Black Ops lyrics - Chief Keef

I keep that hot shit like a Tea pot

OG stuffed in a cookie jar

Pull up, boy you better have the guap

I'm a doctor, give ya pussy ass a shot

While you was on a hill, I was somewhere in the field

Now I'm working towards a billion, and I'm living in the hills

Tucked in my drawls, bitch I got the Tommy Hil-

-figer if it sizzle's, it's a scary site, ew

Pussy you be talking 'bout a bunch of nonsense

Money all up on my conscience

Latex, we can get it poppin'

Led Zeppelin, and you know how I'm rocking'

Riding with the mop, going up like a stock

What's up in my pocket? It's a motherfucking knot

Pull that bitch out make it rain on a thot

My pistol got a dick, make it piss on a opp

10, 20, 30, bullets flying like birdy

I'm a Chiraq warrior, and I'm balling like I'm Curry

If you looking for Chief Sosa, I'm where? Eating curry

Yous eating on that bitch, she was sucking me early

Choppa click clack, dududu, make him twirl

Keep talking all that shit, now he screaming like a girl

I do this shit for blood that's my boolin' side

When I start cappin, that's my coolin' side

Damn Sosa how you get the tool inside?

I own this motherfucker and I do as I does

Bullets eat his skin, bitch food his ass

Fly shit, Peacoat got my tool inside

Runnin' from the cops, dodging hole pots

When it comes to guap, get a whole lot

When it comes to opps, get a toe tag

Fuck nigga thought I wasn't on that

I keep that hot shit like a tea pot

OG stuffed in a cookie jar

Pull up, boy you better have the guap

I'm a doctor, give ya pussy ass a shot

While you was on a hill, I was somewhere in the field

Now I'm working towards a billion, and I'm living in the hills

Tucked in my drawls, bitch I got the Tommy Hil-

Figer if it sizzle's, it's a scary site, ew

Pussy you be talking 'bout a bunch of nonsense

Money all up on my conscience

Latex, we can get it poppin'

Led Zeppelin, and you know how I'm rocking'

Riding with the mop, going up like a stock

What's up in my pocket? It's a motherfucking knot

Pull that bitch out make it rain on a thot

My pistol got a dick, make it piss on a opp

I'm digital, like Sonny nigga

Do something, go and get some money nigga

'Fore I hit ya ass with the Tommy nigga

I ain't Winnie the Pooh, this ain't honey nigga

Act like you want smoke, you funny

Doing walk up with the pistols, you running

I talk all this shit, 'cause I can back it up

No 'tivis bitch, I'm acting up

Who the fuck you is, Bernie Mac it up

Like Kash Doll, bitch I'm accurate

Hop in my car, and I rev it up

RIP to the damn competitors

Bitch I'm a predator

Had a meeting at 10, went at 11 something

Don't be up in the lane when I'm bowling guns

Fuck nigga better not blow ya nose or nun

I keep that hot shit like a tea pot

OG stuffed in a cookie jar

Pull up, boy you better have the guap

I'm a doctor, give ya pussy ass a shot

While you was on a hill, I was somewhere in the field

Now I'm working towards a billion, and I'm living in the hills

Tucked in my drawls, bitch I got the Tommy Hil-

Figer if it sizzle's, it's a scary site, ew

Pussy you be talking 'bout a bunch of nonsense

Money all up on my conscience

Latex, we can get it poppin'

Led Zeppelin, and you know how I'm rocking'

Riding with the mop, going up like a stock

What's up in my pocket? It's a motherfucking knot

Pull that bitch out make it rain on a thot

My pistol got a dick, make it piss on a opp

Law & Order lyrics - Chief Keef

Get in the car, hittin' the dope, gettin' the coat, aye, little nigga, hit the floor

I'm smokin' dope, movin' slow, or movin' fast, man I don't really know

Got a hard head, gettin' the Glock, 30 shots, lumberjacks, split it open

Get your thot, she is hot, she will not—not stop feelin' on me

Ridin' 'round us, it's goin' down, it's goin' up, these fuck niggas know what's up

It's goin' 'round it's goin' out, it's goin' in, goin' in to finish up

The bands is up, money's up, bitch is up, nigga put your feelings up

This Dillinger hit ya up, up and down, cylinder

Bitch came in my mansion, she trippin', she in my pantry

I see why she got cavities, she say she want some candy

I got dozens of eggs, that's got dozens of yolk, you hear me

Come through like it's Halloween, sendin' eggs all down your chimney

I thought it was Christmas, got your mistress wrapped up

You think that I'm kiddin'? Round of applause, get clapped up

Like I want the roll so bad, get on the spot and not act up

Sosa tsunami jump out on your block now it's cracked up

You's a candle, I'm a lamp

Where's the cane? I'm a pimp

Where's the space? I'm claustrophobic

Move out the lane 'cause I am bowlin'

Dribble dribble, I am ballin'

Shitty nigga, he's a staller

Doggystyle, she bendin' over

She let me fuck and I didn't even know her

Smokin' big ass blunts the size of my fist

Start runnin', but I have your keys

Start drivin', better have your gas

Start eatin', better have your teeth

80-inch TV fell on me, I think I got the devil on me

But I got the lord on me, fuck these niggas that's bloodin' on me

When you see me on your TV speek

Every time they see Keef he eatin'

I treat the hood of my car, like a seat

I treat your hood and your block like the sea

You think that you's a shark, but you's a goldfish

Boy your ass a parrot, get your nose hit

I'm somethin' like pour some water on a wall switch

You think I got halitosis how I talk shit

You would think I ain't got no car how I'm walkin'

This dog got me livin', I should bark it

Get yourself in order and I'm on my law shit

You get it? Law & Order investigatin' niggas that talk shit

Who Dat lyrics - Chief Keef

I'm the type of nigga 100 shots in the Glock

You the type of nigga get smacked by a thot

I'm getting all this cash, I remember selling crack

Now I got the money, now I got the sack

I can buy your building nigga, I can buy your sack

Since I don't ride no Lexus, I pull up in a Lexus

Shooting at you niggas and them bullets sound like Nexus

I don't stop for niggas, I'm too busy passing

Why they keep saying bang? I don't even know

That's that old Sosa, Bang 3 a hoe

I'll leave a hoe, before I beat a hoe

Pull up so fast 'cause I'm illegal, hoe

Smoking on this Tooka, blowing this shit like a fan

Go head and unplug the system and I ain't done playing

If you can't comprehend, this chopper make you understand

Just like the Bezel Boys, stacks in rubber bands

Stop that sneak dissing boy, your pussy ass a fan

Treat you like a brick, and wrap you in Saran

She say she wanna fuck, I can't, she let me know you can

Pull up in a van, leave a nigga Kenn

That mean you can't see, bullets dunk on you, KD

I give a bitch a fix, call me Doctor KC

What's up in this, Otto? Is Jojo in KC?

I mean KC in Jojo 'cause this bitch play crazy

Getting all this money, got my heart in this shit

That bitch is a thot, you put your heart in the bitch

Soowoo rap, I put my car in this shit

Crip rap bitch, got the cuz in this bitch

Fill em up with slugs just because of this shit

I'ma nasty ass nigga, wanna nut on a bitch

Bitch I'm so contagious, I can't hug on a bitch

Treat your face like a table and put cups on your shit

I got silencer, I'm not a damn lick

I got dogs but I'm not a damn vet

Get a hammer and a nail and come and hit you in your shit

Should've got all platinum jewelry 'cause this shit looks piss

Tell her to hop off while your bitch on my cock

She say her man a fan, get that man off my car

'Fore I tie your ass up and hold you for some money

I know he ain't got it, I was doing it for fun

I'm smoking hella blunts and got court next month

I'ma hit GNC, Detox, yes sir

I'm just having fun 'cause I got it out the mud

But I still squeeze the gun, nigga tryna run

Paper plate the nigga, lay these bullets right on 'em

Shooting shots for days, got the semi right on 'em

Set the alarm in this bitch, hope the police coming

I'ma be gone when they get here, they don't own me nothing

I gave your ass a pass when I saw you and your niece

20-year-old little sister, I'ma fuck the bitch for free

Bang bang your way, you'll be ducking shells for free

When I wake up and go to sleep, the only time I'm on my knees

Chopping up the trey, that really mean peace

Getting placements with these shells, like a nigga shopping beats

Screamin' out this Gucci time, like the nigga Swizz Beatz

Smack the bitch 'cause she ain't call me So, this dumb hoe called me Keefie

She called 100 times but I didn't answer

This bitch ain't shit but a freaky pink panther

Cuz say this shit right here is gon' go crazy

He talking out his neck, hit 'em in his Adam, no Stacy

You pussy boy, go and play some little hopscotch

Hydraulics on the Glock on your block, haha

The silencer go pew pew pew pew, regular shot, grrah

Hear the cops, the car go skrr skrr skrr skrr, won't get caught tonight

Two thousand dollar plane ticket, gotta catch a flight

Like I'm a 6 and you a 1, aye, send a nigga kite

Rocking all my ice and I'm pouring up the pints

What I am I'll never be, bitch I'm throwing up the gates

Bang

Obama lyrics - Chief Keef

Fuck you lookin at aye! You think I'm fucking crazy aye! The fuck! You know what I'm sayin'. Sosa's on the motherfucking beat now! Fucking with the fucking I8 driving through the fucking streets. Just tryna carry my fucking shit down the motherfucking ship! You know what I'm sayin'. Don't be fucking callin' your homeboys. I'm just one fucking gangster against all you motherfuckers! Come on! The fuck is up? You know what I'm sayin'. T up motherfucker! Step ya fucking game up!

Sosa since you got this money, you disappear

That how you feel

In the motherfucking hood, its ain't how you steal, it's how you kill

Now I'm rich bitch, it ain't how you feel, it's how you live

And I'm on some big shit, it ain't what you was, it's how you is

When I come have your 3D glasses in, and have your ears

Before my son grow older, I'ma tell ya hide ya kids

I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame it up and now you're dizzy

Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up and he said "Really?"

On some street shit, come and get you in a Hemi

On some rich shit, pick you up in a Bentley

I'm riding stock paint, and my shit still look like candy

All these tools on me, man I look like Handy Manny

Nigga I'm an astronaut, Nigga you's a Sandy

You ain't never jump out the water, you use to swimming

That mean you never jumped out the porch, no types of sports

I got my own shit, I don't need no type of source

Me and guap, we be kicking it in all types of sorts

Hit the Louis store, and I buy all types of shorts

Don't let me in the NBA, we knock it off the shore

Bump me my motherfucking pistol, knock you off the court

Sosa since you got this money, you disappear

That how you feel

In the motherfucking hood, its ain't how you steal, it's how you kill

Now I'm rich bitch, it ain't how you feel, it's how you live

And I'm on some big shit, it ain't what you was, it's how you is

When I come have your 3D glasses in, and have your ears

Before my son grow older, I'ma tell ya hide ya kids

I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame it up and now you're dizzy

Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up and he said "Really?"

On some country shit, I pick you up in a dump

Police in my trunk, what the fuck they trying find?

When they pull me over, they say I smell like a pound

I say I'm always going up, I'm never Gloing down

Twitter this, Twitter that, I'm going Slim Dunk

Pull up on ya block, what's in my gun make ya run

This balling shit be fun, but shooting pistols funner

I get the money later, I got shooting pistols hunger

And when I'm done sparking, roll up and I forgot

Sosa you can't have this snub in the club, I ain't retarded

I do everything without giving fucks, I nonchalant it

Sosa, what the goals you want in life? I want the money

Sosa, what type of weed you smoke? I want the onions

Sosa, what type of chips you like? I want the Funyuns

I'm riding low in cold water or I'm riding around

Came with my cannon, can't win, don't try it

Sosa since you got this money, you disappear

That how you feel

In the motherfucking hood, its ain't how you steal, it's how you kill

Now I'm rich bitch, it ain't how you feel, it's how you live

And I'm on some big shit, it ain't what you was, it's how you is

When I come have your 3D glasses in, and have your ears

Before my son grow older, I'ma tell ya hide ya kids

I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame it up and now you're dizzy

Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up and he said "Really?"

Flattered lyrics - Chief Keef

Aye, aye

[?] with those lights man

Bang, bang, bang

Twenty of them things

Bring those racks up

I made racks for all them things

Yeah ain't no more Act' man

It's some PTs and bricks, ain't no more Act'

We cashing out man

Glock shells

You know how we coming

Chief So the most anticipated trapper

Why you always shittin'? I'm a crapper

Fishy ass niggas, ya'll some crappers

Had to smack the bitch head 'cause she's a grabber

Chief Sosa the most underrated rapper

I'm laughin' to the bank, I'm a laugher

Me and Ben had conversations full of laughter

You got five million dollars for me then I'm flattered

Walked up in the court, I'm reekin'

Yeah I'm reekin' now I'm blinging

Smell like a pound of skunk, you smell like a pound of peaches

I remember trappin', ridin' 'round in the Regal

Now I pull up in that i8, look like some Adidas

Stripes on my shit so you know you can't beat me

Fredo in the cut like the sore on my fuckin' knee and

Ridin' fast while I'm eatin', my car look like neon

You know I got D-Money, I'm flexin' like I'm Deion

Your weed stepped on, guess what? My shit peed on

I'm hot up in this bitch, someone get some fuckin' Freon

For my air conditionin', it feel like I cut the heat on

You wake up turn your swags on, I wake up turn my heat on

You a lame ass duck nigga, nigga you a peon

I'm coolin' at Leon's my independent kingdom

I pulled up to Harold's, eight piece with some lemon

Pepper on my shit, R. Kelly TP3 on

Chief So the most anticipated trapper

Why you always shittin'? I'm a crapper

Fishy ass niggas, ya'll some crabbers

Had to smack the bitch head 'cause she's a grabber

Chief Sosa the most underrated rapper

I'm laughin' to the bank, I'm a laugher

Me and Ben had conversations full of laughter

You got five million dollars for me then I'm flattered

Everybody loves Raymond don't they

These hoes'll eat my babies, won't they

Hundred shots for eighty homies

But I'm so well gettin' money

Wanna go and get some cheese

Hurry up, I'm really hungry

Try me we can bill your homies

Knock 'em down, rebuild your homies

Oh, damn, come

Burglary, we steal your homies

Oh, damn, whore

Potato shit, we peel your homie

My homies come and kill your homies

I'm paralyzed don't feel your homie

Damn, vroom

Pull up then four wheel your homie

All these niggas really phony

I got bread, I keep it long

Slice you like a pizza homie

Clear diamonds, Fiji on me

Boy don't go Luigi on me

Don't get caught what's in my tummy

Hi-Tech what's in my tummy

Bronx tale, nigga you know I keep it sunny, he keeps glo'n

Coffee cake, nigga I got fajita on me

I'm gone Reese's Pieces on you

Where your heater? Keep it on you

Only time you going bald is at the barber shop like Eva's [?]

Chief So the most anticipated trapper

Why you always shittin'? I'm a crapper

Fishy ass niggas, ya'll some crappers

Had to smack the bitch head 'cause she's a grabber

See Sosa the most underrated rapper

I'm laughin' to the bank, I'm a laugher

Me and Ben had conversations full of laughter

You got five million dollars for me then I'm flattered

Gettin Wild lyrics - Chief Keef

This shit sound like the old 'wop

Just because of that I went and got a old drop

When ya come in the trap, keep that door locked

Dicks run up in here and you taking all the jobs

I ain't getting her no Uber, bitch pay for a cab

Yea, that old Sosa gone bitch it's then and now

He ain't outside, then we gon' spin around

I pop a flat pill and I'm getting wild

I'm [?] come through with the TEC and the mac

Knock ya head off fuck ya cat-in-the-hat

Rolling i8, got a mac in the back

30 on my hip and a accurate that

Don't got waste your money on a vest

4 come through and they blast at your neck

Where poonany, took a shower in that

I'm 'a be done in about an hour with that

Damn chief Sosa look at your wrist at your wrist

Got a fucking 50 cal with that

Shooting out a old ford truck

Come through Eddy Bauer with that

You see my chain got a hour with that

Tryna take my chicken no Malcolm with that

Hot sauce come with this shit nigga

Hit your ass very loud in the back

She suck me so good she wetting up the seats

Luckily I got a towel in the back

Fuck nigga don't you worry about me

Worry about where I'm 'a blast you at

Sound like a little ra-rat with the mac

Always on the move, always got a strap

In the stu, I'm just trapping

Look at me, I'm just capping

This shit sound like the old 'wop

Just because of that I went and got a old drop

When ya come in the trap, keep that door locked

Dicks run up in here and you taking all the jobs

I ain't getting her no Uber, bitch pay for a cab

Yea, that old Sosa gone bitch it's then and now

He ain't outside, then we gon' spin around

I pop a flat pill and I'm getting wild

I got a million baby mamas, all these niggas be my sons

Got a Steve Nash shot, like I'm with the phoenix suns

Treat your block like the bank, go get me my funds

Got that Vanessa and Angela bitch call me Sosa run

You'll pull up on me, money make you come

You still gon' suck my dick and you still ain't getting none

You say that you don't no, money make you dumb!

You talking out the side of your neck, they're gon' find your loved ones

Got dick for the low

Slang it on the road

I just bought a coat

I just want a boat

Got shots for the high

I give em out the hole

Niggas unofficial, got the whistle I'm 'a blow

I'm smoking on the skunky

Joko why so funky

I can't leave this shit alone, I think that I'm a junky

I got that horse power, like I be playing rugby

I'm a boss I can be nobody she still gon' fuck me

Nigga get your issue

My trigger finger itching

K chop off your ear nigga I told you to listen

You act like you couldn't hear me now you really cannot hear me

Choppa same size omelly

I think he from Phillie

This shit sound like the old 'wop

Just because of that I went and got a old drop

When ya come in the trap, keep that door locked

Dicks run up in here and you taking all the jobs

I ain't getting her no Uber, bitch pay for a cab

Yea, that old Sosa gone bitch it's then and now

He ain't outside, then we gon' spin around

I pop a flat pill and I'm getting wild

Get Your Mind Right lyrics - Chief Keef

It's not a trick question, yeah I'm smoking dope

Walk through the door, get your camera phones

Come through, mechanic shit, get your hammers on

If you want a peace treat, call my cellular phone

It's not a trick question, I don't fuck with opps

I don't rock with cops, I send a bunch of shots

Some cops be cool because they give me passes

Doing 110 in my car, they like "This nigga savage"

I got the Glock, Tony, Sosa I'm Sammy

I'ma dog and a lion bitch, I ain't Bambi

Catch the bag like Randy, long as this money in it

She told me that her pussy tight, I fit my Johnny it

Fuck that bitch then I'm dipping, yeah I'm really pimping

I'ma Kobe Bryant, you's a Scottie Pippen

I got my semi in it, the club in Philly with it

Then I leave Philly with a bunch of silly bitches

Tricks are for kids, you need a Doctor Kid

'Cause when I'm done stitching your ass, don't let your mama see it

In my 4K-TV house, it's a bunch of shit

Come in here tryna hit a lick, commercial get a bunch of beats

I'm cooling with the stars in the sky

Don't be fucking with my dogs 'cause they bite

I hop out looking like some raw in the pipe

Like it's Memorials Day, got on all white

I had a dream like Doctor King

What can you bring to the table? I got lots of things

I got Tommies, I got mobster things

Come through like a janitor, we moping things

Forensics come check it out, come in here won't make it out

Like new clothes, I lay it out, boy fuck around, get aired out

You play the shit off, I play it out

You mumble the shit, nigga say it out

Shoot your ass like a little mud dog

What the fuck you eating, nigga? Spit it out

Pull up in a Hummer, looking for some mamas

Know I ain't gon' fuck her, 'cause he looks like his mother

His baby mama cumming, cumming on my Johnson

'Cause I be doing numbers, 'cause I be getting money

It's not a trick question, what you a magician?

I treat your block like a classroom, I'm subbing it

Put your face on some rims, bitch I'm dubbing it

Told you my pistol was celibate, don't fuck with it

I'm like a husky, you're like a puppy

I'm sipping muddy all day and night, I'm Kid Cudi

She got a buddy, and she tryna fuck me

Take that baby home with his pacifier then suck me

I got a blue pipe, it glow like blue lights

Make your face camouflage, you got troops, right?

This dope I'm smoking on, it smoke like [?], right?

You get it, that's a dope line in Chicago, all white

Got a bitch named Moussi, she give me coochie

This that Gucci, no this ain't no Coogi

Free Gucci, get hit with the Uzi

Free T-Slick, he come through with the toolie

Push your hairline, barber shop

I got a Jordan shot, you shoot like Chris Bosh

I was smoking, I was leaning, leaning hard

I be leaning like I'm standing on the balcony

Bang

Chicago Zoo lyrics - Chief Keef

Bang!

I got apes in my crib like the Chicago Zoo

Ya'll sneak a shot in, do what ya'll gone do

'Cause once we hear some shots we blow an Uzi with the 2s

Fat ass .223 chopper, his kufi was shooting

Was in my backyard, a long beach just like Snoop

I can't count all this money, 3-2-3, 2-3-2

I was selling snails while you niggas was in school

Say hello to my little friend, he gone reply what it do

I got lions, tigers, bears, jaguars, panthers, sheeps, and goose

Hyenas and monkeys, monkey nuts up on my tool

I got giraffes and elephants, you know what's in my room

I got camels and baboons, they gone get the tool

I got 30 shots in my trap like I'm on the block

My trap on their heels, Jack and Jill get knocked

Down to the ground, niggas stumblin' a lot

Got my chopper in the jungle, they be rumblin' a lot

When you play my shit they start a riot

Start a fight, we start a fire

Nina don't remember clownin, hop in my Audi, I'm outie

Spendin' money like a Saudi

In the Valley out in Cali

No LA fitness, make you lose weight, bitch Bali

On my dick, she lick it, she remind me of a mistress

On my dick stay gettin' it, you will think I killed it

Call me Weezy baby, car ain't got no ceilings

The AR-15 start dancin' 'cause ya'll got no bang

I'm coolin' in the water with the stingrays and sharks

You think you are tequila these the shots on the rocks

Rollin in that Nascar, pull up, hit the pitstop

Bad bitch head high, now I'm gettin' neck top

Run up in your party bitch, we rockin' it

Police can't come through the door, 'cause I'm lockin' it

Unless they got a warrant, they just talkin' shit

Fed house still doors why ya'll talk this shit?

You tryna catch a nigga slippin'

Crusin' in a rental

Make your bitch forget her business

Like amnesia was the issue

Bitch don't look at me when you sneeze

'Cause I probably ain't got the tissue

Nigga lookin' at me like it's sweet

Like I ain't got the pistol

I do this bitch like the swat, nigga clear the spot

You don't hear the shots, you need a cotton swab

When the doctor bring your bitch ass back

We come through pop his ass

Start runnin' from the cops

Crossover, rocked his ass

I'm coolin' in the 60's up in Slauson

And a broker in New York 'cause I'm a baller

This ho gave me her number like I'm gone call her

She was standin' up high but now she's fallin'

I see you lookin' with your lookin' ass nigga

You can't act like you ain't hate, you mad nigga

You's a ratatouille, you's a rat nigga

I get blue cheese, I'm a black nigga

I hit Saks and fucked up a sack

Came out lookin' cool

When I say okay Kool-Aid it really mean okay cool

I know you smell me

I'm bringing like, I'm ridin' 'round with food

It's that loud pack, where the dog at? I got Snoop

You can see the aftermath man, not done bustin' tools

Nigga, you's a bunny rabbit, Slim Shady, what it do?

My money superstitious see it comin' out the room

While they hate justify belief in supernatural coupes

Early Morning Getting It lyrics - Early Morning Getting It

Early morning

Early morning (commission it)

Early morning getting it

In the fucking kitchen

(It's holiday season bitch)

Early morning getting it

Riding with the semi

Choppa touch your face

Make you look like stitches

Fonem got the pigeons (the pigeons)

Flying through my kitchen (through my kitchen )

We come through with ravens

They die when we get them (when we get them )

Get up nigga don't sit down (don't sit down)

I just fucked your bitch (your bitch)

The category of stable (stable)

Now I ain't there

I got monkey nuts

And I got help

The jailhouse rock

Base it up

Presley Elvis

Early morning coke

Early morning pole

You early morning broke

I smoke early morning dope

I got early morning seats

Have a early morning feast

I got late night ounces and

Early morning piece

Hopped in my car and turn it off 'cause I need a massage

All the pussy ass niggas I'm a need a collage

I count my rolls sticking near my nose

Right now motherfucking tired

And all I smalls everything besides my clothes gotta be a motherfucking law

Early morning Pole [?]

Fonem bring the dope [?]

I keep early morning phone calls

Early morning corn balls

How about the dough

Then they like he's snorting ya'll

I think that I'm covered

Only thing I know is ball

Think I'm Tiger Woods

All the things I know is golf

I think I'm a rhino

Only thing I know is throw

Put me in a top 10 quarterbacks of all time

I got me a salt of chopper

I got a me sharp knife

I got me some dumb bitches

I got me some smart ones too

Pistol nine eleven

Knock your homey down he follow you

You said you ain't with this shit like I spill drink it's all on you

Like Snell challenge Jordan to a game, don't make me ball on you

Take an early morning pistol too

Where 's my spine, I feeling you

You feel my cousin I'm billing you

Hilary [?]

Early morning capping

And early morning traffic

Late night 22-3

Early morning MAG10

Of early morning juice

I got early morning booze

I got late night rooms and early morning rooms

Like game play, I need early morning assists

And since I'm a asshole I take early morning shits

I got early morning lights

Late night lights

Like a baker who can't bake. Boy your cake not right

When you go pick up Vanessa [?]

And I grabbed Ronda

She was too busy singing

She want me to sign her

Like the horses

I got farmers

Now go set your reminder

Man run a errand, I got one in the fire

I swear this k

Shoot like it's Kobe

I swear this de-e shoot like Ginobilli

I got the 30, Stephen Curry

I'm here for teaching

He here for learning

I'm Da Man lyrics - Chief Keef

Hey

Hey (I'm da man)

Hey (I'm da man)

I'm da man

I'm da man

I'm da man

I'm da man

I'm da man

Rubber band man, I'm the son of Sam

We want you, come on down

Call us dear hunters, 'cause we buck wild

I got weed up in the basement, money on the couch

Get a new fan, got a new heater

Two hundred thousand dollar cars with a two-seater

Pull up grab some more money and a 2 liter

And I'm so fucking hot, that I ain't cool people

Old money, new shirt

Little limp in my step like my shoe hurt

Eating all this green, abscess, now my tooth hurt

Use a little [?], you's a bluebird

Climbing on the wall just like a Spider-Man

I'm here to fix the pipes, with my pipe in hand

I am here to fix the stoves, with my wrench in hand

I count blessings just like how I count dividends

New money, new weed

New shoes shit costs me 2 Gs

New cologne, thousand a squirt

You can't get no connection, cellular service

Gonna get that cash, you'll ride around

And it's pouring down, Thanksgiving going ham

Sipping all this fuckin' slow motion, you can slow it down

Pull up on you like we heard complaints, a nigga lower it down

Pussy you'll know if you seen a fly you won't blow it down

It's my weight heavy pick your ass up and I'll throw you down

I got new money and you's a new you

You so fool fool

And I smoke two two!

So fufu

I smoke Tutu!

X lyrics - Chief Keef

Young Chop on the beat

Yeah, yeah, word

Sremm, Swae

Ear Drummers

My chopper hit the folks

Like he came with Meechie

My chopper stomp a bitch

I think he came with Reese

Pull up on your bitch like she begging

Think she's pleased to meet me

This FN watch it skip, scratch it like a CD

For my ex bitch, for my old partners

Finger fuck my new choppers

Slice you like a cucumber

X you out

Circle you in

I'm a triangle

Boy yous a square

This pistol hit a nigga, like he hit him first

Fill out this Glock job application, he gonna give you work

Boy, you like an ant, bite me, how could it hurt?

You see I fell up in a Glo hole, it's drippin' off my shirt

Go ahead, stand up, it's a man down

Steve Austin, hit a nigga with a smack down

Chopper sing like he's signed to the Motown

Think he hot, come through, it's a fan down

Before I pop, better bring the rubber bands out

Cut off your wrist, fuck a hand out

On the roof throwing thousand dollar clothes down

You ain't getting money, nigga, sit down

Little girl, there's an elephant in the house

Three blunts, half an ounce

Got some Ps and I'm passing them out

Run off, tape your mouth, no shout

Say you want back your bitch? Well, I'ma be done in an hour

Fuck her in my nice ass shower, you can be calling for hours

Come through blowing like a whistle, I forget you

I won't even remember that shit

Pull up on a fuck nigga, what's up, nigga?

He said he ain't with none of that shit

Riding 'round with the pipes, and a couple bowls of loud

I can go to jail for that shit

But cops can't knock me down, get right out make bail for that shit

Niggas think that it's sweet, Valentine's Day, AR-14

Come say he love you

I was talking 'bout the money, told your bitch not now

"I'm riding 'round with my boo"

Hey boy, I dare you nothing

Get mixed in a bowl with the fruits

This blender hit ya ass, he gon' turn into Juicy Fruit

Why I always hop in my car, Sosa where you going? I'm going far

Blowing shit up like a bomb

9/11 folks nem not a fire

All this ice on my arm

I think I need to go and get shots

Put circles all up on your shirt

I think we need to go and get a box

Madder lyrics - Chief Keef

Throw your sets up

You put the wrong set up

Then I blow your head up

Fat blunts stuffed crust

Yeah fast truck

Yeah I'm about that cabbage

But I'm still a savage

Choppa giving out jobs

Nigga go and sign up

Smoke cake up in yo shit

Nigga put them pies up

Sosa walk up in the building

And these hoes rise up

And I'm getting all this money

To make these niggas madder

I don't give a rats ass

Leave your bitch and boyfriend

You get your dumb ass blasted

You threw the wrong set up

I ain't talking bullet holes

But my car will wet up

With a bunch of bullet holes

Get your shit wet up

Knock the hair off your head

Nigga fuck your touch luck

We rolling down your block

Had to give you a heads up

You know I ain't talking full

When I say I'm fed up

I used to be the little homie

Now I'm giving lectures

Hey Sosa what you want in this?

The cake

Girl you can call me sonami

The quake

Girl I know you use your ponami

For bait

Don't know if I want the box or the top

I gotta debate yeah

Throw your sets up

You put the wrong set up

Then I blow your head up

Fat blunts stuffed crust

Yeah fast truck

Yeah I'm about that cabbage

But I'm still a savage

Choppa giving out jobs

Nigga go and sign up

Smoke cake up in yo shit

Nigga put them pies up

Sosa walk up in the building

And these hoes rise up

And I'm getting all this money

To make these niggas madder

I gotta count the Benjis

The law was out to get me

But me and my lawyer

We ain't trippin'

We beat the case

And walk off skippin'

Hey boy why yo weed so low

I can't hear it

My weed so loud

Turn it up yeah I hear it

That's [?] speakers

And I can't hear a peep

The way I eat these b's up

It could be a secret

Throw your sets up

You put the wrong set up

Then I blow your head up

Fat blunts stuffed crust

Yeah fast truck

Yeah I'm about that cabbage

But I'm still a savage

Choppa giving out jobs

Nigga go and sign up

Smoke cake up in yo shit

Nigga put them pies up

Sosa walk up in the building

And these hoes rise up

And I'm getting all this money

To make these niggas madder

In Your Face lyrics - Chief Keef

In your face

TM88

TM88

(Sos baby)

(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)

Look at the cherry on my blunt (On my blunt, ay)

I flame it up, I know you smell the skunk (You smell it)

All this money got me saggin', bitch, you see my Louis trunks

It's been six years since I smoked some 51 (Dope, yeah)

I stuff the Tooka in a cone then I blaze

I'm sittin' on clouds with Glock, I gave the stars my AK

I'm sipping the Sprite Tequila, bitch, the red be the Chase (Chase)

Is you mad? I see red in your face (ay, ay)

Called a toolie, knock off you goofies, so many clips, it's a movie

I'm a rich kid bitch call me "Skooly"

Sip so much drank, call me "Smoothie"

Let the doors back to chopper shootin'

That's how my partners doin'

We hold up, turn that shit down then get you some chopper music

So many rocks in by my time, they like boy are you blind?

I call Johnny Dang like why my shit on Alaska time?

God damn I got me a rapid 9

Pro wrapping my 9-5

I got NFL chopper, he like quarter back to 9

That mean pass it back to folks

100 grand in my mattress hoe

I'm flexing, I got the dough

I should get my mattress a boat

I should get my jewels a room

I should get my shoes a broom

'Cause if a nigga step on my shoes, he knows, he doomed

Look at the cherry on my blunt (On my blunt, ay)

I flame it up, I know you smell the skunk (You smell it)

All this money got me saggin', bitch, you see my Louis trunks

It's been six years since I smoked some 51 (Dope, yeah)

I stuff the Tooka in a cone then I blaze

I'm sittin' on clouds with Glock, I gave the stars my AK

I'm sipping the Sprite Tequila, bitch, the red be the Chase (Chase)

Is you mad? I see red in your face (ay, ay)

I see the red in your face, my bad, I was late, I was getting dough

Got red in my drank, got hollows and K, he hit you hoe

Look at my tool, bitch step on my shoes, he wrenchin' hoe

She looking at me, don't talk to Chief Keef, he billing hoes

She know we bang bros, she act like she don't, we blitzin' hoes

Is it Halloween? Or it's just Keef. He tricking hoe

She look at my chest, she look at my wrist, she feeling on me

Step out of the car, they like look at his shoes, we gettin' those

I'm done gettin' money, until tomorrow, I'm getting old

This beat from a bitch, that's top from a bitch, you already know

Pull up in that monster, these hoes fall out, I'm killing hoe

I'm riding foreign, I'm from the streets, yes, Chiraq, Drillinois

Look at the cherry on my blunt (On my blunt, ay)

I flame it up, I know you smell the skunk (You smell it)

All this money got me saggin', bitch, you see my Louis trunks

It's been six years since I smoked some 51 (Dope, yeah)

I stuff the Tooka in a cone then I blaze

I'm sittin' on clouds with Glock, I gave the stars my AK

I'm sipping the Sprite Tequila, bitch, the red be the Chase (Chase)

Is you mad? I see red in your face (ay, ay)

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