"Sorry 4 The Weight" (2015)

• Ain't Nothin' lyrics - Chief Keef
• Himalayas lyrics - Chief Keef
• Sosa Chamberlain lyrics - Chief Keef
• Get Money lyrics - Chief Keef
• Hot Shit lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Andy Milonakis)
• "F 'em lyrics - Chief Keef
• Vet Lungs lyrics - Chief Keef
• Ten Toes Down lyrics - Chief Keef
• That's What lyrics - Chief Keef
• Guess What Boy lyrics - Chief Keef
• Please lyrics - Chief Keef
• What Up lyrics - Chief Keef
• 5 AM lyrics - Chief Keef
• Send It Up lyrics - Chief Keef
• Hiding lyrics - Chief Keef
• He Don't Know lyrics - Chief Keef
• On My Momma lyrics - Chief Keef
• Don't Want None lyrics - Chief Keef
• Yours lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Benji Glo)
• Win lyrics - Chief Keef
• I Want Some Money lyrics - Chief Keef

Ain't Nothin' lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Been gettin' money since '08 summer, I been riding hunnids
That ain't nothin' That ain't nothin'
I been getting money been spending money boy that's little money
That ain't nothin', That ain't nothin'
Made it out the jects now I'm on a jet
Still throwing up my set
DJ Khaled we the best
With Wop on Bouldercrest
Thats the way show no stress
Thats your bitch she showin' stress
It ain't nothing its a test, nigga

[Verse 1:]
Pull up in that wet, throwin' up my set
Hot shit you get wet nigga, It ain't none of that nigga
It ain't none of this, what you want with this
You don't war with this where ya boys is
Hit that bank on that Lloyd shit grown boy shit
Pistol knock your ass out it be on that Floyd shit
In my lane bunch of bullshit I can do it
By my pistol I'm a scoot it at your booty
In ya head now your dead nigga
Where ya bread nigga
In the field, where ya lead nigga
Yous a dead nigga
In my hand, its some bread nigga
I throw bread nigga
Where I live in the strip club
I'm the man nigga
Shawty Lo I done dun dun dun all these hoes
How we roll, we gone come through and stop the show
Vaminos where my fuckin' bread then I'm out the door
Out ya hair in my fuckin' whip they like where he go, aye

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Grandma house sellin' dope out the back nigga
Cops coming, I run out nigga
Here they come knockin' at my door
I be out the door with my dope and my rolls
In Iraq fuck lil Mexico
I be smoking Citgo and Texaco
Gas, premium mane you know
I let her hit it then I strech your ho
I'm like whoa
She said she be snorting coke
She want coke
I told her I be riding in them fucking totes with the Glo
Pull up on a nigga bust a move
Which one of you niggas gonna shoot
I'm ready I'm finna suit the fuck up and lace my boots
Now we finna shoot the muthafuckin' pistols gettin' loose

[Hook]

Himalayas lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Bitch say I'm always smokin'
Always drinkin', got some issues
Niggas always fuckin' plottin' I was thinking got some pistols
Pull up catch a nigga lackin', I was stanking got a rental
Bitch I'm from Chiraq, I was thinking got some missiles
I was watching out for lizards, I was watching out for niggas
Pull up on the block at night, I was sparking with them niggas
But I had to catch a flight, now bitch I'm a dumb ass nigga
And I know I'm shining bright, but I'm from the Himalayas

[Verse 1:]
I'm too turnt I'm TNT, bitch I put the E in key
An I put the lock on the door couldn't blow this off if you had the heat
I got me and this weed, meeting with me and me and me
Little lady I'm the I in the Win, bitch I'm the E in the Beef
Fuck nigga I'm the D in Deceased
Yo bitch be the E on my Wee Wee
Yo ass put the E in the Sheep
I'm the A in Shavin' and I'm off this weed
Yo bitch put the E in the Freek
She say you put the E in the Creep
Nigga I dont be the E in the Sleep
Nigga I be the E in Work All Week
Cause I can't eat when I'm Sleep
She said I put the E and I Eat
I put the I In do it, and I put the E in my Jeans
Bitch I put the A in the Hawk, bitch I put the E in that Eagle
Bitch I put the A in the Choppa, bitch I put the G in Illegal

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Bitch I put the E in lean, then I put the lean in Sprite
Bitch I put the B in Black, bitch I put the C in Cyph
Bitch I put the E in White, bitch I put the E in Red
Bitch I put the E in Retarded, guns that pull up and leave ya dead
Bitch I put the I in Sig, bitch I put the I in Live
Bitch I put the I in Grin, when I walk up in the building
Bitch I be the A in Hand, when they giving me my digits
Niggas be the A in Playing, 'till I be the P in Pistol
Bitch I be the G in Gifted, bitch I be the T in Whitle
Bitch I be the T in Too Turnt, bitches be the T in Irri
She said you be the the G in Naggin, bitch I be the A in Macking
I be the Y in Myself, niggas be the T in Tacky

[Hook]

Sosa Chamberlain lyrics - Chief Keef

[Intro:]
What is GLO GANG? Well it's GLO GANG is G-L-O-G-A-N-G
It is Glory Boyz, we are Glory Boyz Entertainment. It is GBE
But it's shortened, it's shortened, you know what I'm sayin'
So it's G-L-O Gang, and so the GLOry Boyz
You guys can say either one though, it don't matter
You know what I'm sayin'
I won't get offended, gang won't get offended
We are Glory Boyz, you know what I'm sayin'
But GLO GANG is just a, just a short abbreviation for Glory Boyz
You know what I'm sayin', just G-L-O-G-A-N-G, you know
We be on a lotta gang shit, we got everybody sayin' "gang" now
No squad, you know. We changed that, we changed to gang
It ain't none of that squad. I mean you know we got Savage Squad
You know that's my cousin, Fredo and nem. But um shit
We go by gang and none of that squad
But when cuz and nem come around you know it's squad
When Wop come around we rockin' with the squad
You know what I'm sayin'. But when we
When it's just gang, we be on that straight gang shit
You know what I'm sayin', gang and none of that squad
But anyways man back to the tape man

[Verse 1:]
Bitch got that wet wet, my gun got that wet wet
She let me fuck up in the car, now my seats is wet wet
I'm off the drank wet wet, your dope smell like a wet pack
She said she wanna smoke with we, bitch you should've said that
She said that she gotta pee, I'm like bitch you should've said that
She said she been said that, I said I ain't hear that
I was smoking the loudest loud but I'm always ready
You be smokin' on that shit, that shit that give you headache
Who come here, you come here
Ooh come here, pistol to your ear
Booze what you sip, lean what I sip
Water what I drink, cat meow all I get
Pull up to the strip, thing on my hip
The police pull me over like It's weed on my lip
Johnny call me up, he said he pee'd on my wrist
Yo bitch call me mad she said she bleached all my gear
My daughter call me mad, she said she gon' eat all my chips
These niggas always mad they wanna eat all my dip
The opps always mad they say Chief Keef ain't blowin' shit
Until I come through blastin' like the Heat I ain't doin' shit

[Hook:]
I'm Sosa Wilt Chamberlain, blunts just flamin'
Rocks just blingin', phone just rangin'
I'ma no belt rockin', no sock rockin'
Pull up show stopper, you know how I'm rockin'
I came in the game man, and you know I changed it
Sosa whats your language? Bitch I speak them acres
Favorite team the Lakers, favorite team the Bulls
Wanna put up your paper? I'm like okay cool

[Verse 2:]
My favorite player Butler, and I gotta butler
Gotta number 40, my 40 a fuck ya
My favorite player Rose, aye, money on him let's go
We be on that bullshit, we from Chicago
My favorite player Kobe, you be holy moly
That mean you be with police
When it's cold outside I got on no tee
That mean that I can hold it hold it underwater
Pull up on your daughter I'm a shark up in the water
I remember buying quarters, now I'm at a P
When it come to your bitch, I gotta add a Keef
Come out the cut like Snell, I gotta add a three
Don't give a fuck how you feel
I gotta add a T

[Hook]

Get Money lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Remember posted the block stealing Hondas
Now I ride foreigns and Tonkas, stompin'
Remember when I ain't have no money
Now I get money, get money
Get money, get money, get money, get money [x4]

[Verse 1:]
I wear Moncler, Louie, Gucci I'm stuntin'
And my pants, they filled with money
I saw your bitch she want me, she want me, she want me
She on me, she on me, she on me
I like blue cheese, blue cheese with my chicken and onions
I pull 'em out my pocket and I'm stuntin'
I'm talking bout them hundreds, them hundreds, them hundreds
I'm stuntin', I'm stuntin', It's nothin'
You got your Louie, where your cake?
Got your Gucci, where your cake?
You ain't got no cake, it's ok, it's ok
All I gotta say, go out and get the cake
Cuz If I can make it, you can make it any day

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I wear Nike, Truey, when I ain't on nothing
And I'm always moving gathering something
She say I'm the only, the only, the only
But I'm smart and I know she stuntin'
Baby is it cause I'm blingin' I'm blingin?
I'm shinin', I'm stuntin'
I pull up fresh like I'm going to luncheon
I feel like I'm the only, the only one in here, stuntin'
And if I didn't this shit wouldn't be funkin'
All I know get money get money get money
That money need more I'm gon' find it
If you ain't getting money what you doing?
I swear I be on that money ball shit

[Hook]

Hot Shit lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Andy Milonakis)

[Hook - Chief Keef:]
Mic check let a nigga flex
He get wet, he get that hot shit
I got my Bernie Mac, nigga who you with
I'm coolin' with the gang, and nigga we on that hot shit
I know I'm rich I still be doin' 6, everywhere, anywhere
You know I'ma rep my shit, bandana on the choppa
I Juelz my shit, I can cut my dreads off and I can sell my shit

[Verse 1 - Chief Keef:]
Smokin on this loud, you can smell my shit
Hop out the car, you can smell my whip
I don't fuck with coochie if you can smell that shit
I don't want the coochie if she sell that shit
She said she ain't a thot, she tellin fairy tells and shit
I pull up on ya block and I hear yells and shit
See I got verses but bitch, I don't got em for the low
She said that she love me but baby I ain't retarded doe
I just hit the earth, drop in my veins to let you know
I just rolled three grams in that thang from Texaco
When I pull up you know I be TNT (Too Turnt)
Hop out and I be Chiefin' Keef

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Andy Milonakis:]
No more loco, Sachi solo
9 to 5 no, no, we T'd and we slow-mo
Actavis, I'm in love with 4 o-z
Leaned out is how I be
God damn it's hard to stand, and no I can not see
I'm about to hit a lick at Paradime
Trade in the script for a pair of dimes
I'm a star so you know I'm sonnin' bitches
They just mad that I'm having fun with this shit
They just mad that I'm buying lunches with it
Passport with 300 tickets
Bang Bang, 300 and shit

[Hook]

"F 'em lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Fuck the judge, fuck a bitch
Fuck a nigga, cause he snitch
Nigga ain't got my money, fuck his shit
Heard this nigga mad I fucked his bitch
Fuck 'em [x16]

[Verse 1:]
I made dough, went in the mall
And turned that shit to play dough
Fuck it, my shootas gon' come shoot when I say so
We got lawyers, they like "fuck it"
Hopped in the car, do da dash, pass the public
Like fuck it, cops get behind me
I'ma do the dash, engines bustin'
Fuck it, judge tried to give me time
I'm like "fuck it, fuck it"

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I heard these niggas hatin', fuck it
I'ma keep on gettin' paper, fuck it
Just got some today like fuck it
Like fuck them, all the fuckas who never gave me nothin'
Fuck the cops, they don't want me to feed my baby nothin'
Fuck ya block, when we leave it they gon' tape it up
My watch fucked your thot, when she seen that she was [?]
I'ma take this three pointer, you gon' lay it up

[Hook]

Vet Lungs lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Glocks tucked man I up
I ah Damage ya
Wassup with all these fuck niggas?
I'm sorry for the weight I couldn't help
I was always smoking on the skunk
Bad bitch in my truck she tryna fuck
My necklace it be shining to my junk
I be smokin' dope baby I got vet lungs

Blood gang, Blood dripping over here
You want problems, you can get it over here
You don't listen, better listen over here
If you don't, I bring them pistols over there
I come through and put the pistol to your ear
I come through, I put the pistol to your rib
I was getting money I was taking it as gifts
I'm still getting money I'm still getting it how I live
My wrist real, real chill, I chill
I ain't never cold bitch I feel how I feel
I got 10 fans on and I live how I live
I'ma plan to keep growin' and I peel how I peel

[Hook]

Sorry for the W-E-I-G-H-T
Bitch I know it's W-A-I-T, ight b?
Aye I come through Mr.T
White Tee and bright things
Ain't got no cuban links, I got on a breitling
We know drama TNT, Hercules, Disney
We got cannons, Nicki, Nickelodeon, Jimmy
I got that cartoon network, and that net work WG
If you looking for me, I'm with money in a meeting
Me and you we got money disagreements
Can't come to no conclusions
Cause your money ain't worth me yet
If I upload a status I don't need no feedback
I don't give a mothafuck who fuckin' we at

[Hook]

Ten Toes Down lyrics - Chief Keef

Need to be happy...

[Hook:]
Ten toes down, I got shows and verses
I'ma bring 'em to your town
For the right fuckin' amount, you can hit me up right now
50 for a show and 20 for a 12
I'm a loose screw, I ain't no nail
Walk up in the building
She either smelled the loud or Chanel
I think she goin' for the kill
She steady callin' my phone
My battery she damn near killed me
My phone steady ringin'
This bitch damn near killed me

[Verse 1:]
What's on my line, that “ffffffffrrrr beeeep"
They be callin' all the time
Bang bang, what's that, my gun
I up this mothafucka, blew it, make him run, better run
Little Gump, run Forrest, run
3 grams in the blunt, we have 1 on 1
I love gettin' money, and I know you know it man
Yeah I like Nina shootin', why the fuck you hold it in
I walk in and break the bank, then walk out and close you in
What the fuck you lookin' at, I swear I don't know you man
I'm sayin' I'ma a Glo man, I don't need no tan
I pull up, hop out, standin' in my stance

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Skrrt pullin' off, I'm so raw
Ha-ha high a lot, ruff ruff I'm a dog
Chh-chh go my paws
Cause these fuckas itch a lot
Bitch I got my bong, I don't want you, take me home
I be smokin' skunk, got it from the loft
'Member sellin' junkies, now I gotten dope
'Member red monkeys, closet full of Trues
If you lookin' for me, I'm probably on the news
One plus two, that equals a few
I want ten times 500,000 cool
I pull up rude, my jewelry du-du
Brick and balony in my pocket, Milonakis stew

[Hook]

That's What lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
What what, (what what) [x3]
Nigga buck buck (Nigga buck buck)
What what, (what what) [x2]
Knuck buck, click clack, nigga buck buck
What what, (what what) [x3]
Nigga what what, (nigga what what)
Nigga buck buck, (nigga buck buck)
Nigga what what, (nigga what what)
What what (what what), nigga what what (nigga what what)

[Verse 1:]
You a not what, get your line white
Get yo mind right, and live that lime life
Nigga what what, nigga buck buck
Coming out the cuts cuts, shooting up trucks trucks
Crime mob knuck buck, throwin' bows, Glocks tucked
And if it's a problem, I swear I will pop ya
We don't pop out bitch we pop up
Pop up with the Glocks up
Hope yo ass got the Christmas spirit, light yo block up

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I'm a cowboy, watch me draw this bitch
With this pistol I'm a artist, I be drawing shit
Pull up on your block and I'm on folly bitch
That bitch all in my pocket, she's a Polly bitch
I call my 4-0 focus, she's a solid bitch
I call my 4-5 brokers, he gon' pop you a bitch
Told that bitch what, bitch you better swallow bitch
I got rocket power like I'm Otto bitch

[Hook]

Guess What Boy lyrics - Chief Keef

[Intro - DJ Holiday:]
Oh you want that bitch?
You can't have that bitch
She got habits man
She been around rich nigga too long
Sosa!

[Hook:]
Why hoes be callin' my phone?
Cause hoes just wanna have fun
I be ridin' round with the chrome
Try me then I put one in yo dome
I pump it like
Guess what boy [x6]
I got one up in the head, guess what boy

[Verse 1:]
Yous a little ass boy, little ass shoes
Little ass house, little ass jewels
Little ass you, little ass tool
Little ass bullets, little ass shooter
I pull up with the stick, then I play some pool
I just got a pool, your ho invited too
I don't how I'm afford that, I know I'm so cool
I ain't go to school, I ain't know the rules
Pull up on me try to score, gonna front your move
Better be a badass cutie, I'm on you like a s'more
Ridin' with my nina, I ain't go to war
And I got a subpoena, I ain't go to court

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Pull up on your ass and get you boy
Walkin' out the bank I laugh funny boy
When I pull up it's a tragic boy
It's a silencer and a gun
That's me pullin' off in traffic boy
Bling, bling, that's the magic in my necklace boy
Bang, bang, that's the crank up in my ratchet boy
Ding, ding, that's your thot up in my mansion door
Ping, ping, that's the money callin' me boy
Beep, beep, that's me pullin' off with 10 boy
Skeet, skeet, cause that bitch top terrific boy
Eat, eat, when they see how I'm livin' boy

[Hook]

Please lyrics - Chief Keef

S-O-R-R-Y, the number 4, or F-O-R, W-E-I-G-H-T bitch

[Hook:]
Double cup me please
Your bitch hit me like "fuck me please"
She say she love me, she like "love me please"
My response was "suck me please"
Please, please, give me a lighter please
I just rolled a blunt, give me a fire please
Please, please, run up on me
I got 50 in the thing, won't hesitate to let it speak

[Verse 1:]
Choppa presidential, come through, give a speech
Gang on my fuckin' back, runnin' hurt my feet
Where the restroom, cause my chain gotta pee
Call my Sosa Wonder I'm gettin' money and I ain't gotta see
Still locked out, I ain't gotta leave
Bitch came gave me top now she gotta leave
My gun got no limit like I'm Master P
When you callin' my phone speakin' crazy cops tappin' me
Gotta be lowkey, cause the cops after me
Smokin' on the loudest weed, K-9 dogs after me
You say you gon' be at the top, ha, long after me
I'm Sorry 4 The Weight, I was somewhere chiefin' keef

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
This be that Sorry 4 The Weight
This be that sorry for my cake, He came threw sprayin'
This be that sorry for the day
Like I'm late, sorry for the delay
I'm smokin' tooka all to the face
You smokin' fooka, that shit so fake
You drinkin' fooka, that shit so fake
Drinkin' Quali, that be bad for your brain
Sneak dissin', that be bad for your health
Gettin' money, yeah thats rad for your health
I come through super ridin' cool with the whip
And I ain't bool wit y'all, I'm bool wit myself

[Hook]

What Up lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
What Up, What up
Talking money what up, Talking drama what up
What up, Get wet up, Roll down the window what up?
What Up Ion fuck with bitches they set ups
What up, coming in like What up
He pull out pour that Mud up, we ain't sippin, shut up
Bitch shut up Like What up, He pull up like wassup?
Sneak diss us you fucked up, fuck around fuck around
Get bucked up

[Verse 1:]
State of emergency for currency, these bitches want me urgently
They heard of me, Flexing harder than Hercules bitches smirk
At me, I'm getting money wasn't used to perfect things
What up? You pitch your money it's worth a swing
I'm in the cl-ub, flicking money it ain't worth a thing
Got my snub try to the take my money I up the thing
Bang Bang Bang Bang nigga, watchu mean?
What up? If ya getting money fuck with me
If he hating then, he probably look up to me
I love munna, blue Benjamin's they stuck with me
End of my story if ya talking money fuck with me

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Fuck around fuck around get bucked up
Fuck nigga outa luck up Pull up nigga
Wassup nigga seven up ya (Aye) fuck up nigga?
Bang Bang Buck Buck nigga, come through shooting out Truck trucks nigga
And cuts, cuts nigga
We don't give a muthafuckin fuck fuck nigga
Wassup nigga? You fuck with the Opp-opps nigga?
You be up up nigga with opp-opp niggas
On they block-block nigga? I pull up-up-up send shot-shots
At all yall niggas, I had to come up out my mansion for this
Nonsense call yall niggas, Waddup?
Come through with the rumble of the royal nigga
Like wassup? Imma Chicago Bear make you fumble nigga
Ion know wassup it's always opps gonna slump you nigga
In other words if you fuck with me then I fuck with you nigga

[Hook]

5 AM lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
I be getting money, my style these niggas stole it
I be smoking dope, bitch I'm a cupid old head
Used to be from O'Block, now I'm from that Glo Block
I still a let the tool pop , I shoot it at 4 opps
Ridin' in a foreign, bad bitches goin'
I don't go to sleep ain't gotta wake up in the morning
I be up trap trap trappin' while these niggas snorin'
Yo bitch gone pull up on me at 5 in the morning

[Verse 1:]
I pull up like where my money why you laughing? Ain't shit funny
Up this gun now you a bunny, boy you running, little Johnny
I pull up blingin, chain from Johnny, watch from Johnny, ring from Johnny
Everything from Johnny, I pull up bling is stuntin'
I pull up on you got that work
You want a verse, Get it first
Keep that chicken afford some beef
Might as well gone ahead get a hearse
Niggas smoking on dope, cause we smokin on purp
Boy you smokin' on burnt, boy you smoking on hurt
Pull up in that ugly ass thing with no teeth
Hop out makin' these bitches go to work
Pull up like skrrt, gon in the dirt
"Sosa where you going?" Bitch, goin get some work
I got verse for the high, and shows for the high
Ring-ring who gone get it first?
Pull up on your ass, get that cash
Then I pulled off with a smirk
Muhfuckers ain't believe me when I said shit was gone get worse

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
On tracks I be flooring, weed I be blowing
Hoes I be fucking, kick 'em in the morning
Cause bitches be so corny, they is full of corn
My nina be so horny, she is full of porn
No sleep please no snoring
I blink the floor
Got cake all on the floor, I ate some more
Can't give a bitch my time, I can't afford
Cause I can't tell the time in my fucking Breitling
I'm from the block, I still wear white 1s
Got so many styles, niggas bite one
Let a freak me look like
Got a watch out for the iguana

[Hook]

Send It Up lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
I'm that nigga, I squeeze triggas
I'ma tell you one time, not again ya
This shit I'm in ya, no pretend ya
I up this mothafucka, send this bitch up
Let it hit ya, I won't miss ya
I got aim mothafucka, I'm gon' hit ya
Send this bitch up, send this bitch up
We ain't playin' mothafucka
We send this shit up

[Verse 1:]
There ya go boy, yeah ya know boy
I'm a Glo boy, used to be a O boy
I was on the front boy, slangin' coke boy
The feds knocked on my grandma's door boy
Where ya coke boy, cause my choppa down
Let this mothafucka catch it, you catch choppa rounds
Where ya drugs at, where your lots of pounds
See you flexin' on IG but do you got it now
My chain like bling-blow, my watch like bling-blow
Let a nigga try to take it, my gun go bang-bow
What I'm smoking loud, what you smoking mild
In the club and I got my pipe on me now

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Send this bitch up, bitch I'm from the 'Go
I been jumped up off the porch, jumped off the bungalow
I smoke lots of dope, walkin' a tightrope
It's cold outside, I got my pole I know
Pulled up to a wokcano, to get some curry doe
I'm a curry eatin' mothafucka, hurry ho
Walked into the bank, right before he close
And then I got that gwap and then I hurried home
'Member when I was young, my mom told me hurry home
Now I'm grown, I can buy my momma 30 homes
I still got my 30 holmes, think you sweet you'll be buried holmes

[Hook]

Hiding lyrics - Chief Keef

[Intro:]
What do you want? [x8]

[Hook:]
I got choppers, I got gwala
I got partners, send you to the doctor
I got guns, singing like opera
And my partners, they got money
We ain't for nu'uh
Fuck ya momma, fuck ya poppa
What the fuck you doing, if you ain't getting money?
Bitch I'm 3hunna, my niggas riding
And we sliding, bitch we ain't hiding

[Verse 1:]
I got my pistol, that's my issue
My pistol get you, it got that grip too
I shoot it at you, them bullets catch you
And now you're done, you couldn't wrestle
All of these niggas, they pretenders
Act like they with you, they out to get you
So don't trust them, so don't love them
They want your spot, they want your hustle
They want your muscle
Rings on all 10 hands and they want your knuckle
Bitches calling me, they want my time
But I'm chasing all this money runnin'

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
What do you want? Where are you going?
What you doing, if you ain't getting money?
I'm smoking ganja, I'm counting commas
I got my llama, so nigga don't try us
I'm blasting at you, I'm laughing at you
Flexing throwing cash up on your bitch
And throwing cash up at you
I threw some cash up at you
Cause you need to catch up
You full of mayonnaise, I'll let Nina red ya
You in the red line, that's the dead line
You ain't got my money on time
Then that's your head mon
Bumbaclottin', Rasta-rockin'
Rastafari mothafucka, damn near lion

[Hook]

He Don't Know lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Fuck nigga wanna mug
He don't know I got the .40 in the club
He don't know I got my shorties in the cut
Cause this shit goin' very nuts
Throw 'em up, pop up, shootin' shit man, cops out
He don't know we got Glocks on us
He think we gon' knock him out
He said that he want war but he don't know
Can't tell that little boy what he don't know

[Verse 1:]
It's me and Dirty Thirty
Bullets fly, like little birdy birdy
The only pimps I know is Mac and Dirty Thirty
With a Tec, told a 50 you can't have Larry Birdy
Yeah they say money, power, respect
But bitch its money, power, the Tec
Point at your block and won't even have any regret
You fuck niggas be knowing how we get
So don't get screwed, I got some niggas with a bunch of tools
They come through screwin' shit like [moppers do]
Like don't be talkin' what my choppa do
Turn your block to Lil B bitch, Wonton Soup
Pull off in my Lady Gaga, skrr
I got Hannah, Lady Gaga too
Lotta bullets fly, that's what I do

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
He don't know
Got so many cars, when I pull up he won't know
He was talkin' to this bitch, she was suckin' me, he don't know
And this bitch want blue dream back, I'm like "you don't know"
What I smoke, better smoke OG
I like Ben Franklins baby, I don't fuck with no Gs
Can't wait for no bitch cause these hoes be fuckin' lowkey
Cause you thought your bitch was your bitch
But she was suckin' on me, that thot I like
She ain't know that almighty so got cinnamon rolls
That nigga act like sneak dissin' me gon' get him on
It's me and Ben Frank, I don't like people, me and him get along
Blow your block, givin' out shots for the face just silicone
Cops won't know
Unless one of you lil fuck niggas snitchin' on me
Shootin' up houses
Living rooms, bedrooms, and them kitchens only
Shootin' up cops
Front seats, passenger seats, and them engines only

[Hook]

On My Momma lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
I came, I saw, I conquered
Been jumped up off the porch on my momma
I ain't worried about these little bitty suckers
Cuz I'm a money getting muthafucka
Yeah, I come from the slums, yeah, I been getting money, yeah
I blow on my own, no, I don't need nobody, woo
When I pull up Glo, no, I don't see nobody fuck with trappin',
Trappin', trappin', I swear, I won't be nobody

[Verse 1:]
This nigga bitch just hit me up, she ask me what I'm doing
I say "getting to the bucks"
She told me that she wanna come through and fuck
I say "no, bitch, suck my nuts, you nuts"
What you want, what you want
You ain't talkin' money
Then you getting on me nerves, swerve, what a bird
You ain't a dog call you lil courage
Dumb muhfucker, cowardly dog
I come my cowboys shooting on purpose
You ain't no shooter, what you shooting for Curry?
Eddy Curry, I'm eating on curry
With my granny, I got black eyed peas
Swear to god I don't need no Fergie
She say she wanna be Chief Keef wife I'm like swerve
Bitch lemme tell you what I heard
Heard that you was a motherfucking thot
You be block-to-block
Curb-to-curb
The bitch heard I got gwap
Now she wanna let me fuck, I heard I heard
Always gotta know popo my dear, tryna kick down the door
I knerr I knerr

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I be getting gwap
If I was working I would fuck all my damn colleagues
Start by the nature to get my pistols
I swear they so naughty naughty
Rollin' Rollin' routin routin
You know you ain't about it Charlie
Gettin' money, spending money
You know you ain't about it dummy
I'ma come thru with the coolin' kits, ooh it's real cool
You was on that opp shit, then ooh it's kill you
I be on that loud shit, don't give a fuck who tell you
And I'm smoking on that loud shit
Don't give a fuck who smell cool
Your clique full of squares like a picture and a border
I can get some bricks and I can send em thru the border
I just got your bitch I was having fun but I got bored of her
Meet me at the border I'm at Chiraq, Drillinois

[Hook]

Don't Want None lyrics - Chief Keef

Aye gang bang
Gang bang gang

[Hook:]
You don't want none, nigga you don't want none (2x)
You don't want none, you don't want none
You don't want none, nigga you don't want none
You don't want none, bitch you don't want none (2x)
You don't want none, you don't want none
You don't want none, bitch you don't want none

[Verse 1:]
I'm off the dope right now I'm fucked up
Nigga caught me slippin' then he lucked up
Nigga caught me slippin' then I buck buck
Macaroni time like a Kraft box
Bitch told me that she wanna let me fuck her
Told her if she let me fuck then I won't have her stuck stuck
But she gotta have some hair just like Repunzel
If she ain't got none then I don't want her
Pull up on you with my truck beatin' like a tumtum
I pull up on you smoking loud, he sound like a dumb dumb
The shit I smoke have you stuck, I swear you don't want none
I got a hollow .45, I know you don't want one

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
If you smoking reggie, I don't want none
If you drinking Quali, I don't want none
I shot from the shotty, yeah you don't want one
My gun and yo gun can have a one-on-one
She think I love her, she must think she is some money
All designer when I first got with the money
You say you don't want none then I say you trippin' homie
Then you say you want some, I'ma send you a gift bag homie
That bitch right there on the corner waitin' on Chief Keef to speak
Waitin' on that shit, you gone be waitin' a whole year and a week
Tryna marry me, bitch'll be better waitin' on til you 53
Niggas tryna bury me, they'll be better off waitin' till they 63

[Hook]

Yours lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Benji Glo)

[Hook:]
What you talking for, keep your mouth closed
Keep your mouth closed, if you ain't talking 'bout dough
You ain't get dough, you ain't got dough
You live with ya mama, in her household
I'm ballin out though, and I got dough
And I got hoes, and I got clothes
Bitch I got weed, and I got jewels
And I got mines, and I got yours

[Verse 1 - Chief Keef:]
I was riding in that thingy, his bitch like freaky
Me i l like speeding
Ridin in them demons
Your thot don't speak english, me I speak Engla (England)
Money Danita
Pull up in the creature
My son ride the forgis
Me I ride visas
Kay Kay Get that cash boy
Me I got visas
He say he got swag but me I got ether
He say he got Springfield me I got Lisa
Your bitch up finna three way I met her this week
She said that she a keeper thotie then keep her
The fuck I look like Peta
Da fuck you look like Tigga
Hell naw I be in the club like I'm legal

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Benji Glo:]
See I'm riding in that beamer, in the two seater
Boolin with a thotie
Thotie is eaters
Im smoking on some Rifa
Red in my two litter
Paid 6 for my shades another 6 for my sneakers
3hunna that my savages, they kill for no reason
Run up on Benji, Haha you tweaking
Everybody know I can't see Its not a secret
She say her boyfriend go deep, but baby I go deeper
She say he gettin' money, I don't believe her
Me i be juggin, R-Riding with me heater
I got molly Xanax, Weed too, come see me
In the trap playing with them keys call me stevie

[Hook]

Win lyrics - Chief Keef

[Intro:]
What do my fans mean to me? You know of course
My fans gon' mean the world to me
Without them there wouldn't be no Almighty Sosa, Chief Sosa, None of that.
Almighty Glo Gang, you know what I'm sayin'
None of that. So my fans mean a lot to me. I mean they always say
"Aww you pushed it back" oh no I don't push it back
All I'm tryna do is make sure shit is right. You know what I'm sayin'
I mean, everybody want that "Old Sosa", it's not gon' happen
Chief Sosa, I'm 'bout mothafuckin' 6000 years old
Remember when I used to be sayin' I was 300 all the time?
I'm 6000 mothafuckas. I'm older, I'm a grown boy
You know what I'm sayin', I been sayin' I was a grown boy
But I'm a real grown boy this time. You know what I'm sayin'
I'm grown, I'm glo'd up, man I got and glo'd up, grown up
Whatever you wanna say. And there won't be none of that old shit
You know what I'm sayin'
You talkin' 'bout shit when I was 16 years old
You know what I'm sayin'
I'm mothafuckin' 20... I'm 6000, you know what I'm sayin'
Anyways, yeah gang shit. I love my fans, and I love the haters
I love the people who fuck with me one thou-wow
I love the mothafuckas who talk behind my back one thou-wow
Gang shit, [ad libs]

[Hook:]
I like winnin' [x8]
All I know is win, win, win, win, win, win, win [x2]

[Verse 1:]
All I know is money, all I know is win
It's cause I'm gettin' money
I hope you don't get offended
I get some money at 6, and I get some money at 10
At 5, at 4, at 3-2-1 right now
I'm a diamond in the sky, all I know is win
Niggas two-faced, I don't want no friends
I like being my, I don't want no twin
I can do this shit again and again

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I like money, I like women
I like FL1's, I like 50's
I like Benjis, I like Jacksons
I like bullets, I like ratchets
I be gettin' money, smokin' on cat piss
Sippin' lean, smokin' on dead man
I came here for the money
You ain't got the exits
I hit the exit, hoppin' on the interstate
I glo fuckin' money, it's what's on my dinner plate
I know I'm kinda late, I had a meeting at 10 today
I like weed, love hoes, you love em well to wait
You love em every way, that shit so [?]
I'm rollin', yo bitch told me she love me like [?]
I'm on the win, fuck a roll, lemme see what my schedule say
Smokin' dope in my mansion, fuck what the tele say
Walk in the bank tryna see what the bank teller say
I was finna say...

[Hook]

I Want Some Money lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
I need me some money, where it's at, where the spot?
How much they talkin', they got some guap
I’m at peace with money, you countin' guap
You want some guap, you love the guap
I got feats with guap, you wanna get some
You gone get some, then go and get some
Bitch I eat a lot, I want some money
I want some money, I want some money

[Verse 1:]
M-O-N-E-Y, I need it
That bitch top is right, aye, I feel it
And then when I’m done, that money I get it
I belong to suns, it's cold outside got my shirt like I’m feeling
I be smoking chronic, you be smokin' that midget
One by one by one, like bitches that money I get it
OG in my lungs, its a cough coming up, lil nigga I feel it
Pull up with them guns like bow bow bow bow nigga I did it
I come from the slums, I made it out fuck nigga then I win
Pull up witcha guns, wanna bow bow bow bow nigga I’m with it
Wanna come up in this restroom naw naw naw nigga out the shits
And I treat the money like beef I eat cow cow cow cow nigga let's get it

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Pull up K start wrestling and I let my dog get out
You ain’t talkin' money and you want some beef you can get shot
For a show a hundred racks Imma bring my hundred shot
I’m a spark my own shit I got me and money got me
Pull up with the street sweeper pussy you'se a running rabbit
You bunny rabbit, pull up with a gun that's savage
Pull up in a car thats savage but bitch I’m a lil bastard
Come from Chiraq, but I’m rich, bitch, now I live in Cali
Bitch I’m all about a salary all the calories all the money
I need that boxer money, if you ain’t talking then yall don’t love me
I be bossin' honey let me fuck and yall gone love me
She wanna fuck me nis member she said that I was ugly

[Hook]

"Nobody" (2014)

• Ain't Just Me lyrics - Chief Keef
• Oh Lawd lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)
• Already lyrics - Chief Keef
• Fast N Furious lyrics - Chief Keef
• Fishin lyrics - Chief Keef
• Funny lyrics - Chief Keef
• Gooey lyrics - Chief Keef
• Hard lyrics - Chief Keef
• Nobody lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Kanye West)
• Pit Stop lyrics - Chief Keef
• Twelve Bars lyrics - Chief Keef
• Yeah Now lyrics - Chief Keef

Ain't Just Me lyrics - Chief Keef

[Intro:]
I know doe, I know doe
Sosa you flexin', babygirl I know doe
It ain't just me girl
She like Sosa you flexin' babygirl I know doe

[Hook:]
It ain't just me girl, I'm riding Forgi's in the snow doe
It ain't just me girl, you know I got my pole too
It ain't just me girl, and I'm a let it blow too
It ain't just me girl, it's just me and Cobra
It ain't just me girl, still slumpin' niggas over
It ain't just me girl, still I'm Almighty Sosa
It ain't just me girl, that's the type of shit you gotta take notes of

[Verse:]
It ain't just me girl, I'm still pourin' 4's up
I'm still smoking dope when I'm not suppose to
Put this Glock to ya brain, let it blow
Now I got yo blood, over these Balenciaga's
That I just paid 6 double O fo'
I'm still a smoker cause I hate being sober
I ain't scared of no nigga that can bleed all over me
It's about money then I'll be all over it
Smoking weed with THC all over it
Boy yo weed got seeds all over it
Like Tony Montana who I trust me
It ain't about money don't talk to me
They shooting for me they walking with me
Come thru lightin' shit up like get in a coffin please
She like you Sosa flexin' babygirl I know doe

[Hook]

Oh Lawd lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

[Intro:]
Oh lawd
Looking back then you’ll be like oh lawd

[Hook:]
Looking back then, you’ll be like oh lawd
Look at me now, you’ll be like oh lawd
Looking back then, you’ll be like oh lawd
Look at me now, you’ll be like oh lawd
That bitch seen my chain and she was like oh lawd, oh lawd
I gave her that thang and she was like oh lawd
Niggas seen my earrings and they was like oh boy, oh boy
But he know never try to rob Almighty So, boy

[Verse 1 - Chief Keef:]
Come thru killing shit, dropping shit
Or I do a hit list bitch on my Dodgers shit
Niggas steady talking about popping out
We gon' start popping shit
Nigga gon' be on that roster again
Like fuck da Feds
They mad cause a young nigga made it and got ahead
They wanna lock me up and throw away the key
That's not fair, I made it up outta there
Now I'm ridin' round totin' choppas
Ridin' round shootin' blocks up
Everybody mad cause I'm gettin' that guap up
Nothin's gonna make me stop it
Nuh-uh, no
Gettin' to my money, choppa waterfall
Give a fuck bout new cars but I don't want it all
We some Energizer bunny y'all
Even though you ain't got them
I just run up with my Glock up
I just spent 40 thousand on Balenciaga's
Baby I don't like no Prada

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Tadoe:]
I took her to the crib, she like "oh lawd"
She never seen a mansion with glass floors
I’m stuck up in my glory, I ignore her
I got some top and kicked her out the door
I put her in the whip, she like "oh lawd"
She said she done fuckin' with lil boys
They ain't got no guap, ain't makin' no noise
She hit my dope, it knock her out like Floyd, oh lawd
For these shoes I paid bout four, oh lawd
I bought a pint and po'd a fourth
Pockets fat like ass on contour
200 on the dash in my car, oh lawd

[Verse 3 - Chief Keef:]
My pockets fat like the ass of Kim K, oh lawd
How I'm runnin' through this cake, oh lawd
Car I'ma drive today, oh lawd
Remember when I ain't have nothin' before
Now I can have it all
Problem is that I won't stop til I fall
Don't care bout none of y'all

[Hook]

Oh lawd, oh lawd

Already lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
This bitch give me top, already
I'm bout to spend this guap
I'm bout to send some shots
I think I seen a opp
I think I seen the cops
Played that shit already
Smoke straight for breakfast
Flexin' get justice
Cops tryna Breathalyze
But they know I'm high

[Verse:]
Already fed too much food in my Bentley
It's already got one, I seen it, I get it
She already askin' me one hundred and one questions
She already gave me top, I'm gone, no second guessin'
They already gave me guap, I ain't goin' back flatline
They already gave me love, I ain't goin' for less now
I already sprayed my Glock, I ain't gettin finessed man
I already played these cops, they ain't finding my weapons
Already, already, they call ready, already
She gon' give me top, guess what, my balls ready
Already, and I got a ball so yes I'm ball ready
Already, I'm ball til I fall, I guess I'm fall ready
Already

[Hook]

Fast N Furious lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Paul Walker bitch, Fast N Furious
Ridin' real fast and I'm serious
Is ya getting money boy? I'm curious
All this money making me delirious
Paul Walker bitch, Fast N Furious
In a jet, bitch I am lerious
Shining bright bitch
My diamonds are the silliest
My bitches are the prettiest
My cars are hideous

Bitches look like monsters
Bitch them bitches look like Tonkas
I'm riding in a Tonka
Looking like I'm Yao
Yao Ming, bitch I'm with the Houston Rockets (aye)
And I got the rocket in my pocket
Best believe I will pop it (aye)
Best believe you'll get dropped and be rolling
Can't tell witcha breath nigga hold it
Hear the ambulance come
I hope they can save ya son (aye aye)
I hope they can save ya homeboy
Shouldn't have been playin' homeboy
What the fuck was ya sayin' homeboy?
GRA-TA-TAH-DUH-DUH-DUH, we ain't playing homeboy

[Hook]

Fishin lyrics - Chief Keef

[Intro:]
Nigga I ain't fearin I got my pistol
Lucky that mothafucka love ain't
Let me hit you or get you!

[Hook:]
You wanna fuck with the kid
Wanna know where I live
But I'm walkin round with the sig
I'm a get your ass up outta here
Boy I don't fuck with the pigs
On digits, I'm six
I'm only shark that fish
And I catch big fish and I'm fishin'
Tryna bring the bricks in, let them bitches see it
Found out a nigga fuckin' with my bricks
You gon' get two to the shit
Found out a nigga fuckin' my bitch
I don't give two fucks or shit
Ridin' foreign cars, nigga you won't pull past this shit

[Verse 1:]
Fuck nigga, I done paid 22 for some kicks
Fuck nigga, I done paid 22 for the wrist
Fade 50 for the chain, 50 for the chain, bling
Walk in, all the bitches better know my name
Almighty So, Chief So, shit ain't changed
Niggas think I changed cause I got me a little change
Smokin' on this fuck nigga tooka till I can't feel my brain
Like Tony Hawk bitch this Sosa, no it ain't Lil Wayne
Bitch I'm Flocka with the flames
MJ with the fade away
Bitch I'm Ballout with the bricks
Cause I done had 50 bricks on my mothafuckin' wrist
So I'm Sosa Escobar, Pablo
And I'm coolin with my vatos, eatin tacos
Look at a brain dead bitch, I'm like paco

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
No one on the corner got a swagger like me, I'm big flee
Fresh Giuseppe's up on the concrete, at a Fe Fe
Remember on the corner with a jacket slangin D
And slangin that C to every fuckin fiend
Every junkie, even police
Niggas know not to run up on Chief Sosa
Cause he got that heat and he gon' let it breathe
I know he talkin' but I'm gon' let you see
When the pistol come up what the uppercut mean
Baby I don't listen to nothin' but me
Baby I don't be gettin nothin' but G's but I'm a G
Got a Jesus piece, y'all know that I fuck with Jesus
She see my neck and freezes
Cause I go like I been in the freezer

[Hook]

Funny lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Walked in the spot, smellin' like ganja
Walked in the spot, smellin' like money
Walked out the spot, hop in my car, skooskoo riding
Pull up on my plug, beep beep, I'm back in traffic
Hopped in my car, straight hotboxing
Bitch's mouth dropped when she see the top dropping
And my mouth drop when I see a lot of money
Funny, swear that this shit ain't funny

[Verse 1:]
I just get the money then I'm goin' out in public, stuntin'
Shoulda never gave a young nigga money
Fresh as fuck, lookin' like I'm goin' on a luncheon
Now I got a belly of a beast, I be munchin'
Beauty of the beast, diamonds dancin'
With G-L-O-G-A-N-G, ridin' Asanti's
But don't make my pistol sing like Ashanti
I beat that mothafucka, Tina Turner
Cops on us, nigga turned
I'm runnin', I ain't gettin' searched
Get away, I be first
I'm in this shit til the dirt

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Throw that money to me and I'm a catch it
Gang banging throwin' sets, bitch
Chain hangin' on my neck, bitch
Wrist hurt, my watch be doin' damage
I stay smokin' on that cat piss
You still be smokin' on that cat shit
Choppin' up this shit like I'm from Texas
New car, I just got it
I heard you be on that flex shit
Put this pistol to your biceps bitch
Bought a pound and smoked the ganja that quick
In my car bitch, I'm Sosa so I like fast shit
Walked up in the spot, smelled wet shit
So I'm like, "Who the fuck is smokin' that shit?"
Walked up out the spot with every damn bitch
But I'm in a two-seater, all of 'em can't fit

[Hook]

Gooey lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
I got louie, I got gucci, I got bitches give me coochie
I wear Louie and Gucci bitch, call that shit that Gooey
I wear Hermes wear Burbouie
And my Trueys hold my toolie
My Louie hold my cash and my Gucci hold my jewelry

[Verse:]
When I'm traveling my Gucci hold my clothes
When I'm traveling my Louie hold my clothes
And my pants hold my rolls
I gotta take off my damn shoes cause I ain't got no Jet yet bitch
Still making niggas upset bitch
Come through we shooting at your neck and shit bitch
Like I thought you was with the shit bitch?
They steady asking why I don't go to the awards
Cause I can't go to the awards with my damn pole or my bros
Cause they gone act a fool
Taking chains niggas act up then BOOM-BOOM BANG BANG!
Money be the color of my veins nigga
Gold the color of my chains nigga
Yellow diamonds white diamonds
Bling bling nigga! Bling bling Nigga

Hard lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
She don't accept me, but she speak to my watch
She won't regret me, when she let me fuck
She won't look at me, but she see I go hard
I had to put my beamer in park
I pull up on the house and she want it hard
She hop up on me and then she ride it hard
Then I go outside and keep grindin' hard

[Verse 1:]
It ain't my boys then, I don't give no fuck
It is then, I don't give a fuck
Money ain't that much, I'll give it up
Pull up, give 500 to a cluck
Life ain't that much, I'll live it up
I'll just get a blunt, I'll fill it up
Hop up in my beamer, I'll fill it up
Everybody eatin', I'll bill it up
Baby I'll keep my mouth closed, I'll seal it up
I won't lie to you, I'm real as fuck

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I'm all about my Feddi, so soften your top
And fuck if she let me, then I been by her
I spend by her, I went by her
I fucked on her, I flexed on her
I love Beamer's and Bentley's
Remember dreamin' of them
Now I can hop in any
And be speeding in them
She knows my boys always with me
And I'm bleeding with them

[Hook:]
She don't accept me, but she speak to my watch
She won't regret me, when she let me fuck
She won't look at me, but she see I go hard
I had to put my beamer in park
I pull up on the house and she want it hard
She hop up on me and then she ride it hard
Then I go outside and keep grindin' hard

Nobody lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Kanye West)

[Chief Keef (Kanye West):]
(If I can't fear nobody
I bet I can't just talk to them)
I don't fear nobody
I can't hear nobody
I can't see nobody
Can't compete with nobody no
Nobody
Nobody
(You really don't understand do you?)

[Chief Keef:]
Fear nobody
Fear nobody
I brought my shotty right up in the party
No bodyguard, just see the squad and me
What's in my pockets, I brought Ben Franklins with me
What's in my house, 7,000 square feet
My bank account, I swear it's no telling
All type of amounts, just so I get spending
What's all around, fake niggas act friendly
Cause I'm on now, gotta keep it near me
Cause niggas are smile, but really befriend me
Bitches act down, but really ain't into me
They just want my count, heard I got them milli's
Can't go like that now, I'ma keep it pimpin'
Pistols all around, don't try catch me slippin'
Remember my mama used to warn me
Now I can buy her ass anything

[Chief Keef:]
I don't fear no one
War time, I'm gon' give me one
Where I'm from you gotta walk 'round with your gun
But I made it out, just to get some money
(You really don't understand do you?)
Now I'm riding what I want
Fuckin' any thot I want
I be buying any thing I want
Remember when I was broke
(You really don't understand do you?)
They thought I was a joke
(You really don't understand do you?)
That money, I was so in love with you
Til' I die, I'ma sing to you
Cause I love you, I wanna be with you
(You really don't understand do you?)

Pit Stop lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
I just get the money then I run with that
Run with that shit like a running back
When I catch a thot, boy I'm fuckin' that
I hit it from the back and from the side
Bitch I get top and I get guap
But that better be yo watch that don't tick tock
Pants saggin' cause in 'em is big knots
I pull up and I pull off like a pit stop

[Verse 1:]
Roll around town with my big Glock
Catch a opp, he gon' get his shit broken
In that red thang, they like "Who is that?"
Yeah bitch, I went and got my shit done
Pull up in that fire truck
In that fire truck that light you up
I'm upsettin' ya
I'm irregular, machete stuff
Money flyin' everywhere, confetti stuff
All I eat is green, bitch, veggie stuff
And I don't do that lessie stuff
I pull up in famous trucks

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Watch out, I'm 18 and I'm drivin' fast
Hop up in my car and then I dot a dash
I killed the dash, I drugged the dash
Bitch, whatchu mean I whipped the dash
I whip it like I'm whippin' work
My wrist look like I whip the work
Bitch you know I whip the work
I will show you how my pistol work
I felt the work and sent the work
Heavy nigga, show you how a center work
If it's bout that guap you know I'll get to work
They should've never gave a young nigga work

[Hook]

Twelve Bars lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Twelve million, it's just me and twelve chillin'
Think I got bout twelve children
Think I got bout twelve million
I think I got bout twelve cars
Bitches like cause I'm a star
I can buy bout twelve bars
So twenty bitches get twelve bars

[Verse 1:]
I'm off twelve bars
Drivin' twelve cars hella fast
I met twelve stars
That was twelve blunts, gettin' high

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Throw them pounds bitch, I need twelve large
I just picked up bout twelve thots
Need it go and buy twelve cars
This shit isn't easy, ain't that damn hard
My money so, go so damn hard
Gotta do it cause my famlar
Once you walk in the club buy twelve bottles
Niggas try me, give em twelve hollows

[Hook]

Yeah Now lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah [x4]
Yeah, I spend that guap, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I fucked your thot, yeah yeah
She say I'm cute but I get that a lot, yeah yeah
Baby I'm almighty so flexing like yeah yeah

If you flexin' then just join me
But please do not disappoint me
Tryna flex up on me, you'll be disappointed
Roll up to the spot, ten pounds of that funky
I don't smoke that reggie doe
Got that 93 octane, Texico
Got some shootas out in Mexico
Pull up, get that check then go
Three thousand dollar bag, what is it inside?
Twenty G's on my True Religion pants
Don't sell that bullshit, I ain't gon' buy it
For that cash, yeah I hop up in my car outside
Catch you slippin', catch your thot outside
Tell your thot to hop up in my ride
Now we cruising gettin' high
She told me you was just lyin'

[Hook]

"Back From The Dead 2" (2014)

• Feds Intro lyrics - Chief Keef
• Paper lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Gucci Mane)
• Whole Crowd lyrics - Chief Keef
• Faneto lyrics - Chief Keef
• Blurry lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)
• Cops lyrics - Chief keef
• Where Is Waldo lyrics - Chief Keef
• Farm lyrics - Chief Keef
• Homie lyrics - Chief Keef
• Sets lyrics - Chief Keef
• Dear lyrics - Chief Keef
• Stupid lyrics - Chief Keef
• Cuz lyrics - Chief Keef
• Who Is That lyrics - Chief Keef
• Smack DVD lyrics - Chief Keef
• Cashin lyrics - Chief Keef
• Moral lyrics - Chief Keef
• Swag lyrics - Chief Keef
• Wayne lyrics - Chief Keef
• B's lyrics - Chief Keef

Feds Intro lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Hit a nigga up I don't give a fuck
I'mma smoke tooka 'til I lose it
Hit a nigga with this mothafuckin' Uzi
Leave a nigga mothafuckin' clueless
Take a Swisher blunt and fill it up
I can't hear the noise cause that's how I do it
Smoking sticky weed cause that's how I grew it
Four wheel drive nigga how I flew it
Up this choppa then hit you up
Then pick you up that bitch lift you up
I dropped some racks and I picked it up
Ballin', take the ball and kick it up
Pull on your block with a lot of guns
Let off a lot of shots now it's red nigga
Ain't no yellow tape it's red nigga
Still watching out for the feds nigga

Hit a nigga up I don't give a fuck
I'll do drugs 'til I'm dead nigga
Middle fingers nigga no lead nigga
Then get shots to the head nigga
Come through spark when I can nigga
Start running hope yo pussy ass gets winded nigga
There's a gun tucked in my unders and up this bitch thunder
I'ma chase your ass while you running
Smoking sticky pack stinky onion
I come though and I'm stunting
I'm always fresh like I'm going to a luncheon
Spent twenty bands today, got twenty bands this morning
I'm in London with Kanye and we smoking on that chronic
For him throw your ass in a lake
These bullets have your pussy ass running
I wonder, I wonder why these fuck niggas be stunting
That role you ain't even got to play
I know your pussy ass watching

[Hook]

Lil' Fufu ass where they do that at
Where who be at where you be at
Pull up on a nigga block where foolie at
Catch your ass nigga where your toolie at
I'm high bitch like Cooly ass
You ain't making no hits yo bootie ass
Come through with my guns and they loonie ass
Shooting at any nigga goofy ass
My cuckoo ass came through with a mac
My Zoes come through and put a tool on your ass
You got a lil dash, I got two in the dash
Rich fuck nigga gon' lose his gas
Got my jewels in the coup and the goo with the loop
We be the goo when the goo in the bag
Moving the crews and I'm moving the loot
Whip pistols, catch you, it's a trap
Never like it nigga know how I move
With tools a gang a crew and goo
Running them hoes get it back them Rolls
I loop I loop I loop I loop
I don't give a fuck I run my shooters
They shoot and shoot and shoot and shoot
R.I.P BL double O D soo woo, soo woo, soo woo, soo woo

[Hook]

Paper lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Gucci Mane:]
I ain't really havin' no paper problems
Man I'm just tryna get paper
That young nigga that got a paper problem
He can't get to no paper
I ain't never had no paper problems
Nigga I been gettin' paper
That young nigga got a paper problem
Cause he never had no paper, paper, paper
Paper, man I got so much paper
Don't smoke my weed in papers
Don't buy blunts that got flavors, nah

[Gucci Mane:]
I just touched down in Jamaica, I'ma try to smoke two acres
Send a nigga to his maker, be cheaper to cremate ya
Fuck the nigga and the bitch that made ya
You ain't really doing that major
Gotta eat for the water extendo, like bally bally water
Big timer, timer, timer got a timepiece full of diamonds
Sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle, got your girl gone off that Molly
Ballin' in the VI-, don't I look so icy
I need to go to rehab, addicted to Ferrari's
My Royce go rollin' like brrrrr nigga
My yellow go rollin', brrrrr, brrrrr, nigga
I concur that you're not real nigga
So man I don't even wanna deal wit ya
And the niggas that you with is some bitch niggas
Cause they know you lame and they still with ya
One to get ya then I'm comin' to get ya
When I shoot nigga it ain’t hard to hit ya nigga

[Gucci Mane:]
I ain't really havin' no paper problems
Man I'm just tryna get paper
That young nigga that got a paper problem
He can't get to no paper
I ain't never had no paper problems
Nigga I been gettin' paper
That young nigga got a paper problem
Cause he never had no paper, paper, paper
Paper, man I got so much paper
Don't smoke my weed in papers
Don't buy blunts that got flavors, nah
Paper, paper, man I got so much paper
That young nigga got a paper problem
Cause he ain't never had no paper, paper, paper

[Chief Keef:]
They like Sosa, why you runnin' thru 100 thousand?
I ain't never had no paper
I ain't 'Wop, I ain't Jay, but I was making 500 every day
Make One Call Send A Stain That’s Caper Problem
Caper Gone Pull That K
Run in your house, where your safe
Anything to get that cake
In the club wilin'
Make it rain in this bitch cause it's hot and bitches crawlin'
Let a nigga try me
Fuck around, fuck around, fuck around, fuck around
And meet his daddy
Smokin' on a fattie
And my pocket is a fattie
All I fuck with is fatties
Boy hope you ready
Coming real hard like the G that's after the 'a'in spaghetti
I'm wearin' lunatics, I don't do Nelly
Hey, I'm rolling and I don't know Kelly
Racks up in my jeans and I don't know Billie
Walked up in saks, throwin' up racks, they smell me

[Gucci Mane:]
I ain't really havin' no paper problems
Man I'm just tryna get paper
That young nigga that got a paper problem
He can't get to no paper
I ain't never had no paper problems
Nigga I been gettin' paper
That young nigga got a paper problem
Cause he never had no paper, paper, paper
Paper, man I got so much paper
Don't smoke my weed in papers
Don't buy blunts that got flavors, nah
Paper, paper, man I got so much paper
That young nigga got a paper problem
Cause he ain't never had no paper, paper, paper

Whole Crowd lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
I don't like lil bets, I win whole pots
I don't like lil hoes I get old thots
I like new gwop and old gwop
Remember letting tools pop in O-block
And I'm on verses that shit sold out
I don't like white nigga, bring that gold out
Smoking on this green dope is so loud
I got enough Tooka for the whole crowd

Walk up in the show that shit sold out
And we walk up in the show with poles out
Let a nigga try me he get blown down
Referee whistle I am so foul
If you ain't no nigga now you know now
I'm in my BD stance, ten toes down
Life a roller coaster bitch it Glo round
On that scoop so I'm finna go and scoop your ho now
When I hit the bank I am so proud
Just got some money in and it so loud
You smoke dirty weed that ain't no loud
Boy that pack for kids that is so child
Pull up on your bitch then take off wild
I push it to the limit I'm Rick Ross now

[Hook]

I got enough Tooka for the whole crowd
Who wanna smoke now, I got dope now
I got a lotta pack, lotta thrax
Lotta X, lotta flats bitch, lotta narcotics bitch
I pop a flat, aimin at, at your neck bitch
Catch you lacking, should of had your asses bitch
Pull up in that wolf this is not a Lex bitch
She like "ain't you Chief Keef," I'm like "Yes bitch"
Bitch nigga it's cracking
Get up off the porch no lacking
Ride up on you slide the door back, audience clap bitch
We take what you taxing, split it up like magic

[Hook]

Faneto lyrics - Chief Keef

Gang, gang, gang, gang (Sosa on the beat)
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
Nigga, nigga, nigga

[Hook:]
I'm a gorilla in a fuckin' coupe, finna pull up to the zoo, nigga
Told you, nigga, who the fuck is you? I don't know, nigga
No, nigga, pull up on your blocks, we gon' blow, nigga
Go, nigga, run, nigga, run from the po', nigga (police nigga)
Gas what I smoke nigga
Feds at my door, jump out the window, nigga
Know you can't get no money silly ho
I just hit a stain, faneto

Talkin' out his neck, pistol to his throat
Blow this motherfucker, he gone choke
On the ground, on the floor
Someone pick him up, take him to the morgue
I'm ridin' through New York
Finna go and shoot New Jersey up
Tryna take my chain, I ain't goin'
We gon' come and blow New Jersey up
You want something? Hurry up
Boy who you tryna to rob, bitch we 30'd up
Just like Wokcano, bitch I'm Curry'd up
Cheese in my pockets, Velveeta

[Hook]

I just hit a stain, fanego
I just hit a stain, faneto
I just got 20 for a fuckin' 4
I spent that shit on a fuckin' coat
With my ear, now I got one earlobe
But I'ma still put some diamonds on him
Baby girl these diamonds are not phony
This car I got, it came from Barcelona
These shoes I got, came from fuckin' Paris (15hun?)
This bitch mad cause I don't do marriage
Let a nigga slide, no we don't do scary
We tote pistols, no we don't do worry (Bang Bang)

[Hook]

Blurry lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

[Hook - Chief Keef:]
Ask grandma for fifty, grandma she gave me a hundred
I ran off with the money, then brought back some money
Smoking green dope shit reekin like fried onions
I take any money, hoes, money, hoes, money
I be trapping, I ain't lacking, nigga I ain't worried
I will let my Glock blow, nigga I ain't scared
I'm a warrior with a thirty, nigga I ain't Curry
Check out my watch nigga my diamonds nigga, they ain't blurry

[Chief Keef:]
I was in Wokcano's eating on some curry
But wanting to hit thirty-four bitch that's Eddy Curry
I'm still smoking loud even though you hear me
Bitch I'm in the field White Sox Paul Konerko
Get my hittas on you, Ronald Belasario
To that bitch that gave me head last night nerdy ho
Throwing money in the club I'm a pitcher run your's up
And I swear my watch a thot, it is a lil flirty ho
Pull up doing hits, eating on some cereal
White chocolate, white milk, red cheerios
Shoot the red guts out a nigga [?] material
Bitch I'm trapping in my trap dancing like Lil TerRio

[Hook]

[Tadoe:]
White 'vette, pull up red interior
Engine too damn loud, I'm not hearing ya
Four nickel on my hip, I'm not fearing ya
Hollows hit your face it's bacteria

[Chief Keef:]
Bitch I'm trapping out the hemi-a
Bitch I'm trapping with the semi tucked
Got a thousand for a hundred pack then pick it up

[Tadoe:]
Nigga said can he be Glo I'm not feeling ya
Bitch I'm in the trap I'm counting all these silly bucks
Dirty money, but it came in clean as fuck
All this jewelry on got me blinging up
Nigga want war, tell him set it up

[Hook]

Cops lyrics - Chief keef

[Hook:]
My watch is so flirty, take your bitch, I bet he can
My gun is so dirty, yours Hi-Point, I bet he jam
This ain't peanut butter, I can't be up in these jams
Pussy niggas tell it, y'all can't be up in these slams
Cops done met us on your block, we in that jam, out that jam
Pussy niggas stop that flexin', you know you ain't 'bout that there
Say you're a shooter, nigga stop right there
Red beam your head, put the dot right there
With the 50 niggas with Glocks right there
Vroom vroom nigga then the cops right there

Pull up on your strip with the hollow tip, startin' shit
Take a whiff of this here, my gun fun and shit, pardon it
Bulldog with the 4 5th, and I target it, I did it
30 shots on my hip, and I bargained it, I did it
30 karats on my wrist, they just shine and shit, pardon it
Fuck niggas act like fish, pulled up and sardined it, I did it
Ridin' down your block, just came from silence
Bitch we lightin' shit
Bitch I run this shit, this ain't a rally, bitch we climbin' shit
Jumped out the porch when I was 9 and shit
On the block totin' a 9 and shit
Runnin' up, committin' crimes and shit
Them bein' on that grimy shit
Now my jewelry bling as shit
Now I'm the biggest thing and shit
Smokin' on dope, the blue dream and shit
This shit got me dreamin' and shit

[Hook]

You got a Hi-Point, aye, nigga what?
You think with that Hi-Point, aye, you finna bust?
You think you're a hard boy, aye, nigga what?
Creepin' down the pavement, aye, finna buck, up
With them slugs
Shoot you in your face and your nuts
Nigga, aye, what's up
With all these fuck niggas, talkin' a bunch of nothin'?
Scooby Doo shucks, when we pullin' up
Shootin' up trucks, shootin' up your cars
Nigga run up, done up, hah, yeah, wish you luck
Click clack these guns, make 'em hot, these hoes fizzin' up
Sizzlin' up

[Hook]

Where Is Waldo lyrics - Chief Keef

Done nigga, done nigga, you're done nigga
Done nigga, done nigga, you're done nigga
Done nigga, done nigga, you're done nigga
Done nigga, done nigga, you're done nigga
You're done nigga, you're done, you're done
You're done nigga

[Hook:]
Niggas think this Swisha Sweet
I got niggas that come through shootin'
Shootin' at you, where your crew? Where your guwap?
Where's your loot
You don’t get this shit back
I advice your ass to get back
Your ass can get wacked
With this click-clack
I'm the man around this bitch man
Check on my wrist watch
Check on my necklace
Check on my bitches
Hoes call my phone though
Knock knock, it's money at my front door
Then I pull up in the black thing
The kids like oh where Waldo at

Finna hit Wells Fargo
Pick up about four
Oh comma
Triple zero
I'm bout my Dinero like Robert Deniro
Being real ain't hard, shit so simple
Doing this shit ain't hard, this shit so simple
I don't like niggas comin' through, bust a niggas pimple
All this choppa click clack gla gla
Nigga do the limbo
I’m a king, I’m a lion, check out my sign I’m a symbol
Pull up on your block bow bow bow bow
Now we running from the damn folks
Bitch it’s Glo Gang and 06406 are my kinfolks
Pull up to the show in bout 10 cars now we shootin' up your damn limo
I remember Spinning up steamers and runnin' from the cops in a rental

[Hook]

I'm the man around this bitch baby
Or should I call you little lady
I'll call your ass bitch though, cause I'm so crazy
This nigga think he gone play me
Shoot dice, let your ho fade me
Blood gang I’m so brazy [?]
Pistol to a lil nigga forehead
Call up money, she so fine, she be in my pocket
She in my wallet, she at my shows, she at my concerts
She buy me shoes and she buy me ganja
She buy me guns, she bought my watch
She bought my necklace, she bought my ice
She bought everything I own
She bought my house, she bought my life
Niggas want war? Then aite
We don’t pop out, bitch we slide
Hop in the cars then ride
Pull up on an op block, blast his ass inside
I be like okay, okay, okay
Say hello to my lil thang
The lil thang got 100 in the thang 1 in the chamber
Stoppin' traffic, switchin' lanes

Gang gang gang, nigga
Bang bang bang, nigga
Bang bang bang, nigga

[Hook]

Farm lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Bitch I'm beaming beaming smoking stinky
Earring looking like they supposed to be on my fucking pinky
Tearing up the mall, I be speedin'
What you wearing ain't even up to fucking season
Take the fucking ball, and I knee it
Cause I'm fucking balling for no reason
I spent a car on a M.O.N.C. Moncler
I smoke kush like I grow it on a farm yeah

Bitch I smoke trees like I grow dem
Who is these niggas I don't know dem
They don't be smoking dope like me and bro'nem
Folks'nem, Glo'nem
Got a weed license like I grew him I smoke him
I'm in the Beamer catch his Benz, blow them
I caught him shooting dice and I rolled him
My pistol's fabulous I call him Los'nem
Smoking on this Tooka cause I know him
You can't stop a Amtrak railroad him
Bitch I'm Sosa Joc, it can go down
2-4 Black Disciples, ten toes down

[Hook]

I be smoking tons yeah
Too much kush for my lungs yeah
Walk in the mall spending money having fun yeah
I'm Gloing LED 4K TV and Suns yeah
1080p I was born in '83 I'm lying yeah
I been doing this shit since I was a youngin' ask my mom yeah
Smoke so much crop like I grew up on a farm yeah
Bitch steady talking I'm like "Is you done?" she like "Yeah"
I'm gliding in that bitch skert skert bitch I be stunting
Your boyfriend talking shit huh huh huh I get money
Pull on his block and shit duh duh duh I be gunnin'
Here come the cops and shit skuh skuh skuh I be runnin'

[Hook]

Homie lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Bitch, I got the SIG on me, I got the big on me
And I got the pump, get a swig, homie
You dig, homie, did you hear, homie?
If you dig, put these pistols to your ear, homie
Yeah, homie, shoot for a year, homie
You think you fly? We shooting down your lil homie
Yeah, homie, I love my bricks, I swear, homie
Try to take it, nigga, I dare, homie

Call Johnny Dang up, I need some bling
Remember when I ain't have shit, know I can have anything
You see me in traffic, I be speeding
Now the cops behind me, they don't want anything
Rolling with the goon on the way to the loot
Remember posting on 0-6-2 with rocks all in my shoes
Bitch, I cook the coop, this ain't nothing new
You ain't know, I'm off the wall, I thought you knew
My daughter is 2, my son name is Krüe
If they know you ain't got money, they will laugh at you
Pull up with my shooters, they shoot, I say who
Niggas can't act foolish, they know how they do

[Hook]

Smoke a nigga like a one hunnid
This a gun holder a one hunnid
You can hold 'bout one somethin'
You act like you on somethin'
You call my phone, you want somethin'?
You call my phone, you got money?
I got rap money, rock money
Got some weed and a Glock on me
Bullets we can swap, come through like a SWAT, homie
Your town is running out of the goddamn clock, homie
I'm from Chiraq, got these white socks on me
Got the semis in the cut, keep something slight on me

[Hook]

Dear lyrics - Chief Keef

Aye, Chief Sosa man, Almighty Sosa nigga, Guccid Sosa man
Aye, rest in peace Big Glo, rest in peace Morgan
Free Wop, free Slick nigga, gang gang nigga
Know how we bang bang nigga, fuck you talkin bout?
Niggas swear they comin', we ain't comin'
What the fuck you thought my nigga
We rockin' and we rollin' and
We pumpin' up and we don't pop out
Pop out with Glocks out nigga
Skoodooskoo nigga, dooladoo niggas
Bang nigga, aye
3 double O nigga, 6 double O nigga
Rest in peace real Lil Steve nigga
Fuck with y'all niggas
Free Rose nigga

[Hook:]
I just hit a lick, I'm finna take a trip
Might go to China, with a lotta grip
Grip up on my hip, Imma let it rip
And my pocket money, I'm professor built
Blood gang, I fuck with crips
Nigga I'm fuckin' dipped
Glo Gang, nigga we the fuckin' shit
I'm high bitch, I'm smokin'
They play me on your fuckin' strip
I got a letter, Imma start it off with "Dear"

Come thru in all black
White chocolate whistles
I got a gun
Why the fuck would I call some niggas?
A nigga said that he went on Chief Sosa, neva
I'm a fuckin' dog, ruff ruff get em'
Benihanas, ridin' through your block chefin'
If you gon bring a knife nigga don't bring not a weapon
I'm smokin' on the skunk and this is smelly
Chief Sosa Buddha cuz I got a big old belly
She said she want my time, but I can't tell it (thotty)
Its bling blingy, a nigga felt it
Swear these niggas always jokin'
Fuckin Mike Eppin'
Bitch I'm gettin' money, how am I jealous?
I ain't got no jets so I ride first class
I swear my fuckin' seat turn into a bed
The pilot saw my eyes and said they awfully red
I told him "I get high as you, I'm the man"

[Hook]

Dear miss, I'm that fuckin' nigga
Hot as ice, swear that I'm so sicka
Ruler in that contagious, that sicka
It's lookin' like a fuckin' sticker
I caught a stain, he get stepped up
With my zo's in Miami, flipped up
They bring them sticks out and stuck ya
You thinkin' that you hard, they push ya
I'm finna take a trip to Russia
Just gave 10 thousand to my fuckin' mother
And 20 to my grandmother
I left and told em' that I love em'
Called Kay Kay on the phone she like "Hey daddy"
"I like what you doin" swear she so happy
She want all the clothes
She wanna be so swaggy
I named my son Your Highness
I named my MAC Macky

[Hook]

Stupid lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Since I've been eating now I like a bunch of food
Who the fuck is you I don't run with you
I run with the Glo, I run with the crew
I run with the gang, I run with some shooters
Rolling in that stupid car
This big ass gun I'm toting this bitch stupid
Counting rolls holy this shit stupid
I don't believe in cupid that shit stupid

I'm blood gang bitch I'm booling bitch I'm booling
Fuck with the crips we cooling bitch we cooling
Nigga don't slip you lose it then you lose it
You ain't got your toolie then your dumb ass stupid
Shawty know I pull up in that foolish
You know how we roll know how that we maneuver
I got some top like adios I got to get this mula
Racks up in my ugly trus I've been doing this shit since [?]

[Hook]

Fifteen hundred for these shoes and that shit stupid
I don't even know the name of them but I just do it Nike
She don't give me brain then she maneuver
Merge the other way to the left like Beyonce
I ain't got to say this twice this ain't no delay
Doing one eighty up on the fucking freeway
Put my CD in put myself on replay
I can cut my dreads and sell them on Ebay

[Hook]

Cuz lyrics - Chief Keef

Sosa on the beat [x2]

[Hook:]
Car color soo woo
Seats same color crip
I'mma do me or do you
Cuz I got the stank on my hip
Baby I'm a fuckin' loose screw
Cuz I used to hang on the deck
All these fuckin' niggas fufu
I'm flashin' from my chain to my wrist

I'm smokin' on that fuckin' TuTu
With a fuckin' bang on my hip
Walk up on me, I do you
Ain't shit change over here
But my address and my jewels
All I do is blang over here
All the rims on the truck are [?]
All I do is switch lanes over here
Hop up in that fuckin' soo woo
Then I go and hang with the crips
Hop up in that fuckin' Blue's Clues
But bitches blood gang over here

[Hook]

Bang with the gang, gang bang gang
All I do is blang, look at my wrist Big Tymer's bling bling
I done named my son your highness, bitch that's a young king nigga
Pull up in that thing, what's her name
Trunk go wang wang, gang gang
Caught you at the light, that gun go bang bang, bang bang
Pull up in that ride in the left lane lane, lane lane
Baby I'mma fire on that flames flames, flames flames
All I do is get higher bitch I'm coolin' with the rain rain
Chopper bullets make 'em rain, rain
Pull up in that all red gang 'stang
All with that money up in my veins gang
Best to stay in back cuz you can't hang with gang

[Hook]

Who Is That lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Boy my fucking watch cost a brick
And my favorite car, the X6
Stop the fucking flexing boy you not with the shits
Point this pistol at his stomach, blow it nigga shit
Once we start taking streets, we start locking these shits
We popping shells, same size as Budweiser 6
Got some money still tote choppas and shit
Knock knock at my door, I'm at the peep hole like who is that?

What you need a fucking six pack?
Knocking on my door, is you with the damn feds?
What you need a fucking 10 pack?
Give me a hundred, pussy you can get that
You say fuck Glo out your mouth we push your fucking wig back
We got pistols in the club, fuck security we slid that
I flow so hard, it made bullet proof shit crack
I’m Snoop Dizzle I’m the motherfucking shiznat
I'm rolling in that [?]
All these hoes wanna give a kiss
I'm smoking on that piss sack
It smell like I just gone done taking a piss
You smoking on that shit pack
And it smell like you just got done taking a shit
Imma customize a SIG MAC
Cause you ain't never seen that shit
She suck my dick and i gave that bitch a tic-tac
Then told that ho to get the fuck out my shit
They come through gates, now we coming in the back
Catch yo ass barbecue you in with that
Dear Mr your honor I ain't sinning it yet
I'm just getting money I'm all in with that
HE should've could've would've he boy you couldn't shit
It's Back From the Dead 2, I'm zombie-ing bitch

[Hook]

Pull off coming back, turn you into a running back
Pull up in New Jersey, maybe in Bergen nigga, slump yo ass
I'm off the Henny, and the Pepsis, Xanax, and the Thrax
In the flesh, pull up leave a nigga flat
Leave a nigga on his back, he should've fucking had his backup
Bullets gave him a disease, now this pussy need a fucking checkup
Bullets gave his ass the hiccups, you want war nigga get up
On my auntie I paint pictures nigga, I bang nigga

[Hook]

Smack DVD lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Fuck nigga act like he want beef
Chopper spin his ass no DVD
Want beef get smacked no TV
Come through with the gat so 3-D
Straight war shit no peace treaties
Click clack off this chopper let it speak speak
I'm overflowing bitch you just a weak leak
I'm an over growing lion you a weak peach

I let the beat drop bitch
Up and let the heat pop bitch
Pull up you want the heat, stop bitch
We a moving truck, [?] bitch
I hang with a lot of fucking killer
And if you disrespect my niggas
Respect with the tec my nigga
That's what you 'gon get my nigga
Don't forget my nigga
Chief Sosa the shit my nigga
My watch cost a brick my nigga
And [?] fuck nigga

[Hook]

I'm an over growing lion you a weak peach
I'm a strong link you'se a weak leak
Bitch I got the beef links
And I got the full chain let the heat speak
Young snake cross the line you a tweak
You MC? What it be B?
I won' t tell I keep a secret
But I'mma bust your ass if you tweak B
Pistols coming where you surface street sweep
The fire hydrant no nigga the big beef
You little niggas sweet tea
Rolling with that thing a nigga call a sweet t

[Hook]

Cashin lyrics - Chief Keef

Sosa on the beat
Ay
Know I'm rockin', man
I call it starter money
Keep kush in my pockets, all designer
Ay, bang bang, Sosa baby, GBE baby, ay ay ay ayy

[Chorus:]
When it's ugly, I bring that gat wit'
I up this motherfucker ain't with that shit
You be smokin' dirty, I smoke that cat piss
I kill a track, kill a beat on black shit
Niggas actin' funny, but I ain't laughin'
I pull up, pull up, pull up, it's a tragic
Cause I ain't buy her none, she think I ain't got shit
I walk up in the mall straight cashin'

She said she love me, whatever that is
Baby, you ain't love me cause I'm cashin'
I walk up in the mall, and I buy shit
No, baby, I don't look at tags and
I hop up in my 'Rari, now I'm ridin'
Doin' 80 past a cop, straight laughin' (HaHa)
Ridin' in that "Oo, that bitch nasty"
I'm a NASCAR driver, it's a passion
I up this fuckin' uzi and blast it
Keep on laughin', you gon' get yo' ass hit
I swear I be on that new lick, fuck last year
Red dot up on the toolie it be the mac-10 (Ball ball ballll)

[Chorus]

I walk up in the bank straight laughin'
I walk out the bank with bags like cashin'
Hop up in my 'Rari, I pass your thot
I seen her walkin', told her "Hop in the 'Rari" (THOTTY)
Baby I'm a pimp, straight Cadillac shit
I get money straight out the ass shit
Life's a box of chocolate, not Nesquik
I'm quick to shoot, pussy get your ass hit
Baby girl, I'm smooth, somethin' like satin
Come through, wipe a nigga block down straight waxin'
Bought a house with a pool, and I got in
I don't need no security, I got it

[Chorus]

Moral lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
The moral of the story is the glory
The moral of the story, these niggas shorty
The moral of the gas I smoke a week
The moral of the cash I blow a week
The moral of the X, I pop an E
The moral of these niggas, they act like a lot of me
The moral of the story, hear the shots, my G
The moral of the story, bitch I brought my guap with me

The moral of the story, gang, gang
The moral of the story, gang bang
Chain on, nigga, bling bling
The moral of the story, Johnny Dang
He sayin' somethin', he hears shots for days
The moral of the story, I ain't playin'
My dick feel like, "fuck I don't, not today"
Moral of the story gotta get this paper
You don't wanna work for me? I'll slave yah
The moral of the story, I'm a president, not a mayor
Roll up in the shop, I be spendin' paper
Moral of the story, nigga, I be gettin' paper
Moral of the story, if I see your thot I take her
Moral of the story, that bitch rape me, I don't rape her
I'm flexin' real hard, shoes cost 2 scoops, just grab a paycheck
Moral of the story, my shoes cost what you ain't get paid yet

[Hook]

The moral of the car I drive
The moral of the thots that I got
The moral of the cash that I spend
The moral of the numbers I get
The moral of the TECs that I pop
The moral of the shots in my Glock
Yeah I'm cool but I've been a hot nigga
Moral of the story, can't trust, watch niggas
On the fuckin' piss, here piña colada, nigga
Moral of the story, I ain't worried 'bout nada, nigga
Bitch I'm from the 'Glo, straight A-Team, we'll ride a nigga
Moral of the story I'm Black Disciple nigga

[Hook]

Swag lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Hop in my car, swag and I swag
Niggas mad cuz I got swag in a bag
He bought his bitch a bag
I put his bitch in a bag
It can't fit in my pocket, cash, put that shit in a bag
Michael Jackson I'm bad
I'm moonwalking with the cash
Walk in the bank with bags
Moonwalking with the cash
Blitzing these niggas straight Madden
Hail Marying the cash
Walk up in it, it's bout swagging
Gettin' every bitch that's bad with my swag

I'm getting every bitch that's bad with my swag
I walk up in the spot and I'm spending cash
I'm getting cash nigga look in my pants
I got big ass pants nigga look at them bands
Franklin's he got hit with the smith n wesson
Stankin' get that cash I'm in to win
Thank you, don't think cuz of the clothes I'm in
Ain't got a banger, I up the smith n wesson
And I sang her,[?]
I'm swagging exclusive fits
I'm a stranger, yo life the same price the shoes I'm in
And that's danger, I tipped the thottie cuz I'm swagging
And I swang her, [?]
Aye, aye, aye

[Hook]

Smokin' on dope my swag
I be totin' no hoes my swag
Bitch I'ma be in my bag nigga
Come in my mansion countin' all this cash nigga
Get blast nigga
Now he loss and I'm glad nigga
Pull off skuddaskuh duhduhduh duhduhduh blam nigga
Get hit with this swag nigga
Got some choppas up in my Louis bag nigga
Got some gwuapa in my Gucci bag nigga
Got some blocker shottas blockas and they blast niggas
Swag, Aye, aye, aye

[Hook]