Glatt lyrics - Chief Keef
Glatt, glatt, glatt, glatt-glatt
Glatt, glatt, glatt, glatt-glatt
Yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ay, chyeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ay, chyeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
He an imposter, ay, turn him to pasta, ay
Foe got that blih, ay, he make it wobble, ay
Corn on the cobble, chopper lob 'em, ay
Check my Rollie, I can't tell it, ay
Groove back, Stella, ay, I live in Ella, ay (LA)
Where the umbrella? Ay, think it's drizzlin', ay
Niggas my children, such a feelin', ay
Causin' a blizzard, ay, feel like a wizard, ay
Turn you to gizzards, just pour up the sizzurp, ay
Roll up with scissors, give me the trimmers, ay
These niggas alkies, foe a mummy
I pray I don't OD, we only four deep, yeah
Yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ay, chyeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ay, chyeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ay, silencers, damn, ay, damn
I can't see 'em, ay, yeah
Then they blam, ay, yeah
Feelin' like Cam, ay, yeah
I'll be God damned, ay, yeah
Feelin' like Martin, ay, yeah
Run to they Pam, ay, yeah
Cousin ain't here, ay, yeah
I don't know fam, ay, yeah
Foot on the Lam, ay, yeah
From D-Town, ay, yeah
When niggas do some fake shit, ay, yeah
Don't have me 'round, ay, yeah
That's how I get down, ay, yeah
I don't fuck around, ay, yeah
Yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ay, chyeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ay, chyeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Just What It Be Like lyrics - Chief Keef
Sos' baby
Bandana boys
Cap or die
Yup, yup
BG, L
Put the K to your face
DJ's on the beat so this a banger
These niggas acting like they want smoke
They don't really want smoke
They don't really want smoke, ay, ay
Baby, my watch cost a condo
Pocket full of hunchos
'Bout to pull up in London, ay, ay
These niggas acting like they want smoke
They don't really want smoke
They don't really want smoke, ay, ay
Lately, I been wearin' my jeans tight
Still got the Glock with the green light
Sometimes shit don't seem right
But that's just what it be like
I remember runnin' 'round high school with a tool, thinkin' I'm cool
I played duh-duh-duh-cooly, didn't have the flu either
Rocking my jewels
Probably pull up to the high school reunion, look at my coupe
I cannot hoop but I know some niggas that really know how to shoot
Fuck you think you?
You don't fuck with me then I don't fuck with you
Thought we was cool
We gon' come out the blue and give your ass the blues
Stick go Kanye, scoopity scoop
My son mama say he been bad, I'm like, "Ooh, what he do?"
These niggas acting like they want smoke
They don't really want smoke
They don't really want smoke, ay, ay
These niggas acting like they want smoke
They don't really want smoke
They don't really want smoke, ay, ay
Baby, my watch cost a condo
Pocket full of hunchos
'Bout to pull up in London, ay, ay
Lately, I been wearin' my jeans tight
Still got the Glock with the green light
Sometimes shit don't seem right
But that's just what it be like
Come get your bitch, she on my heels
Tryna pull up in heels, 'cause I live in the hills
Shorty know I keep it real, you ain't really from the field
Ice got me on chill, been running up the mills
But we not gon' give, Kool-Aid man, oh yeah
Turn a nigga to a car, put some bands on him
His mans ran on him, so I had to put my mans on him
Think he hot, throw a tan on him
If he got the drip, we gon' swim on him, ay
These niggas acting like they want smoke
They don't really want smoke
They don't really want smoke, ay, ay
These niggas acting like they want smoke
They don't really want smoke
They don't really want smoke, ay, ay
Baby, my watch cost a condo
Pocket full of hunchos
'Bout to pull up in London, ay, ay
Lately, I been wearin' my jeans tight
Still got the Glock with the green light
Sometimes shit don't seem right
But that's just what it be like
Came through stuntin', smoking on skunk
Bitch we want it, bitch we done it
Bitch them fifties, bitch these hundreds
Like I ain't got it, bitch I'm on it
Can't run out of gas, can't be stuck
Tell me the price, can't be much
Niggas be talking like they can't get touched
We gon' knock 'em down, you can help em up
And I don't give a fuck
Tadoe come cook 'em, pick 'em up
Get your forty-four (Finish 'em)
It's a whole lot of bullets left
You wanna take it there? We can take it there
You little soft ass teddy bear
Put the K to your face, give you the Glock
And make you kill yourself
These niggas acting like they want smoke
They don't really want smoke
They don't really want smoke, ay, ay
These niggas acting like they want smoke
They don't really want smoke
They don't really want smoke, ay, ay
Baby, my watch cost a condo
Pocket full of hunchos
'Bout to pull up in London, ay, ay
Lately, I been wearin' my jeans tight
Still got the Glock with the green light
Sometimes shit don't seem right
But that's just what it be like
Vietnam lyrics - Chief Keef
Pullin' up weed, yeah, ay
She on my meat, yeah, ay
Girl I'm off the leash, yeah, ay
Clean 'em up, bleach, yeah, ay
Where your tracks all meet, ay
We don't need IDs, ay
What's up in the cup? Ay
Might be Hi-C, ay
In the VIP, yeah, ay
Like a tree 'round me, yeah, ay
Don't know shit about me
Shades on, you can't see what I see
You can't even be by me
Can't live up the street by me
She wanna get eaten by me
I told her she gon' see about me (Let's get it)
Her friends don't agree about me
You know I gotta be how I be
You know I roll up the weed
Bitch ass nugs of weed
I gotta stay sucker free
Baow, baow
Bitch, you ain't no police officer, ain't no cuffin' me
I ain't fuckin' 'round with custody
I can smoke weed all day in LA
Chiraq, gotta fuck around and flush the weed
Bad boy like I got Puff with me
Lil' nigga you go to bed or you so sad
We gon' fuck around and Usher you
Duck, duck, aim and it cuss at you
He tryna figure out the nicest way to say that we don't fuck with you
These young niggas sippin' on buster juice (ay ay)
Baby I'm fly like sittin' in class when you got a substitute
Extension, the big one
Like Vietnam, come get some
Come rinse some, I'll lend some
I'll lend some, I'll end 'em
From a send in, a big one
From block you, can't enter
My girl don't like the word, "finsta"
These hoes only pretty on Insta
Free bro 'nem, 'til I see bro 'nem
Get your ho 'nem, I'm with your ho now, ay
I'm open (ay ay)
Six chains, used to have a fuckin' rosary
Know you ain't know no solider either
Young trap ass nigga like Green Arrow
Flex on the bitch like Eddie Guerrero
She knew what it was, and I ain't even tell her
Fuck goin' metal, give me that green meadow
Pourin' up in the yellow and the green letter
I'm a real Glo ass like Green Lanterns
Nigga think he one up on me, never
BM said I could be better
I give a bitch away and re-get her
Better be cool 'fore they don't see you never
Bestie lyrics - Chief Keef
Turbo
5:49 in the AM
Birds chirpin', neck on swim
Cut a nigga up like the shrimp
My brother in the back, he got the gat on him
Free T-Slick, that's my rappy
Take off my Louis belt, spank ya like ya Pappy
No you ain't gotta ask me, ay
I knew I was real when my mama had me, ay (Hey Mom)
Lil' baby nasty
See her in the club, you would think she classy (Yeah)
She like my neck piece
Shorty your lil' ass got a fatty, ay
I'm gettin' fetty (Goddamn)
Oh you like beef? Let's make 'paghetti, ay
She wanna neck me
She say she think I'm lil' sexy, ay
Call my bestie (Hello?)
Ay Ben Franklin, come and get me, ay (I'm on the way)
Got the semi (Glatt)
Like my brother, he comin' with me, ay
I ain't friendly (Nah)
But I'll fuck with you if you fuck with me, ay (Do-do-do)
She tried to kiss me (Skoo-do-skoo)
She a serial killer, she tried to get me, ay
My chain too heavy (Nah)
Let me rest my neck, now I'm ready, ay (Hey ma)
Bitches petty
Gucci by the jacket like Spinelli, ay
She think I'm edgy
Shoot three at you, Ed, Edd, and Eddy, ay
You really smoke reggie
Bought a watch and could've bought a Bentley
Don't come near me
With all that fu' shit, could you spare me?
LTE boomin' in the mountains
Bitch I'm with Verizon, can you hear me?
Windows tinted, I should see it clearly, ay
No I wouldn't like for you to fear me, ay
I don't need you to fear me, just to feel me
No you won't see me but you'll hear me, ay
Birds still chirpin', foe'nem still servin'
Police still lurkin', shawty want a Birkin
I still murk it, you probably still a virgin
The life I live make you nervous
Sprinkler still goin', clock still tickin'
Give a nigga a two piece, spicy with a biscuit
I just count one two, three four endless
Bitches blowin' kisses, how can I fix this?
BM told me drop dead
S-600 over the drop head
Hit your bitch up, yeah I did it, I did
Yeah I'm bipolar, I ain't takin' my meds
Probation officer tryna check in my bed
Blood on the money, then the check is all red
Tell IG to make my verification all red
Folks come out the cut, he feel like takin' off heads
Smoke too much dope, won't forget what I did
BM changed her number, I can't FaceTime my kid
Did I hear correctly? Let me clean out my ears
She wanna give me top, while I'm behind the wheel
Late night, Jerry Seinfeld, ay
So I picked her up, her first words were, "How you feel?"
Baby I feel like a couple million
Baby look like Barbie how she throw it off a sip, ay
Had to get the city off the shelf (Goddamn)
Nah this ain't no cigar nigga, but you gon' hold this L
Get to sprayin' S-H-E-L-Ls, ay
Clean him up, we don't leave a trail
Hah, the old hood is the Pale
You know I got that intel like a Dell, ay
Chopper sing, Adele
We go home and splash him like a whale
Pull up, pull off
Faster than a Coke go flat, yeah (Drip)
I just get some on me, no gat, ay
Niggas hoes, we all know that, ay
We took your pack and sold your pack
Waitin' on valet to bring the four door back, ay, yeah
The old me would've stole your whip, ay
I'm gettin' cheese now, I won't go back, ay (Goddamn)
Baseball Bat lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tray Savage)
[Chief Keef:]
Had to get the feeling right back, yeah
She want to give up neck, ay
Do it dumb in the air like that, ay, ay
That girl spilled my cup, I got mad, yeah
In the air like a baseball bat (Yeah yeah)
Bitch my pockets been on fat (Yeah)
You ain't never been in no 'Lac (Yeah)
Baby I been getting guap
Right when I'm sippin' that Act
In the alley with two or three packs
Riding 'round, three or four straps
Baby come and fuck me perhaps
If you can't take it, start running laps
We shooting baseball caps
Ran off on the plug, ain't bring his eight-ball back
So damn high, I think I see God
Up with the squad, swing by the bars
The hearing is ours, I am the one
I feel like Chris Bosh, ducking the SWAT
Girl bye, I'm in the car
Call you Kanye, you wouldn't get far
Straight from the collage, connected, hotspot
Middle fingers to cops, and to my opps, oh
Off Xanny, I'm the man
And you look so fan
Seven in the 'Wood, couldn't afford a gram
Where were you? Play with me and my fam
Bitch I'm with the pup, ay
Tryna call my bluff
I'm the motherfucking GOAT, ay
Tell a nigga let go of my nuts, yeah
Foe'nem locked up
So I got to live it up
Baby doll want to fuck, yeah
But I cannot get it up, up
I'ma be in this 'til I'm 70
So high, look half-Japanese
Smoking up, loadin' up magazines
She like how it's real, I can't believe
Son say he want to come stay with me
He already know it's okay with me
Said she love me, told her don't play with me
Bitch I been learned my ABCs
What you want?
Oh you want to smoke some dope?
LA, come and ride my boat
FN inside my coat
Don't try to play no games
Get the fuck out my face
Bitch I'm in the game, EA
Know his mama love me baby
Hop out the car, bling blaow
I'm already cute, bitch how?
Oh you see me VV'd down
Throw the curve but wanna see me now
Two thirties aimed at the crowd
Watch your mouth
Ring your bell like a cow
[Tray Savage:]
Deep in the trenches, I ain't even think I was gonna make it this far
Track on seven of seven, no lights but I'm racin' this car
Shots fired, we gotta chase him down before he run too far
Ay, lost Moms and I turned around and I lost my pops
Grab the MAC, gotta make this bitch go glah-ta-ta
If you down then gotta motivate you, go hard
All this money comin' in today
Ain't shit have to worry 'bout tomorrow
If you out in the streets with your team
Don't be dumb, just be a little smart
Still gotta watch my back
Know I be in Chiraq
Your dad be feedin' my jack
Young nigga, it's like that
Me and Tealy, SD
FN with the thirty
Junkie might come serve me
Big boss like Fredo
Up a chopper, go Tadoe
Spillin' sauce like queso
But we combat, fatal
Bitch get out my face though
She like damn it's an eight in the cup though
And this beat too tough though
Click clack, do you need a drumroll?
[Chief Keef:]
Had to get the feeling right back, yeah
She want to give up neck, ay
Do it dumb in the air like that, ay, ay
That girl spilled my cup, I got mad, yeah
In the air like a baseball bat (Yeah yeah)
Bitch my pockets been on fat (Yeah)
You ain't never been in no 'Lac (Yeah)
Baby I been getting guap
Right when I'm sippin' that Act
In the alley with two or three packs
Riding 'round, three or four straps
Baby come and fuck me perhaps
If you can't take it, start running laps
We shooting baseball caps
Ran off on the plug, ain't bring his eight-ball back
Yeah ooh, too swagger for two shoes
Empty the corner flu, bossed up like I flew
In your Trues, bitch I'm with my crews
Every draco got a woo, play a bitch like it's a coup
Watchin' out for the feds, crackin' out shit like cans
Ain't tryna help me with a scam, nigga I ain't know your mans, hey
Oh you do it for the 'Gram? Catch your ass all in that cam, ay
Shawty say she wanna come slide, it's 11 AM
Keep It Lit lyrics - Chief Keef
Ay, sheah, ay, sheah
Ay, sheah, ay, sheah
Ay, sheah, ay, sheah
Ay, sheah, ay, sheah
Ay, sheah, ay, sheah
Ay, sheah, ay, sheah
Ay, sheah, ay, sheah
Ay, sheah, ay, sheah
Ay, sheah
Two watches, day and date
We untested, Asian fade
Ay ay, ay ay
All white diamonds, mayonnaise
Got two letters, A and K
All these shots, we spray and spray
I poured up two eights today
Don't be lookin' in my cup
This is not no lemonade
I just bought two Ks today
And I'm thirsty, spray her face
Fifty rounds, get carried away
Tell the cops no see me
(Ay, sheah, ay, sheah)
Baby this is not First 48
Said her heart on water
I sit there and watch it float away
Only time on my knees, is when I'm
Prayin' to the Lord that my fuckin' problems go away
And I'm, sittin' in the spot gettin' all the dank
I rock Gucci flops, I buy 'em two a pop
I be like fuck the cops and fuck the opps
Double cup, stay hangin' out
Bottom of the Glock, thirty shot, ay
It's like chicken strips, it make bitches strip
Diamonds in my ear, I can't hear
Auto-start the whip, we out of here
Spin the wheel, stop it there
Stone fire in my cup
All this gas, we fill right up
Soon as I text she pull right up
Talkin' that rah, run
Bullets know 'bout what she do, she shook right up
The Sprite became black
Up it, stay back
Smack it with a stack
I just came back, B on my hat
I'm a smooth cat, stayin' away from rats
Used to sell you rock, now able to get me a coat
Fiji diamonds Voss, chopper knockin' down a vault
God said that I'm the GOAT, folks knock you down on the floor
If you ain't know, now you know
Put the dope in rotation
And save the conversation
I always want a spaceship
'Til I got a spaceship
Folk give you the facelift, if you want
Car blacked out, no Mason
Nigga stop the hatin', don't keep goin'
Turn you to a doctor's patient
Mouth, I got hated
Fo'nem locked in cages
I ain't seen them in ages
Clip damn near an eight inch
Ay, lil' nigga play if you want
I ain't gotta say shit
Really hope he tweakin', I don't know
I know I ain't gotta pay shit
I ain't talk, more face
Girl didn't say she hate it
Walked out the mall and skated
Nigga fuck you, pay me
What the fuck you know?
You don't know shit about me
Ten thousand dollar couches
Pints, fuck the ounces
Niggas ain't about shit
I done seen some wild shit
Some throw in the towel shit
I'm on some milk the cow shit
Hoes be on some foul shit
I can't pick which outfit
Bitch from the A, a falcon
She know I'm real, a thousand
I like it when she bounce it
She know I got different sauces
I'm friends with different bosses
This shit don't make no sense
Fendi robe, I'm feelin' cozy
I took her picture and she posted it
Get a story and roll with it
Let's see how far you go with it
Took my heart and opened it
That left my shit cold as shit
Don't tell the cops I sold you this
I cheated on her, hope she over it
You don't know how deep it get
But still call me a piece of shit
But I can pay him to eat shit
You know I gotta keep it lit
Gated lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Soulja Boy)
[Chief Keef (Soulja Boy):]
Yeah Sosa
Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja
Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja, Bah
Yeah, Sosa, Soulja
Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja
Sosa and Soulja (Turbo, Draco)
Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja
[Chief Keef:]
Court in Miami, they petty case me
FN with me, like my lady
He playin' crazy, niggas been flodgin' lately
Rock-a-bye Baby, my spot gated
Been had the Beamers, got a Mercedes
Rockin' the latest, bitch I'm the greatest
Bitch I upgraded, ay, she Ace of Spade it, yeah
Never debate it, ay, we get to sprayin'
It's 11 AM, a nigga still up
Runnin' it up, ain't been to sleep once
I get it done, let's have some fun
Shootout your dread, now it's a bun
Boy when we come, you better run
What is to you, I am the one
Light up a spark, 'bout to walk in the park
RIP Dart, rip you apart
She don't like when it fart, I told her I do
Smokin' the goo, top of the coupe
Won't stop at you, actin' a fool
I see you fu', catch you with two
I got me a cup, but I don't sip deuce
Step down on the kush, I might get a Dually
I'm up with tooly, these niggas fruity
Dick in the booty, my pants is Ksubi
Boy's watch is foolish, bitch work at Hooters
They said I couldn't do it, tell 'em I do this
They boy alley-oop me, I shine like a ruby
More clips than a movie, I need a movie
I'm in the club makin' a movie
Thanks to my jeweler, ice like it's stupid
Try not to love me, she dodgin' a bullet
My ice have you woozy, like you off hookah
I didn't pay my shooter, I try not to snooze
When I say 'choo, fifty times two
Took her some' new, I'm wearin' some' new
She skatin' the coupe, okay new new
Come play the flute, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm in the mood, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
How can I lose? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Eat ramen noodles, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Count me some loot, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hop in the booth, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your shit stupid, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Might hallelujah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gettin' the pad, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gettin' the bag, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I love to swag, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't mean to brag, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pants is tight, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Still tote FN, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't your friend, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
You ain't my mans, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pants cost a grand, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Paid her with a gram, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
'Bout to buy me some land, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
As soon as I land, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Think he breakin' in, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get hit with the fan, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't talkin' FN, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Eagle ball at your mans, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The hawk finna land, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fall off of the Benz, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't shakin' no hands, no no no no no no
I'm really the man, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I should hit France, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Just to get pants, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Louis my lens, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We get them hands, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was 15 years old, with a four-four, yeah, kick in the door
I put that on folks, oh, here we go, yeah, I'm trained to blow
I'm finna go, pop zip and reload, gang, we at O
Pimpin' the bowl, yeah, J at the door, bring the K to the door
13 years old, hand-me-down clothes, couldn't fold under Bo
7 years old, runnin' through the O, pickin' my nose
Jumped in front of, knife for my mama, she was fightin' some ho
Yeah I got cut, fuck nigga, what? Right in the throat
Mama did fraud, she came back home, with twenty rich bags
Cuttin' the grass, snakes and some ass, life it was fast
Wake up and stretch, missed call from my ex, she talkin' 'bout sex
I gotta check, check on the check, where is it at? Ay
[Soulja Boy:]
I'm with the gang, we shoot F&Ns
I catch you lackin', one in his chin
Hollow tips, he won't walk again
Leave him handicapped, he gon' crawl again
Try to take somethin', you gon' take a hollow
Got a bad bitch and you know she swallow
Got a Huracán and a Murciélago
Hop up in the Demon, finna start auto
Half a million dollars, in Wells Fargo
Nigga know I'm poppin', like a bottle
Stacks On Deck Gang, Glory Gang
Money Gang, that's my gang
Yeah, trap one, trap two, uh
Trap three, nigga one more time
One AK, one of a kind
1-800 hot shit, nigga bullets flyin'
Yeah, we trap shit, nigga hit my line
Catch me in that foreign and a nigga flyin'
Diamonds on my chain make a nigga blind
Grab your bitch, hit her from behind
Ay, I said Sosa and Soulja (Turbo)
Put the red bricks in a Rover, ay
Said I pull up and stunt
Pull up and dump, bricks in the truck
Call up Pablo Escobar, ay
Me and Sosa ridin' in a foreign car, ay
Drive the Lamborghini like a stolen car, ay
Rollin' up gas out the cookie jar
Flexin' late, whip Mercedes, like a baby
Trap go crazy, she want to be my lady
Fuck you, pay me, nigga fuck you, pay me
Ay, I whip it up like babies
Trap go crazy, he been flexin' lately
They ain't gated, mansion gated
Yeah, fuck you, pay me, nigga fuck you, pay me (Yeah)
Free Smoke lyrics - Chief Keef
Free smoke, baby, free smoke, baby
Free smoke, baby, free smoke (Yeah)
Free smoke, baby, free smoke, baby
Free smoke, baby, free smoke (We givin' out)
Free smoke, baby (We got), free smoke (We got)
Free smoke, baby, we got free smoke (Yeah)
Free smoke, yeah (We got), free smoke, ay
We got free smoke, ay, we got free smoke
Say what? (Yeah)
I can be a doctor, still can't feel y'all
Boot up in your ass, that's a field goal
Get your ass smoked, boy you real close (Yeah)
Never sell china to a Chinaman
Girl if I ain't shit, why you like me then?
Doin' all that woofin', nigga fight me then (Let's get it)
Say you out here, why you hiding then? (pussy)
Free smoke, baby, free smoke, baby
Free smoke, baby, free smoke (Yeah)
Free smoke, baby, free smoke, baby
Free smoke, baby, free smoke (We givin' out)
Free smoke, baby (We got), free smoke (We got)
Free smoke, baby, we got free smoke (Yeah)
Free smoke, yeah (We got), free smoke, ay
We got free smoke, ay, we got free smoke
Hand on the Bible
Swear I hit a nigga with that rifle
I could make the shot with my eyes closed
Gotta let rivals be rivals
Niggas be actin' real psycho
He tryna lose weight, get him lipo
He said I'm a bitch, yeah I know
Up this big bitch, click clack, hi bro
She wan' give me top, should I let her?
Nigga that's a fuckin' double yes sir
Skrt skrt, pulled up, bless her
She say all these diamonds look like treasure
Free smoke, baby, free smoke, baby
Free smoke, baby, free smoke (Yeah)
Free smoke, baby, free smoke, baby
Free smoke, baby, free smoke (We givin' out)
Free smoke, baby (We got), free smoke (We got)
Free smoke, baby, we got free smoke (Yeah)
Free smoke, yeah (We got), free smoke, ay
We got free smoke, ay, we got free smoke
The spot lookin' tropical
It's noon, I got a doctor, fuck the obstacle
Bitches take my phone, ain't tryna be fallin' through
You gon' be able to tell if I don't fuck with you
People ain't listen, then my folks asked me what I would do
I thought I was coppin' one, but I was coppin' two
Oh you 'bout your green? Turn you to Barney suit
Oh you rockin' ice? Yeah we rockin' it too
Free smoke, baby, free smoke, baby
Free smoke, baby, free smoke (Yeah)
Free smoke, baby, free smoke, baby
Free smoke, baby, free smoke (We got)
Free smoke, baby (We got), free smoke (We got)
Free smoke, baby, we got free smoke (Yeah)
Free smoke, yeah (We got), free smoke, ay
We got free smoke, ay, we got free smoke (Yeah)
Booty Call lyrics - Chief Keef
Yeah, ahem
Safe to say, ain't no catchin' up today
If you ain't real, get the fuck away (Fuck 'way)
How you a G and you scared to bust a K? (Bust K)
Hit you with the butt of the Glock and it bust your face (Bust your face)
Told mama I wasn't gon' cuss today (cuss today)
You niggas got me fucked up so it's fuck the day (Fuck the day)
You actin' like you got it, lookin' rough today (Rough today)
I got on a Datejust but don't know what's the date (What's the date?)
And I got that Oyster with the blue face (Blue face)
And I'm getting sick from counting these blue faces (Blue face)
Plus I'm sending shots like it's 2K (2K)
Screaming fuck these niggas 'cause they two-faced (Two-faced)
Let off my FN, it sound like two cats (Two cats)
Let them bitches fly just like a bouquet (Bouquet)
And he get a temper, she like Rousey (Rousey)
I know that I ain't Jesus, call me Jose (Jose)
Hit you with this rocky, click-clack, brozay (Brozay)
All these magazines, no need for role-play (Role-play)
She told me she was straight, then she went both ways (Both ways)
I told her hold the pipe and she said okay (okay)
She told me that she loved me, I said no way (No way)
She tried to kiss me, had to push her face away (Face 'way)
Up the pipe and go for the fade away (Fade away)
Hit you three times, I'm the Jake today (J-day)
Mama used to say that I can't play today (Play today)
Now I gotta see what show I play today (Play today)
Make it rain up in the club, watch it get raked away (Raked away)
Baby told me I got some ungrateful ways (Ungrateful ways)
I pop up in the middle of the hot block
Make the Glock pop, sound like pop rocks on your block
Ten shots from the forty-five at 12 o'clock
I know the cops tired of me because I bail a lot
SWAT mad they couldn't get me and I smelled like pot
One hundred dollar blunts, bitch I smell like guap, ay
Stepped in a grow house, now I smell like crop
Looked in the mirror, damn near seen my pops
Shawty beatin' up my phone for me to beat her box
She can fuck all your bros, you gon' eat her box
Shawty said she crush a lot and she creep a lot
Shawty your Uber outside, you tryna sleep with a lot
I just ordered fifty wings, she say I eat a lot
These niggas ain't street much, but I'm street a lot
Full of smoke up in my chest like Albuterol
Slide on him late night like a booty call
If you ain't from the spot, click-clack, who is y'all?
Let you drive away, spin back, I'm doing y'all
Y'all can split this clip just in case it's two of y'all
Turn my yard to a stage, now we booing y'all
Jones Indiana lyrics - Chief Keef
Yeah, she went to Vienna
First day alone, Indiana (Yeah)
Two guns, Jones Indiana, hey
Cook him broad day, Benihanas (Yeah)
On the bus, put me under, hey
I just want the boss to be honest (Yeah)
Told her, "Ay, who your friend? Put me on it," ay
My hoes in the crowd, what we on? Look
Call me Sosa Corleone
Runnin' up a sack what we on
Used to tell the plug, "Put me on"
OG would be like hurry home (Yeah)
We gon' fuck it up, then we gone
We don't care who's shit we on (Yeah)
Bitch know the sack super long
Bitch know the weed super strong (Yeah)
Niggas aware of what's goin' on, yeah
Fuck all that shit, movin' on (Yeah)
White ice shinin', lookin' chrome
I can outsmoke Tommy Chong (Yeah)
I can outsmoke Snoop Dogg, yeah
Police chase me with two dogs, yeah
Petty case out in Sioux Falls, yeah
You niggas drag queens, RuPaul, yeah
Shoot three, pimp two hoes, yeah
Trap phone, I missed two calls, yeah
Me and Slick talk through calls, yeah
Said niggas gotta feel, pause (Yeah)
Niggas better have steel jaws, yeah
You don't know how to peel on, yeah
Country motherfucker, Lil Paul, yeah
You a man, Sonic Hedgehog, yeah
Pants still sag real low, yeah
You ain't never been in real smoke, yeah
Left and right wrist kilos, yeah
Man these niggas funny, Elmo, yeah
Friends cross you like a railroad
I ain't talkin' arm, smokin' out the elbow, yeah
Diamonds keep slices of road, yeah
If you get money, go go, yeah
Chill out 'fore you uh, oh no
The booty numero uno, yeah
Clap clap clap, kudos, yeah
Kind of pole is that, who knows? Yeah
In a flat with two stoves, yeah
My chef ain't runnin' two stoves, yeah
Big number jumpin' through loopholes
I call Coozie and them hoes, yeah
Get a new bitch just how I get new clothes, yeah
Two watches, Pumbaa and Timon, yeah
It's gettin' all on 'em, ice cream cone, yeah
Pull on my Nike, my VLONE
Lost the top on this Oyster
Slidin' slippery like some moisture
These double Vs doin' torture
Try to take my shit, I torch you
Damn the neck got hoarser
She just popped my shit like Wilson
I just laid out like a poster
Gettin' blew with the explosive
You niggas salty just like Lawry's
If diamonds is people, this is a party
It don't get broke up by the tsunami
It ain't nothin' like new money
I been been been smokin' loud
'Fore they started makin' blue money, yeah
Kay Kay want a white bunny, yeah
Black man gettin' white money
Your ho fuck around like money
Can't fit these blue hundreds, white hundreds
Them twenties don't feel the same color
My son told me that I can't color
I don't know fam, we ain't brothers
'Member Bam Bam gettin' commas, ay
It's so fuckin' fake, you can't cuddle
If you in our way in the club, ay
Y'all know you can't come, nah
Told them to make another charm
Don't know what it is 'til he done, yeah
Borderline, fuck it, A1
A fuck nigga, say you ain't one, yeah
Black Proud lyrics - Chief Keef
DY Krazy
Yeah
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) yeah
Uh huh
Yeah
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) yeah
Uh huh
Hold up, lemme roll up
Roll up, hold up, roll up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, lemme roll up, hold up, hold up
Lemme roll up, hold up, lemme roll up
Big ol' blower (Ha) and your daughter (ay)
First, you go high (Yeah) then she go lower (ay)
Should I go lower (ay)
Can you go slower (ay)
I'ma be sore (ay), big enforce
Keep that score (Yeah)
Leave when it late
Nigga get watched, I'm sure (Yeah)
Damn, I can't find the key to my car (Yeah)
She say I ignore her (ay) in that order (Yeah)
But she still gone lemme get that spoiler (ay)
She gone cross that border (ay) with 10 Ps on her (ay)
I want that, boy
I taught that, boy (Yeah)
I want a Dej Loaf
I bought that, boy (Yeah)
Yeah it ain't cool to act like you 'bout that, boy (Yeah)
Killa with a throwaway
Had to toss that, boy (Yeah)
I was born bad, boy
You broke, bad boy (Yeah)
Start letting off shots when I saw that boy (Yeah)
She was in my bathroom taking makeup off her face (Yeah)
Roll a big blunt of loud, how I start out the day (Yeah)
I was broke back then, now I'm ballin' today (Yeah)
I'ma get the cake and throw it all in their face (Yeah)
I love getting brain but we call it the face (Yeah)
If you heard some hissing, would you call it a snake (Yeah)
Niggas in their fake ways
Be the talk of the day (Yeah)
I'm just coolin', lil bitch
I'm off for the day (Yeah)
Court in the backyard
Bought a Spalding, today (Yeah)
Just picked up 100, did it all in a day (Yeah)
If I'm watching T.V., don't be all in my way (ay)
Handed her some Listerine, bitch, you gone gargling today (ay)
Pull up to the 'rari and sparkin' away (Yeah)
Make the scene very scary
Press auto away (Yeah)
Nigga, I don't fake pints
I throw the bottles away (Yeah)
Get my line today, told her to call me today (Yeah)
It was made today
For they're happy today
For some fluke ass shit
Cops grabbed me today (Yeah)
But I'm so fuckin' fly, I be flapping away (Yeah)
Got strength like hawk
Might have to slap them away (Yeah)
One house in L.A, I can have 5 in the A (Yeah)
Do a drive-by
We driving away (Yeah)
Last night I had a dream that the sky went away (Yeah)
Create line on 'em then
They're reliable today (Yeah)
Finna grab me some Trues and go grab me a bae (Yeah)
And you know it's B.K. 'cause I'm having my way (Yeah)
Bad bitch, B.K.
And she got her ass done (Yeah)
And she keep her hair done
Definition, flat iron (Yeah)
And her hair not damaged
She don't know about perms (Uh)
Keep her house real clean
She don't know about germs (ay)
And the shit wasn't handed
Had to earn my turn
And I get my shirts clean
I don't iron what I earn (Yeah)
When niggas take shots it's like they're aiming up
Baby know a gangster need a hug (ay, yeah)
Walked up in the club and through a dub (Uh, yeah)
Niggas went and bought ice and have it on tucked
Niggas get to pointing fingers get in front of the judge (Uh, yeah)
The system ain't gone show a nigga no love (Yeah)
That's why I walk in court, all iced up
You got ice too
Welcome to the ice club (ay, ay)
Bullets get to flying like ice pucks (ay)
In 6th grade, I got hella write-ups
Keeping it real hefty
Would you tell me if you smell me
I know I got a problem can you help me
Help me (ay), can you tell me
If I had to go away, would you wait on me
Do they hate on me, yeah
Do I give a fuck, not really
Seats raspberry
I don't trust myself, I only trust my fucking family
And my casualties
Sitting at the spot
All this gelato, got a cavity
Gotta celery salary
Finna bury my sins under the motherfucking apple tree
Ain't finna make something wrong with me
I ain't hitting the blunt that you motherfucker pass to me
For those who judge me off my skin
I'm young, rich, and black and I'm motherfucking proud to be
Uh huh
Yeah
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) yeah
Uh huh
Yeah
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) yeah
Uh huh
Yeah
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) yeah
Uh huh
Yeah
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) yeah
Action Figures lyrics - Chief Keef
JT you a fool for this one, nigga
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
One thing 'bout bro (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
He ain't no ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hit you in your nose (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas got no hope (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Run me my dough (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' slowpoke (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Call up little folks (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Give you a little mo' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
One foot in the door (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Other one in yo' ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm in the 600 S-Class (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Remember I failed my class (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Had to piss, couldn't get a hall pass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tell a bitch to fill up my bags (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tell my assistant, pull up my tags (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Diamond shopping, paid all cash (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pull up like the dash (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They still judge me off of my past (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
The cops come, I still haul ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Grrat, it's all bad (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
My grandma say kiss her ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ridin' 'round gettin' off the gas (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Be cool 'fore we hawk your ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas steady talkin' bad (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch smoking on dolphin ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She want me to pounce that ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Baby got a donkey ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pushin' up on that ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You stinky, funky ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Weed smell like bounce that ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She pull up, bounce that ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I receive amounts of cash (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ride around like I'm the Mayor (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Say I got longer hair (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
'Bout to get on a Lear (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got stacks on stacks like layers (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shrug, as if I care (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Little nigga you ain't shit, I got bit by a bear (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ching-ching when I look in the mirror (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
The bear wanna have a down-stare (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
The bear wanna have a stare-down (Yeah)
Come upstairs, we gon' knock you down (Yeah)
Hey Jericho, we ain't fuckin' 'round (Yeah)
Stop tryna act like you down (Yeah)
Soft-ass nigga
I'm a boss-ass nigga
Shh, no talk ass nigga (Yeah)
I'm a off ass nigga (Yeah)
Okay, nigga (Yeah)
We loaded, nigga (Yeah)
Ain't gon' figure
Turned to an action figure
We ain't gotta blast, nigga
Hit you in your biceps, nigga, ay
I don't like that nigga, ay
I'll fight back, nigga, ay
Some snipe ass nigga, ay
Do you like cash, nigga? Ay
Better chill out, nigga
Zip, body bag, nigga, ay
Take a karate class, nigga, ay
Trap out my regular house, nigga, ay
Some scary-ass nigga
Little dirty-ass nigga, ay
Skrrt, I'm swervin' past, nigga, ay
Little hurting-ass nigga, ay
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pharrell lyrics - Chief Keef
(JT, you a fool for this one, nigga)
Big bounce, on my cardio
Pumpin' gas, no narco
I be ridin' fast like Mario
Countin' up blue bands
Block hot, need some fuckin' fan
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah, trap, go get a bag, ay
Yeah, foe'nem outside wavin' racks
Yeah, pull up on time, they droppin' flags
Yeah, if we one down, we bouncin' back
Yeah, she pull up to the trap to bounce it back
I pull up to the spot to count the cash
They come through the front, we out the back
This blunt I'm smokin' cost an ounce of crack
Yeah, I took three puffs, I damn near cried
Yeah, she asked me did I love her, I damn near lied
Yeah, it's somethin' 'bout some money, I damn near tried
Yeah, the stove on me, I damn near fire
Yeah, call the plug, jugg, then I fly
(JT, you a fool for this one, nigga)
Yeah, call my bitch up, she down to fire
Told her I call 'em 155
Up in this plane, bitch, I'm really high
Yeah, up to Ha Ha Davis, they's finna die
Yeah, shawty gave me brain, it's just DeVry
Yeah, yeah, wave the sticks around like we tryna kill a fly
Yeah, the school I attended was Real Nigga High
Yeah, you can let me down, I'm still gon' be high
(JT, you a fool for this one, nigga)
Yeah, put the spikes on the road, I'm still gon' get by
I would jump off a plane just to chill in the sky
Face-to-face with the clouds, lookin' at them in the eye
Yeah, boy you know your jewelry buy one, get one free
Yeah, I might look like one, but I'm no fuckin' dummy
ay, yeah, can't make your hood dance like the girl off Honey
Yeah, they goddamn spark it, he thought it was funny
One down, finesse junkie
Yeah, uh
Now I got diamonds in my ear
Who that nigga is? I got no idea
Shh... if I kill (Glatt), they gon' know how I feel
One minute around me, you gon' know I'm real
Yeah, I had to run up that sack
They know it's in my hat, yeah
Hopped out the back of the 'Bach
Uh, go get your gat
We'll take that and your stacks
She love when I pull her tracks
Like son, I pull in the bank
No Facebook, I got status, yeah
Fresh like I got a stylist, backyard like an island
Fill the car by the gallon, baby built like a stallion
5-7 sing like Bryson, wrist sprung, had to ice it
Fresh on the plane, landin' in Bali, ay, yeah
Smooth came with an alley, run it up, this been a rally
Call the rodeo, we skelly, chyeah, yeah
With the dope all in his skully
This Louis used to be a Pelle
This peanut butter uses jelly
Yeah, in a blue room like Belly
Man I got into it with my celly
All of this shit real deli
All the anti niggas need to end me
ay Remy, send 'em some panties
You a bitch, nasty, you shanty, yeah
Up the nina, nick nanny
Put a bullet up in your fanny
In a space suit like Sandy, yeah, glatt
Just take off like NASA
I'm a boss, feelin' like a pastor
I'm smokin' musk like I'm Elon, yeah
Light 'em up like neon
What the fuck these niggas be on?
This shit is me beyond
This shit is beyond me
Jumpin' like a bee on me
Cops used to be on me, yeah
Now I got 'em out my way
Now I'm seein' this money
'Member, used to make 500, yeah
Then I made a thousand
I'm seein' every dollar of my money
Everything you doin', I've done it, yeah
Used to go to school and do school
Big balls in that bitch's stomach
Opps used to be roughin'
We already knew they wasn't on nothin'
Gotta set it off, fuck runnin'
I used to walk around by myself
I'll hit you myself, lil' ass boy, I'm takin' my belt
Oh you wanna be a gangsta, need my help, ay, yeah
Wanna be built, need my step
That's my youngin, throw up my set
Put them jeans ball in my head, yeah
Make the drummer ra-tat-tat
And throw temper tantrums like a brat
Bitch, I'm super up like a stat, yeah
Swing the K at 'em like a bat
Bitch, we rollin' like a frat
Bitch, we slidin' like a snow sled
Granny say boy, go 'head
Just don't touch her forehead
Louis on my forehead
Goin' in for the finger roll
And-1, Jimmy Buckets
Bitch say she a Glo-head, yeah
She know I be on Rodeo
I catch the shit like Odell
Name rings like door bells, yeah
With my dawg, Taco Bells
Stood down like floor nails
I was in her DMs, for real
She like Pharrell, I'm like for real
You over there, baby, come here
The dope got me lookin' Chinese
With twins, I ain't talkin' Siamese
Number one like Kyrie
Face somethin' like an ID, yeah
They love, don't try me
Lil' nigga, come find me
My hand up, come find me, yeah
Send shells at your hiney
She got lips like Kylie
She sing on me like Miley, yeah
And I come and sing like Isley
Baby think she a hypebeast
And she say she like me
And she say she a Pisces
Juiced up like an ICEE
Here Ye lyrics - Chief Keef
I be thinkin' that I don't need a bitch
I'm considerin', the millies
Two girls, my overalls, I'm a hillbilly
Loyalty bring royalty, hear ye, hear ye
Yeah, we got drums, ba-dum-bum-bum, hear ye, hear ye
I'm at the loft with my son, hear ye, hear ye
Don't make me go and get my gun, hear ye, hear ye
Told my old lady I'ma give him a run, hear ye, hear ye
Remember runnin' through that alley
Bitch this cat ain't a scaredy
Then I ran to a a taxi
All that subbin', they ain't @'n me
We got hollows for the low nigga
These hoes birds, let 'em go, nigga (ay)
Wanna find me? I'm at steakhouse
And my Styrofoam darker than steak sauce
Three banana clip but we ain't space chimps
Hit a fuck nigga with that AK Camp
You know this doink smell like A-rab
I'm inhalin' that get-down-or-lay-down
I be thinkin' that I don't need a bitch
I'm considerin', the millies
Two girls, my overalls, I'm a hillbilly
Loyalty bring royalty, hear ye, hear ye
Yeah, we got drums, ba-dum-bum-bum, hear ye, hear ye
I'm at the loft with my son, hear ye, hear ye
Don't make me go and get my gun, hear ye, hear ye
Told my old lady I'ma give him a run, hear ye, hear ye
I swear Kay Kay only six (ay)
Already asked for a real whip
She show the muscle, that real strength (Bitch)
So I'm bad with a Glock but I ain't Bam Bam
Bitch, I get high and I get by
Hit it from the back, tell her switch sides
I don't say where, I just say bye
All these dead opps, my shit fried
I should go buy some gold spoons (ay)
And put 'em in the trap for my troops (ay)
Keep this shit a hundred, keep this shit a hooch (ay)
I take hundreds and fifties too (ay, ay)
I'm considerin', the millies
Two girls, my overalls, I'm a hillbilly
Loyalty bring royalty, hear ye, hear ye
Yeah, we got drums, ba-dum-bum-bum, hear ye, hear ye
I'm at the loft with my son, hear ye, hear ye
Don't make me go and get my gun, hear ye, hear ye
Told my old lady I'ma give him a run, hear ye, hear ye
Same lyrics - Chief Keef
Same
Just in case motherfuckers thought I changed - I didn't
I'm still the same young nigga
Ay, know how the fuck we bleed
Glory Boyz, Crashout gang (ay)
If you thought I changed, I didn't, uh
I'm still the same, little nigga, yeah
Run with the same little niggas, yeah
We don't got the same extendeds, no
We handle the same little business, yeah
We chasin' the same little chicken, yeah
Got three of the same cars, yeah
I'm reppin' the same block, yeah
I'm actin' the same, whoa
Don't say I changed, no
These 257s
Give you the same smoke
We not on the same shit
We don't tote the same sticks
Then break the same brick
The gang on the same shit, bang
My bitches thought my number was the same
New Gucci coat, dancin' in the rain
She say she want some, I want the same
She know I be passin' 50s out as change
I'm with same gang 'til the grave
This not the same, not from yesterday
Gotta hire best lawyer if I catch a case
Go to sleep high and go to court the same
If you thought I changed, I didn't, uh
I'm still the same, little nigga, yeah
Run with the same little niggas, yeah
We don't got the same extensions, no
We handle the same little business, yeah
We chasin' the same little chicken, yeah
Got three of the same cars, yeah
I'm reppin' the same block, yeah
I'm actin' the same, whoa
Don't say I changed, no
These 257s
Give you the same smoke
We ain't on the same shit
We don't tote the same sticks
Then break the same brick
The gang on the same shit, bang
My new bitch got a butt-shot (Huh)
She was the same 'til the butt dropped
Woofers in the trap, sound like gun shot
Automatic pump, eat these buckshots
Yeah, that's the same chopper. What now?
Ay, let me cool down. I got my gun hot
You little baby is a lullaby
Say that's my baby... I deny
If you thought I changed, I didn't, uh
I'm still the same, little nigga, yeah
Run with the same little niggas, yeah
We don't got the same extensions, no
We handle the same little business, yeah
We chasin' the same little chicken, yeah
Got three of the same cars, yeah
I'm reppin' the same block, yeah
I'm actin' the same, whoa
Don't say I changed, no
These 257s
Give you the same smoke
We ain't on the same shit
We don't tote the same sticks
Then break the same brick
The gang on the same shit, bang
Chiraq lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Jenn Em)
[Chief Keef:]
Can't even be in my own hometown
They said that I wouldn't make it out (I made it to Beverly)
My aunty miss her baby
My grandma, that's who raised me
My mommy is my queen, that's an understatement
That's probation, move vacation
Let's toast to more life and more paper
She don't love you, then replace her, like, "Peace, see you later"
[Jenn Em:]
Chiraq, Chiraq
Chiraq, Chiraq, I will come back
Don't lie, don't lie
Don't die, don't die, I will come back to you
[Chief Keef:]
They trying boobie-trap you, go around
Ten toes, I'ma stand my ground
If I lean baby hold it down
Used to steal my granny car to ride around (Ride around. Ride around)
Everybody be like, "When you coming home?"
Tryna get my life straight, I need a comb, ay
I've been busy out here on my own, ay
Tryna figure out a way to live on
[Jenn Em:]
We will let you go
Chiraq, Chiraq
Chiraq, Chiraq, I will come back
Don't lie, don't lie
Don't lie, don't die, I will come back to you
[Chief Keef:]
Light gettin' at me like an Oakland Raider
But I'm a player, lady persuader
You a alligator, I'm a tiger
Can't see the vision, hand on the bible
I'm a disciple, so I'm forever ridin', yeah
If you against me, you're my rival, yeah
It's people waitin' on my arrival
If you miss a jet, it's gon' fly right by you
My daughter told me, "Daddy, I admire you," ay
[Jenn Em:]
Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'
Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'
Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'
Love will come back
Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'
Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'
Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'
Love will come back
Love will come back
Love will come back
Love will come back to you
Chiraq, Chiraq (Chiraq, Chiraq)
Chiraq, Chiraq, I will come back
Don't lie, don't lie (Don't die, don't die)
Don't lie, don't die, I will come back to you
When you come home
God will love when you come to life
[Chief Keef:]
She don't love you, then replace her, like, "Peace. See you later."
Stay mad
Soldier lyrics - Chief Keef
ay, bang bang
I need a S-O-L-D-I-E-R
We was goin' hard like Mardi Gras
He thought he was hard, thought he was
I need a soldier
One to keep mouth closed if shit go down
I need a soldier
One to hop in my car, let's ride around
I need a soldier
Freak up in the sheets, outside smoke loud
I need a soldier
When we havin' sex, moan, yeah I'm so loud
I need a soldier
Baby girl, you're wild, girl, chill out (Need a soldier)
I need a soldier
Don't turn up, go sit your dumb ass down (I need a soldier)
I need a soldier
Come outside any day, at night doin' work (I need a soldier)
Can you be my soldier?
No matter what I do you can't go hurt (Will you be my soldier? Soldier)
S-O-L-D-I-E-R
I'm off the trees, bitch, I see stars
L-O-L, he thought he was hard
Tried to take my bitch but she plea her part
She don't like busters, she don't like suckers
She don't like niggas, leave 'em with their mothers
Police come, she ain't sayin' nothin'
I know that I can trust her, don't know if I can love her
O-P-P's come, I ain't sprayin' nothin'
She so quick to bust 'em, she so quick to touch 'em
C-O-P-S come, we won't stay for nothin'
We so quick to dust 'em, we so quick to dub 'em
I need a soldier
One to keep mouth closed if shit go down
I need a soldier
One to hop in my car, let's ride around
I need a soldier
Freak up in the sheets, outside smoke loud
I need a soldier
When we havin' sex, moan, yeah I'm so loud
I need a soldier
Baby girl, you're wild, girl, chill out (Need a soldier)
I need a soldier
Don't turn up, go sit your dumb ass down (I need a soldier)
I need a soldier
Come outside any day, at night doin' work (I need a soldier)
Can you be my soldier?
No matter what I do you can't go hurt (Will you be my soldier? Soldier)
I think I need me a Navy Seal
I need 'bout six mill' for a deal
Need a bitch with a good head and crazy skill
I know I'm brazy, I can show you what brazy is
So just fuck me but sex appeal up in them Hills
I know I'm from Chiraq but now I live in them Hills
You went through my phone, now you mad, little lady, chill
I be high as fuck I don't know who the lady is
Don't turn up, you don't need bill, you need gears
Smokin' on this damn loud, think that I need years
I need a soldier, credited for the kills in the field
I need a soldier, ready for the steel in the deal
I need a soldier
One to keep mouth closed if shit go down
I need a soldier
One to hop in my car, let's ride around
I need a soldier
Freak up in the sheets, outside smoke loud
I need a soldier
When we havin' sex, moan, yeah I'm so loud
I need a soldier
Baby girl, you're wild, girl, chill out (Need a soldier)
I need a soldier
Don't turn up, go sit your dumb ass down (I need a soldier)
I need a soldier
Come outside any day, at night doin' work (I need a soldier)
Can you be my soldier?
No matter what I do you can't go hurt (Will you be my soldier? Soldier)
Shorty (Remix) lyrics - Chief Keef
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
I get my shorties 40s
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
They ain't missin'
They come through scorin', scorin', scorin'
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties
I get my shorties 40s
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
When we pull up, hop out
Now we're blowin', blowin', blowin'
Gambino grab the strap
Flash grab my racks
Ball drive the car
Tadoe grab the thots
Tray Savage grab the Mac
Cap grab the bag
Throwback grab the front
This ain't what you want
They're my shorties
Yeah we love shooting guns
Caught Caper from the front
He came through with a pump
Call up Juice from Savage Squad
He came through with the pump
Caught Fredo out the cut
He came through with the mops
Very scary, goosebumps
I come through with the skunk
Blowin' on the skunks
Skunk reeking on my truck
And I don't give a fuck
I got money now no luck
I ain't never gave no fuck
Was always with the Buck-Buck
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
I get my shorties 40s
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
They ain't missin'
They come through scorin', scorin', scorin'
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties
I get my shorties 40s
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
When we pull up, hop out
Now we're blowin', blowin', blowin'
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
When we pull up, hop out
Now we're blowin', blowin', blowin'
Johny bitch, on my necklace
Come through with that cabbage
We no drama, young and reckless
My niggas always wilding
I swear they off protected
We don't know no detectives
We don't know who shoots the weapons
Don't care 'bout Lexa
All I care about is money
Don't give no fuck 'bout court
Don't give no fuck 'bout Ronnie
I'm so accounted with money
It's more money than tsunami
I'm somewhere eating pastrami
With my shorties we be munching and mobbing
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
I get my shorties 40s
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
They ain't missin'
They come through scorin', scorin', scorin'
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties
I get my shorties 40s
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
When we pull up, hop out
Now we're blowin', blowin', blowin'
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
Clutchin lyrics - Chief Keef
We don't fuck with police
Pockets on obese
Meet my little friend, Tony
We getting on a jet, OT
These doors got the suction
The drank help me function
You know how I'm bummin'
My shooter with me, clutching
Jump up in that NASA like I'm jumpin' in the pool
I'm lactose, all this cheese man, my stomach gon' be through
Told that bitch I don't need a wife and I'd be damned if it is you
She actin' like she don't want no kids, bitch wear it if you fit the shoe
I'm the coolest to your bitch, I was the baddest in the school
Ride that Dually like it's stick
I mean I'm riding that like a coupe
What you gon' do when that check hit?
You'll be balling like a fool
If I fucked your bitch once
She gon' be calling like a fool
We don't fuck with police
Pockets on obese
Meet my little friend, Tony
We getting on a jet, OT
These doors got the suction
The drank help me function
You know how I'm bummin'
My shooter with me, clutching
Who is these niggas, I don't know them
They say they wanna do it, I might coax them
Gotta stay on point, and that's on folks nem
He talking out his neck, we gotta choke him
She wanna gamble with me, I'ma poke her
All over the table, call it poker
All that talking, I am not a spoker
Come fuck with the gang let me show ya
We don't fuck with police
Pockets on obese
Meet my little friend, Tony
We getting on a jet, OT
The doors got the suction
The drank help me function
You know how I'm bummin'
My shooter with me, clutching
Barry Bonds lyrics - Chief Keef
I know that these streets don't love me
I know that these bitches don't love me
I know that these niggas don't love me
Where you were when we were on Front street
Phoney love, these niggas filled with phoney love
Gotta keep doing the shit that shorties love
I ain't got no time, hurry up
Another home run, I'm Barry Bonds
Bitch call me daddy
Bitches older than me call me Daddy
I'm movin' on up, George Jefferson
I ain't Lil Mouse but i got hella bands
Skinny jeans but I used to wear em baggy
You a Scooby Doo you a Shaggy
That shit you be talking irrelevant
Been knocking at the door, 'bout to let 'em in
She steady talking 'bout she celibate
Still gon' fuck me because my necklace bling
And I'm counting check after check
Phone keep going off and I'm lettin' it ring
Nigga you fake can't cover that up
Get your clique and huddle that up
Say she wanna ride told her back that up
Told me slow down, told her shut that up
Take a bitch dreams and wet that up
Bro got a play told him set that up
If you fall down nigga get back up
My ex just said she wanna catch back up
I know that these streets don't love me
I know that these bitches don't love me
I know that these niggas don't love me
Where you were when we were on front street
Phoney love, these niggas filled with phoney love
Gotta keep doing the shit that shorties love
I ain't got no time, hurry up
Another home run, I'm Barry Bonds
The dope got me light
I was hitting a bitch she was light
Always wanted to be like Mike
Now the kids wanna be like me
But you are not my speed
We fuckin' on the B, that's Sunny D
So Chief Keef finish on your feet
'Fore you leave bitch brush your teeth
Walked in the club using my fake
No Betty Crocker, got hella cake
I'm the burger king, having it my way
4-5 with the 38 in my bank
You can't get shit up on my tray
Long as my kids do what I say
You gotta be careful with what you say
Nigga they'll use it in the court the next day
I know that these streets don't love me
I know that these bitches don't love me
I know that these niggas don't love me
Where you were when we were on front street
Phoney love, these niggas filled with phoney love
Gotta keep doing the shit that shorties love
I ain't got no time, hurry up
Another home run, I'm Barry Bonds
Selfish lyrics - Chief Keef
Loud and clear
Counting kills
I might rip
Ice on yeah
We roll deep
In the street
Fucking street
Fucking me
Can you hear me yeah, loud and clear
You see me counting money Foe 'nem counting kills
Don't make me mad, I might rip
Off your fucking face with all this ice on yeah
How we roll? We roll deep
You ain't no fucking ghost, we catch you in the street
Hell nah, he ain't fucking street
I look in the mirror, I see fucking me
I come from the slums (yeah)
Dirt on my thumb (yeah)
Sneak diss the don (yeah)
Get hit with thunder
You ain't even on (yeah)
This dope be stronger than
All of you fuck niggas
And my chopper (yeah)
This bankroll broke the rubber band
All that fucking talking, y'all ain't saying shit
Bitch a fucking don is what I am
This bitch steady telling me that I ain't shit
Do a drive-by in a Ram
You want beef, we make you a sandwich
You know that we with it, nigga yeah
Grab the blick, get at y'all myself 'cause I'm selfish
All this ice on I ain't melting
You might see me in a fucking coupe
What's up in my cup it's juice
And it ain't no fucking deuce
All I know is fucking poo'
We don't know who the fuck to shoot
I just spilled hi tech
All over my running shoes
All I see is green think it's a sign
Tell me the fucking price and I'm buying
Make me let 'em loose they come through firing
And they go and get you every time
I'm 'a stack up that cash
I'm 'a say fuck them strags [?]
On the way to fuck with my jeweler
I ain't had enough of that yet
I'mma say fuck it they mad
Bitches better stay where they're at
Make them suffocate where they're at
'Til they want to play where they're at
This bankroll broke the rubber band
All that fucking talking, y'all ain't saying shit
Bitch a fucking don is what I am
This bitch steady telling me that I ain't shit
Do a drive-by in a Ram
You want beef, we make you a sandwich
You know that we with it, nigga yeah
Grab the blick, get at y'all myself 'cause I'm selfish
Beans & Magazines lyrics - Chief Keef
Go, go, go, go, go, bang (Sos' baby)
Throw you some shells
I got that arm, ay
Unleash the beast
And that be my charm, ay
Hop in my American whip
Hop out the foreign
'Fore you call the police
I'm already gone, ay ay
Pop out the Miss, ay, hop out a bitch
Was broke, but damn man I'm rich, ay, tryna catch me a fish, ay
Lookin' like I hit a lick, so much horse and kick
This bitch like a Ferrari, ay, boy, we ain't fakin' no funk
I was like 8 with a gun, pour ace up but I'm the one
When I take KayKay to the lunch, I tell her to get what she want, ay
We stakin' out on a beef, we comin' out like a leak, we comin' outta the tree
I'm comin' outta the V, turn up the passenger seat, ay
Hand me a light, let's get ready to ride, all this ice I'ma catch frost bite
If you sneak diss, you can catch me outside, if you sneak diss, then you know it's on sight, ay
Girl, we ain't a couple you can't hold my hand and these dirty ass niggas can't hold my bands, ay
Too many blunts, my eyes bloodshot red, steady hearin' voices in my head
Throw you some shells
I got that arm, ay
Unleash the beast
And that be my charm, ay
Hop in my American whip
Hop out the foreign
'Fore you call the police
I'm already gone, ay ay
Young nigga, from the bottom
Oh, got me, like I got me
Wrist rocky, pockets stocky
And we got beans and magazines
Send me in the wilderness
And I'm coming out with Scars
Water well it might be a shark
Baby what caught your eye it might be my ring
And you know this the 50 feet, step in this ring
I'm flexing like I'm stone cold Steve Austin
She wanna ride me like yeehaw
I'm 'bout my bread, pita
Wanna relax with the seat back
Tint so dark you can't see past
Just had a talk with my ego
Got more more shelves than The Home Depot
Throw you some shells
I got that arm, ay
Unleash the beast
And that be my charm, ay
Hop in my American whip
Hop out the foreign
'Fore you call the police
I'm already gone, ay ay
Young nigga, from the bottom
Oh, got me, like I got me
Wrist rocky, pockets stocky
And we got beans and magazines
Viral lyrics - Chief Keef
Make you viral, make you viral
Make you viral, make you viral
Make you viral, make you viral
Hello world, how you?
If you got a price we could buy you, ay
If I was your boss, I'll fire you, ay
You say you wanna travel, I'll fly you, ay
Don't make me and my dogs come and find you, ay
You can call me rich but I ain't Lionel, ay
I told her when the cops come give a signal, ay
CaWop in the cut, he make you viral, bang bang
These hoes be tryna kick it, no Taekwondo, ay
Yellow bitch with me look albino, ay
Nigga go long, we throwin' spirals, uh
Chief Sosa a psychic slash psycho, uh
What's on my mental reveal, no tomorrow, uh
I think I see a light at end of tunnel, uh
I swear these hoes be suckin' me like it's normal, ay
Got flavored lube for your little bitch and it taste like caramel, ay
I'm the king of the jungle, ay
No WWE, but let's get ready to rumble, ay
Fuck a little bitch so good she wanna cuddle, ay
She thought I was that tired, I had to bust a little bitch bubble, ay
But you dancin' to your Uber little bitch like Usher, uh
And if it's "Fuck me" then ya know it's "Fuck ya", uh
Hop on a plane for a bitch, can't blink, I'ma rush ya, uh
The watches I wear ain't never on FakeWatchBusta, uh (Make you viral)
Hello world, how you?
If you got a price we could buy you, ay
If I was your boss, I'll fire you, ay
You say you wanna travel, I'll fly you, ay
Don't make me and my dogs come and find you, ay
You can call me rich but I ain't Lionel, ay
I told her when the cops come give a signal, ay
CaWop in the cut, he make you viral (Make you viral)
Can you hear me? Bitch, we ridin' 'round Philly, totin' them Frisbees, ay
Just bumped into a bad bitch and her name Mackenzie, ay
In a SRT with my watch, it cost a Bentley, ay
The law hate hate the intouchables, yeah
And my pockets ten times look duckable, hmm, yeah
Came in so fuckin' fast like a thunderbolt, hmm, yeah
ay little weak nigga pass me the tuckable, hmm, yeah
And you know you gotta spend them racks and get it back, hmm, yeah
And I hate Chief Sosa, I'ma kill his ass, uh, well
Three point shot with the Glock, Tadoe with the pass, uh, yeah
I feel like Rocko got a Gift Of Gab, uh, yeah
Never handle a little bitch off Instagram like ugh-ugh
I was doin' too much, I had to take a breath like huh-huh
Put a silencer on the rifle, buh-buh
On her toes, if you feel froggy then jump-jump
Hittin' service, you can call me Forrest Gump
First couple mill, I went and bought forty guns, and that's facts
I ain't talkin' drank when I say "I'm givin' bitches the Act", ay
I'm pro'ly somewhere laced in the back of the back, ay
I ain't have no hobby in school, no ball no track, ay
Bitch wanna talk a little bit but I'm callin' her back, ay
Hang up on her then text my phone dead (Make you viral)
Hello world, how you?
If you got a price we could buy you, ay
If I was your boss, I'll fire you, ay
You say you wanna travel, I'll fly you, ay
Don't make me and my dogs come and find you, ay
You can call me rich but I ain't Lionel, ay
I told her when the cops come give a signal, ay
CaWop in the cut, he make you viral (Make you viral)
Hellcat lyrics - Chief Keef
Hellcat, hellcat
Hellcat, hellcat
Hellcat, hellcat
Hellcat, hellcat
Riding in fully loaded Hellcat
You hear me down the block when the Hellcat screech
When I drive she give me that Hellcat-neck
You know we ain't leaving without the Hellcat bag
The hoes be on my (Hellcat)
It's a Benz It's a Bimmer It's a (Hellcat)
I just fuck a thot in my Hellcat
I just raced a demon in my (Hellcat)
Tell the Mobil Car Wash, wash the (Hellcat)
It's a lot of horsepower in that (Hellcat)
She want me to scoop in it (Hellcat)
She like how I be growling it (Hellcat)
Please put that slow-ass car up
Hellcat wake the block up like it's Starbucks
Bitch ask me my name and I say Marcus
Hellcat is too fast I'm tryna park them
Woop-Woop pull me over I smell like weed
Ask why I'm doing 180 'cause I got speed
You can hear Hellcat from a block two or three
It's 3 AM and niggas can't get no peace
The motor in the Hellcat rock the bitch right up to sleeve
She suck me in a Hellcat damn, I missed the exit sheesh
Yeah I know you hear me but [?]
Riding in fully loaded Hellcat
You hear me down the block when the Hellcat screech
When I drive she give me that Hellcat-neck
You know we ain't leaving without the Hellcat bag
The hoes be on my (Hellcat)
It's a Benz It's a Beamer It's a (Hellcat)
I just fuck a thot in my Hellcat
I just raced a demon in my (Hellcat)
Tell the Mobil Car Wash, wash the (Hellcat)
It's a lot of horsepower in that (Hellcat)
She want me to scoop in it (Hellcat)
She like how I be growling it (Hellcat)
I got stripes on my shit
I got tats up on my body
Got your wife on my dick
Bitch done broke her fucking neck shouldn't
Put my ice on her shit
We can hit a fucking truck
And put our lives on that shit
That's me and Hellcat
What is this you smelled pack?
Old heads like keep getting it jack
She gave me front I felt back
Just pulled up the hells back
You know I'm in a heaven cat
Don't pull up in AMG
Get your shit smoked smoke like a cigarette
Ball' right there flexing blues
Here I'm flexing blues and a two-two
Tadoe in that Cat pouring juice too
He dubbed the ends, I got Hellcat vacuum tubes
Riding in fully loaded Hellcat
You hear me down the block when the Hellcat screech
When I drive she give me that Hellcat-neck
You know we ain't leaving without the Hellcat bag
The hoes be on my (Hellcat)
It's a Benz It's a Bimmer It's a (Hellcat)
I just fuck a thot in my Hellcat
I just raced a demon in my (Hellcat)
Tell the Mobil Car Wash, wash the (Hellcat)
It's a lot of horsepower in that (Hellcat)
She want me to scoop in it (Hellcat)
She like how I be growling it (Hellcat)
For Right Now lyrics - Chief Keef
Sosa baby, GBE baby
I just wanna fuck for right now
I can't show you love, not right now
I'ma flame this bud up right now
Push come to shove, not right now
I ain't tryna talk for right now
I'm just tryna ball for right now
Stay away from the law for right now
You just got to kill them with kindness
For right now I can use me some breakfast
Came a long way from 8 section
Got a lot of bottles in the section
And a lot of diamonds in the necklace
Throwing cash up like "bitch catch this"
Bitches so sweet, I can use a dentist
Kick the cash door down off the hinges
For right now I can use me a pendant
For right now girl I'm M.I.A. air in MIA
I am not a superhero, I can not save
That shit that he flamed up, it smell like sage
She let me smash-hit her with that one two three, Johnny Cage
Bang bang
I just wanna fuck for right now
I can't show you love, not right now
I'ma flame this bud up right now
Push come to shove, not right now
I ain't tryna talk for right now
I'm just tryna ball for right now
Stay away from the law for right now
You just got to kill them with kindness
Keep That lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Ballout)
[Chief Keef:]
K.E. on the Track
Beat Mechanics
Catch up
GBE baby
Bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang
Bang, bang
What you gon' see is what you gon' get, and (Yeah)
I'm on the way to pick up my bitch, and (Skrrt)
My side bitch said she wants a kid, damn (Bitch)
I'll have to flunk her, she failed the exam (Sosa baby)
She like when I hit it back (GBE baby)
She got some kick back (Mm-hm)
She seen me in Maybach (Mm-hm)
She starts to get wet (Uh-huh)
I said "I will be back" (Bang bang)
She do not see that (Bang bang)
She wants relationships (Bang)
That bitch can keep that (Bang bang, bang)
Just give me some of that na na (Yah)
You can't meet my mama (Nah)
Death for dishonor (Mm-hm)
Back in the water, piraña (Mm-hm)
I'ma need a camera (Mm-hm)
I am the inventor (Mm-hm)
Bow down, I'm Simba (Sosa baby)
Car faster than a panther (GBE baby)
Bitch look like Amber (Mm-hm)
Ridin' 'round with them members (Skrrt)
I don't even wanna fuck her (Huh?)
How am I gon' tell her? (Huh?)
Ridin' 'round with this green (Ftftftftft)
Bitch with me, she yellow (Beep)
Give me top at the stoplight (Beep)
That's a red light special, baby (Beep, beep, beep)
What you gon' see is what you gon' get, and (Yeah)
I'm on the way to pick up my bitch, and (Skrrt)
My side bitch said she wants a kid, damn (Bitch)
I'll have to flunk her, she failed the exam (Sosa baby)
She like when I hit it back (GBE baby)
She got some kick back (Mm-hm)
She seen me in Maybach (Mm-hm)
She starts to get wet (Uh-huh)
I said "I will be back" (Bang bang)
She do not see that (Bang bang)
She wants relationships (Bang)
That bitch can keep that (Bang bang, bang)
[Chief Keef {Ballout}:]
{Run and pick that sack up} (Huh?)
We don't need no backup (Nah)
{Shooters trailing in the 'Llac truck} (Skrrt)
Flaming out that loud pack up (Dope)
Gotta get my sack up (Yah)
Just landed on Saturn (Bitch)
{Just got a new batch in} (Bitch)
{Send me my back end} (Mm-hm)
Bop out, bop back in (Yeah)
Foreign car finna back in (Skrrt)
{Bad bitch on the side of me, her ass fat and her tracks in} (Huh?)
Louis flops when I'm cracking (Bang)
Rolling dope, but I ain't passing (Nah)
Hail Mary, I catch it (Beep, beep)
{Hellcat, can't catch it} (Skrrt, skrrt)
[Chief Keef:]
What you gon' see is what you gon' get, and (Yeah)
I'm on the way to pick up my bitch, and (Skrrt)
My side bitch said she wants a kid, damn (Bitch)
I'll have to flunk her, she failed the exam (Sosa baby)
She like when I hit it back (GBE baby)
She got some kick back (Mm-hm)
She seen me in Maybach (Mm-hm)
She starts to get wet (Uh-huh)
I said "I will be back" (Bang bang)
She do not see that (Bang bang)
She wants relationships (Bang)
That bitch can keep that (Bang bang, bang)
In There lyrics - Chief Keef
I was in the streets when momma found me
And she was mad I was in there
If I needed somewhere to hide
Would you let me in there?
Baby when you gon' stop playin' and let me in there?
You got up in your feelings, you ain't got no business in there
Fuck it
Aye, put two tears up in a fuckin' bucket
Throw at three at you some like I'm Jimmy Buckets
This loud is causing all the fuckin' ruckus
Aye, Gucci polo but I ain't playin' rugby
Bitches runnin' up to hug me
Aye, used to say that I was ugly
Now all these hoes see is money
Aye, now I don't even be hungry
'Member when I ain't eat nothin'
Aye, bitches said that I was nothin', 'til I became somethin'
Put the dope up in the blunt, put it in my lung
Got my swag from outer space, it ain't American
We got the juugs from I can't say, but they're gon' get you done
I'll smoke this blunt to the face and I ain't gon' give you none
I was in the streets when momma found me
And she was mad I was in there
If I needed somewhere to hide
Would you let me in there?
Baby when you gon' stop playin' and let me in there?
You got up in your feelings, you ain't got no business in there
Ammunition lyrics - Chief Keef
We did too much shit in that alley
Say she love me, whatever that mean (stop it)
The only colors I like is blue, pink and green
Think I play guitar how I'm pulling these strings
Think I play FIFA How I'm kicking with your bitch
She steady talking 'bout knocking you of the pick
"His lifestyle really ain't expensive"
Put a drum on, it be giving that ammunition
O-K, I'm re-loaded
Going down begin, call these, explosives
My gas tank over, I didn't even know it
This bitch got no miles, I didn't drove it
I don't even like them all, I don't even go there
This bitch got nothing in there, I don't blow them
Got new thots named Codie and Sonia, both got long hair
Pull the mic up outta my pants and let 'em perform there
Pull out bag of cash out the baggy bag
Whatever you know as a two, bitch, don't ask me that
Talking that military code with the gang, 10-4 copy that
Anything but late for dinner, I be that
We did too much shit in that alley
Say she love me, whatever that mean (stop it)
The only colors I like is blue, pink and green
Think I play guitar how I'm pulling these strings
Think I play FIFA How I'm kicking with your bitch
She steady talking 'bout knocking you of the pick
"His lifestyle really ain't expensive"
Put a drum on, it be giving that ammunition
Giving ammunition
Told her I love her, I gas the bitch up
Hit the duh-duh-duh that's the hiccups
I don't give three, two or one fucks
Free T-slick outta the Joint
Even though folks got only one eye
Don't keep him from being on point
This hoe tinted, you don't see us in it
Gotta stay low-key gotta stay blended
Granny ain't cared if we ain't finish our spinach
The only thing she taught me was to handle my business
Big mouth don't open up, let me finish my sentences
My fucked up ways I'm tryna get rid of it
Ain't tryna get cuffed, ain't tryna get sentenced
She ain't tryna get fucked, I ain't tryna be near her
That shit that you talking I ain't tryna hear it
We did too much shit in that alley
Say she love me, whatever that mean (stop it)
The only colors I like is blue, pink and green
Think I play guitar how I'm pulling these strings
Think I play FIFA How I'm kicking with your bitch
She steady talking 'bout knocking you of the pick
"His lifestyle really ain't expensive"
Put a drum on, it be giving that ammunition
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