Wake Up lyrics - Chief Keef

When I wake up up in the morning I brush my teeth

When I wake up up in the morning I'm countin Gs

When I wake up in the morning Kay Kay over me

You want beef? Better warm it 'cause my pole with me

When I wake up I'm glad to see another day

You wanna play? Let my choppa spray

Pull up on homie like andale

I ain't got no time to conversate

When I wake up up in the morning I'm on the dough

Get my check then I'm out the door

You ain't talm 'bout a check then it's time to go

Rambo with these 9's and these foes

Chiraq where you find me at

Big house where my drugs be at

On me where my gun be at

So you better not try me jack

On me where my baby at

On me where your lady at

On me where my K be at

I'm never lonely I'm a spray your ass

When I wake up up in the morning I brush my teeth

When I wake up up in the morning I'm countin Gs

When I wake up in the morning Kay Kay over me

You want beef? Better warm it 'cause my pole with me

When I wake up I'm glad to see another day

You wanna play? Let my choppa spray

Pull up on homie like andale

I ain't got no time to conversate

Say I got cash on my head

She say she want cash and I laughed

Say I got the cash on my act

Try to take my cash your ass grass

They say you got respect with the tec

That's why I got the tec on my "S"

It's like I got a "S" on my chest

'Cause I got a "M" on my whip

Put that bitch on "M" your ass cooked

Taking off on him hoe I look

They heard I got them "M's" I want billions

So I can have some "M's" for my children

When I wake up up in the morning I brush my teeth

When I wake up up in the morning I'm countin Gs

When I wake up in the morning Kay Kay over me

You want beef? Better warm it cause my pole with me

When I wake up I'm glad to see another day

You wanna play? Let my choppa spray

Pull up on homie like andale

I ain't got no time to conversate

When I wake up up in the morning I brush my teeth

When I wake up up in the morning I'm countin Gs

When I wake up in the morning Kay Kay over me

Can't Catch 'Em lyrics - Chief Keef

Damn, my

Fuck 'em, okay

Catch 'em, can't catch 'em (grah)

Catch 'em, can't catch 'em

Catch 'em, (can't, can't)

Catch 'em, can't catch 'em

If I stretched her, she ain't special

It's endings to this shit with this .50, it ain't levels

Fuck the runners, and their medals

Gold diggers, and their shovels

I ain't ever going broke, that's never, say never

Catch 'em, can't catch 'em

My car's too special

My house too big

So thots be stretchin

And I live there by myself

Me and a lot of weapons

Money to buy whatever

Surrounded by lots of protection

Nigga say he want it beef, then slide then (phew, phew)

I'm in a car driving fast, no license with the pipe and (phew, phew)

'Member I used to fuck around, had a white hand (phew, phew)

I got my money in this Louie Suitcase but it's trifling (phew)

'Cause I done spilled codeine all over it

And I was rolling weed all over it

2000 Ford with LV's all over it

I really don't fuck with G's if y'all ain't notice it

Catch 'em, can't catch 'em

If I stretched her, she ain't special

It's endings to this shit with this .50, it ain't levels

Fuck the runners, and their medals

Gold diggers, and their shovels

I ain't ever going broke, that's never, say never

Catch 'em, can't catch 'em

My car's too special

My house too big

So thots be stretchin

And I live there by myself

Me and a lot of weapons

Money to buy whatever

Surrounded by lots of protection

Foreigns lyrics - Chief Keef

All these foreigns, all these foreigns

My house, tell me what you see

Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns

My house, tell me what you see

All these

Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns

Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns

Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns

All these foreigns

Take a look outside my house, tell me what you see

Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns

Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns

Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns

All these foreigns, all these foreigns

All these foreigns, all these f-...

All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns

All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns

All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns

All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns

All these

Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns

Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns

Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns

Take a look outside my house, tell me what you see

Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns

Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns

Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns

Bitch, I'm riding in the house, it ain't nothing to me

Foreigns, foreigns

When I pull off in my foreign, that bitch sound like a thunderstorm

All this ice it got me cold bitch, like where my undergarments

I'm smoking earth, I think it's foreign, this shit smell like underarms

That bitch ain't wanna give me top, I fired that bitch now that bitch unemployed

I can have anything I want in this world, from Bugatti to a Rolls-Royce

Now I'm finna buy a Maybach, ain't have to say that, but I'm shitting on you lil' boys

All these foreigns I need for rehab, so for foreigns, I got a warrant

And 'cause I got all these foreigns, I got all these thotties going

She say she miss Chinese, but he think his thottie foreign

I'm riding smoking on weed, call me Sosa Marley Foreign

That bitch a hooptie but she think she Ferrari foreign

She only wanna fuck me 'cause my foreign, but boy I'm on St. Lawrence

Mercedes and Beamers, Ferraris, Bugattis

Lambos and Lotuses, Bentleys, Maybachs, please

Used to ride Nissans and steamers but God came and got me

Only thing I got American made is two SRTs

For all these foreigns, foreigns, foreigns, foreigns, foreigns, foreigns, foreigns, foreigns, foreigns

That bitch can't come to my house, meet me at the DoubleTree

And I'll be blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing, blowing

If that bitch come to the DoubleTree, tryna set up me

'Cause I need ten foreigns instead of three

I got all these foreign bitches but they scared of me

But ain't nothing to regret with me

Send my niggas on St. Lawrence, Lawrence, Lawrence, Lawrence, Lawrence, Lawrence, Lawrence out a foreign

It's just them, thirty shots be their company

Going, going, going, going, going, going, going, got a boy

I gave them some foreign guns, and some foreign weed

All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns

All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns

All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns

All these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns, all these foreigns

All these

Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns

Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns

Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns

Take a look outside my house, tell me what you see

Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns

Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns

Foreigns, foreigns, foreigns

Bitch, I'm riding in the house, it ain't nothing to me

Foreigns, foreigns

Nobody (Part II) (2015) - Chief Keef (with 12Million)

• Intro
• Tony Hawk
• Phone
• Sex With Me
• Coolin
• Born To Flex
• Andale
• Nobody Skit
• Anywhere
• WDFHDF
• Shooters
• Hit The Bank
• They Know Skit
• In The Stu
• Louie Bag
• Mirror
• Take Me Down 

Intro lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million

What up, man? It's your boy 12 Million man

Checking in live from a motherfucking mansion

Nobody 2 drops December 12, 2015

Nobody 1 dropped a 120,000 dollars ago, you know

You know this shit, I only been making beats for 3 years too, shit

I know lot of my friends done this shit they whole life

I had to separate myself from everybody, even the folks in my crib

Want to take it to the next level, y'all ain't just can't get to it

I was just making a piece on my motherfucking 300 dollar computer, you know

Now I'll be in all type of million dollar studio going

I know you all grow up listening to the same shit

Kanye West, Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa and all that shit

I got something better than all them niggas

But shit, you know I ain't no different than y'all shit

I just use my head under my feet

Tony Hawk lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million

Ay, damn, baby, look at these diamonds

Walk up in this motherfucker shining

Anything I want, I'm buying it

Tony Hawk

Walk up in this motherfucker shining, ay

Damn, baby, look at these diamonds, ay

Anything I see I want, I'm buying it

Tony Hawk, bitch, always grinding

Niggas on that hating shit, I don't mind it

Niggas know we about that violence

Seen the cops, I was hiding

Thots see me, I was sliding, ay

Ay, money be my right hand, ay

I got my Breitling on my left, ay, ay

That money be my wifey, ay

You know I ain't got no spouse, ay

Look at that ho up over there

Look at that thot, watch I get her, ay

She seen my ice then I hit her, ay

What I do? Pass her to my niggas, ay

I'm coolin' in Benihanas but I don't eat lobster

Bitch, I'm eating ten steaks, call me Sosa big pop'

Sosa 2Pac

Ridin' around the west side in Beverly Hills in a new 'rari

She know niggas will never be too sorry like Tadoe

Ay, with my bankroll

Don't get mixed in that mango

Come through chopping shit with my Johnny Dang on, ay

Walk up in this motherfucker shining, ay

Damn, baby, look at these diamonds, ay

Anything I see I want, I'm buying it

Tony Hawk, bitch, always grinding

Niggas on that hating shit, I don't mind it

Niggas know we about that violence

Seen the cops, I was hiding

Thots see me, I was sliding, ay

Phone lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million

I'm double in it

I ain't had no sleep in 'bout a week (Huh)

Got your thottie to my house, she's 'bout to freak

[?]

'Bout to freak, 'bout to freak

I ain't had no sleep in 'bout a week

Just got your thottie to my house, she's bout to freak

Fucking with her (Geek, nigga)

Beep, nigga

I ain't have no sleep in 'bout a week

Just got your thotty to my house, she's 'bout to freak

I'm fucking with whoever ride with me

Is you gon' blow your pistol? Boy, we's 'bout to see

I don't owe you, boy, I got here on my own

Back in them days, I was out here on my own

Now these boys don't like I'm on the throne

Ain't no peace treaties, boy, don't call my phone

Smokin' on Tooka with my click-clack, fuck the chit-chat

Fuck nigga, you better get back 'fore your ass get whacked

Niggas all about that chit-chat over that Internet, ay

I ain't with that damn chit-chat on that Internet, ay

Blammin' at these fuck niggas like "Bow, bow, bang", ay

And I got them damn wow-wow's in my chain, ay

Ay, and I got them damn wow-wow's in my earrings, ay

Ay, finna get them damn wow-wow's on some rings, ay

Put some wow-wow's on that range

Put some wow-wow-wow's on that motherfucking Beamer, ay

Ay, hoes say I talk like I'm from Alabama

Nah, bitch, this ain't country grammar, ay, ay, ay

Jackson just like Samuel, ay

Did you read the motherfucking manual, ay, ay

Lemme check my schedule, ay, ay

Choppa go "du-du-du", let it go

I ain't have no sleep in 'bout a week

Just got your thotty to my house, she's 'bout to freak

I'm fucking with whoever ride with me

Is you gon' blow your pistol? Boy, we's 'bout to see

I don't owe you, boy, I got here on my own

Back in them days, I was out here on my own

Now these boys don't like I'm on the throne

Ain't no peace treaties, boy, don't call my phone

Sex With Me lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million

In Beverly Hills, riding 'raris

Shawty said she wanna do some Molly

I told that bitch that I do ecstasy

Now baby, is you gon' have sex with me?

In Beverly Hills, riding 'raris

Shawty said she wanna do some Molly

I told that bitch that I do ecstasy

Now baby, is you gon' have sex with me?

Riding 'round Miami on cars

What I'm in? That fucking red 'rari

Then I take a trip to Lil Haiti

Hop out, the zoes on my safety

I was riding in a coupe

Me and Bally too

Then Ballout done brought a tool

Then we hit that other mall with a scope

Danced in it too

And I'm taking tours

I won't show up to your show

Unless you talking 'bout some rolls

I want fifty Gs

You ain't got fifty Gs, please

Don't talk to me

Bitch, don't offer me

Got thirty fucking Gs

Bitch, I got thirty in my jeans

I spent thirty on some weed

Ship it up to the city

Windy city

Got my thirty up on me

And the birdies up on me

You heard it's on me

They know that it's on me

In Beverly Hills, riding 'raris

Shawty said she wanna do some Molly

I told that bitch that I do ecstasy

Now baby, is you gon' have sex with me?

In Beverly Hills, riding 'raris

Shawty said she wanna do some Molly

I told that bitch that I do ecstasy

Now baby, is you gon' have sex with me?

I told 12 Million, Glo up

Don't get slow bucks, get Glo bucks

You be on the Glo tour bus

And we got about fifty shots

And we got about fifty thots

Think we just seen 'bout fifty opps

Time to let off fifty shots

Can you get 9 shots like 50?

Bitch, I turn a penny into 50

Gs, ay

Got young jeans in my jeans

Got that heat in my jeans

Got your bitch in my jeans

She tryna suck me

She tryna love me

I ain't got time for lovey

All I got time for is money

In Beverly Hills, riding 'raris

Shawty said she wanna do some Molly

I told that bitch that I do ecstasy

Now baby, is you gon' have sex with me?

In Beverly Hills, riding 'raris

Shawty said she wanna do some Molly

I told that bitch that I do ecstasy

Now baby, is you gon' have sex with me?

Coolin lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million

Coolin' with my youngins

Coolin' with my youngins

Still

Coolin' with my youngins

I'm still coolin' with my

Still coolin' with my

Almighty, coolin' with my

Coolin' with my

Coolin' with my

I'm still coolin' with my youngins (Bang)

It's still 300 on them motherfuckers (Bang)

Still got 300 guns (Bang)

I'm still coolin' with my youngins (Bang, bang)

They still beat like some drums (Bang, bang, bang)

Still tote 30 poppers (Bang, bang)

Shooting every block up (Bang, bang, bang, bang)

I'm boolin' with my youngins (Bang)

Bitch, coolin' with my youngins (Bang)

Smoking TuTu with my youngins (Bang)

I still pull up in that Audi (Skrrt)

You still pull up in that Honda (Skrrt)

I'm still smoking marijuana (Dope)

When the judge told me not to (Fuck)

Got a 100 thou in my pocket (Ftftftft, beep)

50 in one and 50 in the other (Racks)

They say that he gon' rob me (Nah)

But Almighty know he wasn't (Where he at?)

'Cause you know about us (Glo)

We gon' cause a massacre (Bang, bang)

Got Glocks, FNs, and choppers (Bang)

We gon' come through, damage ya (Bang, bang, bang, bang)

I'm still coolin' with my youngins (Bang)

It's still 300 on them motherfuckers (Bang)

Still got 300 guns (Bang)

I'm still coolin' with my youngins (Bang, bang)

They still beat like some drums (Bang, bang, bang)

Still tote 30 poppers (Bang, bang)

Shooting every block up (Bang, bang, bang, bang)

All I hang with is killers (Bang)

We don't snitch (Nah)

We just come through killing niggas (Bang, bang)

We don't bitch (Nah)

Smoking on this '93 fuel, bitch (Dope)

Me and my youngins fuck you and your crew, bitch (Glo)

Pistols aimed at you, bitch (Bang, bang)

I'm still coolin' with my youngins (Bang)

It's still 300 on them motherfuckers (Bang)

Still got 300 guns (Bang)

I'm still coolin' with my youngins (Bang, bang)

They still beat like some drums (Bang, bang, bang)

Still tote 30 poppers (Bang, bang)

Shooting every block up (Bang, bang, bang, bang)

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)

Andale lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million

Little bitch, I got Ps for the low

Little bitch, I got keys to the door

I then got indicted already, I don't give a fuck

The police pulled me over, I'm shooting shit up

Bitch, I got verses for the high

You ain't got that verse money, then fuck nigga bye

My bitch bi, I'm straight

Then I get that cake, andale

Pull up on your bitch, like skudda skuh

Told the bitch, is you gon' hop in or what?

I know you wanna smoke this bud

I know you wanna roll with a thug

Fuck nigga wanna mean mug

Shoot his ass and his foot, then his mug

So the fuck nigga can't walk or can't talk

And I only smoke lime green, not the motherfucking rainbow

And my bankroll can't fold

Almighty Sosa, I'm saint, ho

But in God I trust, and frauds I don't fuck with, ay

But my bankroll got them rainbows, bitch

Little bitch, I got Ps for the low

Little bitch, I got keys to the door

I then got indicted already, I don't give a fuck

The police pulled me over, I'm shooting shit up

Bitch, I got verses for the high

You ain't got that verse money, then fuck nigga bye

My bitch bi, I'm straight

Then I get that cake, andale

Been trapping out grandma house

Had junkies knocking all at grandma house

Told they ass pipe down

You gon' get me in trouble, I'm only 16 now

Now I'm grown as fuck

And I got my own house

'Bout to bring a D, sold that shit out my own house

Bought a couple keys, sold that shit out my own house

Should see how I'm living now

Riding in a 'rari, riding real fast

Hop in that motherfucker, skudda skuh, doing that dash

Nah, baby, I ain't gon' crash

All I fucking do is ride Nascar

Niggas wanna take that that far

Shooting them guns like Rambo

Loaded up with that ammo

With a suitcase full of that marijuana

Little bitch, I got Ps for the low

Little bitch, I got keys to the door

I then got indicted already, I don't give a fuck

The police pulled me over, I'm shooting shit up

Bitch, I got verses for the high

You ain't got that verse money, then fuck nigga bye

My bitch bi, I'm straight

Then I get that cake, andale

Nobody Skit lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million (feat. Kanye West)

[12Hunna:]

Ain't nobody ever rest their hand out to me in this industry, y'all

You know how they finesse everything

'Cause of that shit, I felt like I need to separate myself from everybody

Don't let nobody come around me

Don't let nobody learn from me

I can't even a make beat around nobody these days

You know how thirsty nigga is

Came up in this shit with nobody

So, shit, I don't need nobody now

Anywhere lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million

Pull that shit

They got all the fuckin' shit

Make it harder for that shit

Make it harder for that

Make it harder for that shit

Make it harder for that

Make it... I go anywhere, ay

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

Skrrt, sk-sk-skrrt, skrrt, sk-skrrt, sk-sk-skrrt

Skrrt, skrrt, ay, ay, ay

I go anywhere for some fees (For some fees)

I go anywhere smoking trees (Smoking trees)

I go anywhere with my Gs (With my Gs)

G-L-O-G-A-N-G (G-L-O-G-A-N-G)

I go anywhere for some cheese (For some cheese)

I go anywhere we can meet (We can meet)

I go everywhere with my heat (With my heat)

I go everywhere with my piece (With my pieces)

Look at my pieces (Look at my pieces)

The diamonds turn to pieces (Diamonds turn to pieces)

It's all up in my necklace (All up in my necklace)

I feel like I'm neckless (I think that I'm neckless)

Bitch, I'm a genius (A genius)

I gotta thank Jesus (Jesus)

Jesus (Jesus)

When you getting money, they hate you (They hate you, hate)

I don't give a fuck (Give a motherfuck)

I still keep my pistol tucked (motherfucking pistol tucked)

I still let my pistol blow (My pistol blow)

And I still hop in my truck (In my truck, hmm)

I go anywhere for some fees

I go anywhere smoking trees

I go anywhere with my Gs (With my Gs, with my...)

G-L-O-G-A-N-G (N-G)

I go anywhere for some cheese (For some cheese)

I go anywhere we can meet (We can meet)

I go everywhere with my heat (With my heat)

I go everywhere with my piece (With my piece)

I'm off this dope, I be fiending (Be fiending)

Go to sleep, I be dreaming (dreaming)

Of a hundred fucking bills (Bills)

Hundred fucking mills (Them M's)

I don't fuck with niggas (Naw)

But I be fucking these bitches (Thots)

I be riding in Bentleys (Sk-sk-skrrt)

That ain't shit to me (Yeah)

I be fucking all the women (The women)

Now that I get Benjis (Benjis)

When I was broke (I was broke)

I swear I think that I was a joke (Swear that I think I was a joke)

I go anywhere for some fees (Some fees)

I go anywhere smoking trees (Smoking trees)

I go anywhere with my Gs (Bang bang)

G-L-O-G-A-N-G (Gang gang)

I go anywhere for some cheese (For some cheese)

I go anywhere we can meet (We can meet right now)

I go everywhere with my heat (With my heat right now)

I go everywhere with my piece (With my pieces)

WDFHDF lyrics - Chief Keef & 12Million

What da fuck, how da fuck did you let your friends come, ay

In between us and what we've done

How da fuck, what da fuck your thot thought this shit was, ay

Nigga dream money, get you big money

How da fuck, what da fuck, Sosa got that good stuff

Since I smoked that good pack, ay, I won't look back

What da fuck, how da fuck you fit those subs on yo trunk

Baby, I got the tool in it, bitch, I'm the mechanic

I'm the mechanic, one-eyed bandit

Fix this shit with all-white linen

I done got my diamonds dirty now I got to go and clean them

Pulled up, bitch, what's happening

Bitch, she's down to hop in traffic

Walk up in the stores, I'm cashin'

Then I'm walking the fuck up out it

Niggas faggots, bitches maggots

Riding fast, thought it was tragic

Love Ben Franklins, thought it was magic

Uncle Sammy, bitch, I'm taxin'

Bling bling, racks in my jeans

Bling bling, look at my ring

Bling bling, look at my chain

Ring ring with my ring

Smoke K.I., smoke Tooka, K.I. was a shooter

And I'm Almighty but I got on fuckin' Buddhas

300 for these this Trueys

500 for the new ones

I riding with my boo thang

Finna pick up my new thang

What da fuck, how da fuck did you let your friends come, ay

In between us and what we've done

How da fuck, what da fuck your thot thought this shit was, ay

Nigga dream money, get you big money

How da fuck, what da fuck, Sosa got that good stuff

Since I smoked that good pack, ay, I won't look back

What da fuck, how da fuck you fit those subs on yo trunk

Baby, I got the tool in it, bitch, I'm the mechanic

Had to paint my car red, fire red

Pull a hoe like, "Aw shit"

Talk shit, niggas like to talk shit

'Cause they walkin', aw shit

Pull up on them bitches like, "Aw shit"

This dope got me coughin'

Thought I was going up in a coffin

Aw shit, what them niggas say when we pull up sparkin'?

We ain't parkin'

Got a bad ass bitch riding for me

What da fuck, how da fuck did you let your friends come, ay

In between us and what we've done

How da fuck, what da fuck your thot thought this shit was, ay

Nigga dream money, get you big money

How da fuck, what da fuck, Sosa got that good stuff

Since I smoked that good pack, ay, I won't look back

What da fuck, how da fuck you fit those subs on yo trunk

Baby, I got the tool in it, bitch, I'm the mechanic

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