That Be Me lyrics - Chief Keef
We smoked some dope, I fucked your hoe
You wifed that bitch, either way she gon' go
You like that bitch in the way she like me
She only like me 'cause I'm fuckin' icy
Ten chains on, I feel like Mr. T
Six rings on, I feel like 23
My gang on my back can't you see
Fifty for a show, baby, that be me
That be me, ay
That be me, that can't see
'Cause I'm off this tooka pack, all this Tooka thrax
Like Tadoe, I'm just too damn smacked
Bussin' everywhere
I'm pointing my nine up everywhere
I got my guys up in here, ay ay
And they blammin' everywhere, ay ay
Rest in peace Ben Franklin
I swear I need Ben Franklin, ay
I need to keep Ben Franklins
I needa be Ben Franklins
And that's a bill, ay
For the B, you get killed with the steel to your tip-top
Got a jar of piss, got a pint of lean, got the plug with Ziplocs
That's all I need
And we gon' be at it until we scream
Bang
We smoked some dope, I fucked your hoe
You wifed that bitch, either way she gon' go
You like that bitch in the way she like me
She only like me 'cause I'm fuckin' icy
Ten chains on, I feel like Mr. T
Six rings on, I feel like 23
My gang on my back can't you see
Fifty for a show, baby, that be me
That be me, ay
Born To Flex lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million
Bang
Bitch I was born to flex (skrt), I am gonna flex (skrt skrt)
Put it up on my set (on my set), I am gonna flex (flex)
I still carry my Tec (my Tec) and I am gonna blow that (blow that, bang bang, dududuh)
Nigga try to flex (flex), act like he ain't know that (click-clack, dududuh, he ain't know that)
Me plus my gat (dududuh), that equals your death (dududuh duh)
I'm smoking this pack (dududuh), got me so there (dududuh)
Cops knocking on my door, no he is not there (dududuh, ay, ay)
Bitch you can't be with me, be with yourself (huh)
This bitch got me fucked up, fuck, ay
Come through, shootin' shit right up, buck
Pussy boy see us, duck
Niggas know what to us, nuthin'
Hop in the whip, I press buttons
She ain't tryna top me, press the eject button, ay
I hope that she ain't left nothing
'Cause I'm takin' off in this car, paid a jet buddy, ay
Flexing hard and throwin' sets, buddy, ay
You flex, we shoot your chest buddy, ay
AK with a knife, this bitch comin'
Ain't got time for hoes but I fucked a ship of hoes at 6 something
I want extra something, I flex over the night
Come through scaring shit bitch, poltergeist
He sneak dissin' the Glo, he must not want his life
We send shots for free, holidays and overnights
Bitch I was born to flex (skrt), I am gonna flex (skrt skrt)
Put it up on my set (on my set), I am gonna flex (flex)
I still carry my Tec (my Tec) and I am gonna blow that (blow that, bang bang, dududuh)
Nigga try to flex (flex), act like he ain't know that (click-clack, dududuh, he ain't know that)
Me plus my gat (dududuh), that equals your death (dududuh duh)
I'm smoking this pack (dududuh), got me so there (dududuh)
Cops knocking on my door, no he is not there (dududuh, ay, ay)
Bitch you can't be with me, be with yourself (huh)
Bitch Stop Calling lyrics - Chief Keef
I say she keep callin' me
She keep stalkin' me
I'm like how you get my number?
I'm like bitch stop callin'
I'm like please stop callin'
I wish this bitch stop callin' me
I'm like how you get my number?
I'm like bitch stop stalkin' me
Because she keep callin' me
She keep stalkin' me
I'm like how you get my number?
I'm like bitch stop callin'
I'm like bitch stop callin'
I wish this bitch stop callin' me
I'm like how you get my number
I'm like bitch stop stalkin' me
Because she keep callin' me
She keep stalkin' me
I keep changing my number tryna get her off of me
She want talk to me but Sosa hate talkin'
She say just want to get to know me but Chief Sosa ain't talkin'
Because Sosa antisocial
She steady sendin' my quotes
She steady texting my phone
I don't reply, I leave it open
Smokin' on this dope, I swear it got me floatin'
She finna blow my high, she like, "Damn. I love you Sosa"
And she might be a fan, so I think again
But then again she wanna fuck me and my mans
And she might be a fan, so I think again
But then again she wanna fuck me and my mans
I say she keep callin' me
She keep stalkin' me
I'm like how you get my number?
I'm like bitch stop callin'
I'm like please stop callin'
I wish this bitch stop callin' me
I'm like how you get my number?
I'm like bitch stop stalkin' me
Because she keep callin' me
She keep stalkin' me
I'm like how you get my number?
I'm like bitch stop callin'
I'm like bitch stop callin'
I wish this bitch stop callin' me
I'm like how you get my number
I'm like bitch stop stalkin' me
Because she keep callin' me
I say she keep callin' me
She keep stalkin' me
I'm like how you get my number?
I'm like bitch stop callin'
I'm like please stop callin'
I wish this bitch stop callin' me
I'm like how you get my number?
I'm like bitch stop stalkin' me
Because she keep callin' me
She keep stalkin' me
I'm like how you get my number?
I'm like bitch stop callin'
I'm like bitch stop callin'
I wish this bitch stop callin' me
I'm like how you get my number
I'm like bitch stop stalkin' me
Because she keep callin' me
Walnuts lyrics - Chief Keef
[Tadoe:]
Know how we rocking, man, we going nuts, man
Going nuts, man, fucking sluts, man
Fucking up these bucks, man, copping mansions, man
Flexing on these overgrown goofy ass niggas, going walnuts
[Chief Keef:]
Going walnuts, ay
I'm going walnuts, ay
Bitch, I'm going walnuts
Bitch, I'm going walnuts
I can't eat no walnuts
But guess what? Bitch, I'm going walnuts
I'm going so nuts, I'm going walnuts, ay
Going planters, going walnuts
Going cashews, going walnuts, ay
She want credit, I am not a cashier
Free promotion, I don't know, that's weird
She want me to fuck her, that's my thot from last year
Ay, I can't do that shit, that's backwards
We going forward with this shit
I'm buying toys with this shit
I'm buying guns with this shit, ay
I'm getting funds off this shit, ay
She gotta suck on my dick, ay
Just to step in my crib, ay, ay
Bitch, my crib is two mill, ay
Or three mill, I really don't know what it is, ay, ay
But I'm fucking rolling hard
I'm still up, 7 o'clock AM
I'm thinking about mayhem, spray him
Sosa only pull up if they pay him
Smoking trees, getting top like lollipop
I still want some fucking more zombie top
But I already fucked, ay
I got a new mansion, she was at my other one, ay
I think she like my shower, ay, ay
She went in 'bout a hour, ay, ay
We fucked for 'bout some hours, ay
She was counting her singles up on my money counter, ay
You smoke sativa, I smoke downers, ay
Too much damn THC, I'ma lunger, ay
I'ma get that chopper, I'ma lumber
And niggas won't be talking no damn longer, ay
I fucked DMX baby mama, ay
Ladera, Shakira, or whatever that bitch name is
She threw it back for me
I hit her, I sent that bitch a plane ticket
I'm smoking Mary Jane, nigga
Bling all in my chain, nigga
Where that chain come from? Johnny Dang, nigga
Gang, nigga
Gun bang like my chop Wayne, nigga
They like, "Sosa, you think you Wayne, nigga?"
Hell nah, that's my nigga though, gang, nigga
Bang, nigga
Un Un lyrics - Chief Keef
Girl you think you flexin', but you not (Nah, nah)
I pull up in Bentleys, he do not (Skrt, skrt)
Spend 20 thousand Ben Franklins, I need a new knot (Fff beep)
You think we go together, we do not
Un un, un un, un un, un un, un un, un un
Un un, un un, un un, un un, un un, un un
Un un, un un, un un, un un, un un
Un un
Un un
Un un
Un un, un un, un un
Un un, un un
Un un
Un un, I'ma up this motherfucker like un un
I'ma empty this motherfucker like dump dump
Fuck with Almighty Sosa, you dumb dumb, un un, un un
Sosa, you like red lean? Un un
Sosa, you like smokin' blue dream? Un un
How much you want for a verse? 10 Gs? Un un
Un un, un un
That ain't no real Hermes, that's a un un
Girl your bottom ain't red, that's some un uns
From the south side Chicago, girl you ain't from London
Girl you think you flexin', but you not (Nah, nah)
I pull up in Bentleys, he do not (Skrt, skrt)
Spend 20 thousand Ben Franklins, I need a new knot (Fff beep)
You think we go together, we do not
Un un, un un, un un, un un, un un, un un
Un un, un un, un un, un un, un un, un un
Un un, un un, un un, un un, un un
Un un
Un un
Un un
Un un, un un, un un
Un un, un un
Un un
That's It lyrics - Chief Keef
When I fucked that bitch, should've called her cutie
Yeah, that's it
Uh, uh, uh, uh, up that dick... yeah, that bitch
Uh, uh, uh, uh, fuck that bitch should've called her cutie
Yeah, that's it
Uh, uh, uh, I... phew
I don't remember her name but when I fucked that bitch should've called her cutie, yeah that's it
With you she got on all type of shit, with me she got on a two piece, and that's it
She like Sosa what kind of car you finna get? The one that's fast with two seats, yeah that's it
She like Sosa what kind of house you finna get? The one that's got ten Jacuzzis, yeah that's it
I got 30 shots in this Glock but I'ma give you a two piece, and that's it
She know I got plenty thots but she say she don't want to lose me, and that's it
I gave the bitch two or three pumps and that's it
She high off two or three blunts and that's it
My guap, she can't get none of that shit
Take twenty out the bank and I'm spending that shit
I'm allergic to three things, and that's it
Fake niggas, peanut butter and lobster, that's it
I only bought a PT, and that's it
Bought a Sprite and a 4, hand-dropped in that bitch
I live it, that's why I be talking that shit
Walk in the mall and be copping that shit
Remember when my grandma used to say "that's it"
Now I ain't gotta hear none of that shit
Bitch said she only want a thousand, that's it
What you smoking on? I need a blunt of that shit
Bitch gon' get put out and that's it
'Cause a door to the face gotta come with that shit
I fucked about two or three thots today, and that's it
I fucked one without a condom I'ma pay, for that shit
I had a threesome with a million different hoes, that's it
The ones hoes admire niggas want, that's it
I got 3-0 in this 4-0, that's it
Let a hundred niggas try me and I'm dumping that shit
Fuck boy hope you ain't thought that's it
Got niggas at the go toting rocket launchers and shit
50 shots and automatics hawks and shit
Try me it's gon' be problems that's it
Lady Gaga lyrics - Chief Keef
Bang, bang
Lady Gaga, bitch
Gaga
I got that Lady Gaga, bitch
Lady Gaga, bitch
I'm smoking Lady Gaga, bitch
I'm off this Lady Gaga, bitch
Is you gon' suck it like a baba, bitch?
If you not then bye bye, bitch
I'm the rap Mufasa, bitch
Sending shots for Gaga, bitch
Gaga, bitch
You think you Gaga, bitch?
Let me tell you something you not not, bitch
If you is then I'm the Fresh Prince Of Bel Air, bitch
I'm going Gaga
In a foreign with a foreign hot thot
That bitch gave me top top, top
While I drive this Nascar
Shout out to Kay Kay
Kay Kay, all she know is dah dah, all she know is dah dah
Shouts out to your bitch, shouts to your thot
All she know is papa, all she know is papa
'Cause I be going Gaga, 'cause I be going crazy
I drive a lot of hot cars, I drive a lot of hot cars
I got a fucking big house, I got a fucking big
And I'ma grown man by far, and I'ma grown man by far
I got that Lady Gaga, bitch
Lady Gaga, bitch
I'm smoking Lady Gaga, bitch
I'm off this Lady Gaga, bitch
Is you gon' suck it like a baba, bitch?
If you not then bye bye, bitch
I'm the rap Mufasa, bitch
Sending shots for Gaga, bitch
Thots Gone Krazy lyrics - Chief Keef
I got 8 AM thots, 7 PM thots and
I got 6 AM cock, for them stripper thots
Bitch I got a M car, for my fast thots
Bitch I got a big house, for my bad thots
I got thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone crazy, these thots gone crazy
I got thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone, I got thots gone
I got thots
I got thots
Pull up on your block with my bad thot
Pull up on my bitch block with my ex thot
Pull up on them niggas block with my blaster
Should've never thought her how to play Black Ops
I gotta slow down my fast thot
That bitch be going fast, she like red vines
I got a thot that say she ain't got no niggas
Brazilian thots, Spanish thots
Girl you know, I don't like organic thots
I got mean thots, and friendly thots
And don't-wanna-let-me-hit-it thots
'Cause if I do, I'll have a thot gone krazy, thot gone krazy
These thots gone krazy, they like "Aye Sosa baby"
Where you going, let me get a hug, I bought your CD
You wasn't shit, now you pulling up in a Mercedes
Man, shout out whoever made me
I got thotties going daily
These thots gone crazy
Say that if they could, they would join the Glo Gang Navy
I got 8 AM thots, 7 PM thots and
I got 6 AM cock, for them stripper thots
Bitch I got a M car, for my fast thots
Bitch I got a big house, for my bad thots
I got thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone crazy, these thots gone crazy
I got thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone crazy, thots gone crazy
Thots gone, I got thots gone
I got thots
Psych Ward lyrics - Chief Keef
Psych Ward
I'm with the Psych Ward
I be coolin' in a Psych Ward
I got some niggas in the Psych Ward
And they be totin' rifles
We tote .40s with the .30s, piped up
Make them pipes bite y'all
You gon' need insurance, Geico, aye
In a Psych, in a Psych
In a Psych Ward you see
A bunch of crazy motherfuckers
Go on Glo Gang territory, you'll see
A bunch of anti-380 motherfuckers
And they gon' blast
They ain't gon' let yo ass get past
And they gon' hop up in them cars and do the dash
Like I taught 'em
Bitch, I'm Almighty Sosa
Bitch, you can call me Almighty Sosa
'Cause I get cheese
My niggas in the streets droppin' Gs
The only green that I like is Ben Franklin, broccoli and cheese
And I'm crazy like they want me to be
Psych Ward
I'm with the Psych Ward
I be coolin' in a Psych Ward
I got some niggas in the Psych Ward
And they be totin' rifles
We tote 40s with the 30s, piped up
Make them pipes bite y'all
You gon' need insurance, Geico, aye
Bitch you crazy
I make bitches go insane, aye
My wrist look crazy
And my necklace go insane, aye
My earrings crazy
Don't make this pistol go insane
Tryna to rob Almighty mane
Don't ever tell Almighty what Almighty can't
I'm always glo'in, I block the rain
And Cinderella is my choppa name
She be cleanin' shit up like my maid
And she very mighty like my name
I be coolin' in a Psych Ward
Aye, I got some niggas in the Psych Ward
Bitch, we got pistols, what we fightin' for?
And tell me, what you bring a knife for?
Psych Ward
I'm with the Psych Ward
I be coolin' in a Psych Ward
I got some niggas in the Psych Ward
And they be totin' rifles
We tote 40s with the 30s, piped up
Make them pipes bite y'all
You gon' need insurance, Geico, aye
Oh My Goodness lyrics - Chief Keef
I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket (ay)
I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch stop it (Bang, bang, bang)
(ISO)
Fourteen hundred for this belt, this ain't no damn Versace (Skrrt, skrrt)
(Oh wee, it's Oh!Zone on the beat)
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Ay, ay, ay
Foe'nem just got them racks, got them sacks, them stacks
Them rolls, them hoes, them clothes
Glo Gang
Know how we rocking like cut-off stockings, keep kush in our pockets
Bang
I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket
I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch, stop it
Fourteen hundred for this belt, this ain't no damn Versace
And I'm smoking on this dope, my hobby getting money
I count money like a pro, you know that I done done it
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch, I'm stunting
Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness
I need my money machine to count this little shit for me
I be flexin' on niggas, just coolin' (Flexin', flexin')
I got my niggas, my money, my toolie (Need my money and my toolie)
I got my cars, my house and my jewelry (Yes, man)
Flexin' on niggas, I ain't worried (I ain't worried 'bout a thing)
Smoking Tooka to the head (Tooka to the head)
Come through shoot ya then ya dead (Come through shoot ya then ya dead)
I'm getting money, fuck the feds (I'm getting money, fuck the feds)
And I'm Glo Gang, what is this? (And I'm Glo Gang, what is this?)
That's my shit, you little bitch (That's my shit, you little bitch)
Let's get rich, you little bitch (Let's get rich, you little bitch)
Get off my dick, you little bitch (Get off my dick, you little bitch)
And go get you a brick (And go get you a brick)
Smoking TuTu, this my oxygen (Smoking TuTu)
Too much damn TuTu, where my car keys, man? (Too much damn TuTu)
Counting rolls like a boxer, man (Counting rolls)
Ya know that I'm the man (Ya know it)
I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket
I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch, stop it
Fourteen hundred for this belt, this ain't no damn Versace
And I'm smoking on this dope, my hobby getting money
I count money like a pro, you know that I done done it
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch, I'm stunting
Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness
I need my money machine to count this little shit for me
Money machine go, "Beep, beep"
Hop in my car, skrrt skrrt skrrt, dudu dudu dudu, beep, beep
All these fuck boys wanna be me
His bitch let me fuck 'cause I got racks, so I hit it like bang bang, skeet skeet
Tatted up like fuck yeah
Money tatted on my mind, yeah
.30 tatted on my gun, yeah
It's time to have fun, yeah
His bitch say she wanna fuck me
She really wanna fuck with money
Thought that I ain't know
She thought that I was a dummy
Told her save that shit
Baby, you on that lame ass shit, I don't play that shit
I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket
I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch, stop it
Fourteen hundred for this belt, this ain't no damn Versace
And I'm smoking on this dope, my hobby getting money
I count money like a pro, you know that I done done it
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch, I'm stunting
Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness
I need my money machine to count this little shit for me
Lucky Bastard lyrics - Chief Keef
Bang, bang
Hahaha, hahaha, I know, man, I'm just tweaking (Skrrt)
Bitch, let's have a chopper party (Bang, bang)
Bang, bang, bang, kamikaze (Bang, bang, bang)
Bitch, let's have a chopper party (Blatt)
It's a movie and them choppers starring (Blatt-blatt, blatt)
Produced by Uzi and them Glocks and Carbons (Blatt)
Bang, bang, kamikaze (Blatt)
I bought a watch, it cost a Maserati (Bang)
I bought a car, it cost a fucking mansion (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
It go skrrt-skrrt then niggas stuffed in plastic (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
I'm a young rich lucky bastard (Bang)
Baby, I ain't have no father (ay)
I only had my mother (ay)
They say that mothers raise soldiers (ay)
Well my mama raised Almighty (ay)
Remember when I was best friends with Pyrex (Skrrt)
Now I'm best friends with Ben Franklin (Beep)
I know you see my wrist dancing (Bling, bling)
Turn off the lights, now my wrist complaining (Dammit, dammit)
My chopper got Tourettes (Bang, bang)
It's steady screaming out this and that (Brrat)
Shooting for your neck and your head (ay)
Like, who next? Who wanna flex?
Bitch, let's have a chopper party
It's a movie and them choppers starring (Bang, bang, bang)
Produced by Uzi and them Glocks and Carbons
Bang, bang, kamikaze (Bang)
I bought a watch, it cost a Maserati (Bang)
I bought a car, it cost a fucking mansion (Skrrt)
It go skrrt-skrrt then niggas stuffed in plastic (Skrrt-skrrt)
I'm a young rich lucky bastard (Bang)
You know I'm always glowing
I even got my bitch glowing
She ain't getting no cash, doughing
That bitch just got IG famous on 'em (ay)
I had my chopper snoring
Now you got my chopper roaring
Tryna drive-by, that shit not so smart and
Now my niggas shot up your car and
Now you got your face on a carton
And now your name is your block end
I got all my ice, I won't tuck it
Niggas don't wanna get killed in public (ay)
Like, welcome to the opera, meet Ms. Chopper-a
If you got a fuckin' problem with us, she gon' chop you up
I'm still bussin' like a Dillinger, but I'm on my chopper stuff
They be cuffin' like an officer, Chief Keef won't lock you up (ay)
'Cause who gon' hold me down? My chopper
Baby, I'm still runnin' from them coppers
I'm still screamin', "Fuck the oppers"
Spot 'em, got 'em, then I drop 'em
Bitch, let's have a chopper party (Blatt)
It's a movie and them choppers starring (Blatt-blatt, blatt)
Produced by Uzi and them Glocks and Carbons (Blatt)
Bang, bang, kamikaze (Blatt)
I bought a watch, it cost a Maserati (Bang)
I bought a car, it cost a fucking mansion (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
It go skrrt-skrrt then niggas stuffed in plastic (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
I'm a young rich lucky bastard
Time Up lyrics - Chief Keef
I gotta get my racks up (my racks up), I gotta get my back rubbed (my back rubbed)
I need to get my hoes up (my hoes up), I need to get my rolls up (my rolls up)
Gotta get in a hot tub (hot tub), with 'bout 5 thots (5 thots)
And 'bout 5 women (5 women), with 'bout 5 guns (5 guns)
Gotta get it no matter what (no matter what), gotta make my mind up (my mind up)
Gotta make my mom proud (my mom proud), that's who get my love (get my love)
Gotta put in a Swisher, 5 dubs (5 dubs)
Gotta Glo on these niggas, light bulbs (light bulbs)
You got your time (your time) but it can be time up
You ain't fuckin' on yo bitch, I was
You ain't countin' on a million, I done
Smoking dope with a Sig in the hood
Got indicted sellin' dope and I told the cops I was
Cause I don't give no fuck, ay
This Breitling I got cost 33 puffs, ay (33 puffs)
This life that I got cost 33 nuts, ay (33 nuts)
This chain that I got cost me fuckin' 20 (20)
And I'm only 18 with this money
I spend it, make it back, ay
She top me, I break it back, ay
Live life like a model, so I bring that sack, ay
Give KayKay twenty thousand dollars every time she cry, ay
I gotta get my racks up (my racks up), I gotta get my back rubbed (my back rubbed)
I need to get my hoes up (my hoes up), I need to get my rolls up (my rolls up)
Gotta get in a hot tub (hot tub), with 'bout 5 thots (5 thots)
And 'bout 5 women (5 women), with 'bout 5 guns (5 guns)
Gotta get it no matter what (no matter what), gotta make my mind up (my mind up)
Gotta make my mom proud (my mom proud), that's who get my love (get my love)
Gotta put in a Swisher, 5 dubs (5 dubs)
Gotta Glo on these niggas, light bulbs (light bulbs)
You got your time (your time) but it can be time up
Take 5 dubs, put it in a Swisher, don't pass that shit (pass that shit)
Light it up, light it up, light it up, then ash that shit (ash that shit)
All these bitches on my dick cause, I'm gettin' little pass and shit (pass and shit)
When I ain't had nothing, where they ass had went, ay
I don't know, only thing I know they around for my dough (for my dough)
But they time's up, I fuck 'em then fire 'em (fire 'em)
If she thought she was gettin' a chance, she was flyin' down
I'm off these Xanax
Smoking on some damn thrax
Thinkin' 'bout Ben Franklin
But he in a better place and that's my pocket
I gotta get my racks up (my racks up), I gotta get my back rubbed (my back rubbed)
I need to get my hoes up (my hoes up), I need to get my rolls up (my rolls up)
Gotta get in a hot tub (hot tub), with 'bout 5 thots (5 thots)
And 'bout 5 women (5 women), with 'bout 5 guns (5 guns)
Gotta get it no matter what (no matter what), gotta make my mind up (my mind up)
Gotta make my mom proud (my mom proud), that's who get my love (get my love)
Gotta put in a Swisher, 5 dubs (5 dubs)
Gotta Glo on these niggas, light bulbs (light bulbs)
You got your time (your time) but it can be time up
Aw Shit lyrics - Chief Keef
Aw shit, aw shit, aw shit, aw shit
Be cautious, be cautious, be cautious
They like, "Aw shit"
Huh?
Bitches see me, they like, "Aw shit", all my cars foreign (Skrrt)
All my niggas reckless (Yeah), don't run up on them (Nah)
My clique is enormous (O'Block), my bitch's ass is humongous (Damn)
This what them hoes say (Huh?) when I pull up on them (Sosa baby)
Aw shit, aw shit (064 baby), aw shit, aw shit (Huh? Huh?)
Aw shit, aw shit, aw shit, aw shit (GBE baby, O'Block)
Aw shit, aw shit, aw shit, aw shit (300, 600)
Aw shit, aw shit, aw shit, aw shit (Huh?)
Boy, please be cautious, Chief Sosa money talkin' (Shh)
If you ain't money takin' (Huh?) then why the fuck you talkin'? (Huh?)
I walk up in the club and them bottles get to sparkin' (Sosa baby)
Bitch, I don't drink (Nah), you can give that to my brothers (GBE baby)
Chief Sosa a reefer chiefer, get it from my momma
I fuck that nigga's bitch that he was undercover lovin' (Yeah)
I even fucked his cousin (Yeah), and that bitch gotta husband (Hmm)
I know I be stuntin' and I don't talk for nothin' (Hmm)
Bitch, I'm money huntin', you ain't got enough checks (Nah)
I leave niggas upset (Hmm) 'cause he ain't got nothin' (Nah)
My 24s they robbin' (Nah), I'm O'Block, 300 (Hmm, haha)
They see us, they like, "Aw shit, look at all the foreign" (Bang bang, bang, bang)
Bitches see me, they like, "Aw shit", all my cars foreign (Skrrt)
All my niggas reckless (Yeah), don't run up on them (Nah)
My clique is enormous (O'Block), my bitch's ass is humongous (Damn)
This what them hoes say (Huh?) when I pull up on them (Sosa baby)
Aw shit, aw shit, aw shit, aw shit (Huh? Huh?)
Aw shit, aw shit, aw shit, aw shit (Huh? Huh?)
Aw shit, aw shit, aw shit, aw shit (Huh? Bang)
Aw shit, aw shit, aw shit, aw shit (Bang, bang bang)
This Bitch lyrics - Chief Keef
Yung Cryptonite
Chysty on the beat
This bitch be calling my phone, ay
This bitch won't leave me 'lone
This bitch wanna smoke all my strong
This bitch gotta go home
This bitch
This bitch think she the shit
Said she ain't lie she like me but I know she is, ay
Baby girl, tricks are for kids
Nah, I don't trust that bitch
I don't want it like Tommy, I'm Nesquik with this bitch, ay
I'm about my money, can't mix that with this shit, ay
You about that gunplay, then with that you get hit, ay
We ain't 'bout that Bombay, go red rum with this shit, ay
What's that backwards? Murder
Got killed for that bitch and all she wanted was Furla
Hand back, just hit that, told her get back
Then this bitch say she love me, I can't dig that
Girl, you just smoked some little parlor
He say you don't, I'm like "Word up"
She say being a thot, she ain't heard of
But I act like I ain't heard her
This bitch be calling my phone, ay
This bitch won't leave me 'lone
This bitch wanna smoke all my strong
This bitch gotta go home
This bitch
This bitch think she the shit
Said she ain't lie she like me but I know she is, ay
Baby girl, tricks are for kids
Nah, I don't trust that bitch
She say she wanna fuck me, then I'ma sue her
I just want some top, she thought I was gon' do her
Bitch, I'm posted with my Ruger
Just in case this bitch screw up, ay
This bitch say she wanna make up, then
I told that bitch to put on her make-up, then
This bitch say she wanna break up
I told that bitch that I'ma player
This bitch a freak in the sheets but thot in the streets
Told that bitch ain't nobody meeting my mama but me
This bitch wanna count my hundreds with me
I told that bitch I brought my money counter with me
This bitch be calling my phone, ay
This bitch won't leave me 'lone
This bitch wanna smoke all my strong
This bitch gotta go home
This bitch
This bitch think she the shit
Said she ain't lie she like me but I know she is, ay
Baby girl, tricks are for kids
Nah, I don't trust that bitch
Fever lyrics - Chief Keef
Money, vehicles, thotties, reefer
Pour you lean up, T up
All these fucking niggas want to be us
I'm riding out with Nina like I'm legal
I hopped up swagging bitch I'm T'd up
Put the weed up on the scale, I'm smoking Libra
She ask why I'm sipping drink, I got a fever
Try me please don't, I'ma shot if he want
Nigga ain't no fucking snitching, I'll cop a plea though
That bitch want some frito, I am not a hero
I eat all the fritos to myself, I'm a Leo
How all these niggas copy me, I think I'm Sosa Kinkos
All these bitches spotting me, I think I'm Sosa Bingo
This nigga blocked me on the hit, I guess I'm Sosa free throw
I swear my life a fucking movie, you know Chief Sosa lead though
Money, vehicles, thotties, reefer
Pour you lean up, T up
All these fucking niggas want to be us
I'm riding out with Nina like I'm legal
I hopped up swagging bitch I'm T'd up
Put the weed up on the scale, I'm smoking Libra
She ask why I'm sipping drink, I got a fever
I got HKs, AKs, fuck days, pay days
She say her name is Lulu I just called her Lele
I got big lumps of the money on the way way
I was riding around spending money wait what's today's date
This nigga bitch just called my phone, I took her on a play date
In my motherfucking room, I fucked her then I made way
Chief Sosa a damn heavyweight, you pussy niggas lightweight
Chief Sosa got long money, swear I got parade cake
I hop out car bitches say I'm Fat Sosa Albert, hey hey
Then she send me her number, I hit that bitch some days later
Hits the blunt one time how the fuck you way way
I had a meeting today but I pulled up a day later
Money, vehicles, thotties, reefer
Pour you lean up, T up
All these fucking niggas want to be us
I'm riding out with Nina like I'm legal
I hopped up swagging bitch I'm T'd up
Put the weed up on the scale I'm smoking Libra
Stuntin Like My Mama lyrics - Chief Keef
Condo on fire (Condo)
(What you doin'?), ain't nun
(What they doin'?), hatin on me
(What we doin'?), gettin' money
Sosa baby
Ain't got no label, nigga Sosa the boss
I be stuntin' like my mama, riding real foreign
They like "Do you know Chief Otto?" yeah he get it on
Big ass choppa, he be gettin' borin'
Call desperado, he gone come and join
I'ma south side, nothin' 60s-ass nigga
I can buy you and have you takin' out the trash nigga (Take my trash nigga)
Like ding dong ditch my name be ringin' bells nigga
Click Clack size you up measurement we scale niggas
Money machine go beep like a smoke alarm
Bitch this ain't Luther King march ain't no holding arms
I'm the type of nigga that smoke in the race when I was told to run
Give they ass a head start I'll catch up you far
You wanna see this shit in 3D how I'm stuntin'
A whole lot of bands my conjunction function
I don't need two cups I just need one
Pull up on you like the end of the song, boy you about to be done
I'm a money getter your bitch is a pussy popper
She like an old movie that I didn't have time to watch
Act like you wanna box, get put in a box
Put some wings on that bitch and send that bitch very far
Nigga you's a Dory, you's a Nemo
Look in the Chiraq dictionary if you don't know my lingo
All I know is fffddd beep when the millions call my number bingo
I got enough shots to shoot a Quentin Tarantino
I'm stunting like my granddaddy nothing like my papa
She say that she's a Libra, she ain't nothing like my mama
Vote Chief So for president, he ain't nothing like Obama
He raising welfare and he giving out money
I'm stunting with the cash, old bitches mad
Gucci on my back, Louis on my ass
You stunting like your dad? Shit I ain't have one
You say you want some glo then nigga come and buy one
Take this money test and ace it, nigga that's the basics
That's just like asking this Neo the damn man from Matrix
I'm the hero to the cash ain't gotta cape it
When you getting money you ain't gotta take it
Fonem strip yo ass now run the streets naked bitch
Serve ya up, what you want to eat for breakfast bitch
Sell it upside down, I was just checking
Cut the hair off his bitch head and mail it to his residence
I was stunting like my watch, stunting like my jewelry
Stunting like my coat, stunting like my shoes
I'm a stunt devil, Ghost Rider
Wrap a nigga how you wrap a bow tie
How I do this shit? Off the top of the head
You'd think I'm balancing something on top of my head
Could do tricks, call em Globetrotters
Drive my own shit, don't need no co-pilot
Foes lyrics - Chief Keef
Dough
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I get to the dough even in the snow
She like, "So, what happened?" Bitch, why you so nosy?
Drink: I'mma pour. Money: I'mma blow
Bitches I'mma fuck, hop in my car and roll
I just poured an 8, you just poured a 4
You sipping Karo, you think you off the dope
I walk up in the door lookin' like snow
Niggas, I can't trust 'cause friends turn to foes
I call my gun extinguisher
Nigga act dumb what you off angel dust?
Since I don't know my destination, she want me to meet with her
I told her 60 thousand just to 'gree with her
If she gon' top me then we linkin' up
'Cause some hoes be actin' slow like they won't give it up
If she don't drop it so fast, pick it up
Mama told me since you ballin', all these bitches gonna tryna be with ya
I get to the dough even in the snow
She like, "So, what happened?" Bitch, why you so nosy?
Drink: I'mma pour. Money: I'mma blow
Bitches I'mma fuck, hop in my car and roll
I just poured an 8, you just poured a 4
You sipping Karo, you think you off the dope
I walk up in the door lookin' like snow
Niggas, I can't trust 'cause friends turn to foes
This bitch with me a geek, I put her on the street
Like a bird I let her free, be what you can be
Like a dog, I want the sex, I don't wanna text
I'm a dog veterinarian, I'mma need a vet
Smokin' on this OG, smokin' on the ooh
I'm ballin' like I'm Dre, bitch I'mma need Suge
I'mma need a Jimmy, I don't need a plug
Got you bitch cleanin' my house and it's all for the dub
Go get yourself some loves, do what you gon' do
You thinkin' that you fresh bitch? Come throw shit on you
Ain't get nothin' for the low 20 grand or mo'
Since I spent all this money, might as well make my Glock gold
I get to the dough even in the snow
She like, "So, what happened?" Bitch, why you so nosy?
Drink: I'mma pour. Money: I'mma blow
Bitches I'mma fuck, hop in my car and roll
I just poured an 8, you just poured a 4
You sipping Karo, you think you off the dope
I walk up in the door lookin' like snow
Niggas, I can't trust 'cause friends turn to foes
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
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