nino (Nino)
Lot of money on me like C-Note (C-Note)
Strapped up, got a Glock on my waist, oh
Chief Keef flex hard like Big Sos' (Big Sos')
Make love, fall out on a kilo (Oh)
Talk down but they count on me though (Oh)
I could start up the car with no key hole
These niggas ain't comin' like me, no (Yeah)

[Chief Keef:]
Got a Gucci headband like I'm AI (Gucci)
Put a nigga in a MAC, tell him FaceTime (Bang)
Folks 'nem took tons, see you take time (Huh?)
All this money on my watch, I can't waste time (Bling)
All this mula that I make I could waste shells (Frrr)
Bitch wipe me down like a windshield (Beep)
She read my tats, I'm a Kindle (Ha)
I just met a bitch look like Kendall (Yeah)
Used to have a .38 like YoungBoy (Bang)
Hit you with this fully auto drum, boy (Bang)
When you hear "pow-pow", run, boy (Bang)
Explosive car outside making damn noise (Vyoom, vyoom)
We blowin' them, can we get the drum roll
Like a Gmail, looking unfold (Bang)
I'm sipping drink out the punch bowl (Lean)
How you gonna catch up running slow? (Huh? Huh?)
Damn, I know (Ay)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
Landlord of the North like Nino (Nino)
Lot of money on me like C-Note (C-Note)
Strapped up, got a Glock on my waist, oh
Chief Keef flex hard like Big Sos' (Big Sos')
Make love, fall out on a kilo (Oh)
Talk down but they count on me though (Oh)
I could start up the car with no key hole
These niggas ain't comin' like me, no (Yeah)

Flees lyrics - Zaytoven & Sosa

[Chief Keef:]
I'm in a two seater, in the carpool
Gold runners on, and they are new
And gettin' money, what we up to
You ain't with us, then it's fuck you
Play chess in the streets, make your move
My house in LA look like Cancun
These hoes be takin' selfies in my bathroom
Fo'nem watch the spot from the cameras
We servin' that come back, front one more
The judge cannot stop me from countin' honchos
You gotta re-up when you run low
I'ma run it up and I'ma run for more
These bitch see the steez when I bop out the car
Met the bitch today but I'll get top by tomorrow
You don't get it like the gang, no not like the squad
I'm on planet Earth, I'm finna shoot back to Mars
On Mars with a scope, finna shoot at the stars
High as fuck, seein' Saturn have a shootout with Mars
Your thot say she see me in two different cars
I just hit Neiman's in a few different malls
Back to the wall, feet on the floor
Pedal to the metal, whole bunch of gold
Buy a lot of clothes, achieve a lot of goals
Friends turn foe but I'm wavy like a float
Syrup got me like a snail
On the yacht, finna set sail
Smokin' dope, finna inhale then exhale
All this loud in my fuckin' lungs, man, I can't yell
I can't even pronounce my foreign ass bail

[Tadoe:]
Bitch I'm smoking on dope, bitch, I eat bossa nova
Bitch my pockets are boulders, we don't ride in no Rovers
Bitch we ride i8s, bitch I'm high, outer space
Ride foreigns, no plates, OG Kush, you can taste
I smoke a zip every day, pour the 8 to the face
Bitch we game paper chase, bitch you food, can't relate
Might do a show in Japan, rockin' outfits from France
Catch that pack when it land, watch me go count them bands

[Doo Wop:]
At the stoplight, two-seater, me and Yo
Me and Sosa fucked up, nah, that ain't no
Hit the club, bitches bustin' everywhere, yo-yo
Do my thing, flee the scene, I'ma leave with po-po
Snow bunny with me sniffin' Coca Cola co-co
I used to be solo
I steady send shots, miss and that's a low blow
String on the TEC like the string on a yo-yo
Run and I'ma blow though

[Chief Keef:]
Coolin' at the spot by the ocean
Pickin' up a bitch off of Ocean Drive
Pulled up to Wells Fargo
Run out that bitch with the sack, hop in the car like bitch drive
I can try to walk a straight line but I'm really high
And I could've took a Greyhound but I'm really fly
Oh yeah I'm fuckin' bitches, baby, I'm not in denial
And the jury tryna steal me but I'm takin' it to trial

Fuck The World lyrics - Sematary, Hackle & Chief Keef

FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, fuck the whole world and everybody in it (Oscar)
FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, fuck the whole world and everybody in it
You're listening to Haunted Mound for FTP
(Fuck the population) Fuck the world, fuck the population
Oscar
H-H-H-Hauntaholics, real Haunted Mound
Aaahhh, ayy

Fuck the world, fuck the population
Them Haunted Mound boys pull up, they gon' get ya
I rock True Religion but I don't fuck with no God
Look at my wristwatch, I'm pissed off and I'm blinged up
I got big sticks and I'm mounted up and the world's gone so I'm turnin' up
Fuck it all, I'm turning up, FTP Mound, turning up
Smokin' on this fuckin' rot, ride around, still fuck the law
I'm the King of the Graveyard, Fuck The Population
Howdy, partner, keep my name out yo' mouth
'Fore we have them guys run up in ya house (Fuck the population)
Shawty say she wanna die up in my whip
I'm with my Mound boys, I'm creepin' out the crypt
If I told you I loved you, bitch, I was high as fuck
I don't listen to her 'cause that bitch dumb as fuck
I brought a mothafuckin' spiked bat to the club
Mothafucka', I'll bust ya head, swing and duck
Ridin' hearse thang with my iced out Breitling, dang
Oxy got me tearin' off my skin, God dang
It's always FTP 'cause I don't care about no thang
Ride off hate and gasoline, what the fuck you mean?

Fuck ya racks, I burn 'em up, fuck your life, I'll shoot it up
Cancer smoke, I huff and puff, and light the fuse, it blow ya up
We don't like you motherfuckers, you can kick rocks
I thought you knew, it's Fuck The Population (Fuck the population)

FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, fuck the whole world and everybody in it
FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, fuck the whole world and everybody in it (HDOE, HDOE, HDOE, HDOE)

FTP, FTP, FTP on me (Oscar)
Fuck the world and fuck the population, bitch, fuck everything
I wake up, feel nothing, and that's even if I go to sleep (HDOE)
Take a sip out my cup, hell naw, boy, in yo' fucking dreams
I be up late, I be seein' things, ghosts and ghouls when I sleep (What)
When I wake up, you don't wanna know what I see
That's my bro ZacFTP, drivin' CTS-V (HDOE)
Bitch, we going Dumbo, sippin' on Spanish Tosey
I hit up my plug in Poland, no, you can't be my friend (No)
I creep up when the pack hits, stab you right where your neck is (HDOE)
You know where I am (HDOE), disappear like backends (HDOE)
Chokin' on blood, don't even know what you said (HDOE)
It's Fuck The Population, bitch, you know where we stay
We post up at Zac's crib, in a massage chair I'm sleeping (HDOE, HDOE, HDOE)
It's FTP and Haunted Mound, sippin' lean at Zac's house
Eyes closed, bitch, so yo' ass better not wake me up now, HDOE

Lean in my body, my mouth a biscuit (Lean, H-H-H-Hauntaholics)
Hundred-K cash in my britches (Ffff, beep)
Scratched the Forgiatos then I fixed it (Blick)
Yeah, they fours but them hoes look like sixes (Flex)
Fuck the pigs, fuck the birds, fuck the fishes (Bitch)
I'll have my bitch do ya like some dishes (Bang, bang, bang)
'Fore we cut ya ears off, nigga, listen (What?)
I got FTP on my fitted, ayy (FTP)
Been to war, been to hell, been to prison
I'm in the spot, leave you right in the kitchen (Bang, bang)
AK left a finger for the fishes
Magic stick, bitch, I'll grant your wishes
Fuck yo' pipe, fuck yo' life, fuck yo' clique, bitch (Fuck 'em)
Lil' bro chop yo' head, that's some sick shit (What?)
Diarrhea left the crib, did some big shit (Huh?)
Nigga upper and a down, bet I fix it

FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, fuck the whole world and everybody in it
FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, fuck the whole world and everybody in it

Get Bandz lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

Zaytoven

[Chief Keef:]
Only thing on my mind is to get bands (Hah, hah)
Ben Franklin, that's a nigga friend
Walked in lookin' like a rich man (Damn, yah, yah)
Her friends wanna go, but she stayin' (Yup, Sosa)
It's big Bs on my jeans (Damn, damn)
Heater in the back, get your ass steamed (Bang, bang-bang)
Pourin' up the lean because I'm a fiend (Lean, lean, lean)
I just the left bank with some fuckin' cheese

You know I always got somethin' up my sleeve (Yah, yah)
Bitch, I'm tryna fuck, can you fuckin' read? (Huh, bitch)
Spendin' paper like I get it off a tree (Bitch, bee)
Pullin' all-nighters, I can get it offa sleep (Bee)
Baby, you ain't gotta wonder, you know I got that loaf
Stay shittin' off the cheese like I'm lactose (Yah)
What these niggas be on, man, God knows
My .9 up five docks, five-o
I got walked in the cut (Yah), rollin' up the skunk (Dope)
We come from the slums (Yah), now we live near the palms (Yah)
Trees in the blunt (Yah), torturing my lungs (Let's get it)
2k for the shoes, you'll have money if I stunt

Only thing on my mind is to get bands (Hah, hah)
Ben Franklin, that's a nigga friend
Walked in lookin' like a rich man (Damn, yah, yah)
Her friends wanna go, but she stayin' (Yup, Sosa)
It's big Bs on my jeans (Damn, damn)
Heater in the back, get your ass steamed (Bang, bang-bang)
Pourin' up the lean because I'm a fiend (Lean, lean, lean)
I just the left bank with some fuckin' cheese

[Tadoe:]
I just poured a six of the kickstand (Lean, lean)
We only hit licks for them big bands (Bang)
Try to run up, I'ma up, get your shit fanned (Bang, bang)
Take a trip in Mia-ayo, catch a big tan (Yoom, yoom, yoom)
I might put some diamonds in the wristband (Bling, bling)
A quarter in my ear, that's a big spend (Yah)
Nigga, your ass runnin' outta quicksand (Bitch, bitch)
This lil' bitch ain't givin' top, the bitch spend (Yuh)

[Chief Keef:]
I might put some diamonds in the belt buckle (Yah, yah)
And I go by, "Pay me, fuck you" (Skrrt)
She suck me and she says she love you (Yuh)
I'm in your city, 'bout to pull up to a zoo (Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
These white bitches crazy, they be snortin' lines (Damn, damn)
Penalize a nigga if he cross the line
Can't wait to see my homies that did all the time
Crib got so many rooms and they all is mine

Only thing on my mind is to get bands (Hah, hah)
Ben Franklin, that's a nigga friend
Walked in lookin' like a rich man (Damn, yah, yah)
Her friends wanna go, but she stayin' (Yup, Sosa)
It's big Bs on my jeans (Damn, damn)
Heater in the back, get your ass steamed (Bang, bang-bang)
Pourin' up the lean because I'm a fiend (Lean, lean, lean)
I just the left bank with some fuckin' cheese

GLOGANG lyrics - Chief Keef (with Andy Milonakis)

G-L-O-G-A-N-G
Money, we get plenty
Thots, we get plenty
Niggas can't come near we
'Cause niggas out here snakes
Niggas act like they're your friend, they're fake
They want the food up on your plate
They want your shoes, they want your skates

[Chief Keef:]
I'm bout my money, all of that
Salute, I'm captain
Know she fuck me 'cause my money blame it on the cognac
Comin' through, Andy hit me like, ring ring, we got some racks
That's a lot of money on the table, you know we gotta get that
Bad bitch, gotta hit that
I'm flier than a pelican man
Lean back with the tool Fat Joe
Walking around with my Elephant Man
Diamonds on me, they're elegant man
Tryna take my shit, I'm tellin' you man
I'm gon' blow my gun, bang bang bang
I ain't feelin' you man
Diamonds in my chain, bling bling bling
Yours look shittier man
Bitches call my phone, ring ring ring
You think yours looks prettier man
Finna smoke some loud, I swear I can't hear you man
I be ballin' out, I think I'm Kobe Durant

G-L-O-G-A-N-G
Money, we get plenty
Thots, we get plenty
Niggas can't come near we
'Cause niggas out here snakes
Niggas act like they're your friend, they're fake
They want the food up on your plate
They want your shoes, they want your skates

[Andy Milonakis:]
Got more pints than a blood drive
Pouring fourths, this is mud life
Up in PJs, that's how we fly
They see I'm rich and they ask me why
Sosa and Sachi, we gonna catch this hommi
G-L-O Gang, we about to catch this body
Cut the tennis ball, hide the crack in it
People thought I'm actin'
Young Sachi trappin'
You know I'm Sosa strappin'
Chicago to Manhattan
And you know my boys that always be clappin'
Bang bang, now 300
Andy Milonakis, bitch you don't want it, bitch

G-L-O-G-A-N-G
Money, we get plenty
Thots, we get plenty
Niggas can't come near we
'Cause niggas out here snakes
Niggas act like they're your friend, they're fake
They want the food up on your plate
They want your shoes, they want your skates

Harley Quinn lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

(Yung, 'Rari)
(R-R-R-Rari)
Ayy
Turn the lights off real quick
So you could see the shit still blingin'
(R-R-R-Rari)

Caught a fox, cut his tail off (Bang)
Seen a rat, stomped his head off (Come here)
Blue Summer, turn into a red Fall
Make a nigga run fast, call 'em Sonic Hedgehog (Brrt)
We let off some shots, they gon' all be dead (Bang)
I told my daughter stop breakin' off her Barbie heads (Duh-duh-duh)
I know they mad I'm livin', because they want me dead (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Girly-ass nigga, break you like a Barbie leg (Huh)
Pussy-ass boy (Huh), get that bitch a Barbie pen (Yeah)
You don't want gang up in yo' shit? Don't have a party then (Bitch)
If it went down quick, bitch, it's probably sent (Sent)
Air the whole spot out, we make the party trend (Bang, bang, bang, ayy, ayy)
I just purchased two of the same guns, they probably twins (Bang, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
She sayin' I ain't shit, then she sayin' that I'm probably is (Ayy, ayy, huh, ayy, ayy, huh, ayy, ayy)
I just met a bitch named Pam and fucked her just like Tommy did (Like Tommy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yeah I know my daddy, but that nigga never bought me shit
(Bitch, yeah)
A bitch just did her makeup, she lookin' just like Harley Quinn (Woo)
We'll chop yo' body up and put it in a garbage can (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
Went through my contacts, and what I seen? Hardly friends (None)
The teacher told me, "You ain't wanna come to school
Why the fuck you tardy then?" (Huh, huh)
Went to school for shit, 'cause them bitches didn't taught me shit (Ouu)
Grandpa took me fishin' one time, and I ain't caught me shit (Nah, nah, nah)
When I ain't have it, I asked for a pack and bitch-ass niggas wouldn't throw me shit (Nah, huh, huh, huh)
Now I can return your whole pack, yeah, bitch, I'm on my Kobe shit
Lil nigga, that ain't how you ball, I can see you on yo' Lonzo shit (Bih, bih, bih, bih, bih)
I'm in the woods smokin' big 'Woods, I can see you on yo' Fronto shit (Dope)
Lil nigga, I'll take that shit from you before I ask you to front yo' shit (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
Pulled up flexin' like the man
She say she see me on my Macho shit (Skrrt)

Hood lyrics - Chief Keef

Ayy
Sosa, baby

How them niggas feel when you left em' in the hood? (How they feel?)
I'm smoking dope and I wish a fuck nigga would (I wish you would)
This bitch going fast 'cause somethin' in the hood (Vyoom)
This bitch be sounding like somethin' in the woods (Beep)
I'll pull up in a Rolls in the hood (In a Rolls)
I'll hop out with them rolls in your hood (Hop out with them rolls)
Everybody knew, they seen me through the hood (Beep, you'll see me)
Now I drive a Lamborghini through the hood (Lamborghini)
We'll open 'em up like canned goods (Open them up)
Bullets back to back like a ambush (Ambush)
What I'm smoking that grown man kush
If I went to college I'd pull a 'Rari on the campus, ayy (Skrrt)
Steady lighting L's like candles (Skrrt, sss)
This V12 came with the handles (With the handles)
Bitch, I eat beef like Campbell's (Look like Campbell's)
Finna build a house by the animals (Huh? Huh?)
We be strapped like Judge Dredd (Huh?)
He smoke butts, he a butthead (Butthead)
I be going Beavis and Butthead (Butthead)
Bustdown get her butt wet (Wet)
Sit down, ho, you ugly (Sit down)
I got paper, switch the subject (Huh?)
Ayy

Hood, hood
Hood, hood (Huh?)
Hood, hood (Huh?)
Hood, hood (Huh?)
Hood, hood (Huh?)
Hood, hood (Huh?)
Hood, hood
Hood, hood
Hood, hood (Huh?)
Hood, hood (Huh?)
Hood, hood (Huh?)
Hood, hood (Huh?)
Hood, hood
Hood, hood
Hood, hood
Hood, hood (Huh?)

I feel like Goddamn Spider-Man (Spider)
I fell down once, I'll try it again (Try it again and again and again and again)
You can get killed for like five lil' bands (Five)
Nigga swung on you and you grab his hands (Bang)
You shot him in his shit he wouldn't have had the chance
Bitch I had white, I ain't have the gas
Slide through your shit with a savage pass
When we pull up boy we gon' grab his ass (Skrrt)
Niggas wanna play like dominoes
Send his ass goodbye, vámonos
Turn Ramadan to ramados
I think I want an Aventador (Skrrt)
Eh-em, can you hear me, Lord? (Skrrt)
Don't worry 'bout it, I'ma get it, Lord
You can call me the Get-it Lord
Hold on, don't fail me, Lord (fail me)
Yeah, I know what you tell me, Lord (tell me)
Speed up, don't snail me, Lord
It was bad, you helped me, Lord
Ay

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"
Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?" (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"
Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"
Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?" (Brrt)
Ayy, rolling through your hood grinning
Rolling through your hood grinning (Brrt)
Rolling through your hood grinning
Rolling through your hood grinning (Brrt)
Riding in my hood
Shells in your hood (Brrt)
I was in the hood
Dope and a gun (Brrt)

Could've, would've, should
Now you gotta cut
Now you leaking blood
All 'cause you hurt
You shit on my looks
I don't need to pay
Penthouse for another day
And we ain't even stay
Still play for the Bulls, nigga, I ain't even trade
Heard niggas was mentioning me and I ain't even hate
Used to be outside all day, and I ain't even astray
Niggas shooting at me all day (Pussies)
And I ain't even grazed
She tell me I'm shining, but I ain't even glazed
She shaking her ass, and I ain't even phased (Bitch)
Put one in your top and make it look staged
Go to work and be late, gotta dock they pay
Ayy, ayy

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"
Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?" (Ayy, ayy)
Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"
Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"
Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?" (Ayy, ayy)
Rolling through your hood grinning
Rolling through your hood grinning
Rolling through your hood grinning
Rolling through your hood grinning
Right in my hood
Shells in your hood
I was in the hood
Dope and a gun, ayy ayy ayy

I Kill People lyrics - Tadoe, Trippie Redd & Chief Keef

[Tadoe:]
Ayy, what's poppin'?
You know how the fuck we bleed, man
We get money and kill people, man
You hear me, man?
We don't rap beef, man
We slide, man, we drill people, man
Bomin' like Obama do and trap for the gunner too, man
I only speak facts and count racks, man and send packs, man
Let's get it

[Trippie Redd:]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy
Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up

[Tadoe:]
Tote somethin' illegal
Hit your block with them guys, hop out, kill people
Got a Glock four-five, and it's real lethal (let's get it)
Bitch, you know we fry, we really kill people (bang bang)
Bitch I'm with the gang, we catch a body gang (gang gang)
Bitch we gang bang off in the lobby man (bang)
Catch a nigga lackin', it's a hobby man
Pop him in the noggin, leave him sloppy man
Hit your block, we gon' swerve shit (skrt skrt)
In the trap, I'm posted with the birds bitch (skrt skrt)
I don't rap beef, what's the words bitch? (huh?)
Niggas sneak dissin', lemme hurt (bang bang)

[Trippie Redd:]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy
Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up

[Chief Keef:]
Everyone same side for lil bro, Ice Age all of my clothes
How I ball, you think I went pro, I'm in the hood, bricks go
She show me her thong, Cisco, she's high and ready to go
I'm hungrier than a hippo, Aim FN, how I get low
Got a new scope and it got zoom and I'm in that yoom
Baby, I know you smell that fume
Just get down, you hear that boom
In the back of the 'Bach and this bitch got room
Magazine got colored shells, half green, half blue
Smoking on that cook', someone bring me a pot
All these diamonds, I don't get hot
Young nigga really from them blocks
Ayy pussy, here we come. if you ready or not
On probation but I tote Glocks, walk through court, smellin like pot

[Trippie Redd:]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy
Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up

I Thought I Had One lyrics - Chief Keef

Ay
GBE, baby, GBE, baby
Sosa, baby (GBE, baby)

And these big-ass earrings hurt my fuckin' ear (Yeah)
Bitch, how'd I fuck it up in here? (Yeah)
Bitch, who told your dumb-ass come in here? (Come in here, come)
Almost shot your ass up like a deer (Like a deer)
Shawty choosin', what she doin'?
I just pulled the whips up, now she bruisin'
With a young boss bitch, act like a cougar
Car sound like a coupe, it's not a Jaguar
'Cause I'm in a fast car, she suck like vacuum
I'll get you're gang some (Bah!), give you my last one
What you want? Another one? Was that a bad one? (Huh?)
Looking for a fuck to give, thought I had one
In the jungle I see seagle
Hear the whine out the motor, bitch, it sound like a eagle (Skrrt, skrrt)
Here that motherfucker go vroom, bitch, it's eager (Skrrt, skrrt)
I had to tell her calm down, bitch, you tweakin' (Skrrt, skrrt)
You know them pigs be salty like some seasonin' (Seasonin')
And I got a fucking F&N for every season (Season)
Pull up with that motherfucker, leave a bitch dreaming (Dreaming)
Hole so big I see what he thinkin' (Thinkin')
With a redhead
Kept it real, said she only fuckin' dread heads
Baby, I don't wanna fuck, bitch, I want head-head (ay)
Set the Lambo' when that bitch on bed rest
Shawty bring me flats 'cause she from out West (West)
I just got a Tommy for the house rats (Rat)
That ain't loud pack, that's lousy
Smokin' dro see, it got me feelin' drowsy
Got a Tommy for the Jerrys
It will turn yo' tooth blue, so don't be tryna pair with me
Ridin' like a player, bitch, I used to do it careless (ay)
Rest of the gang, blows up, young airhead (Gang)
You can see me up in traffic
Chief Sosa, bitch, I'm a young lucky bastard (Sosa, baby)
Pull up tornado, but I call it a disaster (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I ain't tell 'em I was taking off, I did like NASA (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ay, ay

I Wish You Would lyrics - Chief Keef

(produced by ChopSquad DJ)

Aye, turn the music up for me Chris

Chop Squad

I wish you would
Try to say that I'm acting funny
Back then you ain't fuck me, bitch (Uh)
I wish you would
Act like 'cause I got them handsome rolls
That you don't still think I'm ugly bitch
Get hit with this wood
'Cause we got that Draco on us
And it got wood up on it
And I wish they would
Take a case with no evidence (Skrt)
And make the motherfuckin' kid sit

I bet she would
Put your diamonds tester on my diamonds (I wish she would)
Cosign up and get your shit financed (I wish she would)
Run off, we gon' strike you quick like some lightning (I wish you would)
Act like 45 ain't my height man (I wish she would)
Now cut my motherfuckin' check (My check)
You'll make my thirty less (My thirty less)
Tell Rara be quiet on the set (On the set)
Take hella chopper and land it on your neck (I wish you would)
Tell me when I can't come (Can't come)
Tell me what I ain't done (I wish you would)
Tell me that I ain't one hun (One hun)
I'm the realest you ever gon' find (Ever find)

I wish you would
Try to say that I'm acting funny
Back then you ain't fuck me, bitch (Uh)
I wish you would
Act like 'cause I got them handsome rolls
That you don't still think I'm ugly bitch
Get hit with this wood
'Cause we got that Draco on us
And it got wood up on it
And I wish they would
Take a case with no evidence (Skrt)
And make the motherfuckin' kid sit

I bet she would
Told a bitch that 24 hours ago (I wish you would)
'Cause she said she gon' let me air it, Jimmy Fallon hoe (Fallon hoe)
Tell her friends about me, it's gon' be dominoes (She wish I would)
'Cause every time I'm done cracking, I be like "vamonos"
Like duh, duh, duh, duh, broke boy
You can run your teeth, all I can say
We got 200's and 250 niggas up in the way
I wish you would
Be rearing me medium-well when I told you, you burned my motherfucking steak
I wish you would
Try to knock my food off my motherfucking plate

I wish you would
Try to say that I'm acting funny
Back then you ain't fuck me, bitch (Uh)
I wish you would
Act like 'cause I got them handsome rolls
That you don't still think I'm ugly bitch
Get hit with this wood
'Cause we got that Draco on us
And it got wood up on it
And I wish they would
Take a case with no evidence (Skrt)
And make the motherfuckin' kid sit

I wish you would
I wish you would
I wish you would

I Wonder lyrics - Chief Keef

Get this money
I do this for my daughter, I don't do this shit for nothin'
It's all about the Glory and that's why I stay stunting

She like you told me you'd never leave me, gotta go and get this money (guap)
I do this for my daughter, I don't do this shit for nothing (Kay Kay)
It's all about the Glory and that's why I stay stunting (you know)
I got so much money I can buy a bank, huh (Ben Frank)
Is you gone give me top, she say she prolly say so (huh bitch)
When you gotta get out, bitch imma say so (yeah, bitch)
I got all this cake like it's my birthday though (that guap)
Just don't call me broke, but you can call it what you want

Watch me come through killing shit, R.I.P. the parking lot
Imma make her give me top, Imma go and drop the top
I be counting lots of guap, I be fucking lots of thots
Say I got some awesome ears, awesome chain, awesome watch
You wearing trues, my daughter tho
Versace shit, Louis Vuitton
That bitch say help her, she say she ain't going home
Imma have to kick her out, Kay Kay you leave me alone
Boy you shouldn't be mad at me
Tell your bitch to leave me alone
I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin with my Louis rag and
Got 500 cash up in my Louis bag and
Sosa you be swagging, bitch I ain't askin'
I'm smoking on this dope, this shit smellin' like some cat piss
All these niggas mad and I'm cooling relaxing
Coolin' in my mansion with my shooter Tray Savage
And he got that Mac 10, this ain't no old western
Spot 'em, got 'em, drop 'em, shoot his ass bitch no exceptions

Never leave me, gotta go and get this money (guap)
I do this for my daughter, I don't do this shit for nothing (Kay Kay)
It's all about the Glory and that's why I stay stunting (you know)
I got so much money I can buy a bank, huh (Ben Frank)
Is you gone give me top, she say she prolly say so (huh bitch)
When you gotta get out, bitch imma say so (yeah, bitch)
I got all this cake like it's my birthday though (that guap)
Just don't call me broke, but you can call it what you want

I be with them slow boys
You be with them broke boys
I be smoking loud pack and you ain't making no noise
Get dough boy or you gon' die broke boy
Cause fuck with us, we gon leave you dead, nothing to show for it
I fucked your bitch, she all up on my phone now
You lookin' for her, she in Sosa world boy she gone now
But I do not like her, that little pussy fuckin
I fuck 10 hoes a day and bad bitches come in dozens
Smoking on this kush pack, strong pack, musty
I don't wanna fuck her anyway bitch you musty
Sayin' that them red bottoms bitch them red nothings
Two 40's with them 30's and you can meet they cousins
You bitch a bug and you little niggas buggin'
I'm crazy I take $40,000 spend it like it's nothing
It's nothing, with my conjunction function
And I'm posted on this black wall but I ain't from Compton

Told me you'd never leave me, gotta go and get this money (guap)
I do this for my daughter, I don't do this shit for nothing (Kay Kay)
It's all about the Glory and that's why I stay stunting (you know)
I got so much money I can buy a bank, huh (Ben Frank)
Is you gone give me top, she say she prolly say so (huh bitch)
When you gotta get out, bitch imma say so (yeah, bitch)
I got all this cake like it's my birthday though (that guap)
Just don't call me broke, but you can call it what you want

John Madden lyrics - Chief Keef

All or nothing
Sosa!
Ls, Ls
D.Rose. What up man?
Roll that dope up
Sosa Baby
Catch up, catch up

064 Boys (Bang bang), you better know boy (Bang bang)
Have my young niggas (Young niggas), kick a door boy (Bang bang)
You better blow boy (Bang), 'cause we gon' blow boy (Bang, bang, bang)
You better duck boy (Duck boy), get on the floor boy (Boy)
600 Boys (600), I rock with those boys (Boys)
D.Rose boy (Boy), my little bro boy (Boy)
He gon' blow boy (Bow), get you gon' boy (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
Y'all some little boys (little boys), I'm a grown boy (Bang)
Gimmie some racks (Racks), 'bout 5 stacks (5 stacks)
And if he holding that? (That) I'm 'a rob that (Rob that)
Then I'm checking niggas (Bang), like a contract (Bang bang)
You's a little nigga (little nigga), I'm beyond that (Beyond that)
Where yo moms at? My dick. She can climb that (Climb that)
Fuck a Tooka Gang (Bang), I let this Ruger bang (Bang bang)
For my bro-gods (Bang), I let this Ruger sing (Bang)
So don't try us (Nah). We is too insane

OTF, for my niggas I'm going crazy (Yeah)
Chief Sosa, for that nigga they going crazy (Sosa)
So hide your lady, my niggas reckless they'll fuck your lady (Fuck your lady)
And let you have it, fuck nigga we all savage (Grrrat)
300 savage with Lamron, it's closed caskets (Bang, bang, bang)
O-Block we blitzing niggas like John Madden (O-Block)
300 savage with Lamron, it's closed caskets (L's, L's)
O-Block we blitzing niggas, John Madden (Sosa)

Dart Gang (Bang), it's a dart game (Bang bang)
And we don't love hoes (Hoes), or play heart games (Heart games)
In my own lane (Yeah), it's a smart thing (Smart thing)
'Cause of snitch niggas (Niggas) playing cops games (Boo bow)
I let it fire bang! (Bang) I am not lame (Nah)
All my niggas grind (L's), that's a smart thing (Smart thing)
'Cause we gang-bang (Bang), we is insane (Insane)
We make bullets rain (Bang), fuck Tooka Gang (Grrrat)
Sosa flex, he don't wanna get hit that TEC (Nah)
My niggas next, if we ain't eating that shit is dead (It's dead)
That nigga's dead, fuck around with my hittas man (Boo bow)
Front-street man, Republican he a hitta man
Lollipop, your bitch licking my lollipop (Lollipop)
Cum from the top, your bitch slurping my lollipop (My lollipop)
Better stop, fuck nigga we don't fuck with opps (Nah)
Or fuck with cops, snitch nigga get in a box (Bang, bang, bang)

OTF, for my niggas I'm going crazy (Yeah)
Chief Sosa, for that nigga they going crazy (Sosa)
So hide your lady, my niggas reckless they'll fuck your lady (Fuck your lady)
And let you have it, fuck nigga we all savage (Grrrat)
300 savage with Lamron, it's closed caskets (Bang, bang, bang)
O-Block we blitzing niggas like John Madden (O-Block)
300 savage with Lamron, it's closed caskets (L's, L's)
O-Block we blitzing niggas, John Madden (Sosa)

All or nothing
Catch up

Just Ride The Beat lyrics - Chief Keef

He listened to Chief Keef once and he turned gangster
I'm spinning in this bitch like some turn tables
I was fucking on your bitch while you were waiting
While she had your ass waiting like you were a patient
I'm with my black bitch going to get my Caucasian
Bring that M-16 out for some certain equations
This shit ain't adding up says my fucking calculation
I'm on the road I got that hoe doing masturbation

I up this pistol and this bitch start doing evaporation
I'm going fast in my car my shit stay calibrated
I seen a million dollar lick you know I had to take it
Blue faces call my phone you know I had to take it
I do this shit on my own fuck your collaborations
I don't need no I.D check my verification
I hear Johnny on the phone tell him elaborate me
Just to pull up to your party boy you gotta pay me
Bitch you gotta show me something bitch immaculate me
What the fuck makes you perfect? Practice baby
I call up Zaytiggy I ain't beat jacking baby
I got a hundred dollar in each pocket of my jacket baby
Hopped out on your hoe she said, "You cappin' baby"
I ain't a crack baby I'm a capper baby
Hoe you can get off my boat I'm the captain baby
I treat the bullets like a ship how I sail it baby

He listened to Chief Keef once and he turned gangster
I'm spinning in this bitch like some turn tables
I was fucking on your bitch while you were waiting
While she had your ass waiting like you were a patient
I'm with my black bitch going to get my Caucasian
Bring that M-16 out for some certain equations
This shit ain't adding up says my fucking calculation
I'm on the road I got that hoe doing masturbation

The police pull me over and I'm intoxicated
I'm tryna see what the fuck they determination
They wanna take me out and then incarcerate me
'Cause my car look like a bad ass moderation
Hoes say I ain't easy it's some complications
I don't do the cuffin' bitch pick up your desperation
Have my Uber drop you off what's your destination?
Vegetarian vegetation me aspiration
Told that bitch to add it up, can you do multiplications?
I'm 'a need some mesmerization for my recreation
Every time I hop out it's a celebration
I don't need you or your damn consideration
I ain't shaking hands unless I like the the negotiation
Aye I curse too much I ain't good at appropriation
To go and pick up the damn cake that's my damn operation
I'm that nigga I ain't with the rest of the population

He listened to Chief Keef once and he turned gangster
I'm spinning in this bitch like some turn tables
I was fucking on your bitch while you were waiting
While she had your ass waiting like you were a patient
I'm with my black bitch going to get my Caucasian
Bring that M-16 out for some certain equations
This shit ain't adding up says my fucking calculation
I'm on the road I got that hoe doing masturbation

Lamb Pass By lyrics - Chief Keef

The ghetto
The ghetto

Lamb shoot by (Shoot), everybody lookin' (Lookin')
Fifty round in the stash box, for a pussy (Pussy)
I'm a young boss nigga, so I feel like I took it (Took it)
Chance came a young nigga way and he took it (Took it)
Sneak dissin', thought he was straight but we left him crooked (Crooked)
Sosa how it feel? How it feel, to dodge a bullet? (Dodge a bullet)
In the engine click, clickin' like it's out of bullets
I just caught a opp lackin' so I gotta pull it, ay (Bang)
Wrist cold like a cooler, feel like a pool (Burr)
You don't like a young nigga, here's what you do
Pull up on him, give one, three or two (Skrr)
I just bought some custom floor mats for the Coupe (Yoom)
Feelin' sick, so I'm in that bitch sippin' soup (Lean)
She brought her friend, so I'm in that bitch with a deuce (Deuce)
little folks with me, so he in this bitch trippin' too (Trippin')
Nah, I ain't solid, but before I thought he was fu (Bitch)
We be in it from the sun down 'til that bitch come up (Up)
We be still up in the club until that bitch go up (Go up)
I done hire me a driver, just to pick hoes up (Ftftft)
Put some wrap around the 'Track, that cost like 10 more bucks
No, I ain't got a shotty, gotta get more bucks, ay (Ftftft)
Too many fans, I need like sixteen hands to fill 'em up, ay (Bang)
Bitch in the bed like "Where he get his heavy ass pillows from?" (Huh?)
Can't tell you that, whatever you do, bitch, just don't pillow-talk, ay
Lamb pass by, kids like "Look"
Hop out all white on like a cook (Cook)
If I personally took your shit, just consider it took (Took)
I ain't gon' post it 'cause I don't do no shit for the looks
High as hell like I got eight tentacles, octopus ('Pus)
Top floor, might be with little bitch on the roof (On the roof)
I was lackin', laws snuck up on me, I was shook (I was shook)
Thinkin' like, had that shit upon me, I was buzzed (I was buzzed)
If you ain't know, I got one little brother and one little sis' (Sis')
My little sis' gon' be a lawyer, so I'm proud of her (Proud of her)
Soon as I catch a fuckin' case, you know I'm callin' her (Brr)
In case Disney try to sue for bein' a Donald Duck (Bang)
Three of y'all still couldn't amount to one of us (Nah)
Niggas doing this shit for clout
What happened to wanting bucks? (Ftftft)
I ain't like car no more, I start wantin' trucks (Huh?)
Stick I got, clean ceiling, this ain't corner dust (Bang)
Always sent a pair of shoes, I just wear around the house (House)
Niggas bitches, might as well go pink and buy a blouse (Blouse)
I should go to AirBnB, you rentin' by the house (House)
I just ask that bitch, she copy, she said "Roger out", ay
I just ran into this bitch, ain't seen a long time (Phew)
Wanted my number, so I gave that bitch the wrong line (Brr)
Knew she was gon', let me fuck in the long ride (Brr)
But now she look weak, so I don't want that (Brr)
Nigga get off my dick, go get your own swag (Swag)
Nigga put your hand down, go get your own bag (Bag)
I talk in code, just in case my phone tapped (Brr)
I ain't did shit, how the fuck my phone tapped? (Brr)
Got my Cuban really rocky, feel like A$AP (Bling)
Neck hurt, all these chains, girl, I hate that (Huh?)
Yeah, I know how to divide, but I hate math (Yeah)
Skrrt, skrrt, finna ride to my safe house (Skrrt)
Have you ever seen a pound in a fuckin' jar? (Jar)
Have you ever seen a camera ho fuckin' a cop? (Cop)
Pull up with a Muhammad Ali, get a suck or some'
You ran out, we shoot, guess that nigga fuckin' slide (Bitch)
Five years, since I been on my fuckin' block (Block)
But I'm still 2-4, screamin', "Fuck an opp" (Fuck a opp)
Just 'cause I ain't on the block, don't mean my brothers not (Not)
The time I left the fuckin' block, that bitch was fuckin' hot (Hot)
Shawty really actin' real and he know he not (Not)
Shawty got her ass on, just like Khloe Ka' (Khloe Ka')
Now he don't think he Mims, but he know he hot (Know he hot)
Now he ain't be pullin' up, but you know he drivin' (Bow)

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