Overhead lyrics - Chief Keef

Ay, ay, ay, fuck outta here nigga

Gang, ooh, gang, ay, ooh, bang bang bang

I pop up in the middle of a hot block (Block, GBE baby)

In the drop top, play hopscotch on them hoes (Hopscotch)

She actin' crazy up a big nut on them hoe (Frrr)

Got the semi and got my Glock on them hoe (Bang, bang)

Wide body come and kill a hoe in the parking lot (Du-du-duh)

Mob shit, lose your life over a parking spot (Du-du-duh)

Trap real motherfucking stong Juggernaut (Skuduskrr)

Beam on your head make you fall off the top

Maid come to clean my house 'cause I like it neat

Told her she a good girl, she act like a freak (ay, ay)

And I'm smoking Os like one day that's my Capisce (ay ay)

She jump the 8 feet, bitch said I like it steep (Skrt skrt skrt)

Sit in a Lamborghini and set it on 4s (ay, ay, ay)

I just want a new motherfucking bankroll (ay)

Brand new Rolls Royce for the skank hoes (Skuduskrr, skuduskrr)

We was having fun bitch we play with dracos (Du-Du-Duh)

Pussy couldn't even do a hit 'cause he was scared (Nah)

Up the fucking beam and then place it on your head (Bang, bang)

Hold it on your head like a fucking overhead (Bang)

Gotta count the racks before I fucking go to bed (Gang, gang)

Gags up, Keke Palmer

Pussy we'll squeeze your coconut, Palm

Is your little brodie bitch you thought I played some drummers

Momma should have wore a fucking what? Condom

Can't take my shorties nowhere 'cause they're with it

I see he be frontin' for them what? For the bitches

Say that he was slidin', but what? But he snitchin'

Can't take the heat then stay out of what? Out the kitchen (ay)

Snitch ass little fuck boy, how you send a hit and tell on the one you sent boy?

I'm in good health looking like a fucking lick boy

You should get a bunny chain 'cause yo' ass a trick boy

Sit in a Lamborghini and set it on 4s (ay, ay, ay)

I just want a new motherfucking bankroll (ay)

Brand new Rolls Royce for the skank hoes (Skuduskrr, skuduskrr)

We was having fun bitch we play with dracos (Du-Du-Duh)

Pussy couldn't even do a hit 'cause he was scared (Nah)

Up the fucking beam and then place it on your head (Bang, bang)

Hold it on your head like a fucking overhead (Bang)

Gotta count the racks before I fucking go to bed (Gang, gang)

Gun on me you ain't even see it

Judge tryna stick brodie up for some shit he ain't even did

Baby momma don't do shit, she knows how to be a bitch

Steady tellin' a young nigga that he envy as shit

He got life and he can't read a shit

We will leave your pussy ass funky, it won't beat that shit

And we ain't got no problem, reach for the stick

Gave her dick and told her "Bitch, bye". She said I'm being a prick

Ay, I guess envy a prick

Lean on the way has gettin' heavy, a brick

Left your hellcat in the hood and they set it on bricks

Took six of everything, no nigga, no shit

Ay, is you posted? Takin' videos of your shooter, don't post it

Cop poppin' off the fuckin' pipes, buy more sticks

Ugh ugh, coughin' on the fuckin' dope, is you choke bitch?

Sit in a Lamborghini and set it on 4s (ay, ay, ay)

I just want a new motherfucking bankroll (ay)

Brand new Rolls Royce for the skank hoes (skuduskrr, skuduskrr)

We was having fun bitch we play with dracos (Du-Du-Duh)

Pussy couldn't even do a hit 'cause he was scared (Nah)

Up the fucking beam and then place it on your head (Bang, bang)

Hold it on your head like a fucking overhead (Bang)

Gotta count the racks before I fucking go to bed (gang, gang)

Them young niggas ain't got a lot of money but they got a lot of heart

I was in the jungle just like Madagascar

Zip you up and put your ass up in a shopping cart

Watch what you say around him 'cause he a narc

What gang he claim? I don't wanna be a part

Big got a twin, I don't know Tamara

Pussy we gon' send you, we don't care if it's V.I.Party

Hit you with the 9mm 360

Put you in the trigger bag, yeah, V.I.Bitch

I don't need security, bitch I need a stick

Walked up the Lambo, they're eyeing me and shit

Lamborghini out side it need serving

What you eyeing me for? Get to work bitch!

Bitch, we got Maybachs with the curtains

Countin' green skin even though I'm dark skin

Walkin' on the beat like a fucking carpet

Said my house clean bitch that's that Margaret

Bitch in a 4x4 but she can't park it

Yacht so rapped, I ain't from Marcel

Sit in a Lamborghini and set it on 4s (ay, ay, ay)

I just want a new motherfucking bankroll (ay)

Brand new Rolls Royce for the skank hoes (Skuduskrr, skuduskrr)

We was having fun bitch we play with dracos (Du-Du-Duh)

Pussy couldn't even do a hit 'cause he was scared (Nah)

Up the fucking beam and then place it on your head (Bang, bang)

Hold it on your head like a fucking overhead (Bang)

Gotta count the racks before I fucking go to bed (Gang, gang)

As I sit back relaxed, shorty hear "Yurr" (On my lap)

Yeah, shout out to the shorties that rescind from the trap

Rat ass niggas, man, we got the mice traps

Ay, have your engine like a strap

Lyin' to these bitches, boy, you know she like Pap

Catch yo' pussy ass in jail and make you rap

Chicken and them yams, someone call ASAP

I'm in New Orleans, gettin' Chino or the Mella

Is it true that saying "All dogs go to heaven"?

You ain't never squeeze or had that feelin'

Up the new to you, I ain't even like that really

Ridin' with the 50, smokin' on the Pastor

Bitch, we been havin' beef like tacos

You wanna be the La Familia, be the vatos

But she gotta have a membership, Cuzco

Ay, fuck yo' clique, drop dead

Pussy sendin' 91s then he got scared

Pussy can't hold war then he can't hold shit

How the fuck you gon' be a shark, no ma'am

Spedin' paper no scam

He thought he was live, we gon' mute him no sound

And we pullin' up, we'll shut the show down

Police up there, fuck boy, slow down!

Ay, yeah, yes ma'am

Send us the alley, we gon' come and blow it down

10mm, 45 and 40 cals

Bitch, I buy arcades, choppers, pistols, pounds

Ay, lean close hoes, not a bean

Pussy boy was dissin' then he was lot of shit

Gang hoppin' ass nigga, hoppin' like a bitch

Shoot the gun in your crib, the neighbors wanna shit

Ay, put a tomato on the shit

Ding-ding, it's beef with you, it's waitin' on a bitch

You call TMZ yourself, you waitin' on the critics

Put him in a suit, he should've mind his fuckin' business

Sit in a Lamborghini and set it on 4s (ay, ay, ay)

I just want a new motherfucking bankroll (ay)

Brand new Rolls Royce for the skank hoes (Skuduskrr, skuduskrr)

We was having fun bitch we play with dracos (Du-Du-Duh)

Pussy couldn't even do a hit 'cause he was scared (Nah)

Up the fucking beam and then place it on your head (Bang, bang)

Hold it on your head like a fucking overhead (Bang)

Gotta count the racks before I fucking go to bed (Gang, gang)

Yurr, yeah

Yurr, yeah

Yurr, yeah

Yurr, yeah

Promenade lyrics - Chief Keef

Yung Rari, Yung Rari

R-r-r-r-r-r-rari

I know you going through some shit (Going through some shit)

Keep it going, you gon' be lit (You gon' be lit)

I know you dreamin' chains and a wrist (Chains and a wrist)

When you forty, is you gon' exist? (Is you gon' exist?)

Take my goals and scratch them off the list (Scratch them off the list)

And you know that we gotta pay the rent (Gotta pay the rent)

See them snakes and they're gonna hiss (They're gonna hiss)

Ain't no playin' me, girl I ain't no flick (Girl I ain't no flick)

Think she playin' me? Ain't that 'bout a bitch (Ain't that 'bout a bitch)

On my wrist, bitch, that is 'bout a brick, ay (That is 'bout a brick)

Come this way, play it like a mixtape, ay (Play it like a mixtape, yeah)

She say my dick is 'bout how much a brick weigh, yeah ('bout how much a brick weigh)

Niggas houses lookin' haunted, I won't even want that shit (No, no no)

He can have her, he want that bitch (Nah)

She like to listen to "That's It", she ain't know my dick was that big (Nah, nah)

Walk and talk then I hit my hit

Sara Lee let me get my bread, kick that bitch outta my bed (Get out)

You ain't hood, boy, you a fed, knock your ass out like Craig

I'ma journey in the middle like Shrek, I be on that shit all day

Beat went off again? Oh my God

What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (Lemonade, aye aye aye aye)

We got clips like the promenade (Promenade)

Blowin' up like a damn grenade (Boom, damn grenade)

I'ma arsenal tryna set a blaze (Set a blaze)

Cops try to get us everyday (Everyday)

Granny was on minimum wage (Wage, granny)

You a dog but I be bending the cage (Bending the cage, no)

I'm standin' in a line of damus (Yeah)

I'm standin' in the line, of lines (Lines)

If I ask how she doin', you know she fine (Bang bang)

I hit that bitch so hard she see sta-a-ars

Might have to beat her boyfriend, let me mo-o-opp

She told me get her Uber and three sta-a-ars

She like "why you ain't take me in your ca-a-ar?" (I'm like nah)

What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (Lemonade, aye aye aye aye)

We got clips like the promenade (Promenade)

Blowin' up like a damn grenade (Boom, damn grenade)

I'ma arsenal tryna set a blaze (Set a blaze)

Cops try to get us everyday (Everyday)

Granny was on minimum wage (Wage, granny)

You a dog but I be bending the cage (Bending the cage, no)

What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (Lemonade, aye aye aye aye)

We got clips like the promenade (Promenade)

Blowin' up like a damn grenade (Boom, damn grenade)

I'ma arsenal tryna set a blaze (Set a blaze)

Cops try to get us everyday (Everyday)

Granny was on minimum wage (Wage, granny)

You a dog but I be bending the cage (Bending the cage, no)

What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (Lemonade, aye aye aye aye)

We got clips like the promenade (Promenade)

Blowin' up like a damn grenade (Boom, damn grenade)

I'ma arsenal tryna set a blaze (Set a blaze)

Cops try to get us everyday (Everyday)

Granny was on minimum wage (Wage, granny)

You a dog but I be bending the cage (Bending the cage, no)

PS (Pants Sag) lyrics - Chief Keef & Zaytoven

Ay, yeah

Zaytoven, goddamn (Yur)

What you on though? (Yur)

Gettin' guap right? (Yur)

Thanks for the care package nigga (Yeah)

Dropped down in a nick of time (Huh, huh, huh)

Got them Percs, we don't pop em' though (Huh, huh, huh)

Do this shit for real nigga (Gang)

I'ma let my pants sag, shawty

I'ma let my pants sag, shawty

She like "why you let your pants sag?"

This that F&N swag

Let my pants sag, I'ma let my pants sag

Let my pants sag, I'ma let my pants sag

Just another day, just another day

My kicks a thousand grams, girl, pants cost me them bands, dad

I weren't giving a damn, miss, pardon me, you startled me

My chains filled with currency, ice attack, emergency

Turn this bitch to murder scene, hurry please, he burgundy

Shirt off, a lotta tax, I can smoke a hundred racks

Got Chief Sosa pack, I switched that, they was smokin' that

Eighty racks in these fuckin' jeans make my pants sag

Chain swag, chain swang, wrist Glo, Range Flash

SosaToven, cash in these dragon pants

F&N hangin' out my pocket give you bad skin

Red Porsche with the frog lights and the paper tag

Nigga run up on us, hang him upside down and shake his ass

I'ma let my pants sag, .40 make my pants sag

F&N make my pants sag, ratchet make my pants sag

I got so much jewelry on me, I get so much money, homie

I got so much jewelry on yet I think I need a clone

Pants sag, pants sag, I'ma let my pants sag

I got too much jewelery on me, got too many shots on me

Pants sag, pants sag, damn, I got a stupid swag

If you let them get it first, up your cock, shoot it back

Hold the strap lower than a Lambo'

In a Lambo', dust his ass, call it M code

Diamond ducka run it, think I got it from a dutcher

Watch goin' crazy, Spanish miss at the snow

Throwin' up the bankroll, fuckin' up the bankroll

It's Dominican, keep sacks, had them pesos

Higher than G6, flyer than a Aero

G's L's up solo in the waterfall

Sosa make pesos, Sosa get Dinero

Send it to me, give it to me, keep it on a dealo

Shoot him with the .44, shoot him like a free throw

I can up somethin' that's bigger than yo ego

I'ma let my pants sag, .40 make my pants sag

F&N make my pants sag, ratchet make my pants sag

I got so much jewelry on me, I get so much money, homie

I got so much jewelry on yet I think I need a clone

Pants sag, pants sag, I'ma let my pants sag

I got too much jewelery on me, got too many shots on me

Pants sag, pants sag, damn, I got a stupid swag

If you let them get it first, up your cock, shoot it back

Tadoe pants keep saggin' to the floor

.40 get to the speedin', Ball's you ain't gettin' the sheets

I hold 60 grands up in my pants

And it got my pants keep fallin' off my ass

I got racks on racks on top of racks

We got straps and stacks on back bag

I hold 80 cash in my jeans (80)

I pull that shit out on 'em and make 'em mad (So mad)

I got 40 cash plus I got a FN, so if you try me I'ma shoot you once then shoot you again

So if you tryna rob me, I'ma shoot the shorty shorty

I got a 40 grand plus I got a 40 pants plus I got a banger

Huh, bang bang, huh, brr, huh, bang bang, huh, huh, bang bang, brr

I got so much jewelry on yet I think I need a clone

Bang, huh, bang bang, huh, brr, gang gang bang, huh

If you let them get it first, up your cock, shoot it back

Shoot it back, ay, brr

Shoot it back, ay, brr

Shoot it back, ay, brr

Shoot it back, ay

Rarri Pass By lyrics - Chief Keef

Rarri pass, black truck behind it, body bags

Spent that cash, get that cash

Ain't no Uber, we'll come and get your ass

Aye aye, pop bags aye, pop tags

You'll end up in the ocean, plastic bags

You can buy the whole store, still ain't got no swag

This ain't Nickelodeon, but I gotta blast

If you want some beef we got that good burger

I got two guns you don't wanna merge 'em

Say you smokin' loud, nigga I ain't heard ya

Finna get money, nigga I ain't worried

Aye, off the lean feeling like I'm off caffeine

Seen a bad bitch told that bitch tap-in

And this bitch knows I got bands like I got hands

And Ben Frank' on my fam, I ain't got no friends

Rarri pass, black truck behind it, body bags

Spent that cash, get that cash

Ain't no Uber, we'll come and get your ass

Aye aye, pop bags aye, pop tags

You'll end up in the ocean, plastic bags

You can buy the whole store, still ain't got no swag

This ain't Nickelodeon, but I gotta blast

PBS these niggas Teletubbies

And the car look cool but it sound hella ugly (Hrrmm)

Shawty told me if I fucked her then I'm hella lucky (huh)

Other bitch told damn why you never touch me

My other bitch said damn why u don't never text me

I'm just tryna love you why you don't never let me (nah)

Tryna set her man down but I ain't never ready (nah)

But she give me boob-boob so I call her baddy

Name rings takin' bells

Oh he don't know my name, well ring the bell

Sippin' 16 oz like I need a scall

Make a ning ding ring pad either bells

This bitch on my ass like a fuckin' bell

I'm tryna see how my ice uh made a mail

Cops was still on foe tryna make him tell

Say she like my Timbs bitch I got it built

Rarri pass, black truck behind it, body bags

Spent that cash, get that cash

Ain't no Uber, we'll come and get your ass

Aye aye, pop bags aye, pop tags

You'll end up in the ocean, plastic bags

You can buy the whole store, still ain't got no swag

This ain't Nickelodeon, but I gotta blast

How many times use my lighter today?

How many times you threw your life away?

How many high speeds u got away

There trouble that way go the other way

THC 'cause I got back problems

We at your window with Mac problems

Oh baby, look the lamb crawling

Call Ball 'cause I been ballin'

Like a Jah bitch I'm takin' off

Like a nah, we be breakin' off

Like a song, we'll take you off

The earth done rolled a blaze, skatin' off

Off the Superman, I'm flyin' off

The white price bitch I bought it off

I brought the time freeze then I paused

We were servin' Calvin Klein with the Kenneth Cole

Rarri pass, niggas must've think they can't catch it

They tried to catch him, they can't catch him

Can you catch me? You can't catch him

Skrrrt, Rarri passed him

Fffff, beep beep beep

Real Money lyrics - Chief Keef

I'm talking real money, no counterfeit

You can tell I get money, baby look at my wrists

You can tell I get money, baby look at my crib

You can tell I get money, now she wanna live with me

I'm talking real money, real money real money, real money

Real money, real money real money, real money

Real money, real money real money, real money

Real money, real money real money, real money

Real money, real money real money, real money

Aye bitch I'm talking real money

Real money, real money

Bitch I'm talking real money

I pull up then slide out like touchdown

Nigga you can nuck if ya buck, gon' buck, get yo dumb ass bucked down

It was me an Kenn Rob on the south side of Chicago looking for a damn buck down

I was pulling up with the players, out there looking, you know I got touchdowns

Make the bullets go left, right, in the middle of your eyesight I paint it like peter

You niggas my sons, I know shoulda stomped on ya'll fetus

Bitch I got stripes like a tiger, pulled up in the all white bitch I ain't a zebra

I knew she was gon' eat when she seen my car but she says shes ain't a eater

Baby if you ain't no a eater it then I can say I ain't a cheater

I'm smoking on reefa - high as fuck, and I can say I ain't a tweaker

I'm pulling up flexin' up, think that I'm lacking' cause pussy I got the fajita

I hit up yo neck, and yo arms, and yo chest, and then for the forensics I leave ya

I'm talking real money, no counterfeit

You can tell I get money, baby look at my wrists

You can tell I get money, baby look at my crib

You can tell I get money, now she wanna live with me

I'm talking real money, real money real money, real money

Real money, real money real money, real money

Real money, real money real money, real money

Real money, real money real money, real money

Real money, real money real money, real money

Aye bitch I'm talking real money

Real money, real money

Bitch I'm talking real money

I won't demand my respect, he gots some decent OG

Then a zip is what I get, no I'm Keef but I don't sweat

Why these niggas faking man I don't get

Man, I pull down my damn upsets

Youngest nigga in here with a fucking check

Man, bitch I got stacks on deck

Talking jewelry boy then stacks on back

You talking young and reckless then it's stacks on head

Walked the room left my stack on bed, man

Don't ya'll forget I need bands, I'm the man, goddamn

I pull up, yo bitch know who I am

I'm talking real money, no counterfeit

You can tell I get money, baby look at my wrists

You can tell I get money, baby look at my crib

You can tell I get money, now she wanna live with me

I'm talking real money, real money real money, real money

Real money, real money real money, real money

Real money, real money real money, real money

Real money, real money real money, real money

Real money, real money real money, real money

Aye bitch I'm talking real money

Real money, real money

Bitch I'm talking real money

Say Ya Grace lyrics - Lyrical Lemonade, Chief Keef & Lil Yachty

The beat go off?

Hey, is this Sosa?

Am I speaking to Sosa right now?

Who the fuck is you?

I don't know and I just want you to explain something to me

Explain ya ass

I got some money on the way

Kill them with kindness, then piss on their grave

If the nigga don't get hit, don't get grazed

I saw Superman, now you safe

Pussy, before you eat, say ya grace

You already know they b's, they not j's

I got her too high, she think she laced

I be on her head like a lace

Beamed up

Bottega jeans, I ain't even

Bottega jeans, I ain't even

Bottega jeans, I ain't even wear yet

I ain't walkin' in that bitch, they ain't pay me yet

She mad in the bed like, "He ain't slurp me yet"

Geekin', I mistake my DR bitch for Puerto Rican

Fifty hoes flew in, we treat a Tuesday like the weekend

Suck me like you need me, I'ma bless you like a deacon

Tell a nigga die, I ain't gonna lie, this shit ain't even

Catch her while she leakin', she gon' guzzle up all the seamen

Worry about your streamin', all that rich will leave you bleedin'

I got some money on the way

Kill them with kindness, then piss on their grave

If the nigga don't get hit, don't get grazed

I saw Superman, now you safe

Pussy, before you eat, say ya grace

You already know they b's, they not j's

I got her too high, she think she laced

I be on her head like a lace

I'm with my crew, win or lose

And my boss, Terry Crews

Them hunnid bands, they Crip blue

I'm in the humvee, with six troops

What you wanna do? Her fist too

Gave your bitches sip of the wrist juice

She meltin' all on my wrist too

But I'ma icy nigga, it's cool

I got some money on the way

Kill them with kindness, then piss on their grave

If the nigga don't get hit, don't get grazed

I saw Superman, now you safe

Pussy, before you eat, say ya grace

You already know they b's, they not j's

I got her too high, she think she laced

I be on her head like a lace

Scream lyrics - Chief Keef

[Sample from "Scary Movie":]

[Shorty Meeks:] Yo?

[The Killer:] Hello, Shorty. What are you doing?

[Shorty Meeks:] Nothing. Sitting here watching the game, smoking some bud

[The Killer:] Are you all alone?

[Roommate:] Wassup?!

[Shorty Meeks:] Wassup?!

[The Killer:] What the...? Who's that

[Shorty Meeks:] Yo, pick up the phone

[Roommate:] Wassup?!

[The Killer:] Wassup?!

[Roommate:] Wassup?!

[Shorty Meeks:] Yo Dookie! Pick up the phone!

[Dookie:] Yo?

[The Killer:] Wassup?!

[Everyone:] Wassup?!

[Shorty Meeks:] What you doing, son?

[The Killer:] Nothing. Just chillin'. Killin'

[Shorty Meeks:] True, true, true, true, true...

Hey man, I don't wanna smoke your weed, I got my own weed know what I'm sayin'?

I don't wanna drink your lean nigga I got my own lean know what I'm saying?

You can't get me in the motherfucking studio unless I'm rapping on a $20,000 mic you feel me?

That is how I'm feeling yo, know what I mean? Know what I mean? Know what I mean? Know what I mean? Know what I mean? Know what I mean?

Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, wassup?!

Know what I mean? Know what I mean? You now what I mean? You know what I mean? You know what I mean? You know what I mean?

I hop out make 'em Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, wassup?!

Know what I mean? Know what I mean? You now what I mean? I glee, I'm clean, hey I hop out make 'em scream

I got "Scream 4", I got "Scary Movie"

Bitch, I got that "Purge", I got every movie

You know how I slide bitch my life a movie

She want to get wifed she get one-night jacuzzi

Scream 4 Sosa when you see a nigga

They screaming for me because they know I don't wanna beat no nigga

Got that Anthony Anderson in my jeans nigga

That's the fat racks I pull 'em out they screaming nigga

Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, wassup?!

Know what I mean? Know what I mean? You now what I mean? You know what I mean? You know what I mean? You know what I mean?

I hop out make 'em Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, wassup?!

Know what I mean? Know what I mean? You now what I mean? I glee, I'm clean, hey I hop out make 'em scream

I got that Marlon Wayans bucks, wassup?!

I got that Demi Williams bucks, what up?!

I got that Money Team bucks, like I box

I told them hoes they can't fit in the truck

All these racks can't fit up in my pants

You sneak diss and Chief Sosa do you in

Told that bitch you wan' top me get goin', bitch spin

They need Keef in "Scary Movie 6"

Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, wassup?!

Know what I mean? Know what I mean? You now what I mean? You know what I mean? You know what I mean? You know what I mean?

I hop out make 'em Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, wassup?!

Know what I mean? Know what I mean? You now what I mean? I glee, I'm clean, hey I hop out make 'em scream

Semi lyrics - Chief Keef

Aye, aye

G-L-O, aye

Sosa baby, you know how I'm rocking baby

Cut off stocking, keep kush in my pocket man

A Breitling for the timer, get yo grind up nigga

I got a Ruger with a 30, a Glock with a 50

That's 80 shots, hit 50 blocks with the 50

Hit 3 blocks, with the Ruger blewing niggas dizzy

Niggas don't want no cancer, shoot his head or his kidney

In my right pocket 100's, in my left pocket 50

You told the cops I'm selling drugs, you little mouse Mickey

I'm smoking Tooka right now, death right with me

Caught a opp lacking, he done helped my semi

I'm rolling with the semi in this fucking pretty Hemi

Cops get behind me, I'ma get it, I'ma get it

I'ma speed it bitch, I'm getting away, ain't no catching Sosa

Racks up in my pocket, toolie in my cup holder

I been in this shit, you ain't, sleep wake up and smell the Folgers

When I wake up I wake and bake bitch, I'm a heavy smoker

I let the little thottie hit this shit, she's a heavy choker

Gambling with you life nigga, we could play heavy poker

I got a Ruger with a 30, a Glock with a 50

That's 80 shots, hit 50 blocks with the 50

Hit 3 blocks, with the Ruger blewing niggas dizzy

Niggas don't want no cancer, shoot his head or his kidney

In my right pocket 100's, in my left pocket 50

You told the cops I'm selling drugs, you little mouse Mickey (snitchin')

I'm smoking Tooka right now, death right with me

Caught a opp lacking, he done helped my semi (gang gang)

Aye, I'm washed up in Fiji (washed up in that Fiji)

Wet a nigga up, this sound nini with this ning ding

She a busta, don't believe me

Let her greasy, like some old pam mizzy

I was smooking Cheechy, getting top by a lil Kiki (thottie)

That knee knee, that knee knee was so great it had me weak weak

Beep beep, I gotta go and get that fffffff beep beep

Fees fees with the money (cheese), bitch it's time to eat eat (eat)

I got a Ruger with a 30, a Glock with a 50

That's 80 shots, hit 50 blocks with the 50

Hit 3 blocks, with the Ruger blewing niggas dizzy

Niggas don't want no cancer, shoot his head or his kidney

In my right pocket 100's, in my left pocket 50

You told the cops I'm selling drugs, you little mouse Mickey

I'm smoking Tooka right now, death right with me

Caught a opp lacking, he done helped my semi

Aye, you little mouse Mickey

Aye, you little opp snitchy

Aye, you little eyes bitchy

I'm makin' money, I don't need no kitchen

Shawty Say She Love Me / Colors lyrics - Chief Keef

Ay!

Ha

She loves me, she loves me not

Let me check my watch

What the time is?

Quarter past fuck-you, nigga!

I know man I don't give a fuck

I don't give a shit!

Shawty say she like me, wanna be my wifey

On me like a hypebeast, on me like a Nike

She know that I was a dope boy, so white, like rice B

He knows his bitch like me, that's why he don't like me

Say she want to eat me, told her, "Just don't bite me."

He don't know I got a Glock, say he gon' on sight me

Went outside it's biting, I don't care I'm Icy

Police said on dispatch; is that him? It might be

Kick his ass like Bruce Lee, kick him in some Spike Lees

Ridin' 'round with my Bloods, but we ain't from Rice Street

And the broom go like sweep, thinking back I might weep

He say he don't like me but looking up my "type beats"

She loves me, she loves me not (Burr!)

The VVs on my watch (My watch!)

I love you too baby, I love you too baby! (ay)

Say you smoking dope pack, but that ain't no dope pack

Where you get that dope at? Nigga need to go back

I get your folks wacked, take them out like nose wax

Got them horses in my shit, bitch thought it was a Bojack

I got so much power, think I can bring Ghost back

Oh, you ain't know that, must be off a Coke sack

Smoking Oreo-Os, call this shit the post pack

If my bullets was a shirt, should be like a 4X

Bullets hits your smedium, turn that bitch to 4X

And I know I'm keefy but, bitch I don't mean no sweat

We on his ass, he's so stretched - Duh, duh, duh bitch post that

Shoot a hole in his stomach, see if he's drinkin' Moët

She hate me, she hate me not

Ridin' 'round with the Jay-Z Knot

You like my chain, huh?

He love you too baby, he love you too baby, ay

Shawty like, "You Sosa?"

She was drinking mimosa

She Greek, I said, "Opa"

Park the whip like Rosa

Man, these niggas posers

Give his momma roses

Part the sea like Moses

Tell that nigga focus

Dope be gettin' me nauseous

Please proceed with caution

We gon' be in Ella

What the fuck you dodgin'?

Switching up my options

Tell IG to caption

Man, he on some opp shit

Send his ass to oppland

She loves me, she loves me not (Burr!)

The VVs on my watch (My watch!)

I love you too baby, ay

Shawty says she loves me, but I'm thinking maybe

Wanna be my Beyoncé, baby, I ain't Jay-Z

Gun up on my waistline, ain't that where my waist be

Better get the safety, take this bitch off safety

.350 like Maneski, boy, you like my auntie

Pussy boy ain't safe with me, rub my eyes, it can't be

Wanna be my baby, bitch, you got to amaze me

Ain't too much you can make me, can't trust you, you may lace me

She hate me, she hate me not

Ridin' 'round with the Jay-Z Knot

You like my chain, huh?

He love you too baby, he love you too baby, ay

Let me check my watch

What the time s?

Quarter past fuck-you, nigga!

Ha!

Smoked lyrics - Chief Keef & Lil Duke

[Chief Keef:]

Yeah

Sosa, Duke (Wheezy Beats)

Gang, gang

[Lil Duke:]

Fuck all that talk and we want all that smoke

Beehive them straps at the drop off at the porch

Traps stay, the Rollie and the neighbor, they know

Young nigga slangin' and baggin' them toasters

Traffickin' pounds and then passing like ration

Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion

I never offer no handout

Nigga tried me and it's man down

Put that shit out and I stand out

The boys in the hood just like landmines

I blow that shit like a fan

I fuck with Sosa, my man

We gon' ball like the clan

Geekin we booted, know what I'm sayin'

[Chief Keef:]

Rollin' the green at the red light

I'm blowing that dope, get my head right

I coke, but that drank got my head straight

You really the word, now it's their way

You see me flown up in this time cup

I cut that check then I'm bouncin'

All of this green that I'm countin'

With mula that I got for allowance

Nigga, you better pay homage

Nigga, you better pay something

We gon' pull up with them drones

OG all up in my lungs

[Lil Duke:]

Fuck all that talk and we want all that smoke

Beehive them straps at the drop off at the porch

Traps stay, the Rollie and the neighbor, they know

Young nigga slangin' and baggin' them toasters

Traffickin' pounds and then passing like ration

Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion

I never offer no handout

Nigga tried me and it's man down

Put that shit out and I stand out

The boys in the hood just like landmines

I blow that shit like a fan

I fuck with Sosa, my man

We gon' ball like the clan

Geekin we booted, know what I'm sayin'

I sip, I can roll out the gas

I thinkin' I left for my past

All of them niggas got blasters

We used to run on the masses

Ballin', I never had it

Got it out the mud, bitch I'mma serve it

Bitches, they chasin' them diamonds, they harassing

Every time I'm the booth, it's a classic

I had to get on my shit

Came from the trenches I'm tryna get rich

City, the city, now everything lit

Set them racks on me, I came with a trench

Fuck is you talkin' about, fuck all that insta shit

Young niggas going, they going, they going out the room

30 on round, get hit with an SU clip

Fuck all that talk and we want all that smoke

Beehive them straps at the drop off at the porch

Traps stay, the Rollie and the neighbor, they know

Young nigga slangin' and baggin' them toasters

Traffickin' pounds and then passing like ration

Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion

I never offer no handout

Nigga tried me and it's man down

Put that shit out and I stand out

The boys in the hood just like landmines

I blow that shit like a fan

I fuck with Sosa, my man

We gon' ball like the clan

Geekin we booted, know what I'm sayin'

Spend It lyrics - Chief Keef

Kush to Face, that's the antidote

Cops pull us over, don't panic, ho

Hey, hittin' home runs just like Sammy Sosa

I'm smokin' dope, you smokin' cantaloupe

You smokin' watermelon, you smoke fruit pack

Where they do that at?

Bitch, I smoke the best O.G.

My breitling better than your Rollie

Who you? I don't know you

Glock on me, turn your ass to tofu

Turn your ass to Thai food

Do a drive-by by you

Hit you ay, guarantee won't miss you

Boy, I know your momma's gonna miss you

And kiss you, give her a tissue

Time to pull up on the opps, get our pistols

Niggas too old

I swear these niggas too grown

I'm too young, with all this money

What the fuck I'ma do with all this money?

I'ma spend it then get it back

I'ma spend it, just make niggas mad

I'ma spend it, I ain't gon' ride in Jags

I'ma spend it on a fuckin' M-5, M-6

Hey, hey, and a 'rari

Hey, pull up, pull off, sorry

Ain't no talkin'

You knew that the coppers lurkin'

They're lookin' for Almighty

Because they see me in that tall body

Ridin' 'round, lookin' like Yao Ming

It's a bird, it's a plane, it's almighty

Money in my right, and left, and back pocket

Hey, all these bitches, polly pocket

All they want is all me pockets

I just told them thottie, "stop it"

I just told them thottie, "pop it"

You gotta little butt

Can you turn it up?

You got some lips, what can you do with them?

Can you handle this pipe?

Girl, it'll probably change your life

I'm rollin' off a flat, too

Bitch you know what a flat do

We gonna fuck all night

We gonna bust all night

Gloin' hard, bitch, I bust all the lights

Too cold, I bust all the pipes

Like Dro say, when you're right, you're right

Talk My lyrics - Chief Keef

I got that new emperor’s groove Kuzco

I'm smoking dope baby I'm on Pluto

I pick my old hoe up Wit my new hoe

I think I'm Kobe because I'm so 2-4

I'm in the foreign I ain't even gotta park my shit

Someone give Chief So' a mic so I can talk my shit

Imma take my own Glock and I'm gonna spark my shit

If I put this up watch these niggas mock my shit

I remember walking up and down the street

Now I got your rent money on my feet

To intercept the cash I don't need no cleats

I got your hoe in my mansion she said tell you fucking [?]

I tell her shake that laffy taffy baby Fabo

It look like I got laffy taffys in my bank roll

Is it the reason why I see haters dressed like Maino?

I told that bitch you can't get shit you can't even get a fucking outfit from rainbow

She like Sosa you a dog, but I'm tamed though

I'm a ape pussy nigga yous a kangaroo

I'm so player you would think I need a cane though

Going apeshit I fuck around and knock over your mango

I got that new emperor’s groove Kuzco

I'm smoking dope baby I'm on Pluto

I pick my old hoe up Wit my new hoe

I think I'm Kobe because I'm so 2-4

I'm in the foreign I ain't even gotta park my shit

Someone give Chief So' a mic so I can talk my shit

Imma take my own Glock and I'm gonna spark my shit

If I put this up watch these niggas mock my shit

I remember selling white on the block

If we say aiki then that mean here come the cops

If we say onnat that mean here come the opps

We run up on that car like here you go some shots

I remember laying down in the grass

Waiting on the motherfucker opp to pass

Smack a bitch 'till she say, "Where the opps is at?"

Closed casket put 'em in a body bag

Now I'm popping tags fuck receipts

Now I got a rich mentality

I'll still blow that motherfucking thing

I'm going out like motherfucking Kane

I got that new emperor’s groove Kuzco

I'm smoking dope baby I'm on Pluto

I pick my old hoe up Wit my new hoe

I think I'm Kobe because I'm so 2-4

I'm in the foreign I ain't even gotta park my shit

Someone give Chief So' a mic so I can talk my shit

Imma take my own Glock and I'm gonna spark my shit

If I put this up watch these niggas mock my shit

Thot Breaker lyrics - Chief Keef

I am... I mean, I did

I did fuck yo bitch

Baby, I'ma thot breaker

Baby, I'ma thot breaker

Baby, I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

She come over, I break her then mess her make-up up

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker

Sex, we had sex she won't forget

She be with her man, come with me, you know it's her ex

And her man a fan, don't believe me, oh, it's a bet

But I break her back and her screaming over the bed

Baby, I'ma thot breaker

Fuckin' up yo' hair and make-up

Girl, you know that I'ma player

Thots wanna go to sleep and wake up

Baby, I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

She come over, I break her then mess her make-up up

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker

I know that thot, I broke that thot, I loaned that thot

She be with another thot, I really want that thot

See me with another thot, I really hope that thot

Don't let her heart drop 'cause I fucked her last night and told her that

I love her, I'm for her

Baby, I was high, I was a stoner

And you know when I see thots, they be goin' nervous

I think I'm the youngest flexer on earth

Baby, I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

She come over , I break her then mess her make-up up

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker

Threw Me Off lyrics - Chief Keef

DP on the beat

You threw me off with that

You threw me off with that fuck shit, you threw me off

You threw me off with that love shit, she threw me off

You threw me off, say she love me, that bitch might as well find a cliff

You threw me off, rolling joints and the cops tryna catch me slipping

You threw me off, I was minding my damn business, ay

Don't make me send my little niggas up out them trenches

Threw ya off, like fuck boy you shouldn't've

You threw me off, if you weren't a fuck boy, you wouldn't've

You threw me off

I took a throw away gun and I threw it off, ay

Throw some money up just to throw it off

'Member having throw away crack up in my balls

The dead boys coming down the alley, throw 'em off, ay

These shells, I throw 'em all, I blow 'em all

This silencer at the top, it throw 'em off

And after she give my top, I throw her off

I will be in the sky before the referee throw the ball

Offense tried to throw me off, I broke the rim and broke the ball

Feds tryna throw me off, tap lap smoke the zip, broke the phone

Niggas tryna throw me off, tryna set me up, get me gone

Bitches tryna throw me off, say they love me, I know they don't

You threw me off with that fuck shit, you threw me off

You threw me off with that love shit, she threw me off

You threw me off, say she love me, that bitch might as well find a cliff

You threw me off, rolling joints and the cops tryna catch me slipping

You threw me off, I was minding my damn business, ay

Don't make me send my little niggas up out them trenches

Threw ya off, like fuck boy you shouldn't've

You threw me off, if you weren't a fuck boy, you wouldn't've

You threw me off

Tooka lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

[Tadoe (Chief Keef):]

Put you on the TV, we'll news ya

Hit you with the 4-O's tho

Popping up, 4-O's tho

(Shut the fuck up before I punch your ass)

[Chief Keef:]

Smokin' Tooka, bitch

I'm off this Tooka, bitch

I'm off this Tooka, bitch

I'm smokin' Tooka, bitch

Don't make me shoot ya, bitch

I pull of in Tooka, bitch

I'm off this Tooka, bitch

Shooters gon' shoot ya bitch

Pull up on you, smoking on some Tooka pack

My shooters gon' shoot, fuck nigga where your shooters at?

Bang

Tryna lock me up, they know they ain't doing that

Tryna tie me up, niggas know I'm shooting at

That ass, his bitch got a flat ass

He got a flat bag, so that match

I'm of two flat pounds and two X-Mans

Don't make me shoot you with your rat ass

Y'all some flat ass, flat ass cat dads, ha

I don't even know what that is, ha

But I'm smoking on this Tooka pack, yes

Smokin' Tooka, bitch

I'm off this Tooka, bitch

I'm off this Tooka, bitch

I'm smokin' Tooka, bitch

Don't make me shoot ya, bitch

Pull off on tooka, bitch

I'm off this tooka, bitch

Shooters gon' shoot ya, bitch

Violence (Army) lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Cee-Lo Green & Tone Trump)

Boy, violence

Violence

Boy, violence

Violence

Boy, violence

Violence

[Chief Keef:]

Niggas comin' through with that violence

Niggas mix two with that Molly

Ain't got nothin' to do with that money

I'm comin' through with that chopper

Niggas come and deal with that violence

As far that gun that's silence

Niggas come and deal with that violence

Ain't know nothin' about it

Come through and we redrum-ing

Murder a nigga off of that donkey

If it ain't nothin' funny 'bout money

Look fuck nigga get money

In my car and I self park it

Hop out then get to sparkin'

Give it to however you want it

I am 2Pac for the moment

Violence

Got no love, violence

Boy, violence

Violence

[Cee-Lo Green:]

See we are, far from takin' flicks with guns

I murder the beat with the sticks and drums

Break bread with brothers, turnin' bricks to crumbs

Then we put it in the mix to addict the young

This is somethin' you must understand

Music can just kill a man

A mean poker face and wild card in my hand

Tone Trump out of Phila-stan

[Tone Trump:]

Middle of the summer we don't chill

Them West Philly mah fuckers kill at will

Fresh Prince of the ghetto man I feel like Will

Only workin' three jobs just to pay them bills

I could kill 'em with the gun rather kill 'em with my mind

My little sister pregnant but my brother doing time

My baby boy squeal but my baby mom stressin'

I only fear Allah but the Uzi on the dresser

Bang, bang like my hittas from the Chi

Niggas looking rich but they're barely getting by

We was selling crack when they was selling lies

Al my young bulls violent, you can see it in their eyes

I stood tall when that fuck boy folded

I'm sober now but I was high when I wrote this

Dreams like Martin but I'm strapped like Malcolm

My plug from the A got me ballin' like a Falcon

Violence

Got no love, violence

Boy, violence

Violence

Boy

[Cee-Lo Green:]

Say, say

I'll write a life sentence on a stick pen

Real rappers record on yellow tape then

Cop a plea all the [?]

Institution that allows it to make men

[?]

Gon' turn it up for the cops too

It's still a crime to be silent

So speak up and get violent if you got to

Violence

Got no love, violence

Boy, violence

Violence

Woosah / Street Cat lyrics - Chief Keef

[Woosah]

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haa

Aha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, uh

Man, put his ass back, where he came! (Ah-uh)

I thank y'all for comin' out (ay)

Ay, ay (Ah-uh)

Ooh, ooh

Sosa baby, GBE baby

(Mm-mm)

Ha, ha, ha, ha-ha, ha-ha (Ah-ah)

Baby, you free as a motherfuckin' freeway

Vroom, vroom, vroom, go do you

Get green baby, don't be blue

Oh he got guns baby, what he do

Devil on my collar tryna let me loose

God be good all the time, don't he do

And I be chillin' out like woosah

Chillin' out like woosah

Boy, my gun don't got no holster

Gun don't got no holster, ay

Yeah, that young nigga from O-Block

Creepin' down on yo' block, ay

I'ma star, I ain't no co-star, star, ain't no co-star, ay (ay)

At first I was at O-block, now I'm rockin' shows up, ay (ay)

Ah-uh

I'm from another planet, what I'm doing here?

I ain't been to my home planet in six years

I know they be lookin' for me like, "Damn, Sosa done!" (ha, ha, ha)

Only thing I get high off of purple and chron'

(Ha, ha, ha, ay)

In a all black Lamb truck, this bitch cost a Rolls Royce Dawn (Dawn)

You don't know how it feel to lose all of yo' niggas

It's just one thing you want (Want)

Is one more time (Time), to cruise with all your niggas (Let's get it)

But I'm passed that, big blunts, but I do not pass that

Sometimes I fuck with a rat hoe

But I will never fuck with the rat pack

Got Smith-n with me, baby, woosah, woosah

Stick yo ass like Botox (Bang, bang-bang, bang-bang)

Bitch, put your seat belt on when you hop in the fast car

Tadoe steady ask how I'm bleedin'

When you know I'm bleeding like a tampon

Still got love for the same bitch like when I'm posted on Lamron

My mama named me Keith baby, I rather that, than Stephon

When the wheels went flat, we fixed that bitch and kept going

(Ah-uh, ah-uh)

Now it's Fo's on the truck, when I pull up they be like, "Yeah, boy"

[Street Cat]

Ay (ay)

Smoking on that satellite (Man, fuck these hoes)

Yeah, because it smoke right (Ffff-beeep!)

I've done been to the jail, I ain't tryna go twice (Beep)

You crazy on the Internet, then why you acting so nice? (Beep)

I got all this fucking ice (Beep), I can have a snow fight (Beep)

Drop-top down went to 'deem (Beep), and of course, he overlight

(I'm a street nigga, dog, hoes love my style)

Niggas' white bricks day but I see fuckin' cold rice (Beep)

(I'm a street nigga, dog, hoes love my sty-)

Ay, ay

I'm a street nigga, dog, hoes love my style

I should wrap the Lamborghini black and white like a cow

What's that shit up in my pocket nigga it's the .40 cal (Bow)

They be seeing a nigga balling nigga here they come to foul

Baby momma keep on calling she like, "Get your fucking child"

I'm street nigga, nigga, I keep pistols tucked around

He was talkin' crazy, they like "Nah. He was fucking around"

I got folks here in with me and I'll make em' buck you down

I'm street nigga pussy, I ain't faking for the clout

I got cash but my crazy cousin'll take you for some pound

And I shoot crowds pussy, we'd shank 'ya for some thous

I got blue faces, thottianas, make 'em buss it down

I'm a street nigga pussy, I ain't payin' a hoe shit

They got cash apps on deck, I ain't sending hoes shit

He a peon ass nigga, he done sent his hoe a dick

At his dream girl house with gang in that hoe shit

I'm a street nigga, dog, everybody know that

So a hater, get whacked, bond money on deck

When I got my first gun, I'm like, "I gotta blow that"

I should go back to dough runners and selling dope sacks

I'm street nigga, nigga, I ain't gotta prove that

Oh, you tryna prove a point? Well, why you gotta do that?

I should go to foster dealers and go buy the school back

I'm street nigga, nigga, that was where my school at

I'm street nigga, nigga, can you understand me?

You don't speak Engli-? How you say, "Rubber-band me"?

Smoking on this stinky pack, flame up the gangrene

Sosa what the opps on? Nigga, not a damn thing

I'm a street nigga, dog, I don't love no bitch

I ain't talkin' to that bitch unless she buy her own shit

Unless she skrt, skrt, skrt-skrting and riding in her own shit

Bitch steady buying me shit, I can buy my own shit

I'm street nigga, dog, I was jumping off the porch

I had sprained my fuckin' ankle doin' jumpin' as a sport

Stealin' granny shit, now I'm taking nothin' less a sport

We ain't talkin' to these niggas they ain't nothin' past a dork

I'm a doggy nigga, baby, I know you love my fit

I ain't got no bitch, nigga, how you fuck my bitch?

Young street nigga, dog, two revolvers and a stick

Don't let folks 'nem hold it, they'll steal ya fuckin' shit, ay (Bang!)

mixtape: "Thot Breaker" (2015)

• Now & Later lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tyga)
• Oh My Goodness lyrics - Chief Keef

Now & Later lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tyga)

Clubbin' on big ass trees
Higher than Jack and the Bean
Bitch, now I'm back poppin' beans
And I ain't mixin' that with the Lean
She got her mind made up
(Mind made up)

[Hook:]
I'm gonna hit that now and later
(I'm gonna hit that now and later)
I'm gonna get money now and later
(Now and later)
Shit ain't sweet like now and later
(Now and later)
I be ridin' round town like I'm the mayor
(I'm the mayor)
Ready to get all that paper
(Gotta get all that paper)
I be fuckin' on thots like I'm a player
(Like I'm a player)
Thots when I go to sleep and wake up
(They go to sleep and wake up)

Thot breaker, thot breaker, thot breaker, thot breaker
Thot breaker, thot breaker, thot breaker, heart breaker
Thot breaker, thot breaker, heart breaker, thot breaker
Heart breaker, thot breaker, heart breaker
Bitch I'm a heart breaker

Now and later, your bitch on the table
Goin' up like elevators, running up escalators
Clubbin' on big ass trees
Higher than Jack and the Bean
Bitch, know I been poppin' beans
And I ain't mixin' that with the Lean

All I know is go hard, less Tony, more Sosa
Pull up on your block like cockadoodledoo and roosta roosta
Pulled up on your thot and she like God is that you? And I don't know her
But all these bitches love Sosa
And they down to hold the toaster
Grandma saying now and later
I'm about 30 thousand dollar loafers
Boy, get your bitch, she callin'
Better catch your bitch, she fallin'
Had that pussy, yeah, she show me
Cause I'm mighty Sosa Kobe

[Hook]

[Tyga:]
Bout my paper
These bitches keep callin' me, I'm too busy stackin' paper
Plus I got a big booty right in-front of me, motherfuckin' heartbreaker
She ball breaker
Phantom droppin' she know it's Nathan
Meet a new bitch on a daily basis, emoji faces
Girl, give me that open mouth baby, ooh
Ferrari dick drive you crazy, ooh
I know that shit sound crazy
I'm a young nigga, these young bitches pay me
I ain't payin' for the pussy
But I'll put you on retainer
She said that's the same thing, I said no it ain't
I hit it when I want when I come through
Roll up a blunt, tell your girlfriends roll up a blunt
Yeah, all we do is fuck, yeah, all we do is fuck
Few hours later then we wake up and fuck
Gotta king me, Cartier rings on my pinky
I fuck that bitch like she was Pinky
Then I'm gettin' brain on the plane
Jet size with a big flame
Hold your horses, we crossin' borders
Pop a pill, she used to wylin'
Oh shit, I forgot your name again
Was it oh shit? Man I must be drunk again
Never sober
Like a college kid, I'm 24 should be in college, man
But I'm rich as fuck without a college, man

[Hook]

Oh My Goodness lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket
I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch, stop it
Fourteen hundred for this belt, this ain’t no damn Versace
And I’m smoking all this dope, my hobby’s getting money
I count money like I’m poor, you know I already done it
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch I’m stunting
Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness
I need my money machine to count this shit for me

[Verse 1:]
I'll be flexin' on niggas, just coolin', flexin’
I got my niggas, my money, my toolie
I got my car, and my house and my jewelry
Yes, flexin' on niggas, I ain't worried
Smoking tooka to the head
Come through shoot ya then you’re dead
I’m getting money fuck the feds
I'm Glo Gang, what is that?
That’s my shit, you little bitch
Let’s get rich you little bitch
Get off my dick you little bitch
And go get you a brick
Smoking TuTu that’s my opps
So much damn TuTu on my car
Counting rolls like a boss then
You know that I know

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Money machine go beep beep
Hop in my car shooting shit du-du du-du du-du beep beep
All these fuck boys wanna be me
His bitch let me fuck her cause I got racks so I hit it like bang bang, skeet, skeet
Tell that on my phone yeah
Money tatted on my mind yeah
Thirty tatted on my gun yeah
It’s time to have fun yeah
His bitch say she wanna fuck me
She really wanna fuck my money
Thought that I ain’t know
She thought that I was a dummy
Told her save that shit, baby you on that lame ass shit
I don’t play that shit

[Hook]

"Bang 3" (2015)

• Grannys lyrics - Chief Keef

Grannys lyrics - Chief Keef

[Verse 1:]
I'm smoking dope feel like Lord Farquaad
I got a hunnid in my choppa
When niggas talking, shoot 'em down, blah blah
Sosa on that crazy shit, Lady Gaga
My gun go bang bang
Money machine go beep beep
I'm smoking on this Chief Keef
He got me so tree tree
Shoot a nigga deceased
Them I'm a go to D.C
And ask Obama do he see me
He said yeah 3-D
Tryna be like Jay-Z and get the million dollar AP
20 racks in my left pocket in my right pocket 18
And fuck nigga I'm only 18
Imagine what I'm a be when Kay Kay turn 18
Ho I don't want yo cooties or ya rabies
I'm heavy artillery and niggas [?]
Got 100 shot FN's better put 30s up in yo thick ear
My niggas comin' down ya block with shit we ball for the Navy
She said ain't you Chief Keef I said yeah bitch stingily
But on the block they call me Sosa baby
Member pushin' packs I want sellin' out no bandi's
I was turnt up sellin' out my Granny's

[Hook:]
I was sellin' out my Granny's
I was sellin' out my Granny's
Sellin' out my Granny's
I was sellin' out my Granny's

[Verse 2:]
What would I be without my Louies
Since I got money don't talk too me
When I ain't have money you wasn't talkin' to me
These niggas with me they sparkin' for me
Like G's, I don't fuck with no G's
Got 50 g's in my Robin jeans
Got 27 g's in my True Religion jeans
Bitch I got cheese and got lots of cheese
Had all the guns at my Granny's house
Now I can buy Granny a house
Member posted up on front street in frontof my Granny's house
Had 300/600 front street at my Granny's house
Finna get in traffic catch a opp, we layin 'em down
My gun got the best sex, get a nigga wet wet
You smokin' on ass pack I'm smokin' on jet pack
You ain't gettin' cash boy you going through check stress
I'm off 2 flats boy feelin' like a young Batman
Bitch these Balenciaga's, I don't like Prada
I like Hermes, I don't like Ferragamo
This between me and you is that ours
Turnt up sellin' dope up out my Grandma's

[Hook:]
I was sellin' out my Granny's
I was sellin' out my Granny's
Sellin' out my Granny's
I was sellin' out my Granny's

"Almighty DP" (2015) (with DP BEATS)

• Don't Love Her lyrics - Chief Keef
• Hot - Chief Keef
• Runnin lyrics - Chief Keef
• Asap Rocky lyrics - Chief keef
• Sleepy lyrics - Chief Keef
• Wet lyrics - Chief Keef
• TEC lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)
• On The Corner lyrics - Chief Keef
• MCM lyrics - Chief Keef
• Haten lyrics - Chief Keef
• Fool Ya lyrics - Chief Keef
• Need It lyrics - Chief Keef
• 10 Toes Down lyrics - Chief Keef
• All In lyrics - Chief Keef

Don't Love Her lyrics - Chief Keef

Bad bitch, want my number
I'ma fuck her, If I wanna
I don't wanna, I don't love her
I love the way she suck me up, but I don't trust her
I don't love her, I don't love her
I don't love her, I don't love her
I don't love her, I don't love her
I'mma love her, I don't love her

I smoke loud, smoke that thunder
You smoke that uh-uh, I don't want none
She's a runner, I don't want her
Boy, you love her, you put your trust in her
I be flexin', she be textin'
She wanna pull up, so we could be sexin'
I ain't with it, she can't forget it
She can give me top, I only got a minute
I'ma eagle, nigga fuck your pigeon
I'm like Weezy, nigga fuck your feelings
She call my phone, ring ring, I'm like "what is it?"
She like, "I'm in town and I wanna give you a visit"

Bad bitch, want my number
I'ma fuck her, If I wanna
I don't wanna, I don't love her
I love the way she suck me up, but I don't trust her
I don't love her, I don't love her
I don't love her, I don't love her
I don't love her, I don't love her
I'mma love her, I don't love her

Hot - 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

Smokin' on this loud, you can smell my shit (dope)
Hop up out the car and you can smell my whip
I don't fuck with coochie if you can smell the shit
I don't want the coochie if she sell the shit
She say she ain't a thot, she tellin' fairy tails and shit
I pull up on your block and I hear yells and shit
See, I got verses, but bitch I don't got 'em for the low
She said she love me, but baby ain't retarded though
I just hit the earth, drop in my veins to let you know
I just rolled 3 grams in that thing from Texaco
When I pull up, you know I be TNT (Too Turnt)
Hop out and I be chiefing 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

Runnin lyrics - Chief Keef

Sosa where you going? To the money
Runnin' to it, bitch I'm runnin' like I got on cleats
Pull up, stuntin' like I'm going to luncheon
You call my phone, you talkin' a hundred
Million yea, bitch I want it
Baby, I can take you on the island
I ain't talkin' Stony
How you just keep in it floating?
Baby I can buy you a new sew-in
Baby I be pistol toting, got my pistol and you know it
I go too fast she like boy slow it
I'm like okay baby I'm gone floor it
She like boy that's a hundred mill on the table
I'm like I know it

Jewelry blingin, bitch I show it
They like boy you gettin' bloated
I'm too turnt yeah bitch I'm loaded
And my style this nigga stole it
Choppa come through wrestling Mick Foley
Bitches like oh god I'm gloly
I remember when I ain't have nothin'
I woke up like oh god I'm gloly
There go the damn police
I'm gone get up out here slowly
Baby I got on a Breitling
I could buy you a damn rollie
Cause if I bought hoes anything
I be ballin' out now you know it
I done gave yo ass a chance
You done fucked around and blowed it
I get money just as fast as the damn stores did
Ion't need Shaq, I ball like I am Kobe
Ion't need Yao, I ball like I am McGrady
Just call me when you talkin money
Swear I am money brazy

Sosa where you going? To the money
Runnin' to it, bitch I'm runnin' like I got on cleats
Pull up, stuntin' like I'm going to luncheon
You call my phone, you talkin' a hundred
Million yea, bitch I want it
Baby, I can take you on the island
I ain't talkin' Stony
How you just keep in it floating?
Baby I can buy you a new sew-in
Baby I be pistol toting, got my pistol and you know it
I go too fast she like boy slow it
I'm like okay baby I'm gone floor it
She like boy that's a hundred mill on the table
I'm like I know it

Sosa where you going? To the money
Runnin' to it, bitch I'm runnin' like I got on cleats
Pull up, stuntin' like I'm going to luncheon
You call my phone, you talkin' a hundred
Million yea, bitch I want it
Baby, I can take you on the island
I ain't talkin' Stony
How you just keep in it floating?
Baby I can buy you a new sew-in
Baby I be pistol toting, got my pistol and you know it
I go too fast she like boy slow it
I'm like okay baby I'm gone floor it
She like boy that's a hundred mill on the table
I'm like I know it

Asap Rocky lyrics - Chief keef

Niggas gon' get ASAP poppied, nigga
Rocky, nigga
Bang! Bang! Bang!

[Hook:]
Nigga where my money? Need it ASAP Rocky
And we got them pistols, get it ASAP poppin'
Nigga want beef, then it's ASAP Rocky
Pull up on 'em, shhh, get to ASAP sparkin'
Nigga, we can do this ASAP doggy
Pull up on your ass with this ASAP doggy
I remember selling ASAP Rocky, now I be getting ASAP guapy

Shawty wanna talk, ASAP Rock
And she from Hawaii, we just started talkin'
But I don't give a fuck, back to the money
Walked up in the bank, walk out, laugh, and it's funny
I remember serving junkies, now I'm getting Rocky
ASAP Rocky, pull up on 'em, getting poppied
This bitch pull up on me, treat my dick like I was Sochi
Cuz I be counting guapy, ballin' is my hobby
Runnin' round the lobby, ASAP Rocky
Pullin' all the thotties, the thotties with the bodies
Gold teeth, white diamonds, ASAP Rocky
I been getting money, 'member running from this squally

[Hook:]
Nigga where my money? Need it ASAP Rocky
And we got them pistols, get it ASAP poppin'
Nigga want beef, then it's ASAP Rocky
Pull up on 'em, shhh, get to ASAP sparkin'
Nigga, we can do this ASAP doggy
Pull up on your ass with this ASAP doggy
I remember selling ASAP Rocky, now I be getting ASAP guapy

I be by pesos, ASAP Rocky
Nigga wanna send shots, nigga SWAT me, nigga
Got my gun, got bullets for everybody
We can do this ASAP Rocky
We can do this ASAP Ferg
Nigga I got ASAP birds
I ain't talkin' bricks, I'm talking Lugers
If you want it, I pull up, do you the worst
What you want? I gotta pull up on the curb
Street slanging, straight birds, so absurd
You missed yourself, and it's you pussy you get stirred
Pistols bangin', we don't talk, we don't [?]

[Hook:]
Nigga where my money? Need it ASAP Rocky
And we got them pistols, get it ASAP poppin'
Nigga want beef, then it's ASAP Rocky
Pull up on 'em, shhh, get to ASAP sparkin'
Nigga, we can do this ASAP doggy
Pull up on your ass with this ASAP doggy
I remember selling ASAP Rocky, now I be getting ASAP guapy

Sleepy lyrics - Chief Keef

I am sleepy, I am sleepy
I am sleepy, drank is sleep
But, I ain't gon' go to sleep, cuz I am greedy
Where that money, gotta get them ffff beep-beep's
Don't watch me, nigga watch T.V
Are you sleepy?, I am sleepy
I be up day and night, cuz I am greedy
Keep that check up in my car, and I'm fleein'

Dope got me tweekin', xans got you sleepin'
Nigga, no sleepin', dope got me reekin'
This thot Puerto Rican, that's what she speekin'
Me, I talk money, that's what I be speakin'
Niggas diss sneakin', ride around with heaters
I don't like speaking, I don't want a feature
Bye, bye, Felicia, I can fuck my teacher
Niggas talkin' tweekin', I'm a fuckin' tweeker
I'm the Grim Reaper, I'm soo fuckin' evil
My reefer is a keeper, I smoke it, get tree treed up
You's a fuckin' tweeter, me llamo Pistol Keeper
I'm ridin' with my heather, I'm a glo gang frontstreeter

I am sleepy, I am sleepy
I am sleepy, drank is sleep
But, I ain't gon' go to sleep, cuz I am greedy
Where that money, gotta get them ffff beep-beep's
Don't watch me, nigga watch T.V
Are you sleepy?, I am sleepy
I be up day and night, cuz I am greedy
Keep that check up in my car, and I'm fleein'

Wet lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
I get a nigga wet, get a bitch wet
I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet
Say I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet
And I get a nigga wet, and I get a nitch wet
If that nigga act up, then he gettin' wet
And that bitch she wanna fuck, cause she gettin' wet
If that nigga act up, then he gettin' wet
I say that bitch she wanna fuck, cause she gettin' wet

And that's wet and that's that
I just bought a new click-clack, and it's wet
And if wet means this that fucking 30
It's that fucking thing with 30 in it
Click-clack let that fuckin' 30 bang
My thot said she be havin' wet dreams
I'm somewhere dreaming sippin' on a pint
You think you rollin' cause you sippin' on a K
Who that there? It's a bird it's a plane
Pull up on the curb and then I slang
Now I got keys to the Phantom
Now I got some keys to my mansion
She wanna fuck me cause she say she wet
I'm smokin' lovely feel like I'm the best
Boy disrespect me you gon' get wet
I'm flexin' on niggas like Ben Frank

[Hook:]
I get a nigga wet, get a bitch wet
I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet
Say I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet
And I get a nigga wet, and I get a nitch wet
If that nigga act up, then he gettin' wet
And that bitch she wanna fuck, cause she gettin' wet
If that nigga act up, then he gettin' wet
I say that bitch she wanna fuck, cause she gettin' wet

I done got my dope wet, where the dope at
Don't want my old hoes back, where the hoes at
Where the thots at, I got the thot pack
It's a gamble with your life, where my pot at
He don't want to get wet, what kind of shit is that
Nina gonna get you wet, cause she made for that
Run up in yo house wet
A young nigga from the projects
That bitch ask where I'm going, I said to the top
That bitch ask what I'm doing, I said getting gwap
That bitch wanna know too much, she wanna know my spot
She wanna know where I hang out, she wanna count my gwap
But she can't cause I don't trust no one
I got my gun I ain't for no one
What you wet bitch, wanna know where I'm at bitch
I got trust issues right along with my gat bitch

TEC lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

Damn Sosa
No one smokes weed out here on the-
On the corner, no one smokes it like you man!
You smoke trees all day? These mother fuckers don’t know what they're doing

[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner

No one on the corner tote a strap like Sosa
No one on the corner let it clap like Sosa
No one on the corner make it happen like Sosa
No one on the corner is da captin' like Sosa
Ridin' and the hoes act up hyped though
Wherever Benji go, thats where I glo
Seen too many hoes, get too many hoes
No one on the corner got it like Sosa
Flexin on these niggas bet they like Sosa
Smokin Ganja nigga never light hoes
I'm a handy man I let the pipe go
If you scared nigga read a bible

[Hook:]
No one on the co[Hook x2:]
Boy hold my jewelry it's a pound
Brick on my wrist right now
And I'm finna go and scoop ya bitch
And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks
Finna pull up on my ex
Pull up on my ex make that bitch mad
"I ain't got no fucking type of respect
But I heard you get respect with TEC"

D-Moe go grab the pound
Thots coming over to suck us right now
Roll up let's get high
Smoke a nigga frown
Let 'em come up in this fucking house
Pistol to his motherfucking mouth
I told him "watch this motherfucking mouth"
Who the fuck talking now?
Flexin, look at my muscle (look at my motherfuckin' muscle)
My truck got a muscle (truck got a motherfuckin' muscle)
It ain't American, it's foreign
My bitch ain't American, she foreign
She is from Dubai
I got that check, then I flew by I roll by
Didn't stop for nobody
I don't fuck with nobody
I'll hop out and fuck your body and your party
We'll come through, shoot your party
Who told you to party? Not GloGang
Fuck boy you is a no name

[Hook x2:]
Boy hold my jewelry it's a pound
Brick on my wrist right now
And I'm finna go and scoop ya bitch
And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks
Finna pull up on my ex
Pull up on my ex make that bitch mad
"I ain't got no fucking type of respect
But I heard you get respect with TEC"

I just bought a chopper let's do a hit
You wife for us, she doing dicks
I got a .30 with a stick
I'm Glo Gang, we hella rich
These niggas hate but niggas bitches
These niggas tellin, niggas snitches
And you know snitches they get stitches
Pulling up and you get digits
Talking numbers, hunnid rounds
Catch you lacking it's man down
When I kill you, Ima frown
Ain't no fucking laughing or playing around
rner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner

No one on the corner get money like Sosa
No one on the corner got them hundreds like Sosa
No one on the corner rock shows like Sosa
No one on the corner rock hoes like Sosa
Like Sosa, like Sosa, these bitches love Sosa
If you're fine, you get closer and closer
These niggas hate Sosa
Its okay, I'm a put them thangs on ya!
Gas and then you're the first to flame on ya
Volcano your ass, King Kong ya
The choppa come through red flame on ya
Who got some moves on the corner?

[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner

On The Corner lyrics - Chief Keef

Damn Sosa
No one smokes weed out here on the-
On the corner, no one smokes it like you man!
You smoke trees all day? These mother fuckers don’t know what they're doing

[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner

No one on the corner tote a strap like Sosa
No one on the corner let it clap like Sosa
No one on the corner make it happen like Sosa
No one on the corner is da captin' like Sosa
Ridin' and the hoes act up hyped though
Wherever Benji go, thats where I glo
Seen too many hoes, get too many hoes
No one on the corner got it like Sosa
Flexin on these niggas bet they like Sosa
Smokin Ganja nigga never light hoes
I'm a handy man I let the pipe go
If you scared nigga read a bible

[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner

No one on the corner get money like Sosa
No one on the corner got them hundreds like Sosa
No one on the corner rock shows like Sosa
No one on the corner rock hoes like Sosa
Like Sosa, like Sosa, these bitches love Sosa
If you're fine, you get closer and closer
These niggas hate Sosa
Its okay, I'm a put them thangs on ya!
Gas and then you're the first to flame on ya
Volcano your ass, King Kong ya
The choppa come through red flame on ya
Who got some moves on the corner?

[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner

MCM lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
She say that I'm her MCM (girl you lyin)
But I dont wear no MCM (no I don't)
All I wear is hermes when I do (I spend 15 bands)
Ridin' on, flexin' on you (like skr skr skr, skr skr skr)
She posted me up as her MCM (as her MCM)
But I dont wear no MCM (I dont wear no fuckin MCM)
I spend 20 hundreds when I do (20 hundreds when I do)
Bitch I'm cold bitch I'm sick got the flu (bitch I'm sick got the flu)

She say I'm her MCM I be stuntin'
She say I'm her MCM I be swaggin' (swaggin swag)
Hop up in my car and then I drive it
I mean I dont drive it I ride it fast
Put my feet to the gas
Smokin' on this gas
Put your shit in the trash
Shawty know that I'm the man
Seen my ice she like damn
Baby I dont need no fan
She seen my car she like damn

[Hook:]
She say that I'm her MCM
But I dont wear no MCM
All I wear is hermes when I do
Ridin' on, flexin' on you
She posted me up as her MCM
But I dont wear no MCM
I spend 20 hundreds when I do
Bitch I'm cold bitch I'm sick got the flu

MCM, MCM, baby why am I your MCM?
Tell me now, tell me now
I dont ball bitch I [?]
I dont fuck please dont let me down
Im on point bitch on every sound
Ima fly up you take the levi down
Always in something foreign I'm heavy now
Spend 50,000 in true religion
You spend 10,000 think you the shited
It's Luois Vuitton for my luoreligion
They had Gucci for my gureligion

[Hook:]
She say that I'm her MCM
But I dont wear no MCM
All I wear is hermes when I do
Ridin' on, flexin' on you
She posted me up as her MCM
But I dont wear no MCM
I spend 20 hundreds when I do
Bitch I'm cold bitch I'm sick got the flu

Haten lyrics - Chief Keef

All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They yayughu ugh een gone
All of my bling on
My watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on

[Hook:]
All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They like, “Sosa where you been?”
I've been getting money, “you've been gone.”
Come back with my watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
Getting my bawss on
They be haten. [x5]
They be haten. [x5]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Hate
Haten. [x4]

Well I got money all up in my pores
Bitches all up in my phone
Niggas start to haten, and then stop participatin'
Then gon' get it gon' get it on
Bitch I spent four checks on my own
Pulled up flexin' on the low
Remember taking dope money back like, “Ay sir I'm Shawn.”
What the fuck you thought?
I had to go get me some gwap
I don’t like no snow
I had to go get me a loan
These niggas come through before
Me, I come through more hard
[?]
This is where I'm hot

Need some M&Millions, I like Chocolate
Peel up with no ceilings on, I think that I'm hot
I think that I'm Wayne, big timers blang blang

[Hook:]
All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They like, “Sosa where you been?”
I've been getting money, “you've been gone.”
Come back with my watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
Getting my bawss on
They be haten. [x5]
They be haten. [x5]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Hate
Haten. [x4]

Air force ones, with no socks
Remember having rocks in my socks
Bitch I got my jewelry that I dont even wear but I'm a put it on and get hot
All these fuck niggas jealous, they don’t want me to kill it. They dont give a fuck if I flop!
But I'm a keep on killin', I'm a keep me Millin' I'm a straight go chase that gwap!
Pull up smoking skunk to the skunk
Shawty got some junk in the trunk
And these niggas keep on haten but I dont give a mother fucking fuck to the fuck!
Sneak dissin' like what to the what?
Im like huh to the huh?
I'm just getting money that’s it homie duh duh duh duh duh

Ayyy 110 in a 55 now running from the cops
She say I got style, baby I get that a lot
I get that a lot
I get that a lot

[Hook:]
All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They like, “Sosa where you been?”
I've been getting money, “you've been gone.”
Come back with my watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
Getting my bawss on
They be haten. [x5]
They be haten. [x5]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Hate
Haten. [x4]

Fool Ya lyrics - Chief Keef

Aye, aye, aye, aye
Bang Bang Bang!
Doh, doh doh doh
Skert, skert, skert
(DP on the beat)
Hundred for the one's and two hundred for my...

[Hook:]
I paid hundred for the ones
And two hundred for my gun
Paid a hundred for the drum
Just to go up in my gun
Paid fifty for some bullets
That's your box of bullets
Shoot 'em at your stomach
And shoot at your medulla
With my ruger
Smoking Tooka
In my beamer
I'm a fool
Pull up on ya
Pull up to ya
Switch cars
Did I fool ya?

Pull up in that 'Rari, hallelujah
Then I hop up in my Beemer just to fool ya
Fool your bitch, I pull up in that fucking Hummer
Hummer H2 bitch, nah this ain't no scooter
It go faster than a Harley
Someone please pass me the damn Molly
Even though I don't smoke with nobody
I don't need no bodyguard I got my body
Got my Tommy
Shoot this shit right up at your tummy
Now you're looking like a zombie
Trying to get help but you couldn't find it
My Beemer colored soo woo ravioli
'Member when I used to eat ravioli?
Now I can buy Kay Kay a little pony
Anything she want, you know I'm on it
That money I be on it
I ain't got no business sitting on it
I just got some business with getting money
You ain't talking money, that shit phony

[Hook:]
I paid hundred for the ones
And two hundred for my gun
Paid a hundred for the drum
Just to go up in my gun
Paid fifty for some bullets
That's your box of bullets
Shoot 'em at your stomach
And shoot at your medulla
With my ruger
Smoking Tooka
In my beamer
I'm a fool
Pull up on ya
Pull up to ya
Switch cars
Did I fool ya?

So we're coolin' in my mansion
Holding your bitch for randsom
How much you got to get her back fam
She ain't worth shit so I hope you got a bounty
Boy I heard your belt Versace
I got 50 times Versace in my pocket
Money be my logic
So you know I'm all about it

Need It lyrics - Chief Keef

I'm weeded
No stressing girl nata I'm weeded
Yeah thats cool [x4]
I fucked her on top of temp

[Hook:]
I fucked her on top of tempedic (temperpedic)
Tryna' stress me girl, nata I don't need it
No stressing no nata I'm weeded
Interest me if not I will be leaving [x2]

He flexin' like I'm not, I don't believe it
Check out my watch check out his watch is his singin'?
These lessons I'm teaching, they taught me it
God blessed me, I'm flexing, walking it
Pull up for that money I'm walking it
Pulled your thot I catch her im freezin'[?]
I live this no I'm not talking it
That money yeah I be stalking it
Got your bitch, I'm in ice, freezin'
Left with your heat if you are with it
Please do not ig or tweet it
The feds watching I do no snitchin'
I spend money, I do no bitchin'
I make money, I use no kitchens
Niggas washed up and I'll do those dishes
I'm tucked up and I need more tension
That thot I fucked her, she's in love
Shes like "no Chief Keef he's a drug"
Cops like "no Chief Keef he's a thug"
Niggas like "Chief Keef no he's a scrub"
But I'm countin' benjis no bucks
And thots I'm fuckin' plenty so what
I'll be like don't let me get no pennies or ones
Is you william just like wendy or what

[Hook:]
I fucked her on top of tempedic
Tryna' stress me girl, nata I don't need it
No stressing no nata I'm weeded
Interest me if not I will be leaving [x2]

He flexin' like I'm not, I don't believe it
Check out my watch check out his watch is his singin'?
These lessons I'm teaching, they taught me it
God blessed me, I'm flexing, walking it

10 Toes Down lyrics - Chief Keef

Need to be happy...

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

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

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

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

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

All In lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
All in, all in
If you tossing money I am all in
Heard you wanna laugh nigga ball then
I just left yo bitch and I got all in
All in, all in
Yo bitch on me cuz I keep balling
And I swear that this money keep calling
But as long as it keeps coming I am all in

Aww damn
Just got some guns and some balls yeaa
Never wanna hear all in
That mac and tec be cousins
They be bussin, they cussin
Toolie out im like fuck it
Unless the police come I won't tuck it for nothing
Heard niggas on that fuck shit
Click clack this nina ready to fuck shit
Catch up no Dj Mustard
Boy you ain't getting no money if I ain't love it
Money be my discussion
You ain't discussing money, I ain't talkin

[Hook:]
All in, all in
If you tossing money I am all in
Heard you wanna laugh nigga ball then
I just left yo bitch and I got all in
All in, all in
Yo bitch on me cuz I keep balling
And I swear that this money keep calling
But as long as it keeps coming I am all in

All in, met yo bitch and I was all in that thang
When I pull up I went all in the paint
Trap house, flats all in that thang
Nah boy you can't hang, nigga you can't hang
You ain't with the glo gang, you ain't with the gang gang
I be spitting propane
It's something that I know man
I be balling, I be wilding
VIP and fuck a line
And I be all up in the club
Standing all over the couches
And I do this shit for Blood
Henny all over the couches
If you talking bout that money, I swear I am bout it

[Hook:]
All in, all in
If you tossing money I am all in
Heard you wanna laugh nigga ball then
I just left yo bitch and I got all in
All in, all in
Yo bitch on me cuz I keep balling
And I swear that this money keep calling
But as long as it keeps coming I am all in

I got all the hoes, I got all the hoes
I got all the rolls, I be on the road
I can count this money with my eyes closed
Ride by you, bye-bye ho!
Cuz im bout my rolls, bitch I'm bout my rolls
You ain't talking rolls then I gotta go
I thought you knew, baby I am bout my rolls

I'm bout my pesos, my rolls
You ain't talkin pesos I shoot you in ya nose
And ya mouth
Cuz you wasn't talking right
Better bring that money to the light
BITCH NIGGA
Cuz i'm a rich nigga
For a show I need 6 figures
You talking 30 bands, I'ma take it
But your show I might not make it
Hoes think I am Jamaican
Rastafari dreads they be shaking
Pull up on they block, niggas shaking
Click clack this ning ding finna get baking
Bitch, I eat bacon
But I don't fuck with big, see them then I shake it
They gon try to strip me naked
Take me to the cell I can take it
It ain't nothing, aye
Nigga try me then it's bussin
10-10, call a 10-10 code 10
Cuz that ning ding be my twin twin
That's the only friend I got
Other than guap
My momma told me trust no one
Snakes in the grass one of em gon bite

I got all the hoes, I got all the hoes
I got all the rolls, I be on the road
I can count this money with my eyes closed
Ride by you, bye-bye ho!
Cuz im bout my rolls, bitch I'm bout my rolls
You ain't talking rolls then I gotta go
I thought you knew, baby I am bout my rolls

I thought you mothafuckin knew
Pull up bitch i'm bout my rolls
You ain't talking rolls then we bout to blow
At your mothafuckin skull and your fucking nose
And your teeth nigga
We gonna make your dumbass bleed nigga
30 in this ning ding nigga
It's a drill bitch, ding ding nigga