Flex lyrics - Chief Keef

I'm in my mansion, counting Benjis

Riding Foreigns, riding Hemis

Riding straight 8s, riding Bentleys

Riding i8 you know I pull up and get my flex on

Get my flex on

Get my flex on

Get my flex on

Get my flex on

Pull up, get my flex on

With a red bone, and her hair long

She got her head on

Pull up get my flex on, red bone, her hair long

I'm talking 'bout the cash bet y'all ain't know?

In the strip club throwing hella money

Bitch come to the front, where we come threw the door

Sneak diss on my shoes, come threw in a foreign

Pull up in something you can't even afford

Put the Glock to ya face, make ya chin straight

Who the fuck I look like? A baby boy?

Pull up on the curb, lift the door up

I think my car bipolar, he be shutting the door on these hoes

He be telling me they Ebola

Hop out with the rockets [?]

Look at that fat motherfucker. That's Buddha

Pull up so fast that's booze, you'll think it was my car fucking zooling

4K TV, they can keep the receipt

Fuck you talking 'bout? I am the Chief to the Keef

I been rolling up that chief to the Kief

All these fucking Bs, I need to take me a C

I be counting G from the A to the Z

Call me Sobama, they're debating on me

1, 2, 3 the Gang counting on me

I'm gonna drive the car get in the passenger seat

I'm in my mansion, counting Benjis

Riding Foreigns, riding Hemis

Riding straight 8s, riding Bentleys

Riding out you know I pull up and get my flex on

Get my flex on

Get my flex on

Get my flex on

Get my flex on

Pull up, get my flex on

With a red bone, and her hair long

She got her head on

I am riding so furious, haters in rear view mirrors

Irritating hoes irri, off of Chief Sosa burial

Police in front of me, my car transform into a shift

And I'm so motherfucking high, my car transform into a hear

Pull up what's happening partner? Niggas all in my roaster

Do you know magic partner? Only thing I first got in my mama

No, Tony, I am a grinder

Weed Head? I am your honor

Green Head? I am little mama

I swear that been my partner (Lean)

I'm in my mansion, counting Benjis

Riding Foreigns, riding Hemis

Riding straight 8s, riding Bentleys

Riding i8 you know I pull up and get my flex on

Get my flex on

Get my flex on

Get my flex on

Get my flex on

Pull up, get my flex on

With a red bone, and her hair long

She got her head on

Dismiss lyrics - Chief Keef

Zaytoven

Now the bitch she wants a tissue and she thought it was a tissue

She say she got some issues and she thought I was gon' listen

This bitch thought it was a Fisker, ay

Unofficial, ay

Boy, you unofficial, smoking loud, you smoking whisper

Went and got your bitch, I rolled up, thought she was a Fisker

She went and got your bitch, I rolled up, thought it was a Fisker

Sat his ass down in my office, then dismissed him

He say he wanna smoke, I wanna fuck his sister

She think 'cause I'm a Leo that I'ma kiss her

Told the bitch, "Kiss my dick," then I had to dismiss her

Boy, you unofficial, I be smoking loud, you smoking whisper

Went and get your sister, rolled up, she thought it was a Fisker

Sosa, why you always shitting? I'm official, it's the tissue

Call the plug man up for the dope to dismiss her

Bitch say she got an issue and she think that I'ma listen

My wrist look like I'm whipping in the kitchen with the chickens

Put the pounds in the trap back and Olinda do the dishes

I got straight hot shit, a nigga come up in the kitchen

My sister gonna be a lawyer, so her ass gon' go to college

Just in case I get in trouble, run into some fucking problems

Riding in the passenger seat is a rocket launcher

I'ma serve a nigga up, Benihana's right in front 'em

I'm cooling, counting money, getting top, smoking Aiki

I pull up, get the money, yeah, bitch, more than likely

The bitch hit me, say she got her friends and they dikey

Like a new toy, these hoes wanna try me

Pull up, riding fast, now I'm running from the Aiki

Always talkin' 'bout pull up 'cause I pull up daily

Come get your bitch, come get your sister 'cause they hot like Sosa saying

I'ma take this shit back, bitch, call me "Sosa Baby"

What's up in the chopper? Bitch, it's Jojo and K-Ci

'Cause it sing like an opera, twenty shots leave me eighty

Since I got these Benjis, I swear I been going crazy

Bitch, I'm grown as fuck, I act like I was born up in the '80s

I got shooters in LA and I got some up in the Little Haiti

We got choppers like Nigeria, choppers like Jamaica

I'm a dread shaker, you would think Chief Sosa was Jamaican

Let me roll up this Tooka because I been tripping lately

Sat his ass down in my office, then dismissed him

He say he wanna smoke, I wanna fuck his sister

She think 'cause I'm a Leo that I'ma kiss her

Told the bitch, "Kiss my dick," then I had to dismiss her

Boy, you unofficial, I be smoking loud, you smoking whisper

Went and get your sister, rolled up, she thought it was a Fisker

Sosa, why you always shitting? I'm official, it's the tissue

Call the plug man up for the dope to dismiss her

Send some niggas down your chimney like Santa Claus with gifts

When it comes to the chopper, bitch, all about the giving

Lighting shit up like Christmas, what the fuck is on your wish list?

Up gloing be the money, downfall be the bitches

I'm a Christian, fuck with Buddha, you a Jew, that's religion

Balmains when I'm on some baller shit, I'm true to my religion

My dick explaining the story, he say, "That bitch ain't tried to kiss me"

I'm like, "That bitch did kiss you, why the fuck you got the hickey?"

I'm counting on the fetty and I'm smoking on the pissy

I have my i8 sports car fucking on your Hemi

I'm smoking Christmas trees, this bitch had thought it was a fucking fifty

I'm doing 12 o'clock on Banshees if I'm slidin' up to Philly

If you ain't know her, man, she is a stunt four-wheeler

Hop out my car, look at how I'm stunting on niggas

I'ma count this money, can't be counting on niggas

Look at all this money, it's just pouting on a nigga

Sat his ass down in my office, then dismissed him

He say he wanna smoke, I wanna fuck his sister

She think 'cause I'm a Leo that I'ma kiss her

Told the bitch, "Kiss my dick," then I had to dismiss her

Boy, you unofficial, I be smoking loud, you smoking whisper

Went and get your sister, rolled up, she thought it was a Fisker

Sosa, why you always shitting? I'm official, it's the tissue

Call the plug man up for the dope to dismiss her

Jumanji lyrics - Chief Keef

(Yeah)

(It's about that motherfucking time)

(Chief Otto is in the fucking building)

(He Jumanji on you motherfuckers)

(Killing you motherfuckers)

I roll up flexin', rest in peace niggas

Every day is Halloween, trick or treat niggas

I got the loud pack for the sleep niggas

Roll up, get throwed, Bun B niggas

These niggas tryna see how I don't see niggas

'Cause when I look in the mirror I see me, nigga

Like the aliens, you better come in peace, nigga

Or I'm letting animals out Jumanji, nigga

I let some lions out the motherfuckin' board game

You got monopoly money, boy your life's a board game

I got thotty money, but these hoes get nothing

Set to set, dick to dick, these hoes be fucking

Riding in the M6 bitch that's i8 cousin

High-speed chase from the cops, and now they're hunting

Make his ass, fumble the ball, now they're punting

I'm 'a make it fair and catch the gang, now they're running

Tadoe be my running back, he run that shit to the hundred

I got hoes up in Paris, I got bitches in London

I could have a billion dollars, still gotta get me some money

If you a opp caught in the burbs, we leave your shit in the hundreds

Car like a hot wheel, bitch it's a hot car

I'm riding fast in this bitch, going to get my thot

Like I'm in New York pull up on you, give my block

You can't serve here no more, hit the bricks, kick rocks

I roll up flexin', rest in peace niggas

Every day is Halloween, trick or treat niggas

I got the loud pack for the sleep niggas

Roll up, get throwed, Bun B niggas

These niggas tryna see how I don't see niggas

'Cause when I look in the mirror I see me, nigga

Like the aliens, you better come in peace, nigga

Or I'm letting animals out Jumanji, nigga

I got the hood bitch I'm no fuckin' board game

I'm Yahtzee with the dice, how I up and roll them

Sosa let me hold some, boy your holdin'

Hold on sit tight, I gotta let my hoe in

Walk up in the party, see my shit swollen

I'm talking 'bout my pockets, this shit ain't folding

This niggas to dim, these niggas ain't GLOin'

Throwin' money in the club, bitch, rain coated

She say she like her strawberry chocolate coated

I'm ridin' past the border eating guacamole

Alfredo, nigga fuck your mostaccioli

He throwing signs up, like Chief So you gots to notice

I'm Stevie Wonder to the bullshit, with some keys

Since I'm running for the mayor, bitch I get the keys

To the city, bitch I'm pullin' up, with the Ps

Big joints size my feet, smoking Christmas trees (Bang, bang, bang, bang)

I roll up flexin', rest in peace niggas

Every day is Halloween, trick or treat niggas

I got the loud pack for the sleep niggas

Roll up, get throwed, Bun B niggas

These niggas tryna see how I don't see niggas

'Cause when I look in the mirror I see me, nigga

Like the aliens, you better come in peace, nigga

Or I'm letting animals out Jumanji, nigga

Where Ya At lyrics - Chief Keef

Where ya ass was at, when we was climbing across the gates?

Where ya ass was at, when we was in the grass waiting?

Where ya ass was at then? Now you're here today

Where ya ass was at, when the hood was going crazy?

Where ya ass was at? I don't care, I don't know

Where the cash at? I'm coming to get it, y'all know

Where ya ass was at? Couldn't see ya went ghost

Where ya ass was at, when we was giving smoke?

Where ya ass was at, when we was posted on the Front?

Where ya ass was at, when we was on Lamron?

Where ya ass was at, when we ain't have a job?

Where ya ass was at, when all my niggas had to rob?

Where ya ass was at, like I was looking for ya?

Where ya ass was at? I grab the TEC and bring it to ya

On our mob shit, finna cut ya dick and feed it to ya

Got a scope up on the choppa, it look up and see the fools

Where ya ass was at, when grandma drove a school bus?

Where ya ass was at, when mama was a booster?

Where ya ass was at, when pops was a loser?

Where ya ass was at, when my teacher said I couldn't do shit?

Where ya ass was at, when I was stealing?

Where ya ass was at, when I was drilling?

Now I pull up in a foreign, off pilling

I count the cash, to get my mind off drilling

Where ya ass was at, when we was in the streets?

It hit like a possum, running threw the streets

Where ya ass was at, when we was taking D money?

Make ya bitch say "Oh my God", 'cause I get O-M-G money

Roc-A-Fella, PPV money

Where ya ass was at, when I was starting phenoms?

Only time you ball, is like hair on LeBron

Where ya ass was at, when they was giving me time?

Where ya ass was at, when I was using coupons?

Where ya ass was at, when we made his whole crew run?

Where ya ass was at, like I was searching?

You can get 45 shots, 5 Curtis' (Bang!)

Where ya ass was at, when I was using the same sheets?

Coming back with all that Sosa, boy we want the same streets

I'm coming to get a billion, you gotta change streets

It ain't matter when I been, it's where I ain't be

It ain't matter when I been, it's where I ain't be

I'm legally blind, bitch, I can't see

I'm legally blind, bitch, I can't see

Bang! Bang! Bang!

K lyrics - Chief Keef

Goddamn it's a dick car

Like it's football, niggas gone get picked off

Uber when picked up that bitch, I dropped that bitch off

I found out she prostituting, smack that bitch boss

Got all my diamonds here, have a hoe hypnotize

I'm always down to ride, UPS freight truck in disguise

I ain't playing fair, I should get penalize

I got this 50 on me, clip was born in 65 (69!)

I got yo bitch here, you in my rear view mirror

What you spying on that bitch? Boy she can get you killed

I'm at the top though, bitch I live here

You tryna find me? I'm eating pro'ly out getting mils

Like a record label, nigga I'm giving deals

All this ice on me, got yo bitch getting chills

She said she's anemic I really couldn't tell

Got yo bitch out her clothes, top was good as hell

Nigga what's squad car? You little fuck niggas topless

What's in my chopper? It's numbers, knock ya brains down 'til ya promise

Do you want ya shoes fixed? I'm a cobbler, only thing don't like is numbers

Shells eat a nigga like peach cobbler like today's Thanksgiving

Yeah I got my hardy we can rumble nigga

Like The Hardy Boyz, lot of jumping

Put a whole in ya skull, Ed Hardy nigga

I got double on the scope, it's a party nigga

Goddamn it's a squad car

This K Patriotic, call this shit Peyton Manning

This life I live, it is hard knock

I got that Rain Forest Cafe, I got that Hard Rock

Bullets go through hard rocks, shit like casinos

I found out you gambling my money, I'm beating bones

She really is a fan, I'm on her ringtone

Don't need no radio, bring the Glock, bitch we sing songs

No dilemmas, I ain't Nelly

Yeah I'm rollin', I ain't Kelly

Who shot you? Bitch I ain't telling

Pro'ly me, I ain't scary

Coppers come and get Chief So, straight face, bitch I ain't nervous

What's up in my Glock? 5-0, jack a nigga I ain't Curtis

I'm a rambler, pistol shooter, damager

Bands to ya face the movement, take this shot camera ya

I'm always eating food, I'm woke I don't snooze

Now I ain't lacking bitch, do you have fun or do ya

Do I look sober to ya? I'm off embalming fluid

This cash I'm running through it, this money thumbing through it

Me, goddamn it's the dumb hoes

These hoes don't like the shells on me, they want ya rumble

Bang 3, Pt. 2 (2015)

• Pee Pee'd
• Wit It
• Bouncin
• Charge My Car
• Get That Sack
• Irri
• Racist
• Gloin
• That Night
• It's More
• OG Fiji
• Tree Tree

Pee Pee'd lyrics - Chief Keef

(Sosa on the beat)

I put ice all on my body, I put money all in my pocket

I put square feet all in my house, got no reason to be rowdy

Keep all them squares from 'round me, Master P, boy is you 'bout it?

Roll past, came back around, they like "Chief Sosa, you're clowning."

Eat all the green, it's so clean ,hoes think we Downy

I'm flexing like I'm Popeye, Krusty keep me clowning

Ay, I'm so damn ignorant

I pulled out my ding-a-ling and start pee peeing

My wrist look like pee

My name is Keef

Roll it up and chief the weed

I'm so high I don't know my damn A-B-Cs

Count it out like one two three

Four five six, no these not Gs

These hundred thousands, bitch it's legal

Now my doors go up, I remember stealing regals

I'm counting cash. No, I'm not sleeping

I ain't sleeping 'til two weeks from next week

This ho gon' fuck me 'cause my tweet

And I only tweeted if she wife she get a treat

I put ice all on my body, I put money all in my pocket

I put square feet all in my house, got no reason to be rowdy

Keep all them squares from 'round me, Master P, boy is you 'bout it?

Roll past, came back around, they like "Chief Sosa, you're clowning."

Eat all the green it's so clean hoes think we downy

I'm flexing like I'm Popeye, Krusty keep me clowning

Ay, I'm so damn ignorant

I pulled out my ding-a-ling and start pee peeing

I pulled out my dick, and I pee'd

In public, I don't care no fuck who sees

My watch blinging, it is freezing

It's the reason why I ain't hiding this heater

I put the money with the money let it sing

Sosa T-Pain, let me buy you a drink

I ain't got to talk, I hit her with that wink

Then she start telling me her favorite color's pink

When I was young, my mom told me to go hard

Now I am dancing with the stars

I bought a lion then I turned it to a rug

I bought a bear and I mixed it with some fox

It's the reason why my leather is so soft

I got python, all up on my drawers

I got satin all on my fucking sheets

Diamonds in my Glo, man, no Jesus piece

I put ice all on my body, I put money all in my pocket

I put square feet all in my house, got no reason to be rowdy

Keep all them squares from 'round me, Master P, boy is you 'bout it?

Roll past, came back around, they like "Chief Sosa, you're clowning."

Eat all the green it's so clean hoes think we downy

I'm flexing like I'm Popeye, Krusty keep me clowning

Ay, I'm so damn ignorant

I pulled out my ding-a-ling and start pee peeing

Wit It lyrics - Chief Keef

That business, I'm with it, I'm with it, I'm with it

Talkin' shit, you can get it

Talkin' all this shit and we gon' fuck around and split it

Nigga, I'm with it, you thought I wasn't with it? I'm with it

I'm with that shit, don't forget it

Make you mess up your sentence

I'm with it, I'm with it, I'm with it

I'm with it, I'm with it

Bitches on bitches, got bitches on bitches, I don't need 'em

I get it, I get it, but I get it, I get it

I get it I'm with it, I'm with it

I'm with it, I'm with it

Whatcha got in your pockets boy? I spent that on some paintball guns

Crash the party, in this bitch it's cracking just like the limos was

You ain't gotta find me, bitch I ain't lost, do I look like Nemo, cus?

Ditty Boppin' with the Glock, you run around dancin', do I look like Kemo, blood?

I be ridin' in traffic, gettin' to that cabbage

I don't want romantic, I don't wanna smash it

I ain't got no pops, I'm a bastard

Member on the block, I was young living savage

I don't want no friends, I can't trust these nigga

Y'all niggas soo funny, I don't wanna be laughin'

She said she like my chain, she grab it

If a nigga wanna smoke then we ready

I be coolin' at my home, I be gettin' that dome

I ain't no want no dilemmas bitch, I ain't no Nelly

Gimme a second, lemme play this R Kelly

Then you bump and grind your face on my motherfuckin' belly

Got hella Moncler's, bitch I come from pelly

Bitch, I come from the projects, come from the belly of the beast

That gun talk shit don't scare me

"Sosa can you see?" I be like, "Barely!"

That business, I'm with it, I'm with it, I'm with it

Talkin' shit, you can get it

Talkin' all this shit and we gon' fuck around and split it

Nigga, I'm with it, you thought I wasn't with it? I'm with it

I'm with that shit, don't forget it

Make you mess up your sentence

I'm with it, I'm with it, I'm with it

I'm with it, I'm with it

Bitches on bitches, got bitches on bitches, I don't need 'em

I get it, I get it, but I get it, I get it

I get it I'm with it, I'm with it

I'm with it, I'm with it

At my concerts, hoes be goin' wild, goin' in, goin' out

Pounds of the skunk, I'mma pour it out

16 ounces of the Tech pourin' out

In the sprite, I'mma six-four it out

Cooling in Cali they be six-four-ing out

Racks in my pocket, I done tour it out

Inhale smoke then I blow it out

Say she wanna play ball, we can blow it out

Say you wanna fight? KO it out

Say she wanna get it, we can go no for no

Word for word or play no it out

Pulled in, get that guap, then I'm pullin' out

Hoes think I wanna know where her puttin' out

I don't wanna know shit, bitch better lookin' out

For the cops and the ops, that be lookin' out

I'm in the inside and I'm lookin' out

You on the outside and you lookin' in

I ain't gotta be a crook again

I'm rich as fuck, I ain't gotta cook again

Posted on the block, puttin' in

Now rich as fuck and I ain't puttin' in work

Gettin' clean money, 'member when I was gettin' it dirty

That business, I'm with it, I'm with it, I'm with it

Talkin' shit, you can get it

Talkin' all this shit and we gon' fuck around and split it

Nigga, I'm with it, you thought I wasn't with it? I'm with it

I'm with that shit, don't forget it

Make you mess up your sentence

I'm with it, I'm with it, I'm with it

I'm with it, I'm with it

Bitches on bitches, got bitches on bitches, I don't need 'em

I get it, I get it, but I get it, I get it

I get it I'm with it, I'm with it

I'm with it, I'm with it

Bouncin lyrics - Chief Keef

Big rubber bands, I be poppin'

I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it

I talk all this shit 'cause I'm 'bout it

You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin'

Call me bag-head Milonakis

All I get is bags, all I get is money

Smoking big Backwoods of that funky

I pull up, get that money then I'm bouncin'

I pull up hop out, I don't pop out

I got the cops out, it's hot out, I got Glocks out

I up this 40 Mayweather, it's a damn knock out

I ain't make it in school, Chief So was a drop-out

Something something something, I forgot now

I was thinking about the guap then put my guap out

I'm Sosa Ray Charles, you can still get knocked down

It's a parade here, all you see is Glock shells

I dress myself, bitch I don't need a stylist

I got my pistol just in case the violence

I think my chopper gay, I pulled him out the closet

I call my chopper Ye' 'cause he half-went to college

I call my desert eagle "Desert Storm" 'cause we be warrin'

I think my Mac wanna be a rapper, we be touring

Like Kobe, Shaq, D.Rose and Butler, we be ballin'

If you talking 'bout some millions, we be on it

Big rubber bands, I be poppin'

I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it

I talk all this shit 'cause I'm 'bout it

You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin'

Call me bag-head Milonakis

All I get is bags, all I get is money

Smoking big Backwoods of that funky

I pull up, get that money then I'm bouncin'

I pull up, get that check then I'm in the wind

I got two Glock forties, them be twenty twins

Don't wanna fuck your bitch, she got a shitty wig

Shot four out the thirty, we got twenty-six

Pulled up swagging, know you seeing this

Bitch came to my crib, you know she eatin' this

She can't have her phone, hoes be leaking shit

I'm an anti-ass nigga, I don't speak for shit

Chief So got over totin' llamas

I got a HK caliber, Da Forty

I wasn't good in science but I knew my numbers

I'm ballin'

Ring ring, tell your bitch stop callin'

Big rubber bands, I be poppin'

I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it

I talk all this shit 'cause I'm 'bout it

You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin'

Call me bag-head Milonakis

All I get is bags, all I get is money

Smoking big Backwoods of that funky

I pull up, get that money then I'm bouncin'

Charge My Car lyrics - Chief Keef

Zaytoven

GIP Blood, man, GIP Cap, man (Grrah, bang)

I pulled up cappin', doors straight flappin' (Grrah, bang, grrah, bang)

My glove department filled with residue

Had to shit on you 'cause you thought you was cool

When I pull out them hundreds, boy, I'm blessin' dudes

I got a hundred for you, you, and you

Hop out at the gas station 'cause I'm a star

Full tank, 'cause I didn't even charge my car

I let the doors go up, then your bitch get in

She sees all this money, she say, "Chief Sosa you winnin'"

I rolled up ten joints, I got weed for days

I got all this green, I swear that it's my baby

I've been getting money since my senior days

But I forgot, I didn't go to school, I'm crazy

I put Margielas on my fucking shoes

I poured two deuces, nigga, fuck some booze

I'm rollin' up three grams in a fuckin' wood

Don't worry 'bout me, I'm getting money, I'm good

I pull up to the club, and them doors go up

Motivation? No-you's only dumb fucks

Gotta use the shower, hella hundreds in the tub

The police can run in here, I don't give no fucks

My glove department filled with residue

Had to shit on you 'cause you thought you was cool

When I pull out them hundreds, boy, I'm blessin' dudes

I got a hundred for you, you, and you

Hop out at the gas station 'cause I'm a star

Full tank, 'cause I didn't even charge my car

I let the doors go up, then your bitch get in

She sees all this money, she say, "Chief Sosa you winnin'"

I got a million unread texts

I got a million read text messages

I only read 'em if you're talkin' Benjis

Can't be talking small, gotta be talkin' plenty

I got six hoes in six different beds

Dro and Mike told me I'm the black Elvis Presley

I got hoes in 50 different states

Been all around the world, can't tell me 'bout a penny

'Member kickin' doors and hittin' stains

I'm eatin' good, fuck your Craig Jenny

For all you dumb-ass fucks, I'm talkin' Jenny Craig

Try to make me go on a diet, pussy, I ain't with it

My glove department filled with residue

Had to shit on you 'cause you thought you was cool

When I pull out them hundreds, boy, I'm blessin' dudes

I got a hundred for you, you, and you

Hop out at the gas station 'cause I'm a star

Full tank, 'cause I didn't even charge my car

I let the doors go up, then your bitch get in

She sees all this money, she say, "Chief Sosa you winnin'"

Get That Sack lyrics - Chief Keef

I was on my way to go and get some money

The clouds gon' red before I get some money

I'm riding in my 2 door, running from cops, I'm by my lonely

You see how I shine, boy just tell me how bad you want it

I'm like "Go and get that sack!"

Go and get that sack

Go and get that sack

Go and get that sack

Go and get that sack

Go and get that sack

Go and get that sack

Go and get that sack

You see I'm getting the cash, go get a sack, why is you mad?

I'm riding in foreigns. They're mad. I'm in the mansion. Where you live at?

Put the guns in the bag, weed in the blunt, blunt I'm my hand

Cash up in my pants, getting the top, fucking a bitch

I'm so fly, bitch I'm so high, I got jet-lag

I walk in the store, spending the cash, flappin' them bands

Member sellin' rocks, now I'm the man, I'm on demand

Pull up to the light, fexlin' a lot, what is you in?

I'm sippin' the lean, smoking the dope, don't do the Xans

They're like "Why you running so slow? On a tight rope, and how did you win?"

I tell 'em "I'm glo. I got the dope when my slow was fast."

Cookin' the swag, leave it to me, I be the man

I was on my way to go and get some money

The clouds gon' red before I get some money

I'm riding in my 2 door, running from cops, I'm by my lonely

You see how I shine, boy just tell me how bad you want it

I'm like "Go and get that sack!"

Go and get that sack

Go and get that sack

Go and get that sack

Go and get that sack

Go and get that sack

Go and get that sack

Go and get that sack

Coulda bought me a boat, I bought a i8 like what is you on?

I'm not driving slow, driving so fast, like where is you going?

They're like, you got the cash, you got the swag, but where is you born?

I'm from Chiraq, but if you make it out, then you won

Don't wanna fuck the hoe, make them mow my lawn

I won't look at the hoe, but made her do my laundry

I know I got a maid, but my maid is gone

She don't speak Ingles, bitch my maid is foreign

I was on my way to go and get some money

The clouds gon' red before I get some money

I'm riding in my 2 door, running from cops, I'm by my lonely

You see how I shine, boy just tell me how bad you want it

I'm like "Go and get that sack!"

Go and get that sack

Go and get that sack

Go and get that sack

Go and get that sack

Go and get that sack

Go and get that sack

Go and get that sack

Irri lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Lil B)

[Lil B:]

Chief Keef what it do

It's Lil B, I love you nigga

Get that money nigga, count up on these bitch ass niggas man

Skee!

[Chief Keef:]

Irri, irri irri, irri irri, these bitches irri

Irri irri, irri irri, these niggas irri

They all up in my, ear-a ear-a

Like can you hear us?

Bitch I can't, hear-a hear-a

These niggas irritating

These bitches irritating

My gun don't irritate it, I hyperventilate it

Like click-clack irri

Irri irri, irri irri

Shootin' for your ear-a

Irri irri, irri irri

These niggas irri, these bitches irri

These cops is irri, they all over my area

They looking for me, they watching a nigga

I'm smoking on Swishers

That bitch thought it was a Backwoods nigga, swear that bitch irri

That bitch brought some Backwoods with her

Kick that bitch out backwards nigga

Should have known to not bring that shit to my mansion nigga

Should have never invited that bitch to my mansion nigga

Should've took that bitch to the Hampton nigga

Pulled up in a irritating car with an irritating Glock

Irritating niggas sending irritating shots

Irritating niggas and irritating bitch

Get irritating shots for a irritated boss

Like Irri, irri irri, irri irri

Got Irri nina coolin' with me you know that's my nigga

Irri, irri irri, irri irri, these bitches irri

Irri irri, irri irri, these niggas irri

They all up in my, ear-a ear-a

Like can you hear us?

Bitch I can't, hear-a hear-a

These niggas irritating

These bitches irritating

My gun don't irritate it, I hyperventilate it

Like click-clack irri

Irri irri, irri, irri

Shootin' for your ear-a

Irri irri, irri irri

[Lil B:]

This our year-a this my era

Fuck whoever I'm trying to tell ya fuck whoever

I'm not scare-a, Lil B, Chief Keef

I smoke reef, you got that reef?

Well light the leaf, up in the air-a

Cocaine era, got whatever blast whoever

I'm not scared of black leather look in the mirror

I've see character it's my era, mix-tape era

World Star Hip Hop, call me Q or call me J or call me swag

Winning, damn I'm winning

Change the fucking game even jumped up in it

Real hip hop like a New York minute

If you can't understand you ain't get it bitch

[Chief Keef:]

Irri, irri irri, irri irri, these bitches irri

Irri irri, irri irri, these niggas irri

They all up in my, ear-a ear-a

Like can you hear us?

Bitch I can't, hear-a hear-a

These niggas irritating

These bitches irritating

My gun don't irritate it, I hyperventilate it

Like click-clack irri

Irri irri, irri, irri

Shootin' for your ear-a

Irri irri, irri irri

These niggas irri

Racist lyrics - Chief Keef

Zaytoven

I put big-ass rims on my car

Money long, this shit going too far

I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car

I told them bitches, "Bitch, I'm freaking you tomorrow"

Police pulled me over, they thought I was racing

I told 'em, "My car ain't with the damn pacing"

Got my guns from Indiana, think they with the Pacers

I only like green, she like, "Boy, you racist"

Girl, I got money all in my fucking pocket

I don't like talking, you can leave if you ain't fucking

I ain't want to fuck you anyway, bitch, you musty

Baby girl, you dusty, but my car do all the dusting

Riding in that Beamer, Bieber, bitch, Justin

I'm screaming obscenities, bitch, I'm cussing

She acting like a bee for the weed, bitch be buzzing

I told her 'bout my money, she can go and meet my cousin

Rest in peace Blood, if he was here, he would be mugging

My car super bad, I done named it McLovin

I told her, "I'ma leave my pants on while we fucking"

I only want to fuck you for ten minutes, then I'm nutting, I'm nothing

I put big-ass rims on my car

Money long, this shit going too far

I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car

I told them bitches, "Bitch, I'm freaking you tomorrow"

Police pulled me over, they thought I was racing

I told 'em, "My car ain't with the damn pacing"

Got my guns from Indiana, think they with the Pacers

I only like green, she like, "Boy, you racist"

I'm sipping red, I paid six hundred for the pint

Eight hundred dollar Margielas, fuck your Mikes

Bitch buggin', told me thousand dollars for the night

I say, "I'm Chief Sosa, I ain't never paid in my life"

Blowing smoke in the police face, bitch, I know my rights

I don't give no fuck, you can tell how I'm running lights

Don't leap if you a frog, fuck nigga, get hit with pipe

I don't like the 'Woods that much, I'm rolling big-ass whites

That's big-ass joints, now you know it, fuck nigga, pipe down

I'm so turnt up, can't even put my pipe down

I'm so bossed up, think I live up in the White House

When you see me, salute me, or it's fucking lights out

I put big-ass rims on my car

Money long, this shit going too far

I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car

I told them bitches, "Bitch, I'm freaking you tomorrow"

Police pulled me over, they thought I was racing

I told 'em, "My car ain't with the damn pacing"

Got my guns from Indiana, think they with the Pacers

I only like green, she like, "Boy, you racist"

I told that bitch she can't touch my dreads

I'm smoking Tooka, counting on the deads

She say I'm tweaking, I ain't even take my meds

Tatted like amigos, bitch, my skin filled with lead

Nigga talking down, fill him up with lead

I'm flexing so hard, I should buy a watch for my leg

Since he sending messages, he get hit in the legs

I'm friends with UPS and FedEx

I'm full, I ain't even eat my eggs

I got an Uzi with a cooling kit and kick

I start to pour it out, it's pouring out the fifties

I put big-ass rims on my car

Money long, this shit going too far

I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car

I told them bitches, "Bitch, I'm freaking you tomorrow"

Police pulled me over, they thought I was racing

I told 'em, "My car ain't with the damn pacing"

Got my guns from Indiana, think they with the Pacers

I only like green, she like, "Boy, you racist"

Bang

Yeah

Gloin lyrics - Chief Keef

GG sports, it's in the game

Ain't no pillow talkers in the game

He's a dork, he's a lame

No you can't hang with the gang if you ain't gang

Boy, I know it, know it, know it

You ain't down like a fuckin' doormat

I'm ridin' 'round lookin' for the money

I hop out, I be gloin', gloin', gloin'

Ring, ring, what's on my line?

Girl, it's that, money, I swear it call all the time

Bang, bang! What's that? My gun

I up this motherfuckin' blow it boy, better make it, run

Ding ding, what's that? A pizza pie?

If it's an enemy then I won't be surprised

Ding, ding, it's a friend in a disguise

Nigga act like they with you, they out to get you - aah

Smokin' on this chimney

God, look at what you did to me

I'm high these bitches be feelin' me

Aye, aye

GG sports, it's in the game

Ain't no pillow talkers in the gang

He's a dork, he's a lame

No you can't hang with the gang if you ain't gang

Boy, I know it, know it, know it

You ain't down like a fuckin' doormat

I'm ridin' 'round lookin' for the money

I hop out, I be gloin', gloin', gloin'

Take a picture, it'll last longer

That lil lady got an ass on her

Chief Sosa, he got that cash on him

Call me Chief YC I got them racks, on racks, on racks on me

Cloth, I be cuttin' up

I just fronted you some money and you fuck it up

Goons with me, money with me, take it, fuck you up

Boy, you say that you's a gangster, gotta look you up

Buda, look at what you did to me

Walked in the True Religion store, you know that I got plenty jeans

Johnny Dang, look at what you did to me

Walked up in the jewelry store, walk out like a damn mini freezer

GG sports, it's in the game

Ain't no pillow talkers in the game

He's a dork, he's a lame

No you can't hang with the gang if you ain't gang

Boy, I know it, know it, know it

You ain't down like a fuckin' doormat

I'm ridin' 'round lookin' for the money

I hop out, I be gloin', gloin', gloin'

That Night lyrics - Chief Keef

I got that cash it wasn't nothin'

I8 drive by, M6 speed by, race me why not?

I got that cash it wasn't nothin'

I8 drive by, M6 speed by, race me why not?

Let's bet 5 thousand, you got it, I got it

You can not beat me, yes you can die by it

I pulled out them fat knocks, like I hit the jackpot

It's raining them wet knocks, strip-club, that's right

After she give me top, give her wet wipes

I'm so damn high off life, I don't remember that night

I call you on damn Skype, make sure my check right

I'm in the lime light, you's in the dim lights

I'm too damn rich for lice, don't got no damn mice

You hatin' too damn goofy, don't got no damn life

My pool is 9 feet, I just hop in and swim right

I do's the stunting, I just hoped out that damn ride

I need a Moncler ring, you know that I'm gon' get it right?

Perfect day for flexin', walked outside and it's feeling nice

I got that cash it wasn't nothin'

I8 drive by, M6 speed by, race me why not?

Let's bet 5 thousand, you got it, I got it

You can not beat me, yes you can die by it

I pulled out them fat knocks, like I hit the jackpot

It's raining them wet knocks, strip-club, that's right

After she give me top, give her wet wipes

I'm so damn high off life, I don't remember that night

I make that crunk music Juelz and Killa Cam

I'm getting Ben's why you playing, bitches in Switzerland

Nigga get your bitch, shes a damn nigga digger man

I set her out by the fire, then I started getting head

She tape her mouth onto my dick, I'm a asshole, I'm the shit

Was just on the phone with slick, his lawyer need 36

Was on the phone with Stunna Ray, he told me flex on them bitches

When these bitches be wanna play, I'm gettin' the check on these bitches

I got that cash it wasn't nothin'

I8 drive by, M6 speed by, race me why not?

Let's bet 5 thousand, you got it, I got it

You can not beat me, yes you can die by it

I pulled out them fat knocks, like I hit the jackpot

It's raining them wet knocks, strip-club, that's right

After she give me top, give her wet wipes

I'm so damn high off life, I don't remember that night

It's More lyrics - Chief Keef

For Blood I pour out a fifth, keep on pourin' the shit

In the club standin' on the couches, enjoyin' the shit

She want all of this dick, I give her majority of the dick

Baby I gotta get all this money, need all of the shit

But there's more to this shit, girl it's more to this shit

Girl, it's more to this shit

Girl, it's more to this shit, baby

It's more to this shit

It's more to this shit

It's more to this shit

All I see green, green, nothin' in between

No brown, no white, all I see green

All I see green, no broccoli, I eat beans

And I smoke trees, so high like I eat leaves

Ay, I roll off with that guap like "beep beep"

You don't gotta like me, but yo' bitch like Chief Keef

She say she love me, then I leave with my cleats

I know I was drivin' but I was runnin' up the streets

I walked up in the club, they don't need to see my ID

I ain't got no patience, don't need to see my IV

I picked up some paper tryna see where that's gon' lead

I walked up out the office with a check on one, two, three, three

For Blood I pour out a fifth, keep on pourin' the shit

In the club standin' on the couches, enjoyin' the shit

She want all of this dick, I give her majority of the dick

Baby I gotta get all this money, need all of the shit

But there's more to this shit, girl it's more to this shit

Girl, it's more to this shit

Girl, it's more to this shit, baby

It's more to this shit

It's more to this shit

It's more to this shit

I see blue, blue, no I don't see you

All I see is blue, is that Blue's Clues?

If you cross the red, red, shots up in yo' head

Ya dead, ya dead, just like my dead presidents

I pulled them Ben Franklins up out my pocket

I know I'm so icy, I got my rocket

I gave my tech to y'all, you know I T-Mac'd it

I took it back a while, this T-Mac spit magic

Hop out that clean, with green, shiny like Oil Sheen

Spraying shit like mousse, Rudolph where you goin'?

I'm the king, I'm Mufasa with some wings

I want some Wokcanos, I don't want chicken wings

For Blood I pour out a fifth, keep on pourin' the shit

In the club standin' on the couches, enjoyin' the shit

She want all of this dick, I give her majority of the dick

Baby I gotta get all this money, need all of the shit

But there's more to this shit, girl it's more to this shit

Girl, it's more to this shit

Girl, it's more to this shit, baby

It's more to this shit

It's more to this shit

It's more to this shit

OG Fiji lyrics - Chief Keef

I got that Fiji water, that OG

I'm smoking loud like, fuck the police

I'm brought that cash out, and I brought more weed

I got that Fiji water, and that OG

I got that Fiji water, Fiji water

Fiji water, Fiji water

I got that OG, got that OG

I got that OG, I got that OG

I got that Fiji water, Fiji water

Fiji water, Fiji water

I got that Fiji water, Fiji water

Fiji water, I got that Fiji water and that OG

Got that Fiji water and an O of the skunk

Walk in the mall, pointin' like I know what I want

I walked on the lot, pointin' like I know where I'm goin'

I'm goin' to the spaceship, you should know where I'm goin'

Went up in the bank takin' out 50K

Walked in the bank smirking in the teller's face

I walked in the bank they say I smell like an 8th

I said I smoked a motherfuckin' 14th today

She say she want some cheese, but she won't get paid

I say go roll some weed, baby it's not laced

I'm smokin' OG up in my spaceship

He say he wanna race me, I'm nothin' to play with

I got that Fiji water, that OG

I'm smoking loud like, fuck the police

I'm brought that cash out, and I brought more weed

I got that Fiji water, and that OG

I got that Fiji water, Fiji water

Fiji water, Fiji water

I got that OG, got that OG

I got that OG, I got that OG

I got that Fiji water, Fiji water

Fiji water, Fiji water

I got that Fiji water, Fiji water

Fiji water, I got that Fiji water and that OG

I got Fiji water, OG, cops come, fuck that police

Bitches come, they want me, ask 'em, yeah they know me

On the lot I coped that foolish whip, I'm like Shawty Lo me

I pull off with that stupid whip, I'm like Tity Boi me

Cash on me, all me, big counts, only me

And Gambino he got my thing, and he gon' make it sing

I tell 'em "do it slowly", don't got no time for police

Hop in the car, we speedin', runnin' from the police

I'm in that thing with four seats, I ain't feel like two seats

All these bitches call me, ask me what I'm doin'

I lie and say I'mma call 'em back, I'm colder than my jewelry

All these bitches text my phone like "Sosa, how you doin'?"

I got that Fiji water, that OG

I'm smoking loud like, fuck the police

I'm brought that cash out, and I brought more weed

I got that Fiji water, and that OG

I got that Fiji water, Fiji water

Fiji water, Fiji water

I got that OG, got that OG

I got that OG, I got that OG

I got that Fiji water, Fiji water

Fiji water, Fiji water

I got that Fiji water, Fiji water

Fiji water, I got that Fiji water and that OG

Tree Tree lyrics - Chief Keef

Sosa baby, GBE, baby

Blood Gang, baby

5th Gang, baby, Sit Gang, baby, Get It Gang, baby

Leanin' Gang, baby

You know how I'm rockin', cut off stockings

Keep kush in my pocket

All designer, get ya grind up

Got a Breitling for the motherfuckin' timer

Yeah, bang, bang

All these bitches love Sosa, nigga, fuck yo 'Rari Rover

And yo bitch just came over, Lil Flip, game over

I don't fuck with po-poers, the po-poers are no-noer

Shawty said she like my odor, bend it over, bend it over

I got pounds of that kino and I'm a Fendi totter

I ain't gotta beat my dogs, I'ma sick this 50 on 'em

Choppa come through yeah, I went 50 on 'em

Smokin' ganja yeah, I went tree tree on 'em

You can find me in the club with the snuff, fuck the buff

Baby, this dick what you need, but I know it ain't enough

I know you want money, but I can't baby, sorry

I know better 'bout these bitches, baby I am from the projects

Pull up cowabunga, pullin' off like gnarly

Now I can fuck my forth grade teacher, Ms. Crowley

Take two days to smoke a pound, I'm Sosa Marley

And you can call me Sosa Ross, I'm Sosa-phisticated

Man, I'm still fuck your earthquake

I 'member doing drills up in broad day

I got that world star like Beyonce

Now carry on, I'm gonna go my way

All these bitches love Sosa, nigga, fuck yo 'rari Rover

And yo bitch just came over, Lil Flip, game over

I don't fuck with po-poers, the po-poers are no-noer

Shawty said she like my odor, bend it over, bend it over

I got pounds of that kino and I'm a Fendi totter

I ain't gotta beat my dogs, I'ma sick this 50 on 'em

Choppa come through yeah, I went 50 on 'em

Smokin' ganja yeah, I went tree tree on 'em

I went tree tree on her

Gettin' knee-knee from that lil bitch Keke on her

He love Keke, but she is a thotty on him

She just wanna have a party on her

And she be goin' on and on and on and-

Sayin' he's a goofy, sayin' he ain't nothin'

And I be like o-kay, o-kay, o-kay

I'mma push him button, no it ain't no ridin'

Call me Sosa Big Pun, call me Sosa Fat Joe

Call my Ruger Remy Ma, call me Sosa Papoose

Shootin' everythin' from A to Z, alphabet coupe

All these bitches love Sosa, nigga, fuck yo 'Rari Rover

And yo bitch just came over, Lil Flip, game over

I don't fuck with po-poers, the po-poers are no-noer

Shawty said she like my odor, bend it over, bend it over

I got pounds of that kino and I'm a Fendi totter

I ain't gotta beat my dogs, I'ma sick this 50 on 'em

Choppa come through yeah, I went 50 on 'em

Smokin' ganja yeah, I went tree tree on 'em

I went 50 on 'em, ay

Bang 3, Pt. 1 (2015)

• Laurel Canyon
• Cappin
• Unstoppable
• Superheroes
• Singing To The Cheese
• Pick One
• New School
• Facts
• I Just Wanna
• Yes
• Ain't Missing You
• Million$
• Go Harder
• Green Light 

Cappin lyrics - Chief Keef

Aye man, you know how I'm rockin'

You know what I'm sayin', cutoff stockings

All designer man get your grind up you know

I got a Breitling for the timer that ain't nun new, you know what I'm sayin'

But all these motherfuckin' Margiela shoes I bought is for me cappin' you know what I'm saying?

I'm cappin' shoes cost about 10

Hundred-dollar bills and I'm riding in that nasty

Dragin', racin' in traffic

Bitches say they're bad bitches, weak bitches average

I'm capping

(Hey) Cap

(Hey) Cap

(Hey) Cap

I'm cappin'

(Hey, hey) Blood Cap

This for Blood and Cap

Blood and Cap, this for Blood and Cap

This for Cap this for Blood, ridin' 'round with my thud

G-L-O G-A-N-G we not with that giving up

Don't expect me to give you hug

Bullets coming fill you up

Oreo Double-Stuffed, nigga get yo feelings hurt

Boy, I got that Pizza Hut, Giordanos which one you want?

Get that Grezielda Blanco like

"Aye, little Pablo, where the fuck ya goin'?"

In the club froze I bought the bar I don't even want it

I don't drink no alcohol I be drinking that lean I'm snoring

I'm cappin' shoes cost about 10

Hundred-dollar bills and I'm riding in that nasty

Dragin', racin' in traffic

Bitches say they're bad bitches, weak bitches average

I'm capping

(Hey) Cap

(Hey) Cap

(Hey, hey) Cap

(Hey) I'm cappin'

(Hey, hey) Blood Cap

This for Blood and Cap

Blood and Cap, this for Blood and Cap

Gambino grab my meat roll

Aye Tadoe grab my K doe

Aye Justo make sure Benji straight, folks think he in Barbados

Niggas wanna try me let the K blow

WTF Chief Sosa waiting for?

Got pink birds lookin' like Flamingos

She dust my shoes off like I'm Fabo

Keep racks in my pockets everyday tho

Inna cap center and I'm capping spending all the Play-Doh

Choppa have him boppin' like he dancin' with Kemo

Off the car lot I'm smashing I'm riding like an A-hole

Remember on the block shooting up niggas Limos

Now my birthday is every damn day tho

Wonder how I got the racks in my jeans?

'Cause I be working every day though

I'm cappin' shoes cost about 10

Hundred-dollar bills and I'm riding in that nasty

Dragin', racin' in traffic

Bitches say they're bad bitches, weak bitches average

I'm capping

(Hey) Cap

(Hey) Cap

(Hey, hey) Cap, (hey)

I'm cappin'

(Hey, hey) Blood Cap

This for Blood and Cap, Blood and Cap, this for Blood and Cap

[?]

Unstoppable lyrics - Chief Keef

My leather so soft, shells so hard

You wanna be a boss nigga go hard

Call me little glo I come through and dim your yard

I got coco baby like damn so hard

Go in my closet pick some straps out the arsenal

I got on Trues but these bullets fly like envelops

Blood Gang ride through hop out like what's poppin' though?

I'm a blade call me Sosa Snipes Unstoppable

Tadoe in the cut, Slick on the roof though

Lay these bullets on yo ass straight sumo

I'm smoking on this Tooka I'm on Pluto

I be doing me I ain't worried 'bout where you go

You gotta run a couple loops for the loot

Get in yo car make it do what it do

I ran through 2 milli but it's cool

I be stirring up that money making music

Off that Don't like and Love Sosa too

Play Faneto in the club they go coo-coo

I'm like Bang, smoking Cali but with Snoop

I'm from Chiraq but Cali what it do?

My leather so soft, shells so hard

You wanna be a boss nigga go hard

Call me little glo I come through and dim your yard

I got coco baby like damn so hard

Go in my closet pick some straps out the arsenal

I got on Trues but these bullets fly like envelops

Blood Gang ride through hop out like what's poppin' though?

I'm a blade call me Sosa Snipes Unstoppable

Sosa Wesly Snipes got the blade

Sosa GloMan got the shades

You know I'm from Chiraq got the K

I got Kool-Aid, lemonade

Only green I eat is broccoli

With some cheese get it out the way

All these fuck niggas mocking me

I'm like please move up out the way

Police walking up on me I be blowing smoke

In they face

Wanna lock me up 'cause I got dope shit is gay

I be with that disrespectful shit any day

Try me I'mma let the Tec blow anyway

My leather so soft, shells so hard

You wanna be a boss nigga go hard

Call me little glo I come through and dim your yard

I got coco baby like damn so hard

Go in my closet pick some straps out the arsenal

I got on Trues but these bullets fly like envelops

Blood Gang ride through hop out like what's poppin' though?

I'm a blade call me Sosa Snipes Unstoppable

Superheroes lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. A$AP Rocky)

[Chief Keef:]

By myself 'cause these niggas yes men

Bitch I'm Almighty Sosa Batman

Know I got my Smith & Wesson

That be my illegal weapon

I'm off this Earth I feel like Superman

Cocky like He-Man, cut like Wolverine

Come through yo' block like Green Goblin

Wetting shit up Spider-Man

Come through your block, ay

Like Batman with a Glock, ay

Red beams on the gun bitch, Cyclops, ay

Wonder Woman, I name my watch, ay

I got my heat, I feel like He-Man

Bought Sandman to the beach so bitch I'm Seaman, ay

I got a cold from all this ice man, ay

Don't make me flash my fuckin' pipe man, ay

I'm Spider-Man, my uncle got killed off white man

Come through your block, Star Wars with the shots

Daredevil with a cane 'cause I'm shootin' like I'm blind, ay

Smokin' Liu Kang kush, Sub-Zero, the whole nine, ay

Now I'm feelin' like I'm walkin' dead bitch, Sosa Rick Grimes

By myself 'cause these niggas yes men

Bitch I'm Almighty Sosa Batman

Know I got my Smith & Wesson

That be my illegal weapon

I'm off this Earth I feel like Superman

Cocky like He-Man, cut like Wolverine

Come through yo' block like Green Goblin

Wetting shit up Spider-Man

[A$AP Rocky:]

Flacko order quarter coke straight from Sosa man

That's that soda, eyes the color of Coca-Cola cans

Green like Cloverland, everyday I'm blowin' grams

Everything is purple, guess I am the Joker then

Life's a game of poker, tell that nigga "Show your hand"

I'm pullin' cards, I think it's time you niggas fold again

Told you soldiers with the scope I show attack

Told you, blow you, john-doe you then

Now nobody know the man, damn

From rippin' the Benz

Flippin' the rims, flippin' a fifth to a gram

Now I get in advance, I'm rich again

Switchin' more bitches in France

We ain't rapin' hoes, but we we out here cookie stealin'

You Captain Save-A-Hoe, nigga I'm the pussy villain

Spider-Man, Peter Parker, I'm like Peter Pan

Treat my opps like Cyclops if I see the man

Wolverine in skinny jeans, diamonds Billy Jean

They tap dance, the Batman is a black man

[Chief Keef:]

By myself 'cause these niggas yes men

Bitch I'm Almighty Sosa Batman

Know I got my Smith & Wesson

That be my illegal weapon

I'm off this Earth I feel like Superman

Cocky like He-Man, cut like Wolverine

Come through yo' block like Green Goblin

Wetting shit up Spider-Man

Singing To The Cheese lyrics - Chief Keef

Hopped on the road and let's go get that money

I pull up hopped out and I'm smoking on Chronic

Explain this to me boy how you allergic to money?

You can't be allergic to them 50s and 100s

I pull up hopped out and I'm reeking of weed

I pull the racks out and I'm reeking them Gs

I pull the guap out and I'm singing them Gs

Like ba-da-ba-ba-ba singing to the cheese

Boy ya know, pissy wrist pissy throat

My pissy finger, pissy ear get pissy hoes

My palm itching plenty guap get plenty Os

You think it's sweet them weapons I get plenty those

I want some head this nigga bitch she 1-10

I want some grands, want some millions

Want some billions, don't want no friends

Want some weed, want some killers

I want some streets, want some houses, want some buildings

I pull up flex a nigga like "Gotta be kidding me"

I got the Tec the P11 it gotta be with me

Don't be against me boy you better be with me

You better call the SWAT and they better come get me

Bitch I'm rich but I still got that savage in me

I'm high as fuck bitch I got two 7s in me

Point out the fuck nigga think he better than me

This Sons of Anarchy, I got the Jax up in me

Hopped on the road and let's go get that money

I pull up hopped out and I'm smoking on Chronic

Explain this to me boy how you allergic to money?

You can't be allergic to them 50s and 100s

I pull up hopped out and I'm reeking of weed

I pull the racks out and I'm reeking them Gs

I pull the guap out and I'm singing them Gs

Like ba-da-ba-ba-ba singing to the cheese

Like biddy-bop-ba-bop singing to the cheese

Like Sosa Wonder I be with the keys

Call Me Sosa Ray Charles or Sosa R&B

Told yo bitch come here call me Sosa Scorpion

Call me Sosa Subzero I'm the man with the Big Glo

Call me Sosa Liu Kang I'm the man with the kicks on

Call me Sosa Budokai I'm the nigga with the Dragon Ball

Call me Sosa Yu Gi Oh I'm the nigga with the dragon card

Hopped on the road and let's go get that money

I pull up hopped out and I'm smoking on Chronic

Explain this to me boy how you allergic to money?

You can't be allergic to them 50s and 100s

I pull up hopped out and I'm reeking of weed

I pull the racks out and I'm reeking them Gs

I pull the guap out and I'm singing them Gs

Like ba-da-ba-ba-ba singing to the cheese

Pick One lyrics - Chief Keef

Remember posted on the block ready for the war

Running up in houses, straight kicking doors

Posted on the front right on Grenshaw

On Indiana toting big guns

When I come through, Hut! Attention

Niggas full of hate they full of tension

Come through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 guns

Dead or in jail nigga pick one

Your drawers got lint on it, talking money I been on ya

Don't make me up this fif on ya, give your ass a 51

I be smoking 91, you be smokin' 61

You don't even smoke that 87, you be smokin' that shitty stuff

I be smoking that 93, think I was born in 93

Ben Frank said he was having dinner, he called me and invited me

Cops got pictures of me selling dope, they call me and indicted me

I don't even like to talk but my money it like to speak

You got 15 for a V shit that's aight with me

But I gotta call you back 'cause your first price was beat

On the block it was me, white, pipes and weed

Let an opp pull up, I'ma get the strikey things

Remember posted on the block ready for the war

Running up a house and straight kick in door

Posted on the front right on Grenshaw

On Indian toting big guns

When I come through, Hut! Attention

Niggas full of hate they full of tension

Come through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 guns

Dead or in jail nigga pick one

Dead or in jail nigga pick one

Heaven or in hell a nigga in one

I don't play ball I cross the AND1

Shot the 3s, we street ballers, dunk a damn point

I'm rolling up Backwoods fuck your damn joint

I don't like them swishers they don't feel right

You feel like ballin', feel like stallin', what you feel like

I ain't can't get right, I'm Mr. Get Right

I'm riding with that missile I won't miss you, I'm gonna hit you

What's up to the bay, what's up South Central

What's up to L.A., I'm some Chiraq-ass nigga

I still be in my ways, I be totin' my pistol

Remember posted on the block ready for the war

Running up a house and straight kick in door

Posted on the front right on Grenshaw

On Indian toting big guns

When I come through, Hut! Attention

Niggas full of hate they full of tension

Come through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 guns

Dead or in jail nigga pick one

New School lyrics - Chief Keef

Do right, ay

Do right

Do right, ay

Do right

Bang, ay

Bang, bang

I fuck the bitch she doin' right

Bad boy, rude boy

Heavy money in my pants, boy, your money too light

One plus one equals two, yeah, you're right

Bitches come through and fuck me like it's it's two of I

Keep it cool, boy, you boy, one boy, two boy

One hundred-thousand dollar car, I can get two for it

Pull up onside of you laughing, I'ma jerk new boys

I fuck with all the old school rappers, I'm a new school boy

I'm smoking dope, you smoking on the fu, boy

I'm riding fours, rims look like four little boys

I'm smoking Os, I smoke out the Ps too, boy

I'm sweating like I got a fever, jewelry be the flu, boy

You should know, we don't fuck with new boys

I treat these niggas like the bottom of my shoes, boy

I want a boat but I bought a coupe, boy

And bought a four, so when I get tired of two, boy

I switch it over, hop up in my four door

I'm going dumb, more money I get bored more

Since I'm the captain of the ship, I tell your ho to board

Ay bitch, I'm the score, you better not be boring

I fuck the bitch she doin' right

Bad boy, rude boy

Heavy money in my pants, boy, your money too light

One plus one equals two, yeah, you're right

Bitches come through and fuck me like it's it's two of I

Keep it cool, boy, you boy, one boy, two boy

One hundred-thousand dollar car, I can get two for it

Pull up onside of you laughing, I'ma jerk new boys

I fuck with all the old school rappers, I'm a new school boy

She better top me right, she just got off two flights tonight

She want the pipe, but I heard that cool bite, I'm cool Ike

What you worried bout? Nike, just do it right

Bitch, I Glo, chandelier, Christmas lights, pool lights

I be flexin' so damn hard, I think I need two mics

I be doin' so damn much, I think I need two lives

Remember having fight nights, now I'm having food nights

I eat all the food, fuck a fool house, it's fool nights

Remember having pistol fights, now I'm having food fights

Now we having rack fights, now we having jewel fights

Now we having pool fights, you know mine better than yours right?

No need for no mansion fights 'cause I got my own, aight?

I fuck the bitch she doin' right

Bad boy, rude boy

Heavy money in my pants, boy, your money too light

One plus one equals two, yeah, you're right

Bitches come through and fuck me like it's it's two of I

Keep it cool, boy, you boy, one boy, two boy

One hundred-thousand dollar car, I can get two for it

Pull up onside of you laughing, I'ma jerk new boys

I fuck with all the old school rappers, I'm a new school boy

Facts lyrics - Chief Keef

I can be walking and still run this shit

I can be sitting and still stand this shit

I can be sleep and still plan this shit

You can be Debo, who's gonna get the hit

You can keep the roses bitch it's guns and dreads

You can keep the fire hoses, when this gun get you wet

I gotta bankroll and it got 100s in that

I don't got a opinion, I got 100s and facts, yeah

Aye little nigga where's the money

You thought I was a little dummy?

I got association with money

These niggas be super corny

These niggas be stupid lying

These niggas is super funny

I ain't gotta wait in line, the doorman was waiting for me

Told that bitch you wasting time

All that talking ain't saying nothing

"Aye Holmes why you got a 9?"

All that talk ain't spraying nothing

Bitch told me I blow her mind

She say she can't wait to touch me

But she's on another time

She say she can't wait to fuck me

I was riding down vine, going fast and sipping muddy

Sipping all this damn drank

I don't gotta piss or nothing

If you cannot fix your mouth my boys come through fix yo tummy

More Sosa, less Tony

You can come and meet my buddy

I'm riding with my buddy sipping muddy

Smoking stinky, bitches love me call my phone

Wanna fuck me, wanna touch me, wanna love me

Sosa ain't got time for lovey-dovey

I can be walking and still run this shit

I can be sitting and still stand this shit

I can be sleep and still plan this shit

You can be Debo, who's gonna get the hit

You can keep the roses bitch it's guns and dreads

You can keep the fire hoses, when this gun get you wet

I gotta bankroll and it got 100s in that

I don't got a opinion, I got 100s and facts, yeah

I got 100s and facts, 100s and Macs

100s and Tecs

I got 100s and 20s, 100s and 50s

I know that I got sauce but I don't eat spaghetti

Reese says I'm riding 'round with Ashley Spinelli

You like Pac up in Juice I be how Nas be in Belly

Got 15 for a show hell nah that's too petty

It's getting hot in here but I do not be with Nelly

I know I don't speak English bitch, all I speak is Fetty

I ain't never lackin' bitch all I be is ready

Yo bitch ain't tryna go she get that boot, call her Betty

I ain't finna call that bitch no Uber, call a taxi

The Police hate Chief Keef, I swear they just wanna snatch me

They ran up in my house grabbed me, swear I wasn't ready

But Chief Keef ain't police if I could then I would blast 'em

But the law won't let me judge gon' try and give me 50

I can be walking and still run this shit

I can be sitting and still stand this shit

I can be sleep and still plan this shit

You can be Debo, who's gonna get the hit

You can keep the roses bitch it's guns and dreads

You can keep the fire hoses, when it's gon' get you wet

I gotta bankroll and it got 100s in that

I don't got a opinion, I got 100s and facts, yeah

I Just Wanna lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Mac Miller)

[Mac Miller:]

(GGP)

These bitches want my money, I won't give it

These bitches is fronting, they just want your money

(Chopsquad)

Yeah, I see you bitches on the come up (I see ya)

I see these bitches on the come up (I see ya)

See these bitches on the come up

Always into something crazy

Uh-uh, don't care who you fucking lately

[Chief Keef:]

Damn baby, when I walked in the room I know you noticed it

Damn baby, I know you smell this loud when I start rolling it

Blowing it, all I wanna get money and smoke marijuana

All I wanna, smoke some weed and get some commas

I just wanna

I just wanna

I just wanna

I just wanna

Baby, I just wanna get cheese and smoke green with my guys

I'm on a green diet, I don't want no French fries

I just wanna get by, I just wanna get high

I just wanna get cake, I just wanna get pie

I just wanna live my life, I just wanna rock my ice

I just wanna fucking shine, I be glowing all the time

Smoking ganja, counting commas

Fucking thotties, I probably fucked yo momma

Rolling with my gunners, my gunners, they'll gun ya

If your dumb ass try running, then them bullets run for ya

'Cause I be minding my business, I love money and THC

Who the fuck just hopped out with that rock on? That's Keef Jay-Z

Me baby, all I know is eat baby, all I know is eat baby

All I know is top baby, all I know is freak baby

Now what you wanna? What you tryna do baby?

Say you coming through, who with you?

Okay cool baby, it's cool baby

It's me and my jewels and the crew baby, and the goo baby

You was talking nonsense, I was through baby

I hop in, then my car vroom, vroom baby, you crazy

Damn baby, when I walked in the room I know you noticed it

Damn baby, I know you smell this loud when I start rolling it

Blowing it, all I wanna get money and smoke marijuana

All I want to, smoke some weed and get some commas

I just wanna

I just wanna

I just wanna

I just wanna

Baby, I just wanna get cheese and smoke green with my guys

I'm on a green diet, I don't want no French fries

[Mac Miller:]

Yeah, it's just me, myself and money (All this money)

Don't need nothing else

I don't need nobody (Need nobody)

Don't even trust myself

Swear I need some fucking help

Doing drugs to numb myself

Rolling blunts and popping pills

That Molotov the bomb for real

I'm nodding off, unconscious

Wake up nauseous, goddamn alcoholic

Pulling ten grand out my wallet

Know they 'bout to judge me

I been sitting at the crib, I'm sick of counting money

Yeah, I'm bored of being rich as fuck, tried every single drug

It's not exciting anymore once that first million come

I got my business up, now I just don't give a fuck

[Chief Keef:]

I just wanna

I just wanna

I just wanna

I just wanna

I-I just wanna

I just wanna

I just wanna

I just wanna

[Mac Miller (Chief Keef):]

(I just wanna)

Get faded every day of my life

Getting laid every night, like

(I just wanna)

Sip liquor, I'm a sinner

Take a picture, remember tonight

(I just wanna) 'nother car

(I just wanna) A couple bars

I just wanna get faded, what's a man to the greatest?

I don't care who the fuck you are

I still ride around with

Every single motherfucking homie I been down with

It keep me grounded, smoking on the loudest

Neighbors telling us to turn it down

Shut your mouth, bitch

Shut your, shut your mouth, bitch

I just bought two houses

Just spent two years of your salary on this outfit

Ain't no way around it

On the phone with my accountant, hey

It feels good to be this wealthy and well rounded

We got you surrounded

[Chief Keef:]

Ganja, counting commas

Fucking thotties, I probably fucked your momma

Rolling with my gunners, my gunners, they'll gun ya

If your dumb ass try running, then them bullets run for ya

'Cause I-I-I-I-I just wanna

I just wanna

I just wanna

I just wanna

Yes lyrics - Chief Keef

Sosa, baby

Blood Gang, baby

Sit Gang, baby

Fifth Gang, baby

Get It Gang, baby

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Do I want to freak you? Yes

I got my heater, yes

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

I'm getting commas, yes

I'm riding foreigns, yes

I can fuck your mama, yes

It ain't nothing, mane

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Baby, do I love you? No, no, no, no, no

But where you tryna go, go, go, go, go?

Benihanas, Wokcanos, no, no, no, no

Girl, we gon' take it slow, slow, slow, slow, slow

Girl, my sex is like yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

I swear it's the best, best, best, best, best

Girl, it's gon' leave you stressed, stressed, stressed, stressed, stressed

When I hop up out that wet, wet, wet, wet, wet

You know how I'm rocking, tweet, beat, skeet then delete

She French kiss the D like oui, oui, oui, oui and the oui

At the restaurant, I eat, eat, eat, eat and I eat

When we get home, she eat, eat, eat, eat Chinese

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Do I want it freaky? Yes

I got my heater, yes

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

I'm getting commas, yes

I'm riding foreigns, yes

I can fuck your mama, yes

It ain't nothing, mane

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

I'm driving fast, she like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Baby, I don't drive slow, ow, ow, ow, ow

Don't care 'bout running from the po, wow, wow, po-po

Is you gon' ride? Is you gon' roll, wow, wow, wow, wow?

She like eating Wonton and she like to wine and dine

Baby, I ain't got the time, tried to tell it, I went blind

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Do I want it freaky? Yes

I got my heater, yes

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

I'm getting commas, yes

I'm riding foreigns, yes

I can fuck your mama, yes

It ain't nothing, mane

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Ain't Missing You lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Jenn Em)

[Chief Keef:]

Bang bang

Gang gang

Bang bang

Gang gang

Bang bang

[Jenn Em:]

I ain't missin' you at all

Since you've been gone away

I ain't missin' you

No matter what my friends say

[Chief Keef:]

I was sittin' at home, I was rollin' a blunt

I was thinkin' 'bout you been dead gone

Got a call from my boys like, "Your cousin is dead"

I was like, "He couldn't had his head on"

I be suited, I be booted, ready for anything

Give me the TECs then I'll hit home

I pull up, get that check, when I leave best believe

On the freeway I'm headin' home

I done partied, I done sipped Bacardi

Rollin' with Blood, we done crashed all the parties

We done rode Ferraris, rode Lamborghinis

Now only thing that I care about is breathing

Why I go hard, Blood be the reason

Wouldn't want me to quit even if I was bleedin'

Gotta take charge, every four seasons

Every month, every day and every weekend

[Jenn Em:]

I ain't missin' you at all

Since you've been gone away

I ain't missin' you

No matter what my friends say

[Chief Keef:]

I bet you remember posted on the block

All we knew was shots

We ain't really know about the guap

All we knew was Glocks

I remember when you called my phone tweakin'

You got your first deal, you was geekin'

Remember when I got my first deal, I hit you on the phone

Like for now I am Chief Sosa Yeezus

You was like, "Nah, you're Almighty"

Almighty don't like nobody

Shootin' .40 cals, now we gettin' 40

Bands for a show and we stay 'til the morning

God chose us, and gave it up

Dead or alive, niggas still hatin' us

It's the end of the quarter, I'm a rock with sticky D

I'ma pass the pall to you and you can hang it up

[Jenn Em:]

I ain't missin' you at all

Since you've been gone away

I ain't missin' you

No matter what my friends say

[Chief Keef:]

No matter what I might say

No matter what you might say

No matter what I say

No matter what your friends say

No matter what our friends say

No matter what, what I say

No matter what, what I say

Just know this, I miss you Big Glo

Million$ lyrics - Chief Keef

G-L-O G-A-N-G you know how we be

We be going wee

G-G-L-O you know we

Smokin' weed, I count cheese

Came through with that cash and that swag

Fuck a bag, put the racks in my pants

I went in Saks, spent a sack 'cause I get it right back

Fucked your bitch, gave her back 'cause I get it like that

Catch you with the hammer, I don't dance

You want beef? I'ma turn you into a tranny

I don't wanna fuck your bitch, she want romance

I wanna fuck, don't wanna dance

I got a million in my pants now

I don't use no rubber bands now

Big bank take little bank, stand down

'Fore I pull the racks up out my pants now

I pulled up, million dollar cash down

'Cause I got that sack now

All I talk is racks, all I talk is cash now

You not flexin', sit your ass down

What is you, a class clown?

Only language that I speak is million dollars cash down

Million dollars, million dollars, million dollars

Million dollars, million dollars, million dollars

Pulled up, trunk bangin', car swangin', now we gangin', war gangin'

Excuse me, I mean that we're gangin'

You want me in your club, you gon' have to let the gang in

Look here, I'm very well respected in the streets

Hop out my Emmy, and my wrist we got a P

I smoke dope, you be smokin' wack reefer

All the loud I smoke you think I spent a million on this weed

Told that bitch you had to go it's time to eat

She thought she was T'd, but she weak

When I say "T" that mean too turned, that's how I be

You want a show, you better million dollar me

I pulled up, million dollar cash down

'Cause I got that sack now

All I talk is racks, all I talk is cash now

You not flexin', sit your ass down

What is you, a class clown?

Only language that I speak is million dollars cash down

Million dollars, million dollars, million dollars

Million dollars, million dollars, million dollars

Go Harder lyrics - Chief Keef

Ay, Chief Sosa back

Ya know I go harder man

Like my father man

Bitch, I go harder (ay ay), bitch, I go harder (Bang bang bang)

Bitch, I go harder (Bang bang), bitch, I go harder (Bang bang)

Bitch, I go harder (Bang bang), bitch, I go harder (Bang bang bang)

Bitch, I go harder (Bang bang), bitch, I go harder (Bang bang)

We be goin' hard (Bang), hard (Bang), hard (Bang)

Hard (Bang), hard (Bang), hard (Bang), hard (Bang)

We be goin' hard (Bang), hard (Bang), hard (Bang)

Hard (Bang), hard (Bang), hard (Bang), hard (Bang)

We be goin' hard

I be at yo front door for my money, waiting on it (Knock knock)

I go hard for the cash, you can go debate on it (Hah hah)

When I get some new cash what I do lay on it (Yeah yeah)

When I get some new cash, I let my daughter play on it (My daughter, ay)

When I get some new guns, know I gotta beat 'em (Bang bang, ay)

Got he subpoena playing with the nina just like it was Tina (Gang gang, ay)

You can go and act dumb (Uh) 'til I up the heater (Bang bang)

I'ma beat him (Bang bang), I'ma beat him just like his father treat him (Gang gang)

Jet Li, I am the one (Yeah), the one with the gun (Bang bang), the one with the bitches (The thots)

The one with the money (The gang gang), the one with the cars (Yeah)

The one with the plug (Gang gang), the one with the pills (ay), the drink, all the drugs (Bang bang, ay)

Bitch, I go harder (ay), bitch, I go harder (ay)

Bitch, I go harder (ay), bitch, I go harder (ay)

Bitch, I go harder (ay), bitch, I go harder (Bang bang)

Bitch, I go harder (Bang bang), bitch, I go harder (Bang bang)

We be goin' hard (Bang), hard (Bang), hard (Bang)

Hard (Bang), hard (Bang), hard (Bang), hard (Bang)

We be goin' hard (Bang), hard (Bang), hard (Bang)

Hard (Bang), hard (Bang), hard (Bang), hard (Bang)

We be goin' hard

Goin' hard (Huh), goin' hard (Goin' hard), go hard or go home (Go home)

Get up in ya car (Skudusku) take a spin, little bitch (Dududuh)

Disappear, little bitch (Hoho), don't come back here, little bitch (Uh uh)

You ain't giving up shit (Uh uh)

Remember pulling up on St. Lawrence (Skrrrt)

Them bullets fixing niggas, Dr. Carter (Bang bang, bang bang, ay)

Remember walking up on St. Lawrence (Skrrrrt)

Y'all gon' go to send shots but we gon' send 'em harder (Bang bang)

Bitch, we go hard, hard (Hard), hard (Hard), hard (Hard), hard (Hard), fuck all the fraud (Fuck all the fraud)

We don't need no guards (Nah), guards (Nah), guards (Nah), guards (Nah), guards (Nah)

We don't need no motherfuckin' bodyguards, ay (We don't need no bodyguard)

Bitch, I go harder (ay), bitch, I go harder (ay)

Bitch, I go harder (ay), bitch, I go harder (ay)

Bitch, I go harder (ay), bitch, I go harder (ay)

Bitch, I go harder (ay), bitch, I go harder (Hard)

We be goin' hard (Bang), hard (Bang), hard (Bang)

Hard (Bang), hard (Bang), hard (Bang), hard (Bang bang)

We be goin' hard (Bang), hard (Bang), hard (Bang)

Hard (Bang), hard (Bang), hard (Bang), hard (Bang)

We be goin' hard (Bang bang)

Green Light lyrics - Chief Keef

Green light, green light, green light, green light, green light

(GGP, it's in the game)

Girl, you know I get that yellow light, yeah, that slow money

Yellow bitch, bright white snow bunny

Bang

(Sosa on the beat)

Bang, bang

Green light, green light

I mixed it up, at first, it was clean Sprite

Yeah, I get that green light, go money

Girl, you know I get that yellow light, yeah, that slow money

Yeah, I get that green light, green light

I get stop sign money, kill you 'bout my money

Green light, green light, green light

Yeah, I get that green light money

I was ridin' with my beam

Going fast, I done spilled the lean

Syrup like some Redbull, I think I got wings

Then I pop a flat, bitch this coffee got the cream

I pull up on yo block everybody wanna greet

I hop up out the car, everybody want to meet Chief Keef

But do you got the cheese, do you got the fees

Knock you out, sting like a bumblebee

Mike Tyson (Bang! Bang!)

Countin' on this white man

His bitch gave me head and I liked it, Katy Perry

Got milk?, bitch I'm a dairy

You be telling tales, you's a fairy

Green light, green light

I mixed it up, at first, it was clean Sprite

Yeah, I get that green light, go money

Girl, you know I get that yellow light, yeah, that slow money

Yeah, I get that green light, green light

I get stop sign money, kill you 'bout my money

Green light, green light, green light

Yeah, I get that green light money

All I talk is money, ugh I'm Master P

Bad bitches on me, ugh you after me

Dope got me coughin', ugh it's nasty

'Cause you ain't getting money

Whoa, you mad at me

When the money call gone (Let's get it)

At the yellow light I never go slow (Let's get it)

At the red light I run fuck the pos (Let's get it)

Yeah you damn right, I don't care if they pull me over

I hit the club fuck the line, bitch I'm Chief Diddy

Black hawks pride, got the Chiefs with me

Boy you you know these hoes ain't loyal, think I got CB with me

I be eatin' all day, I got my teeth with me

Green light, green light

I mixed it up, at first, it was clean Sprite

Yeah, I get that green light, go money

Girl, you know I get that yellow light, yeah, that slow money

Yeah, I get that green light, green light

I get stop sign money, kill you 'bout my money

Green light, green light, green light

Yeah, I get that green light money

mixtape: The Leek, Vol. 2 (2015)

• Rider
• Morgan Tracy
• Love No Thotties
• Killer
• April Fools
• Macaroni Time
• I Ain't Done Turnin' Up
• First Day Out
• Doctor
• No Hook Gang
• Three Zero Zero
• Michelin
• Emojis
• Psych Ward
• Now It's Over