Shooters lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million

Ay

Bang, bang

Bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Duh duh duh, skudda skuh

Skrrt (ay), skrrt (ay), skudda skuh

Duh duh duh, bang, bang, bang

Ay, ay, ay

Bitch, I get my guap and I get my way (Bang, bang)

If you looking for me, I'm in MIA (MIA)

Bitch, I got some zoes up in M.I.A. (Zoes up in M.I.A.)

And we toting poles up in M.I.A. (Poles up in M.I.A.)

Bitch, I got some Bloods that hang in L.A. (Hang in L.A.)

I got some Bloods that hang in the A, ay (Hang in the A)

I got some shooters in Memphis, my trullas, ay (Them my trullas)

They toting rulers, extendos on Uzis (Extendos on Uzis)

And them my shooters, ay (Shooters)

Them my motherfucking shooters, ay (Bang, bang)

Bitch, I have my shooters do a hit off a scooter, ay (Duh duh duh, skudda skuh)

Breaking bullets like motherfucking rulers (Bang, bang)

Choppa bad-ass like motherfucking Boosie (Bang, bang)

I got a AK, same height Kay Kay, ay (Duh duh duh)

I let it spray spray like duh duh duh, bang bang, ay (Duh duh duh)

Get out my way way, skudda skuh, hang me, ay (Skudda skuh)

Roll up on you, let my shooters go cray cray, ay (Skrrt, duh duh duh)

I'm 'bout my dough, off my dope and I keep my pole (Ftftft, beep)

Better know when I see a opp I heat down throat (Bang, duh duh duh)

Got some shooters in VA, got some shooters in thy Glo (Bang)

But I know for me they gon' be shooting up a storm, ay (Bang, bang, bang)

Keep my tool with me like just like my wand, ay (Duh duh duh)

It's gon' do for me just like my women, ay (Gang)

All this ice on me, bitch, look at my arm, ay (Gang)

Nigga don't like me but his bitch nut to my porn, ay (Bang)

Bitch, I get my guap and I get my way (Bang, bang)

If you looking for me, I'm in MIA (MIA)

Bitch, I got some zoes up in M.I.A. (Zoes up in M.I.A.)

And we toting poles up in M.I.A. (Poles up in M.I.A.)

Bitch, I got some Bloods that hang in L.A. (Hang in L.A.)

I got some Bloods that hang in the A, ay (Hang in the A)

I got some shooters in Memphis, my trullas, ay (Them my trullas)

They toting rulers, extendos on Uzis (Extendos on Uzis)

And them my shooters, ay (Shooters)

Hit The Bank lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million

Her ass fat like Kim Stacks

DJ, run that shit back

New jewels, I cop that

New pistol, cock that

New watch, I cop that

And that top, I drop that

Pull up, where that guap at?

I took the game and locked that

Spending cash

Man, that shit is pity patter, I get it back

Niggas petty, eighteen shots, nigga out this 50 that

Got a hundred shots for niggas think they got nine lives, kitty cats

With my Chicago Bears, let us catch a opp he getting sacked

I ride X6 M, no Range Rover

This GTA, bitch, not no Saint Rows

Pull up to the crib and I change clothes

Just to go and hit the bank, ho

They Know Skit lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million

A lot of niggas you know talk and woofing

Talking 'bout I'm saying stealing beats and shit

Niggas just mad 'cause I upped the jock on them and capping

And then you know

Calling Aiki all type of shit running all type of shit

And like damn how they do that folk how

Who do that man who call Aiki if you talking 'bout you steady playing with guns and shit

They know how I'm really coming they know I been

Glo gang they know I been a wild out boy

Since day one, 10 year niggas and shit

All that I rock with, if you ain't a 10 year nigga you need to to separate yourself from Around me

They know I'm with the shits for real you know not no twitter or Instagram shit

I'm fighting two cases right now 2 different states both federal both bond over a hundred thousand and I'm bonding out 20 hours later they know what's up

In The Stu lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million

(Why you just ditching?)

I'm, I'm due the studio, let me work goofy, bye man, damn

Bitch, you acting like you slow

(Wha- What? What are you doing?)

I don't know

(Why is it dark?)

Bitch, I'm in the stu

I'm working, I need to get a coupe

Need a 'rari, and a Bugatti

Need a gun with a few bodies

Need some Benjis in my pocket

Need my fuckin' rocket like I'm Yao

I need a house with ten models

I need some weed and some bottles

I need a bitch that gone come through, give me dumb throat

I kicked her out, she thought she wasn't a thot, but she's a dumb hoe

My niggas get them guns, we comin' through shootin' like Rambo

I come through with this K and he wrestlin' like Rhino

Pull up in that red Bimmer, they lookin' like I'm Damu

What I see? Bunch of hatin' niggas and a bunch fine hoes

I pull up on up on 'em, skrrt skrrt skrrt, like, "Get in my car, hoe"

She gon' Google what I do, always grindin' Tony Hawk, hoe

Bitch, I'm in the stu

I'm working, I need to get a coupe

Need a 'rari, and a Bugatti

Need a gun with a few bodies

Need some Benjis in my pocket

Need my fuckin' rocket like I'm Yao

I need a house with ten models

I need some weed and some bottles

They like, "Who the fuck Sosa think he is, he think he Ginobli"

I got five kids and five rings like Kobe

I was ridin' smokin' dope, then woo-woo the police

I'm eatin' good, 'member when I was so bony

When you gettin' money, niggas swear that you act so phony

I ain't goin' nowhere, baby girl, so please don't sleep on me

I got my forty, I got my homies

Them be my brodies, I mean my GLOdies

And they some gloyalty

Niggas ain't loyal, niggas no loyalty

Bitch, I'm in the stu

I'm working, I need to get a coupe

Need a 'rari, and a Bugatti

Need a gun with a few bodies

Need some Benjis in my pocket

Need my fuckin' rocket like I'm Yao

I need a house with ten models

I need some weed and some bottles

Louie Bag Chief Keef & 12Million

Ay, ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay, ay, ay

Ay

I got lots of cash in this Louis bag

I got pistols in this Gucci bag (bang, bang)

I can't trust a chick, they fuck you for a Gucci bag (thotty!)

Fuck that shit, I spent three-thousand on a Louis bag (cash)

Why, bitch? 'Cause I get that Louis cash (that Louis cash)

Don't make me up this pistol out this Louis bag (pistol out that Louie bag)

And get blood on my Louis bag (get blood on my Louis bag)

I'm shooting slugs out the Louis bag (slugs out that Louis bag)

Bitch, I ain't no postman, I'm the movie man (I'm the movie man)

Got clips like the movie man (clips like the movie man)

Come through niggas moving man (niggas moving man)

We ain't foenem, we shooting man (we shooting man)

At your top (At your top, ay)

Shooting up out the tee top (shooting up out the tee top, ay)

Coming through your block, gratata (gratata)

With the choppa, Waka Flocka (Waka Flocka)

You was gambling with your life, find me back (find me back)

If that nigga owe me he gon' pay me back (he gon' pay me back, ay)

Pull up in the foreign (foreign)

All the bad bitches going (all the bad bitches going)

Where we going, bitch we touring (where we going, bitch we touring)

Pro'ly won't be back 'til the morning, I'm just playin', or next year (Next year)

Gotta get some gifts (gotta get some gifts)

Gotta get 160 mil (160 mil)

I got lots of cash in this Louis bag

I got pistols in this Gucci bag (Gucci bag, nigga)

I can't trust a bitch, they fuck you for a Gucci bag (Fuck you for a Gucci bag, nigga)

Fuck that shit, I spent three-thousand on a Louis bag (Spent it on that Louis bag, nigga)

Why, bitch? 'Cause I get that Louis cash ('Cause I get that Louis cash, nigga)

Don't make me up this pistol out this Louis bag (out this Louis bag, nigga)

And get blood on my Louis bag (blood on my Louis bag)

I'm shooting slugs out the Louis bag (slugs out the Louis bag)

Mirror lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million

I'm 'bout my check, Nike Air (Air)

I am so unfair (Fair)

I think you need a chair (Chair)

Waiting on me to fail (Fail)

You say you seen some money (Money)

Nigga, tell me where (Where)

Is it over there? (There)

Or is it in here? (Here)

I'm going overseas (Seas), I'm so used to Navy Pier (Pier)

My car from overseas (Seas), at the light, bitches stare (Stare)

But I don't really care (Care)

Hop out, look at my gear (Gear)

I see Almighty Sosa (Sosa) as I look in the mirror (The mirror)

I get money, bitch, I'm serious (Serious)

Riding fast, my car so fierce (Fierce)

My car, bet my cops so furious (Furious)

My car bad like a little kid (Kid)

I beat my bitches like my kids (Kids)

I treat these niggas like my kids (Like my kids)

Your inquires serious and I'm so serious (So serious)

Know I'm riding and I'm so feared

And I'm so weird

'Member posted on the block (Block)

Selling D to every motherfucking club (Club) that I see (I see)

I be pulling up in the 'rari ('rari), felon-ney-ney

Walking up in the clubs (Clubs), they're with me-me

Walking up in them stores (Store) buying everything I see (I see)

In the jewelry store, get my diamonds tested (Tested), everything icy (Icy)

Then I take a look up at ya, everything sheisty (Sheisty)

The Balenciagas super big, man, everything Nike (Nike)

I'm 'bout my check, Nike Air (Air)

I am so unfair

I think you need a chair (Chair)

Waiting on me to fail (Waiting on me to fail)

You say you seen some money (Money)

Nigga, tell me where (Nigga, tell me where)

Is it over there? (There)

Or is it in here? (Or is it in here?)

I'm going overseas (Seas), I'm so used to Navy Pier (Used to Navy Pier)

My car from overseas (Seas), at the light, bitches stare (Bitches stare)

But I don't really care (Care)

Hop out, look at my gear (Gear)

I see Almighty Sosa (Sosa) as I look in the mirror (The mirror)

Take a look up in the mirror, I see me (I see me)

I don't wanna be nobody, I be me (Bitch, I be me)

Who your bitch going to see, nigga? Pro'ly me (Pro'ly me)

And she Spanish so you know she papi me (Papi me)

Can't come to the mansion, told her lobby me (Told her lobby me)

Then we walk up in there told her Harley me (Told her Harley me)

And then when we finish you know I be clean (You know I be clean)

Out the door, in my car, riding mean (Riding mean)

She was on top of me and topping me (And topping me)

I was counting money in the money machine (In the money machine)

Don't give a fuck if you a train, ain't no stopping me (Ain't no stopping me)

And I ain't gon' be on time, so ain't no clocking me (Ain't no clocking me)

"Sosa is you rollin'?" Bitch, I might be (Bitch, I might be)

Nah, baby, I just do it just like Nike (Just like Nike)

And baby, that money flowing let me wifey (Let me wifey)

All you can do is suck and Skype me (Skype me)

I'm 'bout my check, Nike Air

I am so unfair (Fair)

I think you need a chair (A chair)

Waiting on me to fail (Waiting on me to fail)

You say you seen some money (Money)

Nigga, tell me where (Nigga, tell me where)

Is it over there? (There)

Or is it in here? (Or is it in here?)

I'm going overseas (Seas), I'm so used to Navy Pier (Used to Navy Pier)

My car from overseas (Seas), at the light, bitches stare (At the light, bitches stares)

But I don't really care (Care)

Hop out, look at my gear (Gear)

I see Almighty Sosa (Sosa) as I look in the mirror (The mirror)

Take Me Down lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million (feat. Chaboki)

I hope these drugs don't take me down

I pray to God that I will wake from this sleep that's so sound

I make Ross makes all these rounds

When I get high on these drugs 'cause I hate being down

Me and my brothers will always ride around town

Looking for the next ho we finna take down

I hope these drugs don't take me down

I hope these drugs don't take me now

Lay back while I fuck up these racks

Maybach, they ain't flexing like that

Pay up if you owe me with that

Me, broke? Oh no, never that

Drugs what I take, man, they heal all the pain

Drugs what I sell, man, to give me some pay

Yeah, I'm been drinkin', no apple, no map'

I be so high, I don't care what they say

Getting this chicken, watch me go to ape

You should be hustling but you out instead

You looking for me, well I am way up ahead

I'll be so high, man, I'm so close to dead

Ray-bans on my face, my eyes be so red

Smoke on the water trying to clear my head

Pour me a cup of that purple and red

I hope these drugs don't take me down

I pray to God that I will wake from this sleep that's so sound

I make Ross makes all these rounds

When I get high on these drugs 'cause I hate being down

Me and my brothers will always ride around town

Looking for the next ho we finna take down

I hope these drugs don't take me down

I hope these drugs don't take me now

High off a blunt and I ain't smoked in months

I take off on them all, leave 'em in the dust

There is no man that I feel I can trust

Get me my glizzy, I'll pop, let it bust

I be turned up, man, I don't give a fuck

I be in yo hood poppin' out the cuts

Getting this cash is a must

Hope I don't die of these drugs

I just love drugs, man, I can't get enough

Pour me more up, man, I love me this stuff

She been turned on and she fuck me for drugs

I got it, she want it, I give it to her

Take it, she want it, good riddance to her

She high or she low, ain't no middle to her

Amount that she takin' get bigger to her

Ain't no care that she hurt

I hope these drugs don't take me down

I pray to God that I will wake from this sleep that's so sound

I make Ross makes all these rounds

When I get high on these drugs 'cause I hate being down

Me and my brothers will always ride around town

Looking for the next ho we finna take down

I hope these drugs don't take me down

I hope these drugs don't take me now

mixtape: The Leek, Vol. 3 (2015)

• That Be Me
• Born To Flex
• Bitch Stop Calling
• Walnuts
• Un Un
• That's It
• Lady Gaga
• Thots Gone Krazy
• Psych Ward
• Oh My Goodness
• Lucky Bastard
• Time Up
• Aw Shit
• This Bitch
• Fever 

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

mixtape: Finally Rolling 2 (2015)

• Stuntin Like My Mama
• Foes
• Black Ops
• Law & Order
• Who Dat
• Obama
• Flattered
• Gettin Wild
• Get Your Mind Right
• Chicago Zoo
• Early Morning Getting It
• I'm Da Man
• X
• Madder (No DJ Bonus Track)
• In Your Face
• Flex
• Dismiss
• Jumanji
• Where Ya At
• K (No DJ Bonus Track) 

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