She A Freak lyrics - Chief Keef
She a freak, she a freak
She a freak, she a freak
She a freak
She just wanna fuck me everyday of the week, she a freak
She a freak, she a freak
She a freak
That bitch wanna fuck me everyday of the week, she a freak
That bitch call me everyday of the week, she a freak
Goddamn, that bitch a freak, a freak, freak
She a freak
Said she wanna fuck me everyday of the week 'cause my pockets obese
Bitch, you really just wanna get some of this cheese
But I'm leaning off a 4 right now, I'm higher than a motherfucking leaf
I just bought a QP of dirt right now, I feel higher than a motherfucking ceiling
This bitch tricked me off, I think she off some leaf, she only wanna freak
But I only want some motherfucking knee-knee, say she only want me
But I know with that mouth she do a lot of things
It's a lesson in life I can teach you baby, how to do it with a nigga like me
She a freak
That bitch wanna fuck me everyday of the week, she a freak
That bitch call me everyday of the week, she a freak
Goddamn, that bitch a freak, a freak, a freak
She a freak
That bitch wanna fuck me everyday of the week, she a freak
That bitch call me everyday of the week, she a freak
Goddamn, that bitch a freak, a freak, a freak
Can't Wait lyrics - Chief Keef
(DP on the beat)
What did I say, yo?
Turn up
You made me forget what I said
Aw man, I forget, aw man, I don't remember mine
Fuck back
Ay
Can't wait, ay
Fuck nigga can't wait
Can't wait to catch his ass and shoot him in his face
I can't wait (Boom), I can't wait (Gratarrah)
I can't wait to get that check today
Spent the other one yesterday (I can't), I can't wait
I get too much damn gwap
I'll get another one tomorrow, ay
I can't wait (Let's get it)
Bitch, look at my charm (Charm)
She couldn't wait to see it in person (Bling, bling, blow)
'Cause she seen it on my IG (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Told that bitch, "Why you eye me? Watch me, you spy me?" (Bang bang)
Bitch, what, you a spy? (A spy bitch)
Bitch, you fucking with them guys? Ay (You fucking with them opps, hoe?)
You be fucking with small fries, ay (Grratarra)
Bitch I'ma large fry, ay (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'ma shark in the ocean (Ocean)
Pop a flat, now I'm rollin' and totin' (Gang gang, gang, gang)
Catch a opp, I'ma blow his fucking face (Let's get it, bih-buh-buh)
Mexicans, blasting races, every race (Turnt up and we get em up off they blocks)
Pull off and we racing, ay (Skrrt, skrrt)
Seen the cops, now they chasing us (Chasing us), ay
We don't give a fuck (We up)
Been doin' this since Front $treet 061 (The ID)
Ask Republican, he know (Gang Front $treet)
Ask Nino, he know, ay (Front $treet)
Ask Caper, he know, ay (Front $treet)
I was on Front $treet ready to blow, sellin' D, ay (Boom boom)
Ay, ready for enemies, ay (Grratarra)
Nigga, fuck M.O.B
Fuck M.O.B., fuck June Bug, bitch (Boom boom)
Six Double O is what it was, what it is (Sosa)
I got all the kids (Yo kids, Sosa)
Six kids, plus all you niggas, ay (Almighty Sosa)
And these racks up in my jeans (Fuck these hoes, Sosa)
I got on Glo Gang, ay (Gang gang)
Ay, remember when I used to wear Aeropostale (Gang gang)
Remember when I couldn't even afford Hollister (Sellin' D on the block)
Now I'ma Rastafari (With that choppa) with the choppa
Get up off my song, Tadoe
'Fore I do you wrong, Tadoe (Grratarra)
Hit you with this 4, Tadoe (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
You made me drop my blunt, Tadoe, ay
Pick it up, Tadoe, hoe
Get my motherfuckin' blunt up off the floor
'Fore I snooze your fucking neck and blow your throat (Bang)
Bitch
New Trap lyrics - Chief Keef
Burr on me, and no it ain't berry
Niggas like "Sosa, what's to you?"
I'm busy working in the stu
It's the new trap, so free Gu'
It's me and Scoo, and Glo
And Black Migo
Phew, Bang
CEO's
They like "Sosa, what's to you?"
Baby, I'm busy in the stu
Free Gu'
It's me and Scoo, and Glo and Black Migo
Even though I'm Interscope, still have niggas at your door
Disrespect Chief Sosa, you gotta go
Like all hail Almighty, there he go
If you got the chain, get that repoed
Tryna compare me like compare a ning ding to a 4-O
When I come through your block, bitch, I got ning ding and the 4-O
Now all your hear is sirens, but bitch I ain't scared of no fuckin' po-po
My dear, my dear
Couple ten in my pocket, codeine four in a two liter
Actin' like you on that hot shit, boy, you don't want no fever
How you wanna beef if vegetarians don't eat it?
I got 10 iPhones 5Ss, I don't need it
10 Ks, 10 FNs and 10 Tecs, I don't need it
I'm busy, go and hear about a fool baby girl let the rest on me
Taking niggas out like a referee
Ay, I got pounds all up in the pantry
Got bitches in the living rooms, dancing
I got niggas with choppas and handses
Fuck with King Sosa, they chopping your family
I just bought ten mansions
Ten pounds, ten Macs, ten nines for ten bandses
Bitch, I need 'bout ten Grammy's
Or I'ma get to bamming
Smoking on dope with the bros, in the studio
Almighty Sosa, Chief Sosa, Almighty Julio
King El Chapo Sosa, Almighty Coolio
Bitch better be sucking dick in that King Almighty studio
Office lyrics - Chief Keef
Skrr skrr skrr
Skrr skrr skrr, skrr, skrr
How you doing? Bitch, I'm fine- (Bitch, I'm fine today)
How you doing? Bitch, I'm fine today (Skrr skrr skrr)
Walking 'round the trap, find a K (Skrr skrr skrr)
All these niggas fake, niggas hate (fuck)
All I do is money penetrate (ff beep, ff beep)
All I do is flex on they thots (flexin' flexin')
Pull up, I flex on they block (flexin' flexin')
Diamonds shining, K.O.D. and it's dark (K.O.D.)
Pull up to the office in a 'rari
Pulling up to cameo in Bentleys
Pull up to the mansion in that ten ten
That ten Lambo, it ain't rented
A nigga let me get it
Man I swear to God
Now I be livin' large (motherfuckin large)
Now I be in then cars (Skrr skrr skrr)
And, I be shining hard (bling bling)
Got that money, then I put my car in park (Skrr skrr skrr)
And I rain it in the dark (in the dark)
Smoking kush and this shit hard (shit hard)
Bitch, I'm dumb and I'm smart (aah)
How you doing? Bitch, I'm fine today (Skrr skrr skrr)
Walking 'round the trap, find a K (Skrr skrr skrr)
All these niggas fake, niggas hate (fuck)
All I do is money penetrate (ff beep, ff beep)
All I do is flex on they thots (flexin' flexin')
Pull up, I flex on they block (flexin' flexin', skrt skrt dududuh)
Diamonds shining, K.O.D. and it's dark (K.O.D.)
Pull up to the office in a 'rari
I got some money in the closet (ff beep)
Money in a bank deposit (ff beep)
Money for a show (ff beep)
And I might not even go (might not even motherfuckin' go)
Pull up to the G5 in a 'rari (Skrr skrr)
And pull off with they thotty (Skrr skrr)
My car an autostarter (Skrr skrr)
My car on autopilot (Skrr skrr)
Bitch that money be my logic (my motherfuckin')
And you know that shit is obvious (my motherfuckin')
I'ma get a hundred mill, no flarging (mill, no)
Just sit back and watch me (hey yo)
Bitch my birthday in August (ay yo)
I'ma lion in the target (ay yo)
Going fast like a cheetah (beep beep)
When I hop up in my Beamer (ring ring)
How you doing? Bitch, I'm fine today (Skrr skrr skrr)
Walking 'round the trap, find a K (Skrr skrr skrr)
All these niggas fake, niggas hate (fuck)
All I do is money penetrate (ff beep, ff beep)
All I do is flex on they thots (flexin' flexin')
Pull up, I flex on they block (flexin' flexin', skrt skrt dududuh)
Diamonds shining, K.O.D. and it's dark (K.O.D.)
Pull up to the office in a 'rari
Cocky lyrics - Chief Keef
This is your last chance
After this, there is no turning back
You take the blue pill, your story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe
You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland
My niggas gooney looney
Six thou for my Rollie
Fifty thou for my Breitling
Bitch, three chains cost a Lotus
For a verse, cost a brick
For a show, cost a G
It's not an accident girl
Baby, you know I'm cocky
'Cause I'm splurgin', I'm splurgin'
I'm in a fast car and I'm swervin'
Cops just got behind me, now I'm nervous
I think they did that shit on purpose
But I'm cocky and I know it
Baby, I ain't afraid to show it
L-E-D lights on, I'm always glowin'
I'm cocky, I'm cocky, baby girl, I'm cocky
I pull up in that what-to-call-it
He pull up in that Honda
In my pocket, what to call this?
In his pocket, nothing
My house six thousand, what's to call it?
He still living with his mama
My truck cost two hundred, what's to call this?
Just for me to ride around in
Cocky, Balboa Rocky
Come through knocking shit down, Ali
Now we gotta run from Aiki
Fuck 12, we going on a high speed
Cause my car cocky
He think he can outrun everybody
My jewelry arrogant, and it's very cocky
But my pistol the friendliest one
My niggas gooney looney
Six thou for my Rollie
Fifty thou for my Breitling
Bitch, three chains cost a Lotus
For a verse, cost a brick
For a show, cost a G
It's not an accident girl
Baby, you know I'm cocky
'Cause I'm splurgin', I'm splurgin'
I'm in a fast car and I'm swervin'
Cops just got behind me, now I'm nervous
I think they did that shit on purpose
But I'm cocky and I know it
Baby, I ain't afraid to show it
L-E-D lights on, I'm always glowin'
I'm cocky, I'm cocky, baby girl, I'm cocky
Rounds lyrics - Chief Keef
D-Moe, go get the pounds
Tadoe, go get the rounds
Aye bitch, it's going down
Lot of bullets going 'round, and 'round, and 'round
I'm off a flat I feel tall, and strong
That bitch gon' go click-clack boom
It's an elephant in the fucking room
Make some room, 'fore you make the tomb
Bitch I'm off a Xanax, a damn flat, and damn thrax
Come through your block shooting at your damn head like gratata, duh luh duh
Then pull off like skrr skrr skrr skrr skrr
Then I blow the smoke up off my Ruger too
Remember when I didn't even know a pussy what, now
I'm a porn star, fuck your thot, she going hard
And she's a freak, bitch
You know me, bitch
I'm from across the street, bitch
With that heat, bitch
Ready to catch a oppa, aye
Shoot him in his toppa, aye
He gon' need a doctor
And a helicopter, aye
Just bought a gun, it go grrata
Put thirty in my Glocka, aye
A hundred in my choppa, aye
I name my choppa Flocka
And I can't eat no lobster, I eat steak
Pull up on you then pulled off, andale
Coming down the park like Lil B march
Smoking so much dope, it damn near hurt my heart
Shooting at that damn chain, yo damn brain
Because you thought that I was a damn lame
Named that baby Mac Kim K, like Kanye
And he hit a homerun like Sammy, I'm Sosa
And I got my toaster
And I will blow it at your head and your shoulder, over, O-V-A
My gun Dominican like Noreaga (aye)
Walk in the damn spot and I don't see paper
I'll be like "ha, see you later (alligator)"
I'm climbing trees and running up, escalator
I'm off this dope, feel like an elevator
Elevating to the hundredth floor
I need to get a hundred mo' mill, just to chill
Put my feet up, smoke reefer loud, with my nina
And Tadoe, with my bankroll
And ManeMane4CG
You know me from the old Chief Keef
I was out there, it was war a piece
Walk in every block, know it's me
With my pistol, ready to get you
Smoke your pussy ass like a Swisher, little nigga
(Front Street, man)
Traumatized lyrics - Chief Keef
Fuck boy said he want beef, slide
His ass gon' be traumatized
I'm a be feeling sorry momma wise
Cause I can't trust niggas, I got a lot of eyes
Gun go bang bang, money machine go beep
Car go skr skr, cock go skeet skeet
Credit card go swipe swipe, watch my watch bling bling
On that road runner shit, meep meep
You ain't smoking dope, your weed got plenty seeds in it
I'm rolling around the town with this and glizzy meeting
Glo Gang bitch, you know that we go plenty weed men
Fifteen thots in this car like I got plenty seats in
Fourteen hundred for this belt, fuck with no more damn Fendi beatings
And I don't have any reasons
Seventeen shots in this 45, 50 in the Glock, hundred in the chop
Let's see how many kills we can get, Black Ops
Bitch I'm so dope that I'm gon' kill that shit, crack rock
Niggas stay sneak dissing, we gon' start throwing bullets like rocks
I ain't shit when I ain't have shit, couple grand on some kicks
Never touched fifty thousand dollars before that's why I'm playing with it
Bang
Fuck boy said he want beef, slide
His ass gon' be traumatized
I'm a be feeling sorry momma wise
Cause I can't trust niggas, I got a lot of eyes
Gun go bang bang, money machine go beep
Car go skr skr, cock go skeet skeet
Credit card go swipe swipe, watch my watch bling bling
On that road runner shit, meep meep
Mac 10 lyrics - Chief Keef
Ay, I just had a conversation with my old hoe, ay
She say she don't like me no more, ay
'Cause I be getting dough
And too busy tourin', fuckin' on hoes
Pull up on my next bitch with my ex bitch
Pull up on your block, it's going down like Tetris
Pull up throwin' cash and shit at my old bitch wedding
Pull up on a opp like say hello to my Mac 10
Ay, give a nigga ass a little 3 P, smoke and get head by Keke
She say she wanna be with me but I'm a roadrunner, meep meep
Fuckin' on all the thots, see who next on my freak sheet
Pullin' on all the opps, see who next on my heat sheet
30 bullets and 16 ounces in this pt, ay
Put the money in the money counter, that bitch go fffff beep beep
And that bitch top so good, I swear that I went oghh, skeet skeet
Then I met the plug, pulled off with my drugs beep beep, ay
Lucky I ain't rob his ass, ay
Glo Gang can mob his ass, ay
Knife on the AK then stab his ass, ay ay
Batman and Robin his ass, ay ay
But he stay playin' games like he the Joker, ay ay
Send my young niggas through to smoke him, ay ay
Niggas steady talkin' 'bout drill, ay ay
Don't get killed over my mill's, ay ay
I'm off a pill, pipe in my wheel, ay ay
Pull on your ass, now sprite rockin' tilt, ay ay
That's why my bitch say she don't like me, ay ay
She say you always in the streets while I'm sleep, ay ay
Bitch you ain't my momma, bitch you ain't birth me, ay
But answer this did I leave 30 Gs in my jeans, ay ay
Niggas think we beef because of my tweet, ay ay
No, it's just red tape on your street, ay ay
No peach tree, she thought it was sweet, ay ay
Shouldn't be sneak dissin' bitches 'bout me, ay ay
I just had a conversation with my old hoe, ay
She say she don't like me no more, ay
'Cause I be getting dough
And too busy tourin', fuckin' on hoes
Pull up on my next bitch with my ex bitch
Pull up on your block, it's going down like Tetris
Pull up throwin' cash and shit at my old bitch wedding
Pull up on a opp like say hello to my Mac 10
Almoney lyrics - Chief Keef
Glo Gang
You know, I got all that motherfuckin' money, man
Shit
It just came though
I got bond money, ay
Sean John money
P. Diddy money
Sean Carter money
Jay-Z money
I got all the money
Gotta make all that money
Gotta get all that money
I need all that money, bitch
What you call that money, bitch?
Balling, Spalding
Got some killers down up in New Orleans, ay
Killers on the west side, Chicago
Them my vatos
But they no lacking
They stay on folks
And they're so goddamn awful, ay
Just bought a 4-O
I ain't buying no 4-Os no more
I'm tired of those, ay
Buy some MACs now, ay
MACs up at ya nose, fuck nigga
At yo door, ay
Astronaut, I'm getting extra money, extra slow, extra far
To the top
Getting guap
Where your thot?
I know she know Almighty, ay
Boy, you know she want Almighty
She'll be going for Almighty, ay
Where you going? With Almighty ay, ay
And I'm gloin', ay
I got my pistol and I'm blowing, ay
Too many niggas, let it pass, ay
Next time, I'm gon' get their ass, ay
Fuck niggas got my chain
Slide through, blow a nigga brains
What? I ain't tripping, mane
Why? 'Cause bitch, I'm getting cake, ay
I said bond 5 out
Gave you the chain and said pawn that now
20 thousand cash, I pay for that
Nigga that's your ass, play with that
Heard you tryna sell it for 10 bands
What the fuck is going on, man? On man
I'm going in man, I'm going strong, man
Smoking strong pack, it's my cologne, man
Ay, money what I'm on, man
Catch you in traffic, Reese Money ya, man
Ay, ay, smoking the, Tooka, ay
My bitch she taking the hookah
All of you, all of me, all of we
She ain't choosing, just all of we
All of us, I got all the cars
Big ass house, all the stars, uh
Excited lyrics - Chief Keef
I don't lose, I just win, two my FNs look like twins
Cops grab me, say nothing, I don't know, I just land
His bitch just land, she say she excited
Party at my house, bitch, and you're invited
Come through, you an opp, we gon' shoot you
You say you smoking pack, that shit booboo
Diamonds moving on my neck, this shit Voodoo
Coming through a lot of weapons and 2 zooz
I'm cruising while you're losing
What you say, I say I got my movement
I am quick to shoot it
If you fucking with my moola
I smoke a lot of weed
It's fucking up my breathing
She wanna fuck me for some weave and
I can't wife no bitch, I'm leaving
Say hello to my Tec
Since you wanna flex, it's on your chest
Say you wanna pull up, then it's a bet
Bullets gonna land right where you're sitting at
I don't lose, I just win, two my FNs look like twins
Cops grab me, say nothing, I don't know, I just land
His bitch just land, she say she excited
Party at my house, bitch, and you're invited
Come through, you an opp, we gon' shoot you
You say you smoking pack, that shit booboo
Diamonds moving on my neck, this shit Voodoo
Coming through a lot of weapons and 2 zooz
Bitch twerking while you're working
Bitch I flex a lot on purpose
Let a nigga try to hurt me
He gonna piss off the thirty
Johnny pissed on my jewelry
I wear it, I ain't worried
Your bitch on my dick and on my nerves
She think I like her
Bitch I'm G'd down to my feet
Twenty G's down to my feet
SRTs and Ms all over my truck
Can't no nigga beat me
I don't lose, I just win, two my FNs look like twins
Cops grab me, say nothing, I don't know, I just land
His bitch just land, she say she excited
Party at my house, bitch, and you're invited
Come through, you an opp, we gon' shoot you
You say you smoking pack, that shit booboo
Diamonds moving on my neck, this shit Voodoo
Coming through a lot of weapons and 2 zooz
Pardon Em lyrics - Chief Keef
Ay, ay
Got these shoes I don't know how they're called
I just know what they cost
15 hundred (Sam nigga), ay, (Sam nigga) ay ay
ISO
Ffff beep, beep
My forty fell down my pants, pardon him
Bang
Du-duh, skuskuskuh
Skrt, skuskuskuh
Taxin' all these niggas, Uncle Sam (Skrt, ffff beep)
My 40. fell down my pants, pardon him (dududuh, bang)
Is that Superman? I thought it was him (Superman)
Ridin' in them foreigns (ay ay ay)
Taxin' all these niggas, Uncle Sam (fff beep)
My 40. fell down my pants, pardon him (bang dududuh)
Is that Superman? I thought it was him (Superman)
Ridin' in them fuckin' foreigns, 'rari 'nem (skuskuskuh, skuh)
I'd be gettin' some money if I was them (fff beep)
These niggas ain't gettin' no money, pardon 'em (nah, fff beep)
She ride me like a psycho, Harley 'nem (skuskuskuh, skuh)
Who shootin' them pipes up? All of them (bang)
I be gettin' high like Marley and them
Bitch, I'm coolin' with my shotta and them, ay ay
Bitch, I'm coolin' with my partner and them, ay ay
When they seen that opp, bet they shot at him, ay
They was off the drugs, pardon 'em, ay
I was totin' slugs, pardon 'em
Until them bitches 'came a part of him
His chest, his face, every part of him, ay
I don't really know my damn poppa 'nem, ay
I only knew my fuckin' momma 'nem, ay
Snakes in the grass, it's a lotta them, ay
I be gettin' up off my ass just to watch for them, ay
Taxin' all these niggas, Uncle Sam (fff beep)
My 40. fell down my pants, pardon him (bang dududuh)
Is that Superman? I thought it was him (Superman)
Ridin' in them fuckin' foreigns, 'rari 'nem (skuskuskuh, skuh)
I'd be gettin' some money if I was them (fff beep)
These niggas ain't gettin' no money, pardon 'em (nah, fff beep)
She ride me like a psycho, Harley 'nem (skuskuskuh, skuh)
Who shootin' them pipes up? All of them (bang)
Shoes on my feet, I don't know what the fuck they call 'em, ay ay
But I know how much the fuck they cost, ay
They cost 15 hundred dollars, ay ay
'Member when I couldn't get a dollar, ay
I had to make a fuck nigga holla, ay
Pistol to his fuckin' skull and daughter, ay ay
Put this pistol to his fuckin' mother, ay ay
Told his mama "your son got my cheddar"
I don't wanna have to use my Beretta
My Beretta go through your damn leather, ay ay
Boy, you better have a Teflon, ay
Taxin' all these niggas, Uncle Sam, ay
Sosa, Sammy Sosa, I be him, ay
I hit a homerun after party him, ay
Come through shooting up your party and them, ay
Catch you in the lobby, you get lobby left, ay
I don't give a fuck, bitch I am a felony, ay ay
Now this felony get cheese, ay ay
This felony got bitches on they knees, makin' them bleed, ay ay
Countin' this cheese, countin' them Gs, nigga, ay
I don't fuck with police, nigga, ay ay
Up this motherfucker, I'm like "freeze nigga, freeze nigga"
Taxin' all these niggas, Uncle Sam (fff beep)
My 40. fell down my pants, pardon him (bang dududuh)
Is that Superman? I thought it was him (Superman)
Ridin' in them fuckin' foreigns, 'rari 'nem (skuskuskuh, skuh)
I'd be gettin' some money if I was them (fff beep)
These niggas ain't gettin' no money, pardon 'em (nah, fff beep)
She ride me like a psycho, Harley 'nem (skuskuskuh, skuh)
Who shootin' them pipes up? All of them (bang)
ESPN lyrics - Chief Keef
Ball like ESPN
ESPN, ESPN
ESP-N
Chase Gang
Bitch, huh
Credit card debit, it go sway sway
ESPN, bitch, turn up
What I'm smoking, reeking
Bad bitch
Bitch, I ball like ESPN
Bad bitch, she from Puerto Rico
Smoking on this reeking
Bitch, I ball like ESPN
What I'm smoking, reeking
Bad bitch, she from Puerto Rico
Said she like Almighty, True Religion
Thirty G's up in these True Religions
Robbers fuck with me and
Hermes fuck with me and
Ben Franklin fuck with me and
Shoot my gat, bitch I'm Memphis Bleeking
They want that old Chief Keef
The one that was toting pistols
They said they know Chief Keef
But you don't know me, my nigga
He said he gonna blow at Chief Keef
Gon' blow at me, my nigga?
I got some niggas gon' blow for Chief Keef
They gon' pull up and show, my nigga
I'm getting old, my nigga
I'm getting grown, my nigga
I mean, I'm glo'd up
Bitch I showed up, I showed out
Show stoppers got them poles out
Glo Gang gloing up 'til we glo'd out
I'm pouring up 'til I throw up
Catch up, pussy musty
What I'm smoking, marijuana
This some stanky ganja
Pistols beating like kongos
Boy, you don't want it
Fifty hundred for the Hermes
Five hundred for the gun
Hundred niggas for the run
Glocks and chops, he gon' do this shit for fun
This a Breitling, tell that bitch I be sunny sun
Bitch, I ball like ESPN
What I'm smoking, reeking
Bad bitch, she from Puerto Rico
Said she like Almighty, True Religion
Thirty G's up in these True Religions
Robbers fuck with me and
Hermes fuck with me and
Ben Franklin fuck with me and
Bitch, I ball like ESPN
ACTION lyrics - Chief Keef
Got my toolie, don't make me...
Got my toolie, don't make me...
I got my toolie, don't make me use it
Eating shit up like baby food
Smoking on this good (dope)
Baby, my life is a movie (action)
My niggas going for action
Spot 'em, got 'em, clap 'em
I'm the CEO, king Almighty, and I'm the captain
Bitch this my ship, I'm 'a sail it
We come through, firing shit up
Yo mama shit, frying shit up
Smoking on a big blunt of tika
One ounce got me ticked off
'Cause I don't wanna have to kill 'em
'Cause he think it's chocolate vanilla
Smoking OG, but I'm a gangster killer
Come through shootin' shit like Cranked little nigga
Glo Gang, I glo, you can't, little nigga
Smoking dope and sipping drank, little nigga
That bitch should've liked me 'cause my bank a little bigger
And I'm a Glo Gang, same with killers
I'm searching
All these toolies with us gon' go gah
Let a nigga try the Glo, we gon' go bang
Bullets can't stand one thing like my mans
Got my toolie, don't make me use it
Eating shit up like baby food
Smoking on this good (dope)
Baby, my life is a movie (action)
My niggas going for action
Spot 'em, got 'em, clap 'em
I'm the CEO, king Almighty, and I'm the captain
Bitch this my ship, I'm 'a sail it
I got diarrhea, I just shit
Fuck boy, for you I got a proposition
Go spy on the oppositions
Tell me what they lock and kick it
Go on they block and kick it
We ain't going through, bitch we send bananas and bitches
And they play too much damn Call Of Duty
Chopping shit like Martha Stewart
Nigga, I'm that dude
Hate on little Sosa, that's all they do
'Cause I make a mess when I'm coming through
Driving fast, they wish I found a wall and run into it
Bitch, I'm embalming fluid
Don't make me fire you up and start burning you and
Place them bullets in your face, bitch, furnace you
Mac eating niggas Big Macs and baby food
I got my toolie, don't make me use it
Eating shit up like baby food
Smoking on this good (dope)
Baby, my life is a movie (action)
My niggas going for action
Spot 'em, got 'em, clap 'em
I'm the CEO, king Almighty, and I'm the captain
Bitch this my ship, I'm 'a sail it
NEMO lyrics - Chief Keef
I tell my niggas, find Nemo
Find Nemo, find Nemo
I tell my niggas, find Lil Gay
Find Kemo, and find Nemo
When we see ya, Terentino
Pistols be Terentino
Who I trust? Me, Al Pacino
Come through clapping out a Venom
Come through busting out the trap like what to the fuck, buck to the buck, cut to the cut
Gun short, it'll smoke a nigga like a duck like dududuh, hop in my truck
Caught a nigga lacking, caught him by the bleachers
Left under bleachers, but I didn't see nothing
I'mma shoot gat E-US 'cause it's me and Nina and Reefer
Leave a nigga in the ER, car faster than a Cheetah
Come to your block, me and two Glocks, rockin' ya porch and leave ya
I ain't turned up, I'm T'd up, take the bail for us and peed up
Got ugly ass throw away guns, and some cute ass keepers
I told my boys to get you, boy, don't get got, come up in your kitchen, shooting up your pots
Shooting up your dishes with some guns with knives
Lookin' for ya nigga, where ya at? Sneak dissin' where ya snunners at?
I'm king Mufasa, but I ain't no Simba yet but I got KayKay, that's my little princess
Gave my nigga a golden spoon, like, could you cook with that?
I'm coolin' with my young niggas, don't start up, then it's done with ya
Blackgate come through shootin' up cars nigga, 3Hunna come shootin' up Mars nigga
I tell my niggas, find Nemo
Find Nemo, find Nemo
I tell my niggas, find Lil Gay
Find Kemo, and find Nemo
When we see ya, Terentino
Pistols be Terentino
Who I trust? Me, Al Pacino
Come through clapping out a Venom
Ya Know lyrics - Chief Keef
Girl, ya know, ya know (ya know)
Girl, ya know I be counting guap (ya know)
Girl, ya know I will send some shots (ya know)
Girl, ya know I don't freak with opps (ya know)
Girl, ya know I be counting guap (ya know)
Girl, ya know I'ma send some shots (ya know)
Girl, ya know I don't fuck with opps (ya know)
Girl, ya know I don't fuck with cops (ya know)
Girl, ya know I don't fuck ratchet hoes (Ya know, ay, ya know)
Girl, ya know I keep my ratchet close (Ya know)
Girl, ya know I'm quick to blast it though (ya know)
And ya know I'm all about flexing though (ya know)
Girl, ya know I count my racks up
I got the .30 for my back up, ay
Click-clack, nigga, back up
Click-clack, nigga, guess what? Ay
You wifing that bitch but she coochie popping
Know that girl don't keep her coochie silence
I sip lean, girl, that booze invalid
Girl, ya know my gun too damn solid, ay
I just start popping Xanax
Me off Xanax equals mans wet
Me off 10 flats, 10 dead mans
Dead mans in my pocket, dead man pants
Girl, ya know I be counting guap (ya know)
Girl, ya know I'ma send some shots (ya know)
Girl, ya know I don't fuck with opps (ya know)
Girl, ya know I don't fuck with cops (ya know)
Girl, ya know I don't fuck ratchet hoes (Ya know, ay, ya know)
Girl, ya know I keep my ratchet close (Ya know)
Girl, ya know I'm quick to blast it though (ya know)
And ya know I'm all about flexing though (ya know)
I think I need a beat, call up Dolan
Freak lyrics - Chief Keef
I ask shorty why she so mean to me
She say, "Sosa boy, you ass is a thot
And you always posted on the block
And you always posted with your guys"
I ask her why she always wanna tweak
She hit me, got different thots every week
Ask her why she always wanna beef
She know I hit it good every time we freak
She say that her heart broke, 'cause I hit it hard though
Then walked out the door, put my clothes on pronto
She looking uncomfortable, I don't give a fuck though
'Cause I got a couple zoes, my neck is so fucking froze
Remember stealing Hondas, now I ride without signing
And pull off, buckle up like skrrt skrrt skrrt, don't rob me
That money you won't find it, think I gotta do my weed
Shorty think I got time for her, I can't tell the time, bitch
'Cause my watch be shining, 'cause my Rollie be blinding
And I told her look for it, I can't even find it
And now this bitch wanna have it, this bitch still tryna find it
When I try to tell the time, fuck around and blind ya
Let her touch it, grimey, Glo Gang, it's Friday
Baby, I'm the CEO, I'll fuck around and sign ya
I ask shorty why she so mean to me
She say, "Sosa boy, you ass is a thot
And you always posted on the block
And you always posted with your guys"
I ask her why she always wanna tweak
She hit me, got different thots every week
Ask her why she always wanna beef
She know I hit it good every time we freak
Baby, do you wanna roll and smoke this weed?
We can ride down the beach
We can freak on the beach
Ain't nobody gotta know or see
Keep your mouth sealed. Capisce?
Baby girl, I know that you's a freak
So come ride Keef, the jet ski
I'ma come ride in the felony
I know you like bad boys
I know you like getting-cash boys
I know you like a Glo boy
Bitch, I'm Almighty Glo
Smoking '93 Texaco
She from Cali, bitch, not from Mexico
She say she like my coat
She say she like my shoes
I ask shorty why she so mean to me
She say, "Sosa boy, you ass is a thot
And you always posted on the block
And you always posted with your guys"
I ask her why she always wanna tweak
She hit me, got different thots every week
Ask her why she always wanna beef
She know I hit it good every time we freak
Flexin lyrics - Chief Keef
Situation Gang (Me too baby)
Linen Gang (Fuck that)
Fifth Gang (I'm Almighty So, I used to be Chief So)
Bang (Chief Keef Sosa, Big Gucci)
Bang (Bitch)
Flexin' on these niggas (Flexin' on these motherfuckin' niggas, ay)
Got my weapons for these niggas (For these motherfuckin' niggas, bang bang bang)
Pulled up flexin' on these niggas (Skuduskuduskuh, flexin' on these niggas)
All I do is flex up on these niggas (All I do is flex up on these niggas)
Bitch, I'm flexin', flexin' (Flexin' flexin')
Bitch, I'm flexin', I'm flexin' (Flexin', I'm flexin')
Pull up skurda skuh, flexin' flexin' flexin'
Pull up on your bud, flexin' flexin', I'm flexin' (Flexin', I'm flexin')
I'm flexin' real hard (Hard)
I'm flexin', no fraud (No fraud, nah)
No scam (No scam, bitch)
I'm with foe 'nem (Foe 'nem, Glo 'nem, bang)
Off Hendog and Red Bull, I got wings (I got wings)
Free Wop, we be steady mobbin' (Steady mobbin')
Bitch, I'm so icy (So icy)
That's why yo nigga don't like me (Nigga don't like me)
Pull up in that 'rari (That 'rari)
Niggas lookin' salty (Niggas lookin' mad)
Thotties lookin' happy (Glad)
Glad that they saw me (Yeah)
Finna buy Tadoe a 'rari (Yeah)
Finna buy Ballout a 'rari (Yeah)
Finna buy the whole gang 'raris (Yeah, skrrt, skrrt)
So we can be ridin' (Skrrt)
Flexin' on these niggas (Flexin')
Got my weapons for these niggas (Dududuh, bang bang)
Pulled up flexin' on these niggas (Skuduskuduskuh, flexin' on these niggas)
All I do is flex up on these niggas (Flexin' flexin')
Bitch, I'm flexin', flexin' (Flexin' flexin')
Bitch, I'm flexin', I'm flexin' (Flexin', I'm flexin')
Pull up skurda skuh (Skuduskuh), flexin' flexin' flexin'
Pull up on your bud (On yo bud)
Flexin', I'm flexin'
Ay, I'm in Miami and I'm flexin' (With whole on me)
I'm in North Miami
With them niggas from the Haiti (That's Haiti)
Ridin' 'raris in Lil Haiti (Haiti)
Niggas in Chicago hate me (They hatin')
I don't know why (I don't know why)
Bitch, I'm that guy (Bitch, I'm that guy)
I done did it for everybody (For every motherfuckin' body)
All I do is keep it real (Keep it 3 Hunna)
Fake shit, you need to chill (Need to be on it, chill, chill)
I just do it big (Do it big), growin' big (Growin' big)
Growin' bigger, ay
I'ma Glo-in' nigga (I'ma Glo-in' ass nigga)
Look at my ice (My ice)
It's like bright lights (Bright lights)
Pull up in that motherfuckin' right right (Right right)
Flexin' on these niggas (Flexin' on these motherfuckin' niggas, ay)
Got my weapons for these niggas (Got my weapons for these niggas, dududuh)
Pulled up flexin' on these niggas (Flexin' on these niggas, skuduskuduskuh)
All I do is flex up on these niggas (All I do is flex up on these niggas)
Bitch, I'm flexin', flexin' (Flexin' flexin')
Bitch, I'm flexin', I'm flexin' (Flexin', I'm flexin')
Pull up skurda skuh, flexin' flexin' flexin'
Pull up on your bud, flexin' flexin', I'm flexin' (Skurt skurt skurt)
Skurt skurt, skurt skurt, skuskuskurt
Skurt, skurt, skurt, skurt skurt
Dududuh, duh, duh, duduh, dududduh
Dududduh, dududduh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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