Fuck The World lyrics - Sematary, Hackle & Chief Keef

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

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

You're listening to Haunted Mound for FTP

(Fuck the population) Fuck the world, fuck the population

Oscar

H-H-H-Hauntaholics, real Haunted Mound

Aaahhh, ayy

Fuck the world, fuck the population

Them Haunted Mound boys pull up, they gon' get ya

I rock True Religion but I don't fuck with no God

Look at my wristwatch, I'm pissed off and I'm blinged up

I got big sticks and I'm mounted up and the world's gone so I'm turnin' up

Fuck it all, I'm turning up, FTP Mound, turning up

Smokin' on this fuckin' rot, ride around, still fuck the law

I'm the King of the Graveyard, Fuck The Population

Howdy, partner, keep my name out yo' mouth

'Fore we have them guys run up in ya house (Fuck the population)

Shawty say she wanna die up in my whip

I'm with my Mound boys, I'm creepin' out the crypt

If I told you I loved you, bitch, I was high as fuck

I don't listen to her 'cause that bitch dumb as fuck

I brought a mothafuckin' spiked bat to the club

Mothafucka', I'll bust ya head, swing and duck

Ridin' hearse thang with my iced out Breitling, dang

Oxy got me tearin' off my skin, God dang

It's always FTP 'cause I don't care about no thang

Ride off hate and gasoline, what the fuck you mean?

Fuck ya racks, I burn 'em up, fuck your life, I'll shoot it up

Cancer smoke, I huff and puff, and light the fuse, it blow ya up

We don't like you motherfuckers, you can kick rocks

I thought you knew, it's Fuck The Population (Fuck the population)

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

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

FTP, FTP, FTP on me (Oscar)

Fuck the world and fuck the population, bitch, fuck everything

I wake up, feel nothing, and that's even if I go to sleep (HDOE)

Take a sip out my cup, hell naw, boy, in yo' fucking dreams

I be up late, I be seein' things, ghosts and ghouls when I sleep (What)

When I wake up, you don't wanna know what I see

That's my bro ZacFTP, drivin' CTS-V (HDOE)

Bitch, we going Dumbo, sippin' on Spanish Tosey

I hit up my plug in Poland, no, you can't be my friend (No)

I creep up when the pack hits, stab you right where your neck is (HDOE)

You know where I am (HDOE), disappear like backends (HDOE)

Chokin' on blood, don't even know what you said (HDOE)

It's Fuck The Population, bitch, you know where we stay

We post up at Zac's crib, in a massage chair I'm sleeping (HDOE, HDOE, HDOE)

It's FTP and Haunted Mound, sippin' lean at Zac's house

Eyes closed, bitch, so yo' ass better not wake me up now, HDOE

Lean in my body, my mouth a biscuit (Lean, H-H-H-Hauntaholics)

Hundred-K cash in my britches (Ffff, beep)

Scratched the Forgiatos then I fixed it (Blick)

Yeah, they fours but them hoes look like sixes (Flex)

Fuck the pigs, fuck the birds, fuck the fishes (Bitch)

I'll have my bitch do ya like some dishes (Bang, bang, bang)

'Fore we cut ya ears off, nigga, listen (What?)

I got FTP on my fitted, ayy (FTP)

Been to war, been to hell, been to prison

I'm in the spot, leave you right in the kitchen (Bang, bang)

AK left a finger for the fishes

Magic stick, bitch, I'll grant your wishes

Fuck yo' pipe, fuck yo' life, fuck yo' clique, bitch (Fuck 'em)

Lil' bro chop yo' head, that's some sick shit (What?)

Diarrhea left the crib, did some big shit (Huh?)

Nigga upper and a down, bet I fix it

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

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

Get Bandz lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

Zaytoven

[Chief Keef:]

Only thing on my mind is to get bands (Hah, hah)

Ben Franklin, that's a nigga friend

Walked in lookin' like a rich man (Damn, yah, yah)

Her friends wanna go, but she stayin' (Yup, Sosa)

It's big Bs on my jeans (Damn, damn)

Heater in the back, get your ass steamed (Bang, bang-bang)

Pourin' up the lean because I'm a fiend (Lean, lean, lean)

I just the left bank with some fuckin' cheese

You know I always got somethin' up my sleeve (Yah, yah)

Bitch, I'm tryna fuck, can you fuckin' read? (Huh, bitch)

Spendin' paper like I get it off a tree (Bitch, bee)

Pullin' all-nighters, I can get it offa sleep (Bee)

Baby, you ain't gotta wonder, you know I got that loaf

Stay shittin' off the cheese like I'm lactose (Yah)

What these niggas be on, man, God knows

My .9 up five docks, five-o

I got walked in the cut (Yah), rollin' up the skunk (Dope)

We come from the slums (Yah), now we live near the palms (Yah)

Trees in the blunt (Yah), torturing my lungs (Let's get it)

2k for the shoes, you'll have money if I stunt

Only thing on my mind is to get bands (Hah, hah)

Ben Franklin, that's a nigga friend

Walked in lookin' like a rich man (Damn, yah, yah)

Her friends wanna go, but she stayin' (Yup, Sosa)

It's big Bs on my jeans (Damn, damn)

Heater in the back, get your ass steamed (Bang, bang-bang)

Pourin' up the lean because I'm a fiend (Lean, lean, lean)

I just the left bank with some fuckin' cheese

[Tadoe:]

I just poured a six of the kickstand (Lean, lean)

We only hit licks for them big bands (Bang)

Try to run up, I'ma up, get your shit fanned (Bang, bang)

Take a trip in Mia-ayo, catch a big tan (Yoom, yoom, yoom)

I might put some diamonds in the wristband (Bling, bling)

A quarter in my ear, that's a big spend (Yah)

Nigga, your ass runnin' outta quicksand (Bitch, bitch)

This lil' bitch ain't givin' top, the bitch spend (Yuh)

[Chief Keef:]

I might put some diamonds in the belt buckle (Yah, yah)

And I go by, "Pay me, fuck you" (Skrrt)

She suck me and she says she love you (Yuh)

I'm in your city, 'bout to pull up to a zoo (Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)

These white bitches crazy, they be snortin' lines (Damn, damn)

Penalize a nigga if he cross the line

Can't wait to see my homies that did all the time

Crib got so many rooms and they all is mine

Only thing on my mind is to get bands (Hah, hah)

Ben Franklin, that's a nigga friend

Walked in lookin' like a rich man (Damn, yah, yah)

Her friends wanna go, but she stayin' (Yup, Sosa)

It's big Bs on my jeans (Damn, damn)

Heater in the back, get your ass steamed (Bang, bang-bang)

Pourin' up the lean because I'm a fiend (Lean, lean, lean)

I just the left bank with some fuckin' cheese

GLOGANG lyrics - Chief Keef (with Andy Milonakis)

G-L-O-G-A-N-G

Money, we get plenty

Thots, we get plenty

Niggas can't come near we

'Cause niggas out here snakes

Niggas act like they're your friend, they're fake

They want the food up on your plate

They want your shoes, they want your skates

[Chief Keef:]

I'm bout my money, all of that

Salute, I'm captain

Know she fuck me 'cause my money blame it on the cognac

Comin' through, Andy hit me like, ring ring, we got some racks

That's a lot of money on the table, you know we gotta get that

Bad bitch, gotta hit that

I'm flier than a pelican man

Lean back with the tool Fat Joe

Walking around with my Elephant Man

Diamonds on me, they're elegant man

Tryna take my shit, I'm tellin' you man

I'm gon' blow my gun, bang bang bang

I ain't feelin' you man

Diamonds in my chain, bling bling bling

Yours look shittier man

Bitches call my phone, ring ring ring

You think yours looks prettier man

Finna smoke some loud, I swear I can't hear you man

I be ballin' out, I think I'm Kobe Durant

G-L-O-G-A-N-G

Money, we get plenty

Thots, we get plenty

Niggas can't come near we

'Cause niggas out here snakes

Niggas act like they're your friend, they're fake

They want the food up on your plate

They want your shoes, they want your skates

[Andy Milonakis:]

Got more pints than a blood drive

Pouring fourths, this is mud life

Up in PJs, that's how we fly

They see I'm rich and they ask me why

Sosa and Sachi, we gonna catch this hommi

G-L-O Gang, we about to catch this body

Cut the tennis ball, hide the crack in it

People thought I'm actin'

Young Sachi trappin'

You know I'm Sosa strappin'

Chicago to Manhattan

And you know my boys that always be clappin'

Bang bang, now 300

Andy Milonakis, bitch you don't want it, bitch

G-L-O-G-A-N-G

Money, we get plenty

Thots, we get plenty

Niggas can't come near we

'Cause niggas out here snakes

Niggas act like they're your friend, they're fake

They want the food up on your plate

They want your shoes, they want your skates

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

(Yung, 'Rari)

(R-R-R-Rari)

Ayy

Turn the lights off real quick

So you could see the shit still blingin'

(R-R-R-Rari)

Caught a fox, cut his tail off (Bang)

Seen a rat, stomped his head off (Come here)

Blue Summer, turn into a red Fall

Make a nigga run fast, call 'em Sonic Hedgehog (Brrt)

We let off some shots, they gon' all be dead (Bang)

I told my daughter stop breakin' off her Barbie heads (Duh-duh-duh)

I know they mad I'm livin', because they want me dead (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Girly-ass nigga, break you like a Barbie leg (Huh)

Pussy-ass boy (Huh), get that bitch a Barbie pen (Yeah)

You don't want gang up in yo' shit? Don't have a party then (Bitch)

If it went down quick, bitch, it's probably sent (Sent)

Air the whole spot out, we make the party trend (Bang, bang, bang, ayy, ayy)

I just purchased two of the same guns, they probably twins (Bang, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

She sayin' I ain't shit, then she sayin' that I'm probably is (Ayy, ayy, huh, ayy, ayy, huh, ayy, ayy)

I just met a bitch named Pam and fucked her just like Tommy did (Like Tommy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Yeah I know my daddy, but that nigga never bought me shit

(Bitch, yeah)

A bitch just did her makeup, she lookin' just like Harley Quinn (Woo)

We'll chop yo' body up and put it in a garbage can (Bang, bang, bang, bang)

Went through my contacts, and what I seen? Hardly friends (None)

The teacher told me, "You ain't wanna come to school

Why the fuck you tardy then?" (Huh, huh)

Went to school for shit, 'cause them bitches didn't taught me shit (Ouu)

Grandpa took me fishin' one time, and I ain't caught me shit (Nah, nah, nah)

When I ain't have it, I asked for a pack and bitch-ass niggas wouldn't throw me shit (Nah, huh, huh, huh)

Now I can return your whole pack, yeah, bitch, I'm on my Kobe shit

Lil nigga, that ain't how you ball, I can see you on yo' Lonzo shit (Bih, bih, bih, bih, bih)

I'm in the woods smokin' big 'Woods, I can see you on yo' Fronto shit (Dope)

Lil nigga, I'll take that shit from you before I ask you to front yo' shit (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)

Pulled up flexin' like the man

She say she see me on my Macho shit (Skrrt)

Hood lyrics - Chief Keef

Ayy

Sosa, baby

How them niggas feel when you left em' in the hood? (How they feel?)

I'm smoking dope and I wish a fuck nigga would (I wish you would)

This bitch going fast 'cause somethin' in the hood (Vyoom)

This bitch be sounding like somethin' in the woods (Beep)

I'll pull up in a Rolls in the hood (In a Rolls)

I'll hop out with them rolls in your hood (Hop out with them rolls)

Everybody knew, they seen me through the hood (Beep, you'll see me)

Now I drive a Lamborghini through the hood (Lamborghini)

We'll open 'em up like canned goods (Open them up)

Bullets back to back like a ambush (Ambush)

What I'm smoking that grown man kush

If I went to college I'd pull a 'Rari on the campus, ayy (Skrrt)

Steady lighting L's like candles (Skrrt, sss)

This V12 came with the handles (With the handles)

Bitch, I eat beef like Campbell's (Look like Campbell's)

Finna build a house by the animals (Huh? Huh?)

We be strapped like Judge Dredd (Huh?)

He smoke butts, he a butthead (Butthead)

I be going Beavis and Butthead (Butthead)

Bustdown get her butt wet (Wet)

Sit down, ho, you ugly (Sit down)

I got paper, switch the subject (Huh?)

Ayy

Hood, hood

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood

Hood, hood

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood

Hood, hood

Hood, hood

Hood, hood (Huh?)

I feel like Goddamn Spider-Man (Spider)

I fell down once, I'll try it again (Try it again and again and again and again)

You can get killed for like five lil' bands (Five)

Nigga swung on you and you grab his hands (Bang)

You shot him in his shit he wouldn't have had the chance

Bitch I had white, I ain't have the gas

Slide through your shit with a savage pass

When we pull up boy we gon' grab his ass (Skrrt)

Niggas wanna play like dominoes

Send his ass goodbye, vámonos

Turn Ramadan to ramados

I think I want an Aventador (Skrrt)

Eh-em, can you hear me, Lord? (Skrrt)

Don't worry 'bout it, I'ma get it, Lord

You can call me the Get-it Lord

Hold on, don't fail me, Lord (fail me)

Yeah, I know what you tell me, Lord (tell me)

Speed up, don't snail me, Lord

It was bad, you helped me, Lord

Ay

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?" (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?" (Brrt)

Ayy, rolling through your hood grinning

Rolling through your hood grinning (Brrt)

Rolling through your hood grinning

Rolling through your hood grinning (Brrt)

Riding in my hood

Shells in your hood (Brrt)

I was in the hood

Dope and a gun (Brrt)

Could've, would've, should

Now you gotta cut

Now you leaking blood

All 'cause you hurt

You shit on my looks

I don't need to pay

Penthouse for another day

And we ain't even stay

Still play for the Bulls, nigga, I ain't even trade

Heard niggas was mentioning me and I ain't even hate

Used to be outside all day, and I ain't even astray

Niggas shooting at me all day (Pussies)

And I ain't even grazed

She tell me I'm shining, but I ain't even glazed

She shaking her ass, and I ain't even phased (Bitch)

Put one in your top and make it look staged

Go to work and be late, gotta dock they pay

Ayy, ayy

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?" (Ayy, ayy)

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?" (Ayy, ayy)

Rolling through your hood grinning

Rolling through your hood grinning

Rolling through your hood grinning

Rolling through your hood grinning

Right in my hood

Shells in your hood

I was in the hood

Dope and a gun, ayy ayy ayy

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

[Tadoe:]

Ayy, what's poppin'?

You know how the fuck we bleed, man

We get money and kill people, man

You hear me, man?

We don't rap beef, man

We slide, man, we drill people, man

Bomin' like Obama do and trap for the gunner too, man

I only speak facts and count racks, man and send packs, man

Let's get it

[Trippie Redd:]

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Shawty know I kill people, real people

From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals

Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy

Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah

Shawty know I kill people, real people

From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals

Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy

Nigga need to find his chill boy

Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up

[Tadoe:]

Tote somethin' illegal

Hit your block with them guys, hop out, kill people

Got a Glock four-five, and it's real lethal (let's get it)

Bitch, you know we fry, we really kill people (bang bang)

Bitch I'm with the gang, we catch a body gang (gang gang)

Bitch we gang bang off in the lobby man (bang)

Catch a nigga lackin', it's a hobby man

Pop him in the noggin, leave him sloppy man

Hit your block, we gon' swerve shit (skrt skrt)

In the trap, I'm posted with the birds bitch (skrt skrt)

I don't rap beef, what's the words bitch? (huh?)

Niggas sneak dissin', lemme hurt (bang bang)

[Trippie Redd:]

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Shawty know I kill people, real people

From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals

Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy

Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah

Shawty know I kill people, real people

From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals

Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy

Nigga need to find his chill boy

Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up

[Chief Keef:]

Everyone same side for lil bro, Ice Age all of my clothes

How I ball, you think I went pro, I'm in the hood, bricks go

She show me her thong, Cisco, she's high and ready to go

I'm hungrier than a hippo, Aim FN, how I get low

Got a new scope and it got zoom and I'm in that yoom

Baby, I know you smell that fume

Just get down, you hear that boom

In the back of the 'Bach and this bitch got room

Magazine got colored shells, half green, half blue

Smoking on that cook', someone bring me a pot

All these diamonds, I don't get hot

Young nigga really from them blocks

Ayy pussy, here we come. if you ready or not

On probation but I tote Glocks, walk through court, smellin like pot

[Trippie Redd:]

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Shawty know I kill people, real people

From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals

Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy

Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah

Shawty know I kill people, real people

From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals

Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy

Nigga need to find his chill boy

Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up

I Thought I Had One lyrics - Chief Keef

Ay

GBE, baby, GBE, baby

Sosa, baby (GBE, baby)

And these big-ass earrings hurt my fuckin' ear (Yeah)

Bitch, how'd I fuck it up in here? (Yeah)

Bitch, who told your dumb-ass come in here? (Come in here, come)

Almost shot your ass up like a deer (Like a deer)

Shawty choosin', what she doin'?

I just pulled the whips up, now she bruisin'

With a young boss bitch, act like a cougar

Car sound like a coupe, it's not a Jaguar

'Cause I'm in a fast car, she suck like vacuum

I'll get you're gang some (Bah!), give you my last one

What you want? Another one? Was that a bad one? (Huh?)

Looking for a fuck to give, thought I had one

In the jungle I see seagle

Hear the whine out the motor, bitch, it sound like a eagle (Skrrt, skrrt)

Here that motherfucker go vroom, bitch, it's eager (Skrrt, skrrt)

I had to tell her calm down, bitch, you tweakin' (Skrrt, skrrt)

You know them pigs be salty like some seasonin' (Seasonin')

And I got a fucking F&N for every season (Season)

Pull up with that motherfucker, leave a bitch dreaming (Dreaming)

Hole so big I see what he thinkin' (Thinkin')

With a redhead

Kept it real, said she only fuckin' dread heads

Baby, I don't wanna fuck, bitch, I want head-head (ay)

Set the Lambo' when that bitch on bed rest

Shawty bring me flats 'cause she from out West (West)

I just got a Tommy for the house rats (Rat)

That ain't loud pack, that's lousy

Smokin' dro see, it got me feelin' drowsy

Got a Tommy for the Jerrys

It will turn yo' tooth blue, so don't be tryna pair with me

Ridin' like a player, bitch, I used to do it careless (ay)

Rest of the gang, blows up, young airhead (Gang)

You can see me up in traffic

Chief Sosa, bitch, I'm a young lucky bastard (Sosa, baby)

Pull up tornado, but I call it a disaster (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

I ain't tell 'em I was taking off, I did like NASA (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ay, ay

I Wish You Would lyrics - Chief Keef

(produced by ChopSquad DJ)

Aye, turn the music up for me Chris

Chop Squad

I wish you would

Try to say that I'm acting funny

Back then you ain't fuck me, bitch (Uh)

I wish you would

Act like 'cause I got them handsome rolls

That you don't still think I'm ugly bitch

Get hit with this wood

'Cause we got that Draco on us

And it got wood up on it

And I wish they would

Take a case with no evidence (Skrt)

And make the motherfuckin' kid sit

I bet she would

Put your diamonds tester on my diamonds (I wish she would)

Cosign up and get your shit financed (I wish she would)

Run off, we gon' strike you quick like some lightning (I wish you would)

Act like 45 ain't my height man (I wish she would)

Now cut my motherfuckin' check (My check)

You'll make my thirty less (My thirty less)

Tell Rara be quiet on the set (On the set)

Take hella chopper and land it on your neck (I wish you would)

Tell me when I can't come (Can't come)

Tell me what I ain't done (I wish you would)

Tell me that I ain't one hun (One hun)

I'm the realest you ever gon' find (Ever find)

I wish you would

Try to say that I'm acting funny

Back then you ain't fuck me, bitch (Uh)

I wish you would

Act like 'cause I got them handsome rolls

That you don't still think I'm ugly bitch

Get hit with this wood

'Cause we got that Draco on us

And it got wood up on it

And I wish they would

Take a case with no evidence (Skrt)

And make the motherfuckin' kid sit

I bet she would

Told a bitch that 24 hours ago (I wish you would)

'Cause she said she gon' let me air it, Jimmy Fallon hoe (Fallon hoe)

Tell her friends about me, it's gon' be dominoes (She wish I would)

'Cause every time I'm done cracking, I be like "vamonos"

Like duh, duh, duh, duh, broke boy

You can run your teeth, all I can say

We got 200's and 250 niggas up in the way

I wish you would

Be rearing me medium-well when I told you, you burned my motherfucking steak

I wish you would

Try to knock my food off my motherfucking plate

I wish you would

Try to say that I'm acting funny

Back then you ain't fuck me, bitch (Uh)

I wish you would

Act like 'cause I got them handsome rolls

That you don't still think I'm ugly bitch

Get hit with this wood

'Cause we got that Draco on us

And it got wood up on it

And I wish they would

Take a case with no evidence (Skrt)

And make the motherfuckin' kid sit

I wish you would

I wish you would

I wish you would

I Wonder lyrics - Chief Keef

Get this money

I do this for my daughter, I don't do this shit for nothin'

It's all about the Glory and that's why I stay stunting

She like you told me you'd never leave me, gotta go and get this money (guap)

I do this for my daughter, I don't do this shit for nothing (Kay Kay)

It's all about the Glory and that's why I stay stunting (you know)

I got so much money I can buy a bank, huh (Ben Frank)

Is you gone give me top, she say she prolly say so (huh bitch)

When you gotta get out, bitch imma say so (yeah, bitch)

I got all this cake like it's my birthday though (that guap)

Just don't call me broke, but you can call it what you want

Watch me come through killing shit, R.I.P. the parking lot

Imma make her give me top, Imma go and drop the top

I be counting lots of guap, I be fucking lots of thots

Say I got some awesome ears, awesome chain, awesome watch

You wearing trues, my daughter tho

Versace shit, Louis Vuitton

That bitch say help her, she say she ain't going home

Imma have to kick her out, Kay Kay you leave me alone

Boy you shouldn't be mad at me

Tell your bitch to leave me alone

I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin with my Louis rag and

Got 500 cash up in my Louis bag and

Sosa you be swagging, bitch I ain't askin'

I'm smoking on this dope, this shit smellin' like some cat piss

All these niggas mad and I'm cooling relaxing

Coolin' in my mansion with my shooter Tray Savage

And he got that Mac 10, this ain't no old western

Spot 'em, got 'em, drop 'em, shoot his ass bitch no exceptions

Never leave me, gotta go and get this money (guap)

I do this for my daughter, I don't do this shit for nothing (Kay Kay)

It's all about the Glory and that's why I stay stunting (you know)

I got so much money I can buy a bank, huh (Ben Frank)

Is you gone give me top, she say she prolly say so (huh bitch)

When you gotta get out, bitch imma say so (yeah, bitch)

I got all this cake like it's my birthday though (that guap)

Just don't call me broke, but you can call it what you want

I be with them slow boys

You be with them broke boys

I be smoking loud pack and you ain't making no noise

Get dough boy or you gon' die broke boy

Cause fuck with us, we gon leave you dead, nothing to show for it

I fucked your bitch, she all up on my phone now

You lookin' for her, she in Sosa world boy she gone now

But I do not like her, that little pussy fuckin

I fuck 10 hoes a day and bad bitches come in dozens

Smoking on this kush pack, strong pack, musty

I don't wanna fuck her anyway bitch you musty

Sayin' that them red bottoms bitch them red nothings

Two 40's with them 30's and you can meet they cousins

You bitch a bug and you little niggas buggin'

I'm crazy I take $40,000 spend it like it's nothing

It's nothing, with my conjunction function

And I'm posted on this black wall but I ain't from Compton

Told me you'd never leave me, gotta go and get this money (guap)

I do this for my daughter, I don't do this shit for nothing (Kay Kay)

It's all about the Glory and that's why I stay stunting (you know)

I got so much money I can buy a bank, huh (Ben Frank)

Is you gone give me top, she say she prolly say so (huh bitch)

When you gotta get out, bitch imma say so (yeah, bitch)

I got all this cake like it's my birthday though (that guap)

Just don't call me broke, but you can call it what you want

John Madden lyrics - Chief Keef

All or nothing

Sosa!

Ls, Ls

D.Rose. What up man?

Roll that dope up

Sosa Baby

Catch up, catch up

064 Boys (Bang bang), you better know boy (Bang bang)

Have my young niggas (Young niggas), kick a door boy (Bang bang)

You better blow boy (Bang), 'cause we gon' blow boy (Bang, bang, bang)

You better duck boy (Duck boy), get on the floor boy (Boy)

600 Boys (600), I rock with those boys (Boys)

D.Rose boy (Boy), my little bro boy (Boy)

He gon' blow boy (Bow), get you gon' boy (Bow, bow, bow, bow)

Y'all some little boys (little boys), I'm a grown boy (Bang)

Gimmie some racks (Racks), 'bout 5 stacks (5 stacks)

And if he holding that? (That) I'm 'a rob that (Rob that)

Then I'm checking niggas (Bang), like a contract (Bang bang)

You's a little nigga (little nigga), I'm beyond that (Beyond that)

Where yo moms at? My dick. She can climb that (Climb that)

Fuck a Tooka Gang (Bang), I let this Ruger bang (Bang bang)

For my bro-gods (Bang), I let this Ruger sing (Bang)

So don't try us (Nah). We is too insane

OTF, for my niggas I'm going crazy (Yeah)

Chief Sosa, for that nigga they going crazy (Sosa)

So hide your lady, my niggas reckless they'll fuck your lady (Fuck your lady)

And let you have it, fuck nigga we all savage (Grrrat)

300 savage with Lamron, it's closed caskets (Bang, bang, bang)

O-Block we blitzing niggas like John Madden (O-Block)

300 savage with Lamron, it's closed caskets (L's, L's)

O-Block we blitzing niggas, John Madden (Sosa)

Dart Gang (Bang), it's a dart game (Bang bang)

And we don't love hoes (Hoes), or play heart games (Heart games)

In my own lane (Yeah), it's a smart thing (Smart thing)

'Cause of snitch niggas (Niggas) playing cops games (Boo bow)

I let it fire bang! (Bang) I am not lame (Nah)

All my niggas grind (L's), that's a smart thing (Smart thing)

'Cause we gang-bang (Bang), we is insane (Insane)

We make bullets rain (Bang), fuck Tooka Gang (Grrrat)

Sosa flex, he don't wanna get hit that TEC (Nah)

My niggas next, if we ain't eating that shit is dead (It's dead)

That nigga's dead, fuck around with my hittas man (Boo bow)

Front-street man, Republican he a hitta man

Lollipop, your bitch licking my lollipop (Lollipop)

Cum from the top, your bitch slurping my lollipop (My lollipop)

Better stop, fuck nigga we don't fuck with opps (Nah)

Or fuck with cops, snitch nigga get in a box (Bang, bang, bang)

OTF, for my niggas I'm going crazy (Yeah)

Chief Sosa, for that nigga they going crazy (Sosa)

So hide your lady, my niggas reckless they'll fuck your lady (Fuck your lady)

And let you have it, fuck nigga we all savage (Grrrat)

300 savage with Lamron, it's closed caskets (Bang, bang, bang)

O-Block we blitzing niggas like John Madden (O-Block)

300 savage with Lamron, it's closed caskets (L's, L's)

O-Block we blitzing niggas, John Madden (Sosa)

All or nothing

Catch up

Just Ride The Beat lyrics - Chief Keef

He listened to Chief Keef once and he turned gangster

I'm spinning in this bitch like some turn tables

I was fucking on your bitch while you were waiting

While she had your ass waiting like you were a patient

I'm with my black bitch going to get my Caucasian

Bring that M-16 out for some certain equations

This shit ain't adding up says my fucking calculation

I'm on the road I got that hoe doing masturbation

I up this pistol and this bitch start doing evaporation

I'm going fast in my car my shit stay calibrated

I seen a million dollar lick you know I had to take it

Blue faces call my phone you know I had to take it

I do this shit on my own fuck your collaborations

I don't need no I.D check my verification

I hear Johnny on the phone tell him elaborate me

Just to pull up to your party boy you gotta pay me

Bitch you gotta show me something bitch immaculate me

What the fuck makes you perfect? Practice baby

I call up Zaytiggy I ain't beat jacking baby

I got a hundred dollar in each pocket of my jacket baby

Hopped out on your hoe she said, "You cappin' baby"

I ain't a crack baby I'm a capper baby

Hoe you can get off my boat I'm the captain baby

I treat the bullets like a ship how I sail it baby

He listened to Chief Keef once and he turned gangster

I'm spinning in this bitch like some turn tables

I was fucking on your bitch while you were waiting

While she had your ass waiting like you were a patient

I'm with my black bitch going to get my Caucasian

Bring that M-16 out for some certain equations

This shit ain't adding up says my fucking calculation

I'm on the road I got that hoe doing masturbation

The police pull me over and I'm intoxicated

I'm tryna see what the fuck they determination

They wanna take me out and then incarcerate me

'Cause my car look like a bad ass moderation

Hoes say I ain't easy it's some complications

I don't do the cuffin' bitch pick up your desperation

Have my Uber drop you off what's your destination?

Vegetarian vegetation me aspiration

Told that bitch to add it up, can you do multiplications?

I'm 'a need some mesmerization for my recreation

Every time I hop out it's a celebration

I don't need you or your damn consideration

I ain't shaking hands unless I like the the negotiation

Aye I curse too much I ain't good at appropriation

To go and pick up the damn cake that's my damn operation

I'm that nigga I ain't with the rest of the population

He listened to Chief Keef once and he turned gangster

I'm spinning in this bitch like some turn tables

I was fucking on your bitch while you were waiting

While she had your ass waiting like you were a patient

I'm with my black bitch going to get my Caucasian

Bring that M-16 out for some certain equations

This shit ain't adding up says my fucking calculation

I'm on the road I got that hoe doing masturbation

Lamb Pass By lyrics - Chief Keef

The ghetto

The ghetto

Lamb shoot by (Shoot), everybody lookin' (Lookin')

Fifty round in the stash box, for a pussy (Pussy)

I'm a young boss nigga, so I feel like I took it (Took it)

Chance came a young nigga way and he took it (Took it)

Sneak dissin', thought he was straight but we left him crooked (Crooked)

Sosa how it feel? How it feel, to dodge a bullet? (Dodge a bullet)

In the engine click, clickin' like it's out of bullets

I just caught a opp lackin' so I gotta pull it, ay (Bang)

Wrist cold like a cooler, feel like a pool (Burr)

You don't like a young nigga, here's what you do

Pull up on him, give one, three or two (Skrr)

I just bought some custom floor mats for the Coupe (Yoom)

Feelin' sick, so I'm in that bitch sippin' soup (Lean)

She brought her friend, so I'm in that bitch with a deuce (Deuce)

little folks with me, so he in this bitch trippin' too (Trippin')

Nah, I ain't solid, but before I thought he was fu (Bitch)

We be in it from the sun down 'til that bitch come up (Up)

We be still up in the club until that bitch go up (Go up)

I done hire me a driver, just to pick hoes up (Ftftft)

Put some wrap around the 'Track, that cost like 10 more bucks

No, I ain't got a shotty, gotta get more bucks, ay (Ftftft)

Too many fans, I need like sixteen hands to fill 'em up, ay (Bang)

Bitch in the bed like "Where he get his heavy ass pillows from?" (Huh?)

Can't tell you that, whatever you do, bitch, just don't pillow-talk, ay

Lamb pass by, kids like "Look"

Hop out all white on like a cook (Cook)

If I personally took your shit, just consider it took (Took)

I ain't gon' post it 'cause I don't do no shit for the looks

High as hell like I got eight tentacles, octopus ('Pus)

Top floor, might be with little bitch on the roof (On the roof)

I was lackin', laws snuck up on me, I was shook (I was shook)

Thinkin' like, had that shit upon me, I was buzzed (I was buzzed)

If you ain't know, I got one little brother and one little sis' (Sis')

My little sis' gon' be a lawyer, so I'm proud of her (Proud of her)

Soon as I catch a fuckin' case, you know I'm callin' her (Brr)

In case Disney try to sue for bein' a Donald Duck (Bang)

Three of y'all still couldn't amount to one of us (Nah)

Niggas doing this shit for clout

What happened to wanting bucks? (Ftftft)

I ain't like car no more, I start wantin' trucks (Huh?)

Stick I got, clean ceiling, this ain't corner dust (Bang)

Always sent a pair of shoes, I just wear around the house (House)

Niggas bitches, might as well go pink and buy a blouse (Blouse)

I should go to AirBnB, you rentin' by the house (House)

I just ask that bitch, she copy, she said "Roger out", ay

I just ran into this bitch, ain't seen a long time (Phew)

Wanted my number, so I gave that bitch the wrong line (Brr)

Knew she was gon', let me fuck in the long ride (Brr)

But now she look weak, so I don't want that (Brr)

Nigga get off my dick, go get your own swag (Swag)

Nigga put your hand down, go get your own bag (Bag)

I talk in code, just in case my phone tapped (Brr)

I ain't did shit, how the fuck my phone tapped? (Brr)

Got my Cuban really rocky, feel like A$AP (Bling)

Neck hurt, all these chains, girl, I hate that (Huh?)

Yeah, I know how to divide, but I hate math (Yeah)

Skrrt, skrrt, finna ride to my safe house (Skrrt)

Have you ever seen a pound in a fuckin' jar? (Jar)

Have you ever seen a camera ho fuckin' a cop? (Cop)

Pull up with a Muhammad Ali, get a suck or some'

You ran out, we shoot, guess that nigga fuckin' slide (Bitch)

Five years, since I been on my fuckin' block (Block)

But I'm still 2-4, screamin', "Fuck an opp" (Fuck a opp)

Just 'cause I ain't on the block, don't mean my brothers not (Not)

The time I left the fuckin' block, that bitch was fuckin' hot (Hot)

Shawty really actin' real and he know he not (Not)

Shawty got her ass on, just like Khloe Ka' (Khloe Ka')

Now he don't think he Mims, but he know he hot (Know he hot)

Now he ain't be pullin' up, but you know he drivin' (Bow)

Layaway lyrics - Alexander Lewis, Chief Keef & T-Shyne

[Chief Keef:]

Want you in double Gs

AMG in these streets

Get no sleep

Fuck her roommate

Just give me the fat pockets and the fat estates

Let the smoke go in the air and let it fade away

I'm 'a put a billion dollars on layaway

Told the devil catch up that nigga mayonnaise

Got swag

Got spots

Got jocks

Got blocks

Red eye

12 o'clock

I'm in the sky

Goin' far

300 hoes just pink sleeves

Momma told me succeed

Tarzan, I'm climbing trees

They don't want you in double Gs

They don't want you in AMG

Momma don't want me in these streets

The hustle don't want me to get no sleep

My bitch don't want me to fuck her roommate

It ain't us if it ain't on fleek

They don't want you to rock bling bling

They don't want you to ride in foreigns

Don't want you to have endorsements

Just give me the fat pockets and the fat estates

Let the smoke go in the air and let it fade away

I'm 'a put a billion dollars on layaway

Told the devil catch up that nigga mayonnaise

Just give me the fat pockets and the fat estates

Let the smoke go in the air and let it fade away

I'm 'a put a billion dollars on layaway

Told the devil catch up that nigga mayonnaise

[T-Shyne:]

Bury me with a lot of money

I'm might go to heaven, buy some Gucci shoes

I love my niggas they get rid of you

We them niggas that they're livin' through

Bitches fiendin' we gon' give it to 'em

Feel like Smokey in the chicken coop

Still trapping out the living room

Headshot you get the biggest wound

I been ridin' in the Phantom

Pussy nigga, can't stand em

Know some shooters and some scammers

TMZ I'm on camera

Aye you know I'm with some fine hoes

Niggas wanting to know where the time go

Put that nigga in a blindfold

Fuck you think I did the crime for

Diamonds on the floor

Breakin' down a 4

Split it with my bros

She got pink toes

She fucking up her nose

And I got the Oz

Where you wanna go

[Chief Keef:]

Just give me the fat pockets and the fat estates

Let the smoke go in the air and let it fade away

I'm 'a put a billion dollars on layaway

Told the devil catch up that nigga mayonnaise

Just give me the fat pockets and the fat estates

Let the smoke go in the air and let it fade away

I'm 'a put a billion dollars on layaway

Told the devil catch up that nigga mayonnaise

Leanin' lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

[Chief Keef:]

Four ounce, now I'm leaning

I'm leaning, I'm leaning

I'm leaning, I'm leaning

I'm leaning, bang

I pour a six in a 24 ounce, now I'm leanin'

OK, you let me fuck now, now I'm leavin'

Baby, I just smoked a whole pound, now I'm dreamin'

It got me buyin' shit like I need it

Baby, I just bought a pack of flats, now I'm beamin'

Put six in a 24, now I'm leanin'

Baby, I just bought some gold bottles, I didn't drink it

Point me where that loud and that lean at

I put three grams in the swisher blunt, damn this shit grossed though

These niggas and these bitches love Chief So though

But I be off the shits, can't shit not let me

And your bitch off molly, only if you let me

I just popped two flats

And I don't want sex 'cause I just want the neck, yeah

This bitch off the kush

You say you gettin' money, boy, you sound how you look, yeah

I'm high as fuck

Johnny Dang Breitling, up them 30's that'll light you up

I'm high as fuck

Johnny Dang Breitling, up them 30's that'll light you up

I pour a six in a 24 ounce, now I'm leanin'

OK, you let me fuck now, now I'm leavin'

Baby, I just smoked a whole pound, now I'm dreamin'

It got me buyin' shit like I need it

Baby, I just bought a pack of flats, now I'm beamin'

Put six in a 24, now I'm leanin'

Baby, I just bought some gold bottles, I didn't drink it

Point me where that loud and that lean at

[Tadoe:]

Shawty I just bought a pint, now it's kinda leany

Let's get some flats, now it's kinda beamy

Dick her down, she going crazy, got her little ass screamin'

She juicy wet, got her little ass creamin'

Baby, can you hold my blunt? I don't want you dreamin'

Smoke out the pound, only O G'in

The trees I smoke, it don't have no seeds in it

That pistol with me, I'm not talking waving

Give me top, I just want your throat hoe

I smoke on the dope by the boat load

You think you in it, we get more dough

Come take a ride with me, it's a Glo show

[Chief Keef:]

I pour a six in a 24 ounce, now I'm leanin'

OK, you let me fuck now, now I'm leavin'

Baby, I just smoked a whole pound, now I'm dreamin'

It got me buyin' shit like I need it

Baby, I just bought a pack of flats, now I'm beamin'

Put six in a 24, now I'm leanin'

Baby, I just bought some gold bottles, I didn't drink it

Point me where that loud and that lean at

Lien lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

[Chief Keef:]

She say she love me but I know she lien

She only love me 'cause I got that shine

Shine

She say she love me but I know she lien

She only love me 'cause I got that shine

Why you lien, baby? You's a dime

You so hot that I think it's a crime

You say you love me but I know

And I wanna see where we gon' go

And I heard that you's a little hoe

You say you not, girl, what you lien for?

Quit lien

Why you lien, girl?

Why you be lien all the time, girl? Aye

Make up your mind, girl, aye

Get you some money, girl

You like a blind girl, aye

Get off my line, girl

Smoking on kush, girl

Smoking weed in Holly with the wood, girl

Saying you's a good girl

But I ain't ask if you was, girl

Wipe hundreds out my touch girl

Popping nose with grands and Jackson girl

Steady saying that you not thot, I can't imagine, girl

Girl you lien, what you lien to me for?

You don't owe me, no lie, but you owe me coochie though

Say you're mine but I already know

I know you's a bad-ass, you on your Boosie flow

She say she love me but I know she lien

She only love me 'cause I got that shine

Why you lien, baby? You's a dime

You so hot that I think it's a crime

You say you love me but I know

And I wanna see where we gon' go

And I heard that you's a little hoe

You say you not, girl, what you lien for?

Quit lien

[Tadoe:]

Girl, you fine as wine, girl

I swear you always on my mind, girl

But I don't have no time, girl

I promise I'm not lien, girl

I ain't lien

Shots flying

My money steady multiplying

[Chief Keef:]

Tadoe, what's that? Bitches lien

Girl, you know I leave you tearing

She like, "You stay disappearing"

All you wanna do is get head

She like you ain't listening to none of this shit I said

She say she love me but I know she lien

She only love me 'cause I got that shine

Why you lien, baby? You's a dime

You so hot that I think it's a crime

You say you love me but I know

And I wanna see where we gon' go

And I heard that you's a little hoe

You say you not, girl, what you lien for?

Quit lien

Loose lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Lil Reese)

[Chief Keef:]

I'm toting a big ass bone crusher

Excuse him, he don't know better

Now watch him go through your leather

Like click-clack, we on your schedule

If you knew better, you would do better

I'm getting money now, I used to shoot niggas

Who that in the cut? It's the crew, nigga

They my dawgs, boy, don't make me let 'em loose, nigga

Don't make me bring my dawgs out the cut with them sticks

I might just pop out the cut with your bitch

I'm up in the club, in the cut with the shits

Rolling whole pounds and I'm pouring whole bricks

I can't talk to you, pussy boy, you's a Narc

Think that you a shark, hit your ass with a dart

Hop up in this foreign, hit your ass with the car

Thinking that you cold, put this heat to your heart

I got King Kong in my blunt

I got Donkey Kong in the trunk

I got Caesar in my backpack

Up this bitch and go grrah

I'm toting a big ass bone crusher

Excuse him, he don't know better

Now watch him go through your leather

Like click-clack, we on your schedule

If you knew better, you would do better

I'm getting money now, I used to shoot niggas

Who that in the cut? It's the crew, nigga

They my dawgs, boy, don't make me let 'em loose, nigga

[Lil Reese:]

I love all my dawgs, GBE, bitch, that's the clique

Hop out with that choppa, bitch, you swear I'm with the shits

Niggas flexing, man, they ain't on shit

Ask that nigga, man, I been to fuck his bitch

If you knew better, you would do better 'cause it ain't shit

Niggas tweaking, man, we hit 'em in they shit

Word around the town he run his mouth just like a bitch

(What he is then?) I guess that nigga is a bitch

Better not compare me to him, that nigga ain't on shit

Same nigga, I've been with the shit

I can't switch up, I know what I'm in for with the shit

Excuse all my niggas 'cause all they love is shooting shit

[Chief Keef:]

I'm toting a big ass bone crusher

Excuse him, he don't know better

Now watch him go through your leather

Like click-clack, we on your schedule

If you knew better, you would do better

I'm getting money now, I used to shoot niggas

Who that in the cut? It's the crew, nigga

They my dawgs, boy, don't make me let 'em loose, nigga

Who that in the cut? Them my motherfucking dawgs

Hide your credit cards 'cause these niggas fucking frauds

Pussy, go and leap if you feeling like a frog

Cops pull me over, car looking like it's fog

Walk up to the stage and I'm feeling like a champ

No USPS but I'll get any nigga stamped

I'm all about my motherfucking wheat like some Timbs

Disrespect then you get beat like an amp

I got Barney up in my cup

I'm a boss without the tux

I got some dawgs and I let 'em loose

Where the man? I gotta set some rules

I'm toting a big ass bone crusher

Excuse him, he don't know better

Now watch him go through your leather

Like click-clack, we on your schedule

If you knew better, you would do better

I'm getting money now, I used to shoot niggas

Who that in the cut? It's the crew, nigga

They my dawgs, boy, don't make me let 'em loose, nigga

Bone crusher

He don't know better

Go through your leather

If you knew better

I'm getting money now

Who that in the cut? It's the crew, nigga

They my dawgs, boy, don't make me let 'em loose, nigga

Love Don't Live Here lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Mike WiLL Made-It)

Y'all know what it is nigga, GBE baby, know how the fuck we rockin'

Somebody call the ambulance, I'm havin' an ice attack

All these motherfuckin' diamonds on me, brrp, bling, yeah

I know y'all be sitting back like: So ain't on none of that clout shit

We don't do shit for clout, we don't pull up just to stunt nigga

We just pull off a stunt nigga, ay

Watch just glisten, shit we still kickin'

Pull up to the 'rari lot, in some white linen

On some pig shit skin 'em, thousand dollar denim

Three thousand dollar pipe, you can get hit with 'em

Shells let off we've done it, nigga we just did 'em

Somebody gave me laxative, I ain't mean to shit 'em

And my shorty kill 'em, he ain't got to rip 'em

No I ain't a judge, I upped the gavel and appeal him

Blasting off, blasting off, in a NASCAR

They asked why I bought it, it's a fast car

Pull up to your ball game, hit the Mascot

I'll chase your ass down like a Jaguar

Car steady going, this bitch can't even stop

We don't want no beef, these niggas really cops

Pourin' up that 'wock, shit make me flock

Run up in the spot, forgot to hit my lock, on the cop

Oh he Muslim, believe in Allah, gotta X6M, I ain't even get a drop

Rippty-rippty-hot, skippty-dippty-clot

He feel like he real but he not, you can just get we got

I got a plane around my neck who want a flight

Gang slip bitch pull up you tryna try

Police ass niggas callin' the other guys

Send his ass in the up alley like Bob Hayes

I just took off and they hate that shit

Get that bitch a 40 told her engrave that shit

Lambo look like black hair like I braided that shit

And my name on it, I engraved that bitch

I just pulled it out man 'cause I said that bitch

Just took off I feel like I raised that bitch

I'm one of them niggas that don't play that shit

Ridin' with my bulldog smoking catpiss

I got the paprica, I got desert eagle, I love me senorita

Muy bonita, Eureka, she wanna see me she eager

Boy it's down this evening, you gon' be missing the season

Want beef? Give me a reason, I used to steal out the store

Now I pimp out the store, bitch, I'm peeling in the store

I got 50 racks and more, 16 ounces up in my coat

All this Off White like I promote, I just spent that on my yachty

You's a pendejo mayate, she just put you on the block page

Don't make me get back to my block ways, I need a mocha latte

I'm in the cockpit with the pilot, oh, you think that you not it

Bullets hit you let my watch hit, I got a .40 cal stop shit

I got a .45 drop shit, I was 16 with a cop stick

With a cop but that shit not nigga, lookin' for love it don't live here

Fuck you knockin' on the door for? Almost hit your with this .44

I'ma smack you with this chokehold, I'm in Tokyo no dojo

I might buy a speedboat, ho, and you know I got the ho-hoes

Sosa said I leave them Glo poles, light you up now it's a Glo show

It's lighting up bitch it's a Glo pole, she takin' pics up in a Glo room

You gotta go I got a show soon, I pull the car up out the show room

It's just for two you ain't got no room, bury your body in your old room

She tryna fuck she went to my old school, I started off feelin' like out school

Kay Kay like dad I ain't got no school, little shawty smart, man, she ain't no fool

Her friends told her "Yo dad is so cool", I bought some sticks but don't play no pool

You live in LA and ain't got no pool, you ain't shit boy you ain't got no pull

Girl, my engine sound so dull, aye

Many Handle lyrics - Chief Keef

Moment of silence, light some candles

Bitch I'm ballin' and I got the handles

Smoking so much weed I'm fogging up my windows

I'm riding foreign and they got the handles

I'm 'a handle these niggas out the rental

My car be geeking all I did was touch the handle

Leave it up to me to get this money I'm gon' handle it

I got the ball and I got the handles bitch

H.A.N.D.L.E. I'm off the B.R.O.W.N. B.A.G.

Any morning he cannot beat me, and the S

Supercharger versus my M3, yes

I was ready to handle business don't bring problems to the next

And for all the big niggas I'm 'a handle it with TECs

Squeeze the trigger, hold the handle, we got over on you swindle, come and handle this

Moment of silence, light some candles

Bitch I'm ballin' and I got the handles

Smoking so much weed I'm fogging up my windows

I'm riding foreign and they got the handles

I'm 'a handle these niggas out the rental

My car be geeking all I did was touch the handle

Leave it up to me to get this money I'm gon' handle it

I got the ball and I got the handles bitch

Got the ball got the handles got the cars got the weed

Came through flexing she love for me

Glock on me go boom boom boom bitch Bone Thugs be with me

I smoke the best weed bitch the bubbly with me

Ain't no nigga just fucking with me

Came through flexing that's nothing to me

Nigga getting mad that's cuffing to me

This bitch too said she love her some Keef

This bitch too said she love her some me

Then I got mad said she fucking with me

Bitch I'm so baked it's a oven with me

A burger and fries that's McDonald's to me

I'm so glad I brought Rondo with me

I'm so workin' count cash smokin' weed

Then these fuck niggas say they comin' for me

I hope nigga know I got a llama on me

I hope nigga know I got drama on me

Money got your bitch with the doors up

Now your luck's out 'cause your bitch she's slobbing on me

She like, "Sosa, you nutting on me?"

I'm like couple times too much money on me

Told the bitch she ain't coming with me

You can go anywhere but with me

Moment of silence, light some candles

Bitch I'm ballin' and I got the handles

Smoking so much weed I'm fogging up my windows

I'm riding foreign and they got the handles

I'm 'a handle these niggas out the rental

My car be geeking all I did was touch the handle

Leave it up to me to get this money I'm gon' handle it

I got the ball and I got the handles bitch

Margielas lyrics - Chief Keef

Ay, ay man, ay

You already know how I'm rockin' man

I ain't got a mow-fuckin'

What time is it that I ain't gotta be swaggin' my nigga?

You know what this mean

I come through with this mow-fuckin' kicks my nigga

Bang my nigga

You can smell when I'm comin' (Dope)

White bitch, man she peel like it's nothing (Really, like it's nothing)

Ay, I got the weed rolling up (Tooka) and a lighter in my hand (Yeah)

Got some money in my pocket (Fff beep), let's get right onto the van (Yeah)

4 thousand for the coat (For the Gucci)

Boss shit, paid a thousand for my loafs (For these Louies, fff beep)

Bitch I'm fly, propellers (Yoon)

Fuck the Pradas, I'ma take the Margielas (Margielas, gang gang)

These niggas hating, that's what she telling me (Know she tellin')

Tell them boys, man I'll be what they never be (Tell'em)

That's in a mansion smokin' hella weed (Smokin' acres)

Riding foreign, doors up, bitches lovin' me (These bitches lovin' me)

I get top like a satellite

I'm going crazy man I think I need 7 mics

Told her catch the holy ghost, bitch you can call me Reverend Mike

Bitch you sleep like you ain't slept in 11 nights

I got a crazy ass timepiece

Breitling gets in her pants, he's a mind freak

I'm sitting outside of the club and she told me she like my timepiece

I told her if he hop out he can make the line tweak

You can smell when I'm comin' (Dope)

White bitch, man she peel like it's nothing (Really, like it's nothing)

Ay, I got the weed rolling up (Tooka) and a lighter in my hand (Yeah)

Got some money in my pocket (Fff beep), let's get right onto the van (Yeah)

4 thousand for the coat (For the Gucci)

Boss shit, paid a thousand for my loafs (For these Louies, fff beep)

Bitch I'm fly, propellers (Yoon)

Fuck the Pradas, I'ma take the Margielas (Margielas, gang gang)

I just left the Cap center, I bought 10 pairs of Margielas

Bitch my job is to make these niggas jealous

They be digging my pimpin'

I see stars, oh man am I tripping

I got marble floors, don't slip baby

I always got my feet up, don't trip baby

You get it, I have my feet up so much you would trip baby

But tell me something, do I got money on my lip baby?

I call my Margielas Mar-jealous

'Cause every time I put 'em on niggas jealous

'Cause I be cashing out I'm hot, check my temperature

I be capping, riding 'round like a cylinder

You can smell when I'm comin'

White bitch, man she peel like it's nothing

Ay, I got the weed rolling up and a lighter in my hand

Got some money in my pocket, let's get right onto the van

4 thousand for the coat

Boss shit, paid a thousand for my loafs

Bitch I'm fly, propellers

Fuck the Pradas, I'ma take the Margielas

MF lyrics - Chief Keef

Turn the music up for me Chris

CB on the beat

Sosa, baby

GBE baby

I'ma laugh to the motherfucking, motherfucking bank

Smoking on this motherfucking, motherfucking stank

You know I'm with my motherfucking, motherfucking gang

And we switching motherfucking, motherfucking lanes

They say I'm a motherfucker, looking like some motherfucker

Money on a motherfucker, stunning on a motherfucker

Pull up on a motherfucker, in that 918 motherfucker

Make me out this motherfucker, history with this motherfucker

Motherfucker, motherfucker in a handicap

Got them motherfucking big bands and a Fendi nap

Got this motherfucking forty on me and it really clap

Want these motherfucking hollows, bitch, you just be ready to nap

Got a motherfucking AR15 on my lap

And a nice ass motherfucking Gucci on my bag

And a nice ass A7 Audi RS

And a nice ass store with a motherfucking check

In that motherfucking, motherfucking stu'

With my motherfucking, motherfucking trues (Let's get it)

If I say motherfucking, motherfucking shoot (Catch up)

That's what they gon' motherfucking, motherfucking do

I'ma laugh to the motherfucking, motherfucking bank

Smoking on this motherfucking, motherfucking stank

You know I'm with my motherfucking, motherfucking gang

And we switching motherfucking, motherfucking lanes

They say I'm a motherfucker, looking like some motherfucker

Money on a motherfucker, stunning on a motherfucker

Pull up on a motherfucker, and I'm eighteen motherfucker

Make me out this motherfucker, history with this motherfucker

I arrived and I come, motherfucker

I think I'm a bad motherfucker

You don't want no static, motherfucker

I got a hundred in this bag, motherfucker

Please, don't make me do the dash, motherfucker

I do it like I'm skipping class, motherfucker

And you gon' be the last, motherfucker

Sit down, folk, I'll shoot you in your ass, motherfucker (Bang, bang)

Pull up in that motherfucking coupe D (Skrtt)

We were stealing on the motherfucking hoopties

I had a snub my motherfucking trueys

Shoot these slugs at your motherfucking kufi, let's go

I'ma laugh to the motherfucking, motherfucking bank

Smoking on this motherfucking, motherfucking stank

You know I'm with my motherfucking, motherfucking gang

And we switching motherfucking, motherfucking lanes

They say I'm a motherfucker, looking like some motherfucker

Money on a motherfucker, stunning on a motherfucker

Pull up on a motherfucker, and I'm eighteen motherfucker

Make me out this motherfucker, history with this motherfucker

Minnesota lyrics - Chief Keef

Ay, yeah

Pour up a four in a soda (ay, ay)

Bitch you know my heart cold, Minnesota (ay)

Said she love it when I bend her over (Okay)

Bitch it's time to go, copy that over out (Over)

Try up in the blunt, if it ain't no loud (No, dope dope dope)

Sosa you gettin' that cheese? Bitch, it ain't no doubt (Check)

You thought he was your homie when y'all got locked up, sold out (Pussy)

And if I ever die, it's gon' be from tookie

Like I play basketball, hoes throw me that coochie (Coochie)

Left Maxfield then I went rocked the Gucci (Gucci)

Bitch you know I get that Wally-Wally ain't no Oochie (No Oochie tho)

All my friends are dead in my pocket, I ain't no Uzi (Warrup bro)

This ain't no second hand, we gon' smoke you like a Lucy (Pow pow pow pow)

Hop in a fast car, Skrt-Skrt like I'm Boosie (Skrt skrt skrt)

Ten blunts smoked, got a nigga feeling woozy (Yeah)

Let's get it, aye aye aye aye, let's get it

I'm too fuckin' real to be Hollywood (Yeah)

Pullin' up in a big body truck (Skrt skrt skrt)

Big shells for a big body thug (Bang bang)

Lil niggas takin' big body drugs (Bang huh)

I need that Wockhardt that red that'll have ya dead (Lean)

Nigga we on your fuckin' head like a dread (Bah)

He got a gun in his pic, he think I'm scared (Nah)

Let off shots him & him Simon said (Let's get it)

Keep that check-up box bitch I want the head (Catch up)

Flame up, and I'm smokin' off the stress (GBE baby)

Would still be on 64th but I'm blessed (But I'm blessed)

Shawty know I got guap from the tress (From the tress)

Blocka blocka blocka, uno dos tres (Uno dos tres)

Man these bitches be birds for the bread (Brr, bread)

Baby told me she in love with how I dress (Beep beep)

Man these niggas love to front for the press (For the press)

Catch 'em up in LA, buttons getting pressed (Gettin' pressed)

Hit his ass with FN in his chest (In his chest)

Wipe 'em down 'cause a fiend at his best (At his best)

Knock 'em down tell 'em throw the towel in (Throw the towel in)

And my niggas be really wildin' (Really wildin')

Sayin' you be classy, boy you clownin' (Boy, you clownin')

A dry ass pussy I can't even drown in (ay)

You talkin' pages can't even sign in (Sign in)

In Chiraq ain't no lackin', can't even dine in (Even dine in)

Had to grew up to see how people finance (Finance)

Shorty 'nem'll kill a whole strip for nine bands (Nine bands)

Yeah, bitch we flyin' in (Yaoo)

Booked the private jet so I'm tokin' (Dope)

Slide up in that bitch like a token (Slide)

Tell 'em tie up, please bring the rope in (Rope in)

In a three-ten bitches from the fourteen, ay

Two Glocks and they twins like the Olsens (Twins like the Olsens)

Open my door bitch, bitch is you slow bitch? (Is you slow?)

Sayin' you need some training, I can be a coach bitch (I can be a coach)

I got power, I'm like Lilo & Stitch (Lilo an' Stitch)

Get a bitch a Uber she left, but ain't no kiss (But ain't no kiss)

Got like 4 sticks you and you hold this (Bah bah)

Got some mo' sticks, I just left the store bitch (Dududuh)

We get vicious, these bitches ferocious (Ferocious)

We'll cook your ass nigga like some toasts (Huh huh huh)

I got Twinkies, bitch like Hostess (Hostess)

Nigga come and sign-up for the smoke-list (For the smoke-list)

Ay

Minute lyrics - Chief Keef

I like, I like, I like, I like hundreds

On my, mother-fuckin' mind is money (Ghost)

Riding Rolls Royce lookin' like some money

Master P ridin' with that unh in a Hummer / Oh no

Know these niggas wanna be petty

Make-up, these bitches wanna be pretty

Rider, make her put the heater in her panties

Got bands, pussy, I'll be there in a minute

I ain't got a minute

Baby wait a minute

Before you start, you don't need to finish

Every fuckin' text, you don't need to send us

You a good girl, you don't need a menace

Ridin' in the car, lookin' at the stars

'Cause I dropped the top, this been done before

I done got the cops, focused on the car

Bitch up in the passenger, focused on the watch

Walked in double G, lookin' for a fit

Step up on my kicks, I'ma have a fit

I'm ridin' in a Porsche, lookin' like a scorch

Photo shoot on the Porsche

So much designer, I'm endorsed

I like, I like, I like, I like hundreds

On my, mother, fuckin' mind is money (Ghost)

Riding Rolls Royce lookin' like some money

Master P riding with that unh in a Hummer / Oh no

Know these niggas wanna be petty

Makeup, these bitches wanna be pretty

Rider, make her put the heater in her panties

Got bands pussy, I'll be there in a minute

Dolla, dolla bill y'all, we play big ball

You think it's on a crate, how that bitch sit tall

Get the car waxed, and had the dirt ripped off

Boy, that shit ain't real, those some Gucci rip offs

These ain't out, these some Hermes flip flops

You thought that you saw these, you sniffin' Chris Rock

I'm in that tic-toc, and I'm making pit stops

2 4 14s, bitch we got big blocks

The dope, dope, dope keep me calm

This fuckin' chinchilla keep me warm

It's Chief So, it's Turbo, it's a bomb

I just flamed a loud pack, AKA alarm

I like, I like, I like, I like hundreds

On my, mother, fuckin' mind is money (Ghost)

Riding Rolls Royce lookin' like some money

Master P riding with that unh in a Hummer / Oh no

Know these niggas wanna be petty

Makeup, these bitches wanna be pretty

Rider, make her put the heater in her panties

Got bands pussy, I'll be there in a minute

NEW BUGATTI lyrics - Lil Gnar, Ski Mask The Slump God & Chief Keef (feat. DJ Scheme)

Yeahh yeahh

Ayy

Ay scheme you killed it

Skrr Skrr

Bang Bang

Got a new Bugatti play my music when I'm driving

Like I'm Lil Weezy tattoos all over my body

Four foreigns from the islands finna split a dose of Molly

She gone spit all on my jonny while a nigga flying private

Should of told you I'm a rock star baby girl

All my real trap niggas gotta keep the burner

I be praying for the bands sipping purple syrup

If my grandmama was here I'd put her in a fur

Start at the bottom the shit was real dark

My nigga my nigga yeah yeah

Snatch a hellcat know that we doing the digits

Got a pink toes she here doing my dishes

Gang gone stack the deads that's the only mission

My OG be serving he still got a pager

Start a mosh pit I'm a real fucking rager

Tats on my face my bitch think I'm crazy

Cry when I leave, I swear she is a baby

All these blue money I'm wavy

All these blue hundreds I'm wavy

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Got a new Bugatti play my music when I'm driving

Like I'm Lil Weezy tattoos all over my body

Four foreigns from the islands finna split a dose of molly

She gone spit all on my jonny while a nigga flying private

Fucking with me get some stamps on your passport

I be smoking gas boy

My pistol electric, it light up like a Tesla

I got all the junkies on the Block I got a meth lab

3500 for the coat that's a Moncler

(WATERRRR!)

Niggas don't be real like fentanyl in a pill

All this water on my neck grew gills like some krill

On a hill with your bitch just call us Jack and Jill

Feeling like Krillin my diamonds

Destructo disc they can't sit still

Feeling good feeling incredible

My gun got a fat ass Mrs. Incredible

He said he bout that shit, but ain't credible

That boy pussy get put on a pedestal

Need some antidote set it up

In a pandemic banded up

From the land where niggas don't understand that it's a blessing that we got to here

We be purging, that's for certain, yuhhh

Riding round with my demons

We be lurking yuh yuh

Be with Lil Gnar and he keep the fye like Charizard

Flip the bars till they bend and stretch, flow nylon

2020 gone let bygones be bygone

Fuck! Play the song

Got a new Bugatti play my music when I'm driving

Like I'm Lil Weezy tattoos all over my body

Four foreigns from the islands finna split a dose of molly

She gone spit all on my jonny while a nigga flying private

Fucking with me get some stamps on your passport

I be smoking gas boy

My pistol electric, it light up like a Tesla

I got all the junkies on the block I got a meth lab

3500 for the coat that's a Moncler

Aye Gnar what they gone do?

Pull up to the back door

Bitch we got it for the low

We don't sell quarters nigga

Take that shit somewhere else hoe

Spin your block like merry-go

She freaky what she acting for

Heard she a set chick

John Madden whack dat hoe

Sneak dissing cock sucker

Shut em down like blockbusters

Pull up in that ghost busters

Do not let the cop bust ya

Nigga pick yourself up

Nigga hold your wrist up

Nigga let me tell you something

Fuck a bitch don't give a fuck

I use to tell niggas pick me up

I use to tell bitches drop me off

Had a talk with a double barrel

He said why the fuck you saw me off

Sosa off to shoot the lames

Riding round in that Superman

And I got that Lois Lane

Speaking on us don't know the gang

Bang!

Got a new Bugatti play my music when I'm driving

Like I'm Lil Weezy tattoos all over my body

Four foreigns from the islands finna split a dose of molly

She gone spit all on my jonny while a nigga flying private

Fucking with me get some stamps on your passport

I be smoking gas boy

My pistol electric, it light up like a Tesla

I got all the junkies on the block I got a meth lab

3500 for the coat that's a Moncler

3500 for the coat that's a Moncler

(3500 for the coat that's a Moncler)

No Bap lyrics - Chief Keef

Ay, ay, ay

Chief So

Protege Beatz

Say young nigga you don't know me

Fuck this nigga, fuck his bap

Ay, ay, ay, ay (Uh, uh)

Ay, gang, gang, Sosa Baby!

Nana nana nah

Nana nana nah (ay)

Nana nana nah (bang, bang)

Nana nana nah (bang, bang)

Nana nana nah (bang bang)

Nana nana nah (bang, bang)

Chief So I go hard, come gimme a round of applause

Tell Looney Tunes I'm on Mars

You got clips come play your part

You got banana clips smoking on trees

You got shotgun shells OP

I'm in it as you see, say young nigga you don't know me

Say that I ain't answer she done

Bitch I was on FaceTime with my son

Baby mama telling me he bad

So I told him don't be holding no guns

Niggas think it's sweet, we gon' light his ass up for free

And he said he pulling up on me, I'm like click click clack (Owee)

No bap no bap no bap

No bap no bap no bap

No bap no bap no bap

No bap no bap no bap

Pro'ly ran off with yo pack, now I can buy your pack know that

It ain't my gat if it ain't no stack, I'm 'a flip the switch and don't hold back (Yeah)

Nigga you in them streets, better buy yourself a piece

Shorty rockin' that J, 'cause he sell that R-O-C

37 is when it go beep, nigga we'll seize yo shit police

I'm in it as you see, tell that bitch fuck with me

Nana nana nah

Nana nana nah (ay)

Nana nana nah (bang, bang)

Nana nana nah (bang, bang)

Nana nana nah (bang bang)

Nana nana nah (bang, bang)

Nigga I pull up in a tank

I kick more style than Liu Kang

Opps and the dope tryna team

She just got served blue sayne

My cup lookin' redder than paint

I drove my granny insane

Boy tryna sell the whole thang, it was gone I was David Blaine

Fuck the FBI, can't see me about trump

Rob him throw away, tell that shit out then done

I make more than your lump sum

Can you say that again uh

I'ma need to buy me a third lung

Beam on a nigga no sun

No bap no bap no bap

No bap no bap no bap

No bap no bap no bap

No bap no bap no bap

Pro'ly ran off with yo pack, now I can buy your pack know that

It ain't my gat if it ain't no stack, I'm 'a flip the switch and don't hold back (Yeah)

Nigga you in them streets, better buy yourself a piece

Shorty rockin' that J, 'cause he sell that R-O-C

37 is when it go beep, nigga we'll seize yo shit police

I'm in it as you see, tell that bitch fuck with me

Say young nigga you don't know me

Ay, ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay, gang baby

Bang bang

Nana nana nah

Nana nana nah (ay)

Nana nana nah (bang)

Nana nana nah (bang)

Nana nana nah (bang)

Nana nana nah

On Gang lyrics - Chief Keef, Tadoe & Ballout

(Ay, Young Malcolm)

[Chief Keef:]

Woo

On gang (ay, ay)

On gang (ay, ay, bang, bang)

On gang

Alright, let me do this, though (Bang, bang)

[Chief Keef, Tadoe & Ballout:]

Ay, I just pulled up in a 'Vette, vet said I'm good looking (Yeah, on gang)

Trackhawk seats the color of pudding (Okay), this bitch just called me "pudding" (Okay)

And I hang my wrist up out it, smokin' on the grossest (Dudadur)

You can not afford this shit, the grossest cost the most-est

Don't make me call a hit, they blitz out, little folks slide and smoke you (I say)

We slidin', we slidin', we spinnin', spinnin', they go on roller-coaster

If I'm rollin' up, then you little niggas know what I'm smokin' (ay)

I'm ridin' in the foreign and I don't even know where I'm goin' (ay)

We five deep, back to back, ridin', slidin', and glidin' (Skrrt, skrrt)

The opps so broke, they're playin' Duck Duck and hidin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Ten thousand on that shit, boy, you shouldn't have bought that jewelry (Dudadur)

I'm ridin' 'round SRT (Dudadur), the seats on their period (Dudadur)

[Chief Keef:]

Woo (Skudaskur)

On gang (Skudaskur, skudaskur)

On gang (Skudaskur)

On gang (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, on foenem)

Ay, at the dinner table with the Glock up on the holster

Chopper from Iran, bitch, I be hangin' with some soldiers

The blue faces the bread and the money machine the toaster

I ain't used to wanna crease my shoes, now I walk on the back of 'em (ay)

Rest in peace to Tray Savage, I'm tryna MAC something

Sellin' that dope, turned up my crack sum

Ride with that MAC, bitch, I'll hack a bitch

Bitch, don't call me "Keef", call me "Your Majesty"

Where the fuck your party's at? Gang and them crash that shit

Said you got a pint, bitch, we'll match the shit

Row, row your boat up on the block, Patrick shit

Said she wanna smoke dope, told that bitch, "I got the shit" (Bang, bang, bang, bang)

On gang

On gang

On gang

[Tadoe, Chief Keef & Ballout:]

He just bought a pint of Tris, but he ain't know it's fake

Got a chopper same size Tiny, nigga, no escape

Boy, you better not pull up joshing unless you hold the Drac'

I ride Forgiatos like they're roller-skates

I got racks on me, nigga, no debate

Bitches say that they're gay, but for me, they're straight

Trap house, foreigns outside, we don't go on dates

Jewelry water, lake

Long live the greats

Ocean Prime steaks

Go, go, no breaks

Go, Ballout, niggas know it's go, go, no breaks

They got ho traits

In their whole face

I be with some warriors, call us "Golden State" (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

[Chief Keef:]

On gang (ay, ay)

On gang (ay, ay, bang, bang)

On gang

Alright, let me do this, though (Bang, bang)

Pussy, stay in your lane (Skrrt, skrrt)

No face, no case, bitch, no names (Huh?)

Counting papers, turning pages (Turning pages)

Call me "Chief So The Greatest" (Beep, beep)

I'm like, long live the greats, bitch (Beep, beep, beep)

Monkey nuts, I'm going ape shit (Bang, bang)

Line you up like a tape, bitch (Skuda, skudaskur)

Got some gay hoes and a straight bitch (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

I'm a king, I'm a pharaoh, ho (True, true, true, true)

Pull up wide body Camaro, ho (True, true, true, true, ay)

Free Left Eye, Jack Sparrow, ho (ay, ay, ay, gang)

I'm smokin' arms out the elbow, ho (Woo, woo)

On gang (ay, ay)

On gang (ay, ay, bang, bang)

On gang

Alright, let me do this, though (Bang, bang)

On gang (ay, ay)

On gang (ay, ay, bang, bang)

On gang (Bang, bang)

One Mo lyrics - Tadoe & Chief Keef

[Tadoe (Chief Keef):]

One mo'

(How many you need, shawty?)

I need one mo' stain

One mo'

(You sure? We'll be right back in like 10 minutes)

Let's get it

[Tadoe:]

I need one mo', I need one mo'

I need one mo', I need one mo'

I need one mo', I need one mo'

I need one mo' stain, I need one mo' lick

I need one mo' stain, finna flex on my bitch

I need one mo' stain, finna ice out my wrist

I need one mo' stain, and you better not be it

I need one mo' stain, finna take a nigga' shit

I need one mo' stain, I need one mo' lick

I need one mo' of that, and one mo' of this

I'm finna have a threesome I need one mo' bitch

I need one mo', I need one mo'

I need one mo', I need one mo'

I need one mo', I need one mo' stain

I need one mo', I need one mo'

I need one mo', I need one mo'

I need one mo', I need one mo'

I need one mo', I need one stain

I need one mo', I need one mo'

[Tadoe (Chief Keef):]

I need one mo' watch, I need one mo' pot

All these bands in my pocket, I need one mo' knot

Police ran in the trap, I need one mo' spot

Lil Foe caught the opps lackin', I need one mo' Glock

I need one mo' (You need what?)

I need one mo' (You need what?)

Two guns in my hand, like I'm Rambo (Two guns)

Knock knock, "Who is this?" we let guns blow

Nigga tweet, get your issue, we want gun smoke

We let guns blow, we let guns go

Bop bop, 'nother body, that's just one mo'

Now your lungs low, you need one mo'

Bop bop, damn I'm out, I need ammo

[Tadoe:]

I need one mo', I need one mo'

I need one mo', I need one mo'

I need one mo', I need one mo' stain

I need one mo', I need one mo'

I need one mo' stain, I need one mo' lick

I need one mo' stain, finna flex on my bitch

I need one mo' stain, finna ice out my wrist

I need one mo' stain, and you better not be it

I need one mo' stain, finna take a nigga' shit

I need one mo' stain, I need one mo' lick

I need one mo' of that, and one mo' of this

I'm finna have a threesome I need one mo' bitch

[Chief Keef:]

Spend, spend, damn I'm out, I need more cash

I ain't done, had to handle me one more task

Violated, and the judge gave me one mo' pass

Louis Vuitton, whip a little boy's ass

In a fast car, you know I'm goin' more fast

Survived the crash, we ain't doin' no more crashin'

In a two-seat, so I can take one more passenger

Call Marvel, ask 'em can they take one more Avenger

Did a interview, and now I'm like no more cameras

Threw enough cash, and now I don't like no more dancers

SWAT done knocked my gate down, I need one more mansion

Might need one more engine, my shit throwin' tantrums

[Tadoe:]

I need one mo', I need one mo'

I need one mo', I need one mo'

I need one mo', I need one mo' stain

I need one mo', I need one mo'

I need one mo', I need one mo'

I need one mo', I need one mo'

I need one mo', I need one mo' stain

I need one mo', I need one mo'

I need one mo' stain, I need one mo' lick

I need one mo' stain, finna flex on my bitch

I need one mo' stain, finna ice out my wrist

I need one mo' stain, and you better not be it

I need one mo' stain, finna take a nigga' shit

I need one mo' stain, I need one mo' lick

I need one mo' of that, and one mo' of this

I'm finna have a threesome I need one mo' bitch (One mo' bitch)

Ova Seas lyrics - Chief Keef & Terintino

[Chief Keef:]

One thing about me, I be neat (Gucci, Gucci)

Walk around like I got big feet

Hatin' on me, that's so weak

I'm gettin' money and that's how it's gon' be, aye

Interior in this bitch so neat, aye

Buy it if I want it, I ain't cheap, nay

Bitch you tired of yo' nigga call me, aye

Ridin' jet skis across seas, aye

Bitch fuck your boyfriend he's gay

He be with that muhfuckin' she say

Come get your bitch before she be on eBay

Ball pull up on me it's a speed race

Big b's on my feet

Run it up get some cleats

A little bread a little cheese

A little case a little fee's

RIP to my brothers that I think died for me

Countin' on blue cheese smokin' on celery

With my bloods

We ain't bloods, but we bloods 'cause we blood

Sneak diss us now ya dodgin' shots just because

Bring the blues fuck the buzz

Bring the checks fuck the love

Get a check fuck it up

Take my set throw it up

One thing about me, I be neat (Gucci, Gucci)

Walk around like I got big feet

Hatin' on me, that's so weak

I'm gettin' money and that's how it's gon' be, aye

Interior in this bitch so neat, aye

Buy it if I want it, I ain't cheap, nay

Bitch you tired of yo' nigga call me, aye

Ridin' jet skis across seas, aye

Nigga take that shit back

That shit ain't drop

You had your pistol on you but it ain't pop

Can't see nothing I like and it ain't copped

Should purchase a freight transit 'cause this shit don't stop

Where a nigga come from we got big-O'blocks

When I'm in your city we got big road blocks

At the table in -asino hittin' big old pots

Folknem slidin' in that veno they got big ole Glocks

[Terintino:]

Fuckin' round with my meat rolls

You fuck around and get shot

And I'm in that hard-top

It fuck around and get dropped

Yeah that Maybach yeah it's trailin' me

Full of shooters with felonies

And when I see these niggas

That's all I see is the jealousy

[Chief Keef:]

One thing about me, I be neat (Gucci, Gucci)

Walk around like I got big feet

Hatin' on me, that's so weak

I'm gettin' money and that's how it's gon' be, aye

Interior in this bitch so neat, aye

Buy it if I want it, I ain't cheap, nay

Bitch you tired of yo' nigga call me, aye

Ridin' jet skis across seas, aye

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