Got lyrics - Chief Keef

I'm wall climbing, on the rocks

You want problems, what you wanna box?

You got the time? You got the clocks?

You got your 9? You got your Glock?

You got your house?

You got a car?

You got some money?

You got a knot?

I wanna know, tell me what you got

I already know, that ain't what you got

Pull up i8, put up your Hemi

I got the chopper, I got the semi

My little niggas will snatch you out your Fendi

Guns with the Terror Squad call em' Martin and Remy

I ain't a player I crush a lot, call me Big Pun

'Cause she can't get in my pool, she call me boring

I be smoking weed a lot, I bought a foreign

Hoe I know you called two times, bitch I'm ignoring

I got 8 hoes in my house, I Flava Flav em'

Doing 80 down my block like fuck the neighbors

They say my car is like I hit the neighbors with tasers

I hit my arsenal like White Castles, bitch what you cravin'?

I'm wall climbing, on the rocks

You want problems, what you wanna box?

You got the time? You got the clocks?

You got your 9? You got your Glock?

You got your house?

You got a car?

You got some money?

You got a knot?

I wanna know, tell me what you got

I already know, that ain't what you got

I already know you don't wanna smoke

You already know I'm riding in a boat

Like a [?] with a cantaloupe you already know that I'm in the dough

In the Gucci store Sosa for the 4, yeah you know how I get it hoe

Hit the block car look like a shotgun you know how I'm bending hoe

Hit the Louis store and you know I paid a couple thousand for some penny loafers

Went in Barneys and saw a all red pair of Margielas and I'm like gimmie those

Aye if you want my house shoes went in the Nike store, give me like 50 of those

100 hoes in the house, but you know Chief So' fucked like 50 of those

He came with an ounce, I need more than that, well at least about 50 of those

Don't fuck kiddy hoes, why they act like that, only Lord really knows

Hey what's the deal-eo?

'Member having snot nose, chain got a pissy nose

Booling with the gang

I ain't got time for these [?] silly hoes

I'm wall climbing, on the rocks

You want problems, what you wanna box?

You got the time? You got the clocks?

You got your 9? You got your Glock?

You got your house?

You got a car?

You got some money?

You got a knot?

I wanna know, tell me what you got

I already know, that ain't what you got

Beethoven lyrics - Chief Keef

This pistol sing like Beethoven, Beethoven

This pistol beat like Zaytoven, Zaytoven

These pistols sing like Beethoven, Beethoven

This pistol beat like Zaytoven, Zaytoven

What's up in my bank roll? Rainbows

Like Wop and Flash I hate hoes, I hate hoes

$2000 for my rain coat, my rain coat

I'm down for life like Fabo, like Fabo

They always gossiping, I hate hoes, I hate hoes

I'm smoking on the lime green out the rainbows

Pour 6 in my cotton candy Faygo

I swear this shit darker than my uncle Lano

And I swear my uncle Lano is a black motherfucker

They see Chief So, they like there go that fat motherfucker

What is it you spin, bitch it's crack motherfucker

I ain't talkin' to vis I got that act motherfucker

And this Mac motherfucker

This pistol sing like Beethoven, Beethoven

This pistol beat like Zaytoven, Zaytoven

These pistols sing like Beethoven, Beethoven

This pistol beat like Zaytoven, Zaytoven

What's up in my bank roll? Rainbows

Like Wop and Flash I hate hoes, I hate hoes

$2000 for my rain coat, my rain coat

I'm down for life like Fabo, like Fabo

Who that at my door, that's Tadoe

Them folks ain't bring the pesos? My day blows

How I turn shit up, yeah the speakers, they blow

Sosa turn shit up, they say he tweaking, they know

Only time I chase is at the bank, ain't got time to chase hoes

NDC I need some poles, meet me at the Fuego's

I take 'em and box 'em up, these hoes I crate those

Ever since my niggas died I'm flexing you know I can't go

Poured up stuntin' I'm gon' show out

I took your money it was a no show, ouch

You got the right money, I come through standing on the couch

For these other niggas, no I cannot vouch

All this money, I'm a kangaroo, it's in my pouch

Bitches in my house, tell 'em hoes get out

Hop out, bow down, boy respect me now

You would think that I was Wop, how my wrists bling blaw

This pistol sing like Beethoven, Beethoven

This pistol beat like Zaytoven, Zaytoven

These pistols sing like Beethoven, Beethoven

This pistol beat like Zaytoven, Zaytoven

What's up in my bank roll? Rainbows

Like Wop and Flash I hate hoes, I hate hoes

$2000 for my rain coat, my rain coat

I'm down for life like Fabo, like Fabo

Dakota lyrics - Chief Keef

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bang, bang-bang

Bang-bang, bang-bang, bang-bang

Gang-gang, bang-bang

Sosa baby

Blood Gang, baby

GBE, baby

I roll up a 14 and smoke it

Lying, saying getting money, man, you bogus

I'm off this drink, smoking dope, I'm so focused

Pop a X and I feel like hocus pocus

Gamble with your life, boy, this ain't no poker

I'm laughing at these niggas like the Joker

Pull up flex, what? Yeah, stoned, I'm a roller

Count some checks, get some neck from a bitch named Dakota

I flex, yeah, get some checks, hoe say I make her kitty wet

I got craft and I be havin' it like Kravitz, yeah, that Lenny, man

I'm the type that piss on all my fucking mini, man

My neck looking pissy, got these niggas looking shitty, man

I'm sipping on this drink, let me calm down before I O.D., man

Got my best friend but I'm still the fucking Gloly man

Since I hit the top I swear I'm a lonely man

Got a 100 shots for 20, 30, 40 men

Don't bring me Qualitest, I don't want that in my tummy, man

Future Codeine Crazy, bitch, I'm Breitling crazy, fuck your Rollie, man

Riding in that great white, slap your ass like Mick Foley, man

I walk up in the party and do my Glock .40 dance

I roll up a 14 and smoke it

Lying, saying getting money, man, you bogus

I'm off this drink, smoking dope, I'm so focused

Pop a X and I feel like hocus pocus

Gamble with your life, boy, this ain't no poker

I'm laughing at these niggas like the Joker

Pull up flex, what? Yeah, stoned, I'm a roller

Count some checks, get some neck from a bitch named Dakota

[Chief Keef:]

It's G-L-O-G-A-N-G, you say Glo, you gotta see me

Want a verse? P-A-Y Chief Keef

Your hoe will be glad to meet me

Hold up, my car got to pee-pee

Pull up, what I'm repping BD

You know that I got the tree tree

Like Dexter, I got the DD

In my watch I got the VVs

Gang on my back I got the GG

Phone ringing got the Keke

Phone ringing got the Tee Tee

I'm too turned yeah I'm so TT'd

Pistols sound like a TNT

Pull up on them niggas, beep-beep

Let the Glock show them his Wee Wee

I went to go and pick Riri with my other bitch named Tee Tee

In the process met a hoe named Lee Lee, she's pleased to meet me

I'm riding in that ugly Mitsu

She gave me top, it was a sweet thing

I told her bitch don't try to read the tats on me they're not for reading

I roll up a 14 and smoke it

Lying, saying getting money, man, you bogus

I'm off this drink, smoking dope, I'm so focused

Pop a X and I feel like hocus pocus

Gamble with your life, boy, this ain't no poker

I'm laughing at these niggas like the Joker

Pull up flex, what? Yeah, stoned, I'm a roller

Count some checks, get some neck from a bitch named Dakota

Opponent lyrics - Chief Keef

Zaytoven

Ay, ay

Bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, ay

She's a very bad bitch, I saw her on the corner

That ain't my bitch, I just wanna fuck her mama

Xbox shit, I'm the only one

And they scream, "That's my shit," every time they cut me on it

Came in the trap, on the floor goes the money

Ho bust a loud pack and I put a lighter on it

How my doors flap, I be thinking I'm a hornet

Where he at? I'm gon' have to kill my opponent

You said I ain't getting money, what you talking 'bout?

I remember, used to live at my mom's house

Now I'm living large, got a nice house

In the mansion, man, I had to get the mice out

Tell her, "Baby girl, who told you bring my pipe out?"

This bitch tripping 'cause I cut the lights out

She cooking chickens in my shit ,got the rice out

Thirty-five for a show, tell 'em right now

When I went up in the club, have my ice out

I'm blinging and they got the fucking lights out

Call Desperado for the chrome

He put the auto to your dome

Call Cabo for a caper, he like, "Right now?"

I'm like, "Right now, this nigga got his ice out"

Me and JusGlo riding strong

We'll have you waiting thirty hours long

She's a very bad bitch, I saw her on the corner

That ain't my bitch, I just wanna fuck her mama

Xbox shit, I'm the only one

And they scream, "That's my shit," every time they cut me on it

Came in the trap, on the floor goes the money

Ho bust a loud pack and I put a lighter on it

How my doors flap, I be thinking I'm a hornet

Where he at? I'm gon' have to kill my opponent

You got a very freaky mama, we can do a slumber

She asked for my number, gave her the jack, lumber

Rolling in the uh-huh, they like, "There go Obama"

Rolling of that uh-uh, bitch, I can't even mumble

This bitch trippin' off of nothin', told that bitch stumble

I'ma get this money, you'll see how the cookie crumble

Go and fall, bitch, I won't be there to catch you

Go and sneeze, bitch, ain't gon' be there to bless you

Twenty grand my i8 can beat your Tesla

Foreign came ready, I'm like, "I just have to test it"

Bitch, so what? Look like I'm riding in a vessel

I saw that motherfucker and I'm like, "I gotta get 'em"

She's a very bad bitch, I saw her on the corner

That ain't my bitch, I just wanna fuck her mama

Xbox shit, I'm the only one

And they scream, "That's my shit," every time they cut me on it

Came in the trap, on the floor goes the money

Ho bust a loud pack and I put a lighter on it

How my doors flap, I be thinking I'm a hornet

Where he at? I'm gon' have to kill my opponent

Kill my opponent, kill my opponent

Where he at? I'm gon' have to kill my opponent

Kill my opponent, kill my opponent

Where he at? I'm gon' have to kill my opponent

I'ma do his flap, think that I'm haunted

I'ma do his flap, think, shit, I'm haunted

I'ma do his flap, girl, think that I'm haunted

Ay, ay, I think that I'm haunted

Rap About It lyrics - Chief Keef

Zaytoven

ZayTiggy, ay

What's goin' on, man?

ZayTiggy, wah'gwan?

ZayTiggy, wah'gwan?

What's goin' on?

Nigga, sit your ass down (Nigga, sit your ass down)

Man, what is you? A class clown? (You a class clown?)

I'm smoking out the pound right now (Out the motherfuckin' pound)

I'm on the mic right now like

Man, what the fuck I'm finna rap about?

What I'm finna rap about?

What I'm finna rap about?

Man, what I'm finna rap about? Hey

What I'm finna rap about?

What I'm finna rap about?

What I'm finna rap about?

Man, what I'm finna rap about?

The money, I'ma rap 'bout that

I know niggas get the money and make it all stretch

The lavish lifestyle, I'm gon' preach 'bout that

'Cause I done been up in the streets, I did it already

This bitch say she want some Tiffany's

I told her, "You want you a Christmas tree"

Told that ho I'ma rap about that

She like, "I know you ain't kidding with me"

Me and my little niggas hot sauce

They give me something to rap 'bout

They're gon' come with stock clip

They're gon' fuck around, put the mop on

little bitch calling my phone

Told that bitch that I'm not home

Told that bitch I'ma rap 'bout that

I can't leave it alone

Come through S-Apollo, you can get a hollow

I just hit the lotto, I'm Otto with the auto

Nigga, sit your ass down (Nigga, sit your ass down)

Man, what is you? A class clown? (You a class clown?)

I'm smoking out the pound right now (Out the motherfuckin' pound)

I'm on the mic right now like

Man, what the fuck I'm finna rap about?

What I'm finna rap about?

What I'm finna rap about?

Man, what I'm finna rap about? Hey

What I'm finna rap about?

What I'm finna rap about?

What I'm finna rap about?

Man, what I'm finna rap about?

These bitches, I should rap about that

She tried to take my money, I should slap her 'bout that

She say these niggas dummies, I know nothing 'bout that

I come from the slums, bitch, we rumbled 'bout that

Back to rapping 'bout the money, you get crumbled 'bout that

Wrap you like a funnel, you get tunneled 'bout that

I gave that bitch a hundred, bitch, be humble bout that

She like, "I know sugar daddies," I don't give a fuck about that

She like, "So', you real, and I love you 'bout that"

You so damn crazy, I'm gon' fuck you 'bout that

"You ain't nothing like these clowns, I'ma suck you 'bout that"

Nigga, sit your ass down, you ain't nothing like that

Nigga, sit your ass down

Man, what is you? A class clown?

I'm smoking out the pound right now

I'm on the mic right now like

Man, what the fuck I'm finna rap about?

What I'm finna rap about?

What I'm finna rap about?

Man, what I'm finna rap about? Hey

What I'm finna rap about?

What I'm finna rap about?

What I'm finna rap about?

Man, what I'm finna rap about?

Check It Out lyrics - Chief Keef

Zaytoven

Ay, check it out, nigga

Check it out, nigga, ay, ay

Bang, Sos', baby, yeah, baby

Ay, go, ay, go, pew, pew

Ay, go, yeah, baby

Ay, go, go

You got some money for me? Check it out

I'm icy, know I had to bring the necklace out

I saw a bitch, I told that bitch to check it out

I hop up out the car, she wanna check me out

I'm in your city for a day, bitch, check it out

Too late, bitch, I'm already checking out

The cops pull up on me, they're like, "Check it out"

Glad my shit was tucked and I ain't have the weapon out

Hit the dealership like, "Check it out, my doors creep me out"

Told my Glock .40, "Ay, check it out, these hoes creep me out"

These niggas eat these hoes out, ay, these hoes eat me out

These bitches be geeking every time their ass see me out

Want smoke, check it out, checking in, checking out

Check it out, my whip sound like he just went to bed just now

It said vroom, sound like it was snoring, had to check it out

Check in at the doctor, get the script, then I'm checking out

You got some money for me? Check it out

I'm icy, know I had to bring the necklace out

I saw a bitch, I told that bitch to check it out

I hop up out the car, she wanna check me out

I'm in your city for a day, bitch, check it out

Too late, bitch, I'm already checking out

The cops pull up on me, they're like, "Check it out"

Glad my shit was tucked and I ain't have the weapon out

Hit the doctor for a checkup then I'm checking out

Why you steady looking at me? Bitch, check it out

She step outside the box then I check her out

Like a halfway house, I'm checking in, checking out

I'm checking my car for bugs, checking my car for dubs

I'm checking my car for change just to give to the club

Foenem check the spot out, we gon' come through, line 'em up

Check 'em in a torture house, drown his ass, tie him up

I check my money, better be right when I count it up

I go to sleep, what the fuck I see? Cap and Blood

Foenem said they had to check and make sure that I'm acting up

Feet hit the concrete, hopping out the swan doors

I got a package coming in, I was checking the time for it

These Louis shades, little mama, these ain't no Tom Fords

Your bitch was checking me out, soon as I walked in the door

I was checking for racks, for cheese, for green, for lawn mowers

Go and get some Margielas, no need to see the Concords

I'm checking for cowards, for boolers, the shooters, the nine blowers

I'm checking on foenem, they're cooling, they're booling with nine whores

Smoking on dope, I'm cooling, I be smoking that mind blower

I come through, I'm checking on checks, yeah, I'm checking for mine, boy

I ain't checking for hoes, I get my box and check up, boy

I ain't checking for you, you sitting on your ass, get up, boy

I'm checkin' Saks and bill direct, Margielas and marble floors

You got some money for me? Check it out

I'm icy, know I had to bring the necklace out

I saw a bitch, I told that bitch to check it out

I hop up out the car, she wanna check me out

I'm in your city for a day, bitch, check it out

Too late, bitch, I'm already checking out

The cops pull up on me, they're like, "Check it out"

Glad my shit was tucked and I ain't have the weapon out

X-Men lyrics - Chief Keef

Zaytoven

Ay, Cyclops

I'm goin' Cyclops, nigga

I'm goin' Cyclops, nigga

Cyclops, nigga

I'm goin' Cyclops, nigga

I'm goin' Cyclops

I'm goin' Cyclops, nigga

Let's get it

I'm goin' Cyclops, nigga

Let's get it

Cyclops, nigga, bang

Cyclops, Wolverine, Storm, Magneto

Pull up like Professor X and I got my grey jeans on

I ride up like Iceman, I hop out like Sabertooth

I come through like Rouge, boy, I ain't finna play with you

X-Men (X-Men), X-Men (X-Men)

X-Men (X-Men), I think I'm with X-Men

I think I'm with the X-Men (X-Men)

I'm an X-Men member (An X-Men member)

Nigga, I'm an X-Men member

Since you blue, you can be Raven Mystique

This bitch Toad how she's licking on me, ay

Bitch, I'm Pyro, therefore heater on me

Can't trust a bitch, she do you like Jubilee

I don't care if she's fine as Jean Grey

I know she got that Kitty Pryde but she gon' let me bang

That bitch is a Lady Deathstrike

You should know X-Men like left, right

Cyclops, Wolverine, Storm, Magneto

Pull up like Professor X and I got my grey jeans on

I ride up like Iceman, I hop out like Sabertooth

I come through like Rouge, boy, I ain't finna play with you

X-Men (X-Men), X-Men (X-Men)

X-Men (X-Men), I think I'm with X-Men

I think I'm with the X-Men (X-Men)

I'm an X-Men member (An X-Men member)

Nigga, I'm an X-Men member

Bitch says that she's bad I'm like, "Stop it"

That's like saying Batman versus Robin

I know we talking X-Men, but I'ma switch it over

I pulled up laughing like Joker, your bitch, she's doing yoga

I know that I'm a X-Men, ain't I?

But my car got a Batman fender, ay

That bitch, I been hit that, man

I got her in my car and she hoppin' out like she got some Batman in her

I come through Kamehameha like Goku

I'm flexing like Gohan at a damn photoshoot

If I turn to Piccolo, you tofu

Bitch my name Vegeta, I don't know you ('Cause you so fu')

This the trilogy and you the last man standing

Days of future past, you's a damn origin

My life's a movie, widescreen

I think I got an X on my timepiece (Bang)

Cyclops, Wolverine, Storm, Magneto

Pull up like Professor X and I got my grey jeans on

I ride up like Iceman, I hop out like Sabertooth

I come through like Rouge, boy, I ain't finna play with you

X-Men (X-Men), X-Men (X-Men)

X-Men (X-Men), I think I'm with X-Men

I think I'm with the X-Men (X-Men)

I'm an X-Men member (An X-Men member)

Nigga, I'm an X-Men member

The Leek 5 (2016)

• She A Freak
• Can't Wait
• New Trap
• Office
• Cocky
• Rounds
• Traumatized
• Mac 10
• Almoney
• Excited
• Pardon Em
• ESPN
• ACTION
• NEMO
• Ya Know
• Freak
• Flexin 

She A Freak lyrics - Chief Keef

She a freak, she a freak

She a freak, she a freak

She a freak

She just wanna fuck me everyday of the week, she a freak

She a freak, she a freak

She a freak

That bitch wanna fuck me everyday of the week, she a freak

That bitch call me everyday of the week, she a freak

Goddamn, that bitch a freak, a freak, freak

She a freak

Said she wanna fuck me everyday of the week 'cause my pockets obese

Bitch, you really just wanna get some of this cheese

But I'm leaning off a 4 right now, I'm higher than a motherfucking leaf

I just bought a QP of dirt right now, I feel higher than a motherfucking ceiling

This bitch tricked me off, I think she off some leaf, she only wanna freak

But I only want some motherfucking knee-knee, say she only want me

But I know with that mouth she do a lot of things

It's a lesson in life I can teach you baby, how to do it with a nigga like me

She a freak

That bitch wanna fuck me everyday of the week, she a freak

That bitch call me everyday of the week, she a freak

Goddamn, that bitch a freak, a freak, a freak

She a freak

That bitch wanna fuck me everyday of the week, she a freak

That bitch call me everyday of the week, she a freak

Goddamn, that bitch a freak, a freak, a freak

Can't Wait lyrics - Chief Keef

(DP on the beat)

What did I say, yo?

Turn up

You made me forget what I said

Aw man, I forget, aw man, I don't remember mine

Fuck back

Ay

Can't wait, ay

Fuck nigga can't wait

Can't wait to catch his ass and shoot him in his face

I can't wait (Boom), I can't wait (Gratarrah)

I can't wait to get that check today

Spent the other one yesterday (I can't), I can't wait

I get too much damn gwap

I'll get another one tomorrow, ay

I can't wait (Let's get it)

Bitch, look at my charm (Charm)

She couldn't wait to see it in person (Bling, bling, blow)

'Cause she seen it on my IG (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Told that bitch, "Why you eye me? Watch me, you spy me?" (Bang bang)

Bitch, what, you a spy? (A spy bitch)

Bitch, you fucking with them guys? Ay (You fucking with them opps, hoe?)

You be fucking with small fries, ay (Grratarra)

Bitch I'ma large fry, ay (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

I'ma shark in the ocean (Ocean)

Pop a flat, now I'm rollin' and totin' (Gang gang, gang, gang)

Catch a opp, I'ma blow his fucking face (Let's get it, bih-buh-buh)

Mexicans, blasting races, every race (Turnt up and we get em up off they blocks)

Pull off and we racing, ay (Skrrt, skrrt)

Seen the cops, now they chasing us (Chasing us), ay

We don't give a fuck (We up)

Been doin' this since Front $treet 061 (The ID)

Ask Republican, he know (Gang Front $treet)

Ask Nino, he know, ay (Front $treet)

Ask Caper, he know, ay (Front $treet)

I was on Front $treet ready to blow, sellin' D, ay (Boom boom)

Ay, ready for enemies, ay (Grratarra)

Nigga, fuck M.O.B

Fuck M.O.B., fuck June Bug, bitch (Boom boom)

Six Double O is what it was, what it is (Sosa)

I got all the kids (Yo kids, Sosa)

Six kids, plus all you niggas, ay (Almighty Sosa)

And these racks up in my jeans (Fuck these hoes, Sosa)

I got on Glo Gang, ay (Gang gang)

Ay, remember when I used to wear Aeropostale (Gang gang)

Remember when I couldn't even afford Hollister (Sellin' D on the block)

Now I'ma Rastafari (With that choppa) with the choppa

Get up off my song, Tadoe

'Fore I do you wrong, Tadoe (Grratarra)

Hit you with this 4, Tadoe (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

You made me drop my blunt, Tadoe, ay

Pick it up, Tadoe, hoe

Get my motherfuckin' blunt up off the floor

'Fore I snooze your fucking neck and blow your throat (Bang)

Bitch

New Trap lyrics - Chief Keef

Burr on me, and no it ain't berry

Niggas like "Sosa, what's to you?"

I'm busy working in the stu

It's the new trap, so free Gu'

It's me and Scoo, and Glo

And Black Migo

Phew, Bang

CEO's

They like "Sosa, what's to you?"

Baby, I'm busy in the stu

Free Gu'

It's me and Scoo, and Glo and Black Migo

Even though I'm Interscope, still have niggas at your door

Disrespect Chief Sosa, you gotta go

Like all hail Almighty, there he go

If you got the chain, get that repoed

Tryna compare me like compare a ning ding to a 4-O

When I come through your block, bitch, I got ning ding and the 4-O

Now all your hear is sirens, but bitch I ain't scared of no fuckin' po-po

My dear, my dear

Couple ten in my pocket, codeine four in a two liter

Actin' like you on that hot shit, boy, you don't want no fever

How you wanna beef if vegetarians don't eat it?

I got 10 iPhones 5Ss, I don't need it

10 Ks, 10 FNs and 10 Tecs, I don't need it

I'm busy, go and hear about a fool baby girl let the rest on me

Taking niggas out like a referee

Ay, I got pounds all up in the pantry

Got bitches in the living rooms, dancing

I got niggas with choppas and handses

Fuck with King Sosa, they chopping your family

I just bought ten mansions

Ten pounds, ten Macs, ten nines for ten bandses

Bitch, I need 'bout ten Grammy's

Or I'ma get to bamming

Smoking on dope with the bros, in the studio

Almighty Sosa, Chief Sosa, Almighty Julio

King El Chapo Sosa, Almighty Coolio

Bitch better be sucking dick in that King Almighty studio

Office lyrics - Chief Keef

Skrr skrr skrr

Skrr skrr skrr, skrr, skrr

How you doing? Bitch, I'm fine- (Bitch, I'm fine today)

How you doing? Bitch, I'm fine today (Skrr skrr skrr)

Walking 'round the trap, find a K (Skrr skrr skrr)

All these niggas fake, niggas hate (fuck)

All I do is money penetrate (ff beep, ff beep)

All I do is flex on they thots (flexin' flexin')

Pull up, I flex on they block (flexin' flexin')

Diamonds shining, K.O.D. and it's dark (K.O.D.)

Pull up to the office in a 'rari

Pulling up to cameo in Bentleys

Pull up to the mansion in that ten ten

That ten Lambo, it ain't rented

A nigga let me get it

Man I swear to God

Now I be livin' large (motherfuckin large)

Now I be in then cars (Skrr skrr skrr)

And, I be shining hard (bling bling)

Got that money, then I put my car in park (Skrr skrr skrr)

And I rain it in the dark (in the dark)

Smoking kush and this shit hard (shit hard)

Bitch, I'm dumb and I'm smart (aah)

How you doing? Bitch, I'm fine today (Skrr skrr skrr)

Walking 'round the trap, find a K (Skrr skrr skrr)

All these niggas fake, niggas hate (fuck)

All I do is money penetrate (ff beep, ff beep)

All I do is flex on they thots (flexin' flexin')

Pull up, I flex on they block (flexin' flexin', skrt skrt dududuh)

Diamonds shining, K.O.D. and it's dark (K.O.D.)

Pull up to the office in a 'rari

I got some money in the closet (ff beep)

Money in a bank deposit (ff beep)

Money for a show (ff beep)

And I might not even go (might not even motherfuckin' go)

Pull up to the G5 in a 'rari (Skrr skrr)

And pull off with they thotty (Skrr skrr)

My car an autostarter (Skrr skrr)

My car on autopilot (Skrr skrr)

Bitch that money be my logic (my motherfuckin')

And you know that shit is obvious (my motherfuckin')

I'ma get a hundred mill, no flarging (mill, no)

Just sit back and watch me (hey yo)

Bitch my birthday in August (ay yo)

I'ma lion in the target (ay yo)

Going fast like a cheetah (beep beep)

When I hop up in my Beamer (ring ring)

How you doing? Bitch, I'm fine today (Skrr skrr skrr)

Walking 'round the trap, find a K (Skrr skrr skrr)

All these niggas fake, niggas hate (fuck)

All I do is money penetrate (ff beep, ff beep)

All I do is flex on they thots (flexin' flexin')

Pull up, I flex on they block (flexin' flexin', skrt skrt dududuh)

Diamonds shining, K.O.D. and it's dark (K.O.D.)

Pull up to the office in a 'rari

Cocky lyrics - Chief Keef

This is your last chance

After this, there is no turning back

You take the blue pill, your story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe

You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland

My niggas gooney looney

Six thou for my Rollie

Fifty thou for my Breitling

Bitch, three chains cost a Lotus

For a verse, cost a brick

For a show, cost a G

It's not an accident girl

Baby, you know I'm cocky

'Cause I'm splurgin', I'm splurgin'

I'm in a fast car and I'm swervin'

Cops just got behind me, now I'm nervous

I think they did that shit on purpose

But I'm cocky and I know it

Baby, I ain't afraid to show it

L-E-D lights on, I'm always glowin'

I'm cocky, I'm cocky, baby girl, I'm cocky

I pull up in that what-to-call-it

He pull up in that Honda

In my pocket, what to call this?

In his pocket, nothing

My house six thousand, what's to call it?

He still living with his mama

My truck cost two hundred, what's to call this?

Just for me to ride around in

Cocky, Balboa Rocky

Come through knocking shit down, Ali

Now we gotta run from Aiki

Fuck 12, we going on a high speed

Cause my car cocky

He think he can outrun everybody

My jewelry arrogant, and it's very cocky

But my pistol the friendliest one

My niggas gooney looney

Six thou for my Rollie

Fifty thou for my Breitling

Bitch, three chains cost a Lotus

For a verse, cost a brick

For a show, cost a G

It's not an accident girl

Baby, you know I'm cocky

'Cause I'm splurgin', I'm splurgin'

I'm in a fast car and I'm swervin'

Cops just got behind me, now I'm nervous

I think they did that shit on purpose

But I'm cocky and I know it

Baby, I ain't afraid to show it

L-E-D lights on, I'm always glowin'

I'm cocky, I'm cocky, baby girl, I'm cocky

Rounds lyrics - Chief Keef

D-Moe, go get the pounds

Tadoe, go get the rounds

Aye bitch, it's going down

Lot of bullets going 'round, and 'round, and 'round

I'm off a flat I feel tall, and strong

That bitch gon' go click-clack boom

It's an elephant in the fucking room

Make some room, 'fore you make the tomb

Bitch I'm off a Xanax, a damn flat, and damn thrax

Come through your block shooting at your damn head like gratata, duh luh duh

Then pull off like skrr skrr skrr skrr skrr

Then I blow the smoke up off my Ruger too

Remember when I didn't even know a pussy what, now

I'm a porn star, fuck your thot, she going hard

And she's a freak, bitch

You know me, bitch

I'm from across the street, bitch

With that heat, bitch

Ready to catch a oppa, aye

Shoot him in his toppa, aye

He gon' need a doctor

And a helicopter, aye

Just bought a gun, it go grrata

Put thirty in my Glocka, aye

A hundred in my choppa, aye

I name my choppa Flocka

And I can't eat no lobster, I eat steak

Pull up on you then pulled off, andale

Coming down the park like Lil B march

Smoking so much dope, it damn near hurt my heart

Shooting at that damn chain, yo damn brain

Because you thought that I was a damn lame

Named that baby Mac Kim K, like Kanye

And he hit a homerun like Sammy, I'm Sosa

And I got my toaster

And I will blow it at your head and your shoulder, over, O-V-A

My gun Dominican like Noreaga (aye)

Walk in the damn spot and I don't see paper

I'll be like "ha, see you later (alligator)"

I'm climbing trees and running up, escalator

I'm off this dope, feel like an elevator

Elevating to the hundredth floor

I need to get a hundred mo' mill, just to chill

Put my feet up, smoke reefer loud, with my nina

And Tadoe, with my bankroll

And ManeMane4CG

You know me from the old Chief Keef

I was out there, it was war a piece

Walk in every block, know it's me

With my pistol, ready to get you

Smoke your pussy ass like a Swisher, little nigga

(Front Street, man)

Traumatized lyrics - Chief Keef

Fuck boy said he want beef, slide

His ass gon' be traumatized

I'm a be feeling sorry momma wise

Cause I can't trust niggas, I got a lot of eyes

Gun go bang bang, money machine go beep

Car go skr skr, cock go skeet skeet

Credit card go swipe swipe, watch my watch bling bling

On that road runner shit, meep meep

You ain't smoking dope, your weed got plenty seeds in it

I'm rolling around the town with this and glizzy meeting

Glo Gang bitch, you know that we go plenty weed men

Fifteen thots in this car like I got plenty seats in

Fourteen hundred for this belt, fuck with no more damn Fendi beatings

And I don't have any reasons

Seventeen shots in this 45, 50 in the Glock, hundred in the chop

Let's see how many kills we can get, Black Ops

Bitch I'm so dope that I'm gon' kill that shit, crack rock

Niggas stay sneak dissing, we gon' start throwing bullets like rocks

I ain't shit when I ain't have shit, couple grand on some kicks

Never touched fifty thousand dollars before that's why I'm playing with it

Bang

Fuck boy said he want beef, slide

His ass gon' be traumatized

I'm a be feeling sorry momma wise

Cause I can't trust niggas, I got a lot of eyes

Gun go bang bang, money machine go beep

Car go skr skr, cock go skeet skeet

Credit card go swipe swipe, watch my watch bling bling

On that road runner shit, meep meep

Mac 10 lyrics - Chief Keef

Ay, I just had a conversation with my old hoe, ay

She say she don't like me no more, ay

'Cause I be getting dough

And too busy tourin', fuckin' on hoes

Pull up on my next bitch with my ex bitch

Pull up on your block, it's going down like Tetris

Pull up throwin' cash and shit at my old bitch wedding

Pull up on a opp like say hello to my Mac 10

Ay, give a nigga ass a little 3 P, smoke and get head by Keke

She say she wanna be with me but I'm a roadrunner, meep meep

Fuckin' on all the thots, see who next on my freak sheet

Pullin' on all the opps, see who next on my heat sheet

30 bullets and 16 ounces in this pt, ay

Put the money in the money counter, that bitch go fffff beep beep

And that bitch top so good, I swear that I went oghh, skeet skeet

Then I met the plug, pulled off with my drugs beep beep, ay

Lucky I ain't rob his ass, ay

Glo Gang can mob his ass, ay

Knife on the AK then stab his ass, ay ay

Batman and Robin his ass, ay ay

But he stay playin' games like he the Joker, ay ay

Send my young niggas through to smoke him, ay ay

Niggas steady talkin' 'bout drill, ay ay

Don't get killed over my mill's, ay ay

I'm off a pill, pipe in my wheel, ay ay

Pull on your ass, now sprite rockin' tilt, ay ay

That's why my bitch say she don't like me, ay ay

She say you always in the streets while I'm sleep, ay ay

Bitch you ain't my momma, bitch you ain't birth me, ay

But answer this did I leave 30 Gs in my jeans, ay ay

Niggas think we beef because of my tweet, ay ay

No, it's just red tape on your street, ay ay

No peach tree, she thought it was sweet, ay ay

Shouldn't be sneak dissin' bitches 'bout me, ay ay

I just had a conversation with my old hoe, ay

She say she don't like me no more, ay

'Cause I be getting dough

And too busy tourin', fuckin' on hoes

Pull up on my next bitch with my ex bitch

Pull up on your block, it's going down like Tetris

Pull up throwin' cash and shit at my old bitch wedding

Pull up on a opp like say hello to my Mac 10

Almoney lyrics - Chief Keef

Glo Gang

You know, I got all that motherfuckin' money, man

Shit

It just came though

I got bond money, ay

Sean John money

P. Diddy money

Sean Carter money

Jay-Z money

I got all the money

Gotta make all that money

Gotta get all that money

I need all that money, bitch

What you call that money, bitch?

Balling, Spalding

Got some killers down up in New Orleans, ay

Killers on the west side, Chicago

Them my vatos

But they no lacking

They stay on folks

And they're so goddamn awful, ay

Just bought a 4-O

I ain't buying no 4-Os no more

I'm tired of those, ay

Buy some MACs now, ay

MACs up at ya nose, fuck nigga

At yo door, ay

Astronaut, I'm getting extra money, extra slow, extra far

To the top

Getting guap

Where your thot?

I know she know Almighty, ay

Boy, you know she want Almighty

She'll be going for Almighty, ay

Where you going? With Almighty ay, ay

And I'm gloin', ay

I got my pistol and I'm blowing, ay

Too many niggas, let it pass, ay

Next time, I'm gon' get their ass, ay

Fuck niggas got my chain

Slide through, blow a nigga brains

What? I ain't tripping, mane

Why? 'Cause bitch, I'm getting cake, ay

I said bond 5 out

Gave you the chain and said pawn that now

20 thousand cash, I pay for that

Nigga that's your ass, play with that

Heard you tryna sell it for 10 bands

What the fuck is going on, man? On man

I'm going in man, I'm going strong, man

Smoking strong pack, it's my cologne, man

Ay, money what I'm on, man

Catch you in traffic, Reese Money ya, man

Ay, ay, smoking the, Tooka, ay

My bitch she taking the hookah

All of you, all of me, all of we

She ain't choosing, just all of we

All of us, I got all the cars

Big ass house, all the stars, uh

Excited lyrics - Chief Keef

I don't lose, I just win, two my FNs look like twins

Cops grab me, say nothing, I don't know, I just land

His bitch just land, she say she excited

Party at my house, bitch, and you're invited

Come through, you an opp, we gon' shoot you

You say you smoking pack, that shit booboo

Diamonds moving on my neck, this shit Voodoo

Coming through a lot of weapons and 2 zooz

I'm cruising while you're losing

What you say, I say I got my movement

I am quick to shoot it

If you fucking with my moola

I smoke a lot of weed

It's fucking up my breathing

She wanna fuck me for some weave and

I can't wife no bitch, I'm leaving

Say hello to my Tec

Since you wanna flex, it's on your chest

Say you wanna pull up, then it's a bet

Bullets gonna land right where you're sitting at

I don't lose, I just win, two my FNs look like twins

Cops grab me, say nothing, I don't know, I just land

His bitch just land, she say she excited

Party at my house, bitch, and you're invited

Come through, you an opp, we gon' shoot you

You say you smoking pack, that shit booboo

Diamonds moving on my neck, this shit Voodoo

Coming through a lot of weapons and 2 zooz

Bitch twerking while you're working

Bitch I flex a lot on purpose

Let a nigga try to hurt me

He gonna piss off the thirty

Johnny pissed on my jewelry

I wear it, I ain't worried

Your bitch on my dick and on my nerves

She think I like her

Bitch I'm G'd down to my feet

Twenty G's down to my feet

SRTs and Ms all over my truck

Can't no nigga beat me

I don't lose, I just win, two my FNs look like twins

Cops grab me, say nothing, I don't know, I just land

His bitch just land, she say she excited

Party at my house, bitch, and you're invited

Come through, you an opp, we gon' shoot you

You say you smoking pack, that shit booboo

Diamonds moving on my neck, this shit Voodoo

Coming through a lot of weapons and 2 zooz

Pardon Em lyrics - Chief Keef

Ay, ay

Got these shoes I don't know how they're called

I just know what they cost

15 hundred (Sam nigga), ay, (Sam nigga) ay ay

ISO

Ffff beep, beep

My forty fell down my pants, pardon him

Bang

Du-duh, skuskuskuh

Skrt, skuskuskuh

Taxin' all these niggas, Uncle Sam (Skrt, ffff beep)

My 40. fell down my pants, pardon him (dududuh, bang)

Is that Superman? I thought it was him (Superman)

Ridin' in them foreigns (ay ay ay)

Taxin' all these niggas, Uncle Sam (fff beep)

My 40. fell down my pants, pardon him (bang dududuh)

Is that Superman? I thought it was him (Superman)

Ridin' in them fuckin' foreigns, 'rari 'nem (skuskuskuh, skuh)

I'd be gettin' some money if I was them (fff beep)

These niggas ain't gettin' no money, pardon 'em (nah, fff beep)

She ride me like a psycho, Harley 'nem (skuskuskuh, skuh)

Who shootin' them pipes up? All of them (bang)

I be gettin' high like Marley and them

Bitch, I'm coolin' with my shotta and them, ay ay

Bitch, I'm coolin' with my partner and them, ay ay

When they seen that opp, bet they shot at him, ay

They was off the drugs, pardon 'em, ay

I was totin' slugs, pardon 'em

Until them bitches 'came a part of him

His chest, his face, every part of him, ay

I don't really know my damn poppa 'nem, ay

I only knew my fuckin' momma 'nem, ay

Snakes in the grass, it's a lotta them, ay

I be gettin' up off my ass just to watch for them, ay

Taxin' all these niggas, Uncle Sam (fff beep)

My 40. fell down my pants, pardon him (bang dududuh)

Is that Superman? I thought it was him (Superman)

Ridin' in them fuckin' foreigns, 'rari 'nem (skuskuskuh, skuh)

I'd be gettin' some money if I was them (fff beep)

These niggas ain't gettin' no money, pardon 'em (nah, fff beep)

She ride me like a psycho, Harley 'nem (skuskuskuh, skuh)

Who shootin' them pipes up? All of them (bang)

Shoes on my feet, I don't know what the fuck they call 'em, ay ay

But I know how much the fuck they cost, ay

They cost 15 hundred dollars, ay ay

'Member when I couldn't get a dollar, ay

I had to make a fuck nigga holla, ay

Pistol to his fuckin' skull and daughter, ay ay

Put this pistol to his fuckin' mother, ay ay

Told his mama "your son got my cheddar"

I don't wanna have to use my Beretta

My Beretta go through your damn leather, ay ay

Boy, you better have a Teflon, ay

Taxin' all these niggas, Uncle Sam, ay

Sosa, Sammy Sosa, I be him, ay

I hit a homerun after party him, ay

Come through shooting up your party and them, ay

Catch you in the lobby, you get lobby left, ay

I don't give a fuck, bitch I am a felony, ay ay

Now this felony get cheese, ay ay

This felony got bitches on they knees, makin' them bleed, ay ay

Countin' this cheese, countin' them Gs, nigga, ay

I don't fuck with police, nigga, ay ay

Up this motherfucker, I'm like "freeze nigga, freeze nigga"

Taxin' all these niggas, Uncle Sam (fff beep)

My 40. fell down my pants, pardon him (bang dududuh)

Is that Superman? I thought it was him (Superman)

Ridin' in them fuckin' foreigns, 'rari 'nem (skuskuskuh, skuh)

I'd be gettin' some money if I was them (fff beep)

These niggas ain't gettin' no money, pardon 'em (nah, fff beep)

She ride me like a psycho, Harley 'nem (skuskuskuh, skuh)

Who shootin' them pipes up? All of them (bang)

ESPN lyrics - Chief Keef

Ball like ESPN

ESPN, ESPN

ESP-N

Chase Gang

Bitch, huh

Credit card debit, it go sway sway

ESPN, bitch, turn up

What I'm smoking, reeking

Bad bitch

Bitch, I ball like ESPN

Bad bitch, she from Puerto Rico

Smoking on this reeking

Bitch, I ball like ESPN

What I'm smoking, reeking

Bad bitch, she from Puerto Rico

Said she like Almighty, True Religion

Thirty G's up in these True Religions

Robbers fuck with me and

Hermes fuck with me and

Ben Franklin fuck with me and

Shoot my gat, bitch I'm Memphis Bleeking

They want that old Chief Keef

The one that was toting pistols

They said they know Chief Keef

But you don't know me, my nigga

He said he gonna blow at Chief Keef

Gon' blow at me, my nigga?

I got some niggas gon' blow for Chief Keef

They gon' pull up and show, my nigga

I'm getting old, my nigga

I'm getting grown, my nigga

I mean, I'm glo'd up

Bitch I showed up, I showed out

Show stoppers got them poles out

Glo Gang gloing up 'til we glo'd out

I'm pouring up 'til I throw up

Catch up, pussy musty

What I'm smoking, marijuana

This some stanky ganja

Pistols beating like kongos

Boy, you don't want it

Fifty hundred for the Hermes

Five hundred for the gun

Hundred niggas for the run

Glocks and chops, he gon' do this shit for fun

This a Breitling, tell that bitch I be sunny sun

Bitch, I ball like ESPN

What I'm smoking, reeking

Bad bitch, she from Puerto Rico

Said she like Almighty, True Religion

Thirty G's up in these True Religions

Robbers fuck with me and

Hermes fuck with me and

Ben Franklin fuck with me and

Bitch, I ball like ESPN

ACTION lyrics - Chief Keef

Got my toolie, don't make me...

Got my toolie, don't make me...

I got my toolie, don't make me use it

Eating shit up like baby food

Smoking on this good (dope)

Baby, my life is a movie (action)

My niggas going for action

Spot 'em, got 'em, clap 'em

I'm the CEO, king Almighty, and I'm the captain

Bitch this my ship, I'm 'a sail it

We come through, firing shit up

Yo mama shit, frying shit up

Smoking on a big blunt of tika

One ounce got me ticked off

'Cause I don't wanna have to kill 'em

'Cause he think it's chocolate vanilla

Smoking OG, but I'm a gangster killer

Come through shootin' shit like Cranked little nigga

Glo Gang, I glo, you can't, little nigga

Smoking dope and sipping drank, little nigga

That bitch should've liked me 'cause my bank a little bigger

And I'm a Glo Gang, same with killers

I'm searching

All these toolies with us gon' go gah

Let a nigga try the Glo, we gon' go bang

Bullets can't stand one thing like my mans

Got my toolie, don't make me use it

Eating shit up like baby food

Smoking on this good (dope)

Baby, my life is a movie (action)

My niggas going for action

Spot 'em, got 'em, clap 'em

I'm the CEO, king Almighty, and I'm the captain

Bitch this my ship, I'm 'a sail it

I got diarrhea, I just shit

Fuck boy, for you I got a proposition

Go spy on the oppositions

Tell me what they lock and kick it

Go on they block and kick it

We ain't going through, bitch we send bananas and bitches

And they play too much damn Call Of Duty

Chopping shit like Martha Stewart

Nigga, I'm that dude

Hate on little Sosa, that's all they do

'Cause I make a mess when I'm coming through

Driving fast, they wish I found a wall and run into it

Bitch, I'm embalming fluid

Don't make me fire you up and start burning you and

Place them bullets in your face, bitch, furnace you

Mac eating niggas Big Macs and baby food

I got my toolie, don't make me use it

Eating shit up like baby food

Smoking on this good (dope)

Baby, my life is a movie (action)

My niggas going for action

Spot 'em, got 'em, clap 'em

I'm the CEO, king Almighty, and I'm the captain

Bitch this my ship, I'm 'a sail it

NEMO lyrics - Chief Keef

I tell my niggas, find Nemo

Find Nemo, find Nemo

I tell my niggas, find Lil Gay

Find Kemo, and find Nemo

When we see ya, Terentino

Pistols be Terentino

Who I trust? Me, Al Pacino

Come through clapping out a Venom

Come through busting out the trap like what to the fuck, buck to the buck, cut to the cut

Gun short, it'll smoke a nigga like a duck like dududuh, hop in my truck

Caught a nigga lacking, caught him by the bleachers

Left under bleachers, but I didn't see nothing

I'mma shoot gat E-US 'cause it's me and Nina and Reefer

Leave a nigga in the ER, car faster than a Cheetah

Come to your block, me and two Glocks, rockin' ya porch and leave ya

I ain't turned up, I'm T'd up, take the bail for us and peed up

Got ugly ass throw away guns, and some cute ass keepers

I told my boys to get you, boy, don't get got, come up in your kitchen, shooting up your pots

Shooting up your dishes with some guns with knives

Lookin' for ya nigga, where ya at? Sneak dissin' where ya snunners at?

I'm king Mufasa, but I ain't no Simba yet but I got KayKay, that's my little princess

Gave my nigga a golden spoon, like, could you cook with that?

I'm coolin' with my young niggas, don't start up, then it's done with ya

Blackgate come through shootin' up cars nigga, 3Hunna come shootin' up Mars nigga

I tell my niggas, find Nemo

Find Nemo, find Nemo

I tell my niggas, find Lil Gay

Find Kemo, and find Nemo

When we see ya, Terentino

Pistols be Terentino

Who I trust? Me, Al Pacino

Come through clapping out a Venom

Ya Know lyrics - Chief Keef

Girl, ya know, ya know (ya know)

Girl, ya know I be counting guap (ya know)

Girl, ya know I will send some shots (ya know)

Girl, ya know I don't freak with opps (ya know)

Girl, ya know I be counting guap (ya know)

Girl, ya know I'ma send some shots (ya know)

Girl, ya know I don't fuck with opps (ya know)

Girl, ya know I don't fuck with cops (ya know)

Girl, ya know I don't fuck ratchet hoes (Ya know, ay, ya know)

Girl, ya know I keep my ratchet close (Ya know)

Girl, ya know I'm quick to blast it though (ya know)

And ya know I'm all about flexing though (ya know)

Girl, ya know I count my racks up

I got the .30 for my back up, ay

Click-clack, nigga, back up

Click-clack, nigga, guess what? Ay

You wifing that bitch but she coochie popping

Know that girl don't keep her coochie silence

I sip lean, girl, that booze invalid

Girl, ya know my gun too damn solid, ay

I just start popping Xanax

Me off Xanax equals mans wet

Me off 10 flats, 10 dead mans

Dead mans in my pocket, dead man pants

Girl, ya know I be counting guap (ya know)

Girl, ya know I'ma send some shots (ya know)

Girl, ya know I don't fuck with opps (ya know)

Girl, ya know I don't fuck with cops (ya know)

Girl, ya know I don't fuck ratchet hoes (Ya know, ay, ya know)

Girl, ya know I keep my ratchet close (Ya know)

Girl, ya know I'm quick to blast it though (ya know)

And ya know I'm all about flexing though (ya know)

I think I need a beat, call up Dolan

Freak lyrics - Chief Keef

I ask shorty why she so mean to me

She say, "Sosa boy, you ass is a thot

And you always posted on the block

And you always posted with your guys"

I ask her why she always wanna tweak

She hit me, got different thots every week

Ask her why she always wanna beef

She know I hit it good every time we freak

She say that her heart broke, 'cause I hit it hard though

Then walked out the door, put my clothes on pronto

She looking uncomfortable, I don't give a fuck though

'Cause I got a couple zoes, my neck is so fucking froze

Remember stealing Hondas, now I ride without signing

And pull off, buckle up like skrrt skrrt skrrt, don't rob me

That money you won't find it, think I gotta do my weed

Shorty think I got time for her, I can't tell the time, bitch

'Cause my watch be shining, 'cause my Rollie be blinding

And I told her look for it, I can't even find it

And now this bitch wanna have it, this bitch still tryna find it

When I try to tell the time, fuck around and blind ya

Let her touch it, grimey, Glo Gang, it's Friday

Baby, I'm the CEO, I'll fuck around and sign ya

I ask shorty why she so mean to me

She say, "Sosa boy, you ass is a thot

And you always posted on the block

And you always posted with your guys"

I ask her why she always wanna tweak

She hit me, got different thots every week

Ask her why she always wanna beef

She know I hit it good every time we freak

Baby, do you wanna roll and smoke this weed?

We can ride down the beach

We can freak on the beach

Ain't nobody gotta know or see

Keep your mouth sealed. Capisce?

Baby girl, I know that you's a freak

So come ride Keef, the jet ski

I'ma come ride in the felony

I know you like bad boys

I know you like getting-cash boys

I know you like a Glo boy

Bitch, I'm Almighty Glo

Smoking '93 Texaco

She from Cali, bitch, not from Mexico

She say she like my coat

She say she like my shoes

I ask shorty why she so mean to me

She say, "Sosa boy, you ass is a thot

And you always posted on the block

And you always posted with your guys"

I ask her why she always wanna tweak

She hit me, got different thots every week

Ask her why she always wanna beef

She know I hit it good every time we freak

Flexin lyrics - Chief Keef

Situation Gang (Me too baby)

Linen Gang (Fuck that)

Fifth Gang (I'm Almighty So, I used to be Chief So)

Bang (Chief Keef Sosa, Big Gucci)

Bang (Bitch)

Flexin' on these niggas (Flexin' on these motherfuckin' niggas, ay)

Got my weapons for these niggas (For these motherfuckin' niggas, bang bang bang)

Pulled up flexin' on these niggas (Skuduskuduskuh, flexin' on these niggas)

All I do is flex up on these niggas (All I do is flex up on these niggas)

Bitch, I'm flexin', flexin' (Flexin' flexin')

Bitch, I'm flexin', I'm flexin' (Flexin', I'm flexin')

Pull up skurda skuh, flexin' flexin' flexin'

Pull up on your bud, flexin' flexin', I'm flexin' (Flexin', I'm flexin')

I'm flexin' real hard (Hard)

I'm flexin', no fraud (No fraud, nah)

No scam (No scam, bitch)

I'm with foe 'nem (Foe 'nem, Glo 'nem, bang)

Off Hendog and Red Bull, I got wings (I got wings)

Free Wop, we be steady mobbin' (Steady mobbin')

Bitch, I'm so icy (So icy)

That's why yo nigga don't like me (Nigga don't like me)

Pull up in that 'rari (That 'rari)

Niggas lookin' salty (Niggas lookin' mad)

Thotties lookin' happy (Glad)

Glad that they saw me (Yeah)

Finna buy Tadoe a 'rari (Yeah)

Finna buy Ballout a 'rari (Yeah)

Finna buy the whole gang 'raris (Yeah, skrrt, skrrt)

So we can be ridin' (Skrrt)

Flexin' on these niggas (Flexin')

Got my weapons for these niggas (Dududuh, bang bang)

Pulled up flexin' on these niggas (Skuduskuduskuh, flexin' on these niggas)

All I do is flex up on these niggas (Flexin' flexin')

Bitch, I'm flexin', flexin' (Flexin' flexin')

Bitch, I'm flexin', I'm flexin' (Flexin', I'm flexin')

Pull up skurda skuh (Skuduskuh), flexin' flexin' flexin'

Pull up on your bud (On yo bud)

Flexin', I'm flexin'

Ay, I'm in Miami and I'm flexin' (With whole on me)

I'm in North Miami

With them niggas from the Haiti (That's Haiti)

Ridin' 'raris in Lil Haiti (Haiti)

Niggas in Chicago hate me (They hatin')

I don't know why (I don't know why)

Bitch, I'm that guy (Bitch, I'm that guy)

I done did it for everybody (For every motherfuckin' body)

All I do is keep it real (Keep it 3 Hunna)

Fake shit, you need to chill (Need to be on it, chill, chill)

I just do it big (Do it big), growin' big (Growin' big)

Growin' bigger, ay

I'ma Glo-in' nigga (I'ma Glo-in' ass nigga)

Look at my ice (My ice)

It's like bright lights (Bright lights)

Pull up in that motherfuckin' right right (Right right)

Flexin' on these niggas (Flexin' on these motherfuckin' niggas, ay)

Got my weapons for these niggas (Got my weapons for these niggas, dududuh)

Pulled up flexin' on these niggas (Flexin' on these niggas, skuduskuduskuh)

All I do is flex up on these niggas (All I do is flex up on these niggas)

Bitch, I'm flexin', flexin' (Flexin' flexin')

Bitch, I'm flexin', I'm flexin' (Flexin', I'm flexin')

Pull up skurda skuh, flexin' flexin' flexin'

Pull up on your bud, flexin' flexin', I'm flexin' (Skurt skurt skurt)

Skurt skurt, skurt skurt, skuskuskurt

Skurt, skurt, skurt, skurt skurt

Dududuh, duh, duh, duduh, dududduh

Dududduh, dududduh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

The Leek 4 (2016)

• Upset
• Run Up
• Macaroni Time Remix
• Sosa Pain
• Rolls
• Blocka
• Squidward Tentacles
• Kane
• TT
• Tats
• Instagram
• So Cold
• Wake Up
• Can't Catch 'Em
• Foreigns 

Upset lyrics - Chief Keef

I leave niggas upset

Pull up on 'em, leave 'em upset

That's your bitch? I fucked that

And left a bitch upset

She ain't getting paid though

I only smoke the lime green, not the rainbow

Bitch, I got rainbow bankrolls

Send my hitters, shooting out a Range Rover

Bitch, this that turn up turn up

Run up, you'll get done up done up

911, bitch, murder, murder

Sosa crazy motherfucker

I got my gun with me for emergency

These niggas with me courtesy

I remember doing burglaries

Now for a show I get 'bout 30 Gs

30 in this Glock, one, 9 and 4-O

And my FN tote 'bout 1 double O

Bitch, I'm from 3 double O and 6 double O

Disrespect that, bet my niggas shooting for your throat

Aye, my truck cost two double O, watch on 84

Karats, that shit crazy those, I'm only 18 though

In my pocket 18 though, when I just spent 18 4

Hit the strip club and make it rain 'bout 8 Gs though

I leave niggas upset

Pull up on 'em, leave 'em upset

That's your bitch? I fucked that

And left a bitch upset

She ain't getting paid though

I only smoke the lime green, not the rainbow

Bitch, I got rainbow bankrolls

Send my hitters, shooting out a Range Rover

Run Up lyrics - Chief Keef

She don't wanna be saved, Project Pat already told 'em

He don't wanna be saved

I heard he Captain Save-a-Hoe, I ain't saving these hoes

She don't wanna be saved, Project Pat already told 'em

I heard he Captain Save-a-Hoe, I ain't saving these hoes

She don't wanna be saved, Project Pat already told 'em

He don't wanna be saved, so I got a gat very close

Shoot him in the face, shouldn't be looking at me with a mug

Bitch, I got my gat in the club

And I dare any nigga run up

My thot got her gat in the club

And she dare any bitch to run up

Up up in the way

100 shots in this K

Shoot you if you in the way

Hundred bands for the case

Girl you got guap, that's great

'Cause your ass wasn't gonna get saved

What I'ma buy today, I don't know what to do with all this cake

He think off on me gon' take, but this shit is not a race

I bought a 100 pair of Giuseppes and I still ain't worn none to this day

I got a girl wearing this shit with my bank

A billion dollars my ring

I'm king Sosa baby, so how you gon' tell me I ain't?

She give me, fuck up in vibration

I'm in through your five with my Haitians

Bought gold bottles, but ask me what I'm drinking

I always ride, always leanin'

And she gon' give me top, mamacita

I'ma buy some new Brazilians

I already know your ass a little eater

But she want me to save her

I heard he Captain Save-a-Hoe, I ain't saving these hoes

She don't wanna be saved, Project Pat already told 'em

He don't wanna be saved, so I got a gat very close

Shoot him in the face, shouldn't be looking at me with a mug

Bitch, I got my gat in the club

And I dare any nigga run up

My thot got her gat in the club

And she dare any bitch to run up

Macaroni Time Remix lyrics - Chief Keef

Say she like my car

Seen me with the stars

Un un

Buck buck

Huh

Phew, Bang

With the stars, know she wanna now me now

She say she like my car, she like how my Forgis ride

She seen me with the stars, now she wanna know me now

Un un, bitch I told you now I'm acting phony now

Buck buck for these niggas, think it's macaroni time

Couple bucks for these bitches, let me slap them on their ass

Tough luck for these niggas, think they're next I'm on their ass

So what? Walk in court smelling like pack, I got them bands

Glo boys, that's what Almighty Sosa got them saying

I'm cooling around Japan

Or I'm cooling in Benihanas, man

Eating macaroni, man

Cause I'm allergic to lobsters, man

I got macaroni cheese

Macaroni tote fifty

Let a nigga say he want the beef

Got loony niggas with me, give 'em Macs, they blow for me

Coolin' overseas, smoking trees

My niggas in the streets, smoking Gs

I don't know anything, you po-police

But this weed and this dirty Sprite on me

That bitch got a ass, she eat a lot of bread and macaroni

When she threw it back I was like holy matrimony

Cooling with the owner of the club, baby girl, I got my 40 and

Pull up in the macaroni Beamer on macaroni rims, rims

I swear I'm ballin' like Kobe, I am

High off this earth, you know I am

Get the MAC out the back of this all black truck and go macaroni, I am

These niggas ain't going loony, I am

Tell the cash giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, treat it like a little pony, I am

Kay Kay like it so buy a lot of macaroni, I am

Flexing on my opponents, I am

Eating all this macaroni in here

She say she like my car, she like how my Forgis ride

She seen me with the stars, now she wanna know me now

Un un, bitch I told you now I'm acting phony now

Buck buck for these niggas, think it's macaroni time

Couple bucks for these bitches, let me slap them on their ass

Tough luck for these niggas, think they're next I'm on their ass

So what? Walk in court smelling like pack, I got them bands

Glo boys, that's what Almighty Sosa got them saying

Sosa Pain lyrics - Chief Keef

DathanBeatz

Flowing on these beats

Now that I'm Sosa baby, you wanna have my baby

Bitch, is you crazy? You ain't know me before they paid me

(Glo Gang) Now that I'm Sosa baby, you wanna have my baby

Sosa baby, have my baby

Tutu and Aiki

And Fathead, Junebug

Ay

Bitch, I'm smoking on these trees, flowing on these beats

She like, "Sosa, don't be mean. Can I see your car keys?"

Bitch, is you crazy? You ain't know me before they payed me

Now that I'm Sosa baby, you wanna have my baby

Beamer, Bentleys, and Mercedes

Dada, that's how Kay Kay be

Blat blat, that's how AK be

I'm just getting off these drugs with my thing off safety

Getting off these drugs and I got my gat, bitch

See a opp, shit still gon' get hectic

They like Sosa on that new shit

Nah, Sosa on that next shit

Why niggas on that old shit?

Niggas rapping like the old me

Thought that I ain't know, bitch

But I don't give no shit

'Cause I'm with Glo, bitch

And you know we smoking

And you know we toting

See your brick bitch ass, you know we blowing

Bitch, I'm smoking on these trees, flowing on these beats

She like, "Sosa, don't be mean. Can I see your car keys?"

Bitch, is you crazy? You ain't know me before they payed me

Now that I'm Sosa baby, you wanna have my baby

Beamer, Bentleys, and Mercedes

Dada, that's how Kay Kay be

Blat blat, that's how AK be

I'm just getting off these drugs with my thing off safety

Rolls lyrics - Chief Keef

Spent some rolls, on some clothes, aye, aye

And some rolls on some hoes, aye, aye

Them bitches gon' go 'cause my rolls, aye

Pistol with me, it'll go where my rolls at

Got a couple trucks, I ain't got no Rolls, aye

And I like lean not no rosé, aye, aye

She only wanna fuck me for my rolls, aye, aye

But I play that role like I ain't know that, aye, aye

Rolling up this thrax, this that thoink pack, aye, aye

Rolling off a flat, where my joint at? Aye, aye

Sipping on this Act, that's Karo pack, aye, aye

You ain't sipping lean, and I know that, aye, aye

Rolling with my niggas and we on that, aye

Roll up on your ass like where your rolls at? Aye

I heard you roll with opps, where they post at?

I be rolling like a 18 wheel with 4-5, aye aye

And it got a thirty, and I tote that

Fifty in my forty, I enroll that

Pull that bitch up and I control that

Give his ass the hiccups and I patrol that, aye

Rolled up on a nigga block, come back, call it a re-rock, aye

Niggas at your front door, knockin', guns at your peep hole, aye

I'm busy counting ih-uh, money, the blunts, they be pre-rolled

Roll up, catch a nigga lackin', he gon' need a hero, aye

Roll up with my three rolls and my three poles with my ego, aye

Rolling with all these glos, we got three piece and 'bout three Os, aye

Smoking on all the dope, we roll the dope and roll these hoes, aye

Tryna roll on the Glo, we take your dumb ass on a bumpy road, aye

Rolls in my bank, and my coat, and my draws, aye

Hoes want my life, and my rolls, and my clothes

Niggas want my life, and my ice, them my foes

So I roll with the pipe 'cause I can't trust a soul, aye

Bitch, rolling we gonna be, I ain't had sleep in a week, aye

Chasing that green, fucking things, fucking with the heat-t-t

Bitch, we nosebleed when we see

Rolls all beneath my feet

Rolls in between my teeth

Rolls, when I eat, I feast, aye

Rolling up a blunt of Aiki

With my heat, his night I lit

Pay Johnny Dang some rolls for rolls and diamonds in my Breitling, aye

My mom was a rolling stoner, bitch, I ain't had a dad then

Grandma tryna raise me in a room, rolling D got me indicted

I ain't had to say it like that, aye

Rolling 'round with steel like that

'Cause you see, tote fifty, shit, now we spraying like that

Shouldn't be playing like that

Rolling 'round with your mans like that, aye

No pistol in here like that

Rolled up on your ass like brrat! Aye, aye

Rolling, rolling, rolling, aye, aye

Bitch I'm toting, holding, blowing, aye, aye

Bitch I'm blowing for the moment, aye, aye

Nigga roll up then I'm on 'em, aye

So I roll with my anaconda

Roll with thirties, not no damn Pythons, aye

Police rolling down on me, aye

Least I have my money, aye

Rolling out my mind, aye

Blowing like I'm blind

When I count rolls, bitch, I'm deaf

Made me count rolls with my nine

Blocka lyrics - Chief Keef

Franklin and Choppa

Can't trust every face bitch I gotta watch

That's why I need Ben Franklin and Choppa

Can't trust every face bitch I gotta watch 'em

That's why I need Ben Franklin and Chop' (bang, ay)

Try me and we gon' send you to the doc'

Got plenty Glocks, FNs and chops

They go blocka

Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang

Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang

Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang

Who talkin' about Almighty Sosa? Bang bang

Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang

Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang

Who talking about Almighty So? (bang bang bang, ay)

Who talking about Almighty So? (bang bang)

Pull up flexin' on everybody I see

Everybody wanna be like Keef

Everybody don't like Keef

But won't nobody try Keef

Like a hookah, smokin' Tooka

You smokin' fufu, call it G

Bitch, I ain't no fucking Mubu

I'll leave you Tutu (bang bang bang)

Guns go blocka (bang bang, bang bang)

Sosa a crazy motherfucker (bang bang)

Choppa, Bang

Glocks, FNs, and Macs, we goin' to an opera (bang bang)

Round, shootin' niggas down (Bang)

Where my fuckin crown? (huh)

Bitch, I'm King Glo (King Glo, Almighty)

Tryna copy my style, no Kinkos (no kinkos, kinkas)

I'ma lion from the wild, you a fish, Finding Nemo

Actin' like Sub Zero, gon' leave his ass defroze

I'm flexin' on, niggas pissed

I see you walkin', got a pistol (bitch)

Shoot it at me, you know I'm down little nigga

I can fuck your sister and your mama, little nigga (little nigga)

You don't want no drama, little nigga (little nigga)

Bullets flying like comets, little nigga (little nigga, like comets)

Choppas go brrocka brrocka, little nigga

Block guns go bang bang and ping ping

30 shots in this ning ding

Got a 50 and a 40, ay, little shorty

You ain't got more money than my shorties

I gave some money to my shorties

They gon' come and kill your ass for me

Blocka, blocka, scoppa

Pussy nigga, I need an Oscar

I need a Grammy for my grandmama, ay

Flexin' on every woman, everybody, let they know (flex)

I mean, act like they ain't know (haha)

Sosa was gonna blow, makin' big dough

Now I'm with Interscope

Jimmy Iovine, fuck with me though (what up)

Chris, fuck with me though (Chris)

Tadoe, that's my cousin though, ay

You know how I'm rockin' though (how I'm rockin')

Pistols get to poppin', hoe (bang)

You tell me you love me, stop it hoe (stop)

Tryna set me up for my diamonds, hoe (dang)

I'ma shoot you right there in your throat (bang)

Put this dick down your throat (bang)

Send your little dumb-ass home (haha)

You a thot but you thought I was wrong (nah)

Wanna Glo? Just be like Chief Keef, 'lieve me (Almighty, hear me out)

Who these niggas? I don't know these peewees (nah, what this about?)

Bitch, I'm rocking Herman's peewee (Herman's, get me out)

Gold, my necklace look like pee-pee

Can't trust every face bitch I gotta watch 'em

That's why I need Ben Franklin and Chop' (bang, ay)

Try me and we gon' send you to the doc'

Got plenty Glocks, FNs and chops

They go blocka

Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang

Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang

Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang

Who talkin' about Almighty Sosa? Bang bang

Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang

Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang

Who talking about Almighty So? (bang bang bang, ay)

Who talking about Almighty So? (bang bang)

Squidward Tentacles lyrics - Chief Keef

Nigga smokin' that's wassup

Me and eight guns like Squidward

Nigga smokin', that's wassup

It's me and eight

I got eight arms like Squidward

It's me and eight guns like Squidward

I got eight arms like Squidward

I might shoot you

I got eight guns like Squidward

Aye, aye, aye, aye

Eight guns like Squidward

Eight guns like Squidward

Eight guns like Squidward

Bao-bao, bao-bao

Eight guns like

Duh-da-duh, duh-da-duh

Eight guns like

Eight guns like

Duh-da-duh, duh-da-duh

Eight guns like

It's me and eight guns like Squidward, bao-bao

You can't beat or join the Glo, bow down

Hey I'll come get ya, bao-bao

AK that's my nigga, shoot off five rounds

These poles'll leave 'em lost, the poles'll leave 'em lost

This bitch gave me jaw like her damn teeth went lost

Her nigga lookin' for her, he think that she went lost, aye

Almighty Sosa leave 'em lost, bang

What Almighty gon' do next? Aye, aye

Who Almighty gon' shoot next? Aye, aye

Where Almighty gon' move next? Aye, aye

A condo or a mansion?

Forensics come through, cleanin shit up Spongebob

Cause four niggas came through we gon' call them gun cars

I've been gang banging since a young boy

Now I'm richer than a drug lord, aye

Still ride with guns boy

Still put X on my tongue boy

Still doin' what the fuck I want boy

Hit on me right on boy

For these nice shoes I paid a price, aye, aye

Spill somethin' on 'em, I'm a take your life, aye, aye

In the club and I got my pipe

No security I got my guys, aye, aye

It's me and eight guns like Squidward, bao-bao

You can't beat or join the Glo, bow down

Hey I'll come get ya, bao-bao

AK that's my nigga, shoot off five rounds

These poles'll leave 'em lost, the poles'll leave 'em lost

This bitch gave me jaw like her damn teeth went lost

Her nigga lookin' for her, he think that she went lost, aye

Almighty Sosa leave 'em lost, bang

Kane lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

[Tadoe:]

Glo Gang

You know how we rocking

You niggas scared to glo up, man

Get the fuck up, man

Get off y'all ass, man

Stop hating, man

You see us shining, man

All diamonds off grinding, man

Fuck the goofies niggas

Fake ass niggas acting like they hitting stains, nigga

Now catch y'all asses, I'm blowing brains, nigga

And that's on my dead homies, nigga

You know how I'm rocking, nigga

I'm Tadoe, nigga

I'm out here everyday, nigga

Menace to society like Caine

Menace to society, I'm whipping kane

Menace to society, I got that kane

Menace to society, I got that kane, got that kane

Got that menace to society

Got that menace to society, got that kane

Got that menace to society, got that kane

Menace to society, got that kane

Got that kane for your brain

Got that candy cane for your main

Heard she sniff coke

I just sold yo bitch coke

I just sold yo bitch dope

Say she like smoking dope

Say she like deep throating big balls

And you know Almighty a big baller

I be flexing in that big toy

I call him my little big boy

And my dick, that's a big boy

She hop up on it like a big toy

You know you ain't with the shits, boy

You know you ain't toting clips, boy

Been had clips, been extendeds boy

Been had fifties, boy

Now we got the Russian chopper

Send yo dumb-ass to a Russian doctor

Send you to a Russian opera

Dumb-ass had no business playing Russian Roulette

Fuck niggas killed Blood, now they dodging bullets

Fuck nigga want war, y'all can get it

Come to Illinois bitch, y'all can split it

Bitch we got beef boy, and chicken

Bitch we got 30 30s and 10 10s

Bitch we got dirty 30s that we giving away

We got Luger birdy birdys that we giving away

We got 223s with the weed and hit your face

Send my youngins to your block

And you know they got them chopper

Let the bitches go grrah, tah

Running down your block, buck

Pussy nigga

You ain't getting no pussy, nigga

You ain't got no thot

You don't drive no car

You ain't got no house

You live with your mom

Go and get you some

Fuck nigga, go and get you one, mill

Bitch I got a movie deal and I feel it

TT lyrics - Chief Keef

Skrrt, skrrt

I'm T'd (Sk-sk-skrrt)

I'm T'd (ay, ay)

I'm turnt up (Duh-luh-duh), ay

I'm TT, aye

I'm TT, aye

I'm TT, aye

I'm TT, aye

I'm getting tree tree, getting head by Keke

Nini with me, and she sitting pretty

And she sing like Whitney, and Britney

And Gaga, like grrah grrah

'Til I die, high like Bob Marley

They like Sosa why you flexing, why not?

You don't want no smoke, bro

I'm tryna tell you what you don't know, bro

I pulled out .40 then bro broke

He took off running for the popo

My niggas gon' get you, .50 shooting like whistles

All I gotta do is whisper, karma gon' get ya

Bullets gon' hit ya, banana split ya

You want attention, it's gon' get ya

I give Tadoe the 4-O, boy

Nina turnt up, let her blow boy

Effing Keisha, I'ma .223 ya

I'm too turnt, bitch I'm too TT, yah

I'm TT, aye

I'm TT, aye

I'm TT, aye

I'm TT, aye

I'm getting tree tree, getting head by Keke

Nini with me, and she sitting pretty

And she sing like Whitney, and Britney

And Gaga, like grrah grrah

'Til I die, high like Bob Marley

They like Sosa why you flexing, why not?

Tats lyrics - Chief Keef

All on my skin

Dope all up in the wind

You ain't won, little bitch nigga I win

You ain't won, bitch nigga I win

I got tats all over my skin

Smoke all up in the wind

Off this dope, looking like DJ Kenn

You ain't won, bitch nigga I win

I win, I win

I win, I win

I win, I win, I win

I got tats all on my skin

I got smoke all up in the wind

Off this dope, looking like DJ Kenn

You didn't won, bitch nigga I win

Hop in my car, now I'm in the wind

Talking 'bout money, then I went in

Then walked out with a check in my pocket

All I need is a check and a rocket

Get the money, in stores bitch I walk in

Cash out, I'm cashing

Get it right back, bitch it's like that

All the bitches like that

All the bitches like me 'cause I'm so icy

Smoking dope, that shit all in the wind

All my friends, the ones that's dead

RIP Big Glo them my mans

My right hand

Got a Breitling on my left hand

I'm icy, ain't shit you can tell me

I do this shit for Big Glo, Big Glo, Big Glo, Big Glo

I got tats all on my skin

I got smoke all up in the wind

Off this dope, looking like DJ Kenn

You didn't won, bitch nigga I win

Hop in my car, now I'm in the wind

Talking 'bout money, then I went in

Then walked out with a check in my pocket

All I need is a check and a rocket

I'm glo'd up

Bitch hang with me, she throw up

She fainted

Nigga test me, get painted

Trust me, I make the arrangements

Chain hanging

And my dick swanging

Jiggling like my keys

Shawty said she like me just because I'm me

Don't you see, don't you see, don't you see, don't you see

I got tats all on my skin

I got smoke all up in the wind

Off this dope, looking like DJ Kenn

You didn't won, bitch nigga I win

Hop in my car, now I'min the wind

Talking 'bout money, then I went in

Then walked out with a check in my pocket

All I need is a check and a rocket

Instagram lyrics - Chief Keef

I love Instagram, Instagram

Baby, follow me on Instagram

Wanna see how I'm doing, take a look at my Instagram

Instagram, Instagram, I put my life on my Instagram

I put my money, my cars, my big ass house, and my ice on Instagram, Instagram

I loaded a tool on Instagram

You fronted your move on Instagram

That bitch only look cute on Instagram

Niggas only gon' shoot on Instagram

C-H-I-E-F-F K double E-F-F S-O-S-S-A, bitch that's my damn Instagram

Pull up on your block, hop out taking pictures, look at him

Nigga got a problem, we gon' shoot it out on Instagram

Niggas acting tough on IG, he gon' need an IV

We gon' pull up in them caravans, 2013 spar team

Spot 'em, got 'em, drop me, he was living cocky

Dissing that Glo Gang and 300, that O'Block boy he not me

He can't diss nobody, that nigga ain't Almighty

Come through your block with them Glocks, chops, car, we gon' shoot shit up, Bin Laden

I fucks with Obama, but I'm a assassin

Wait, let me take a picture for my IG

I love Instagram, Instagram

Baby, follow me on Instagram

Wanna see how I'm doing, take a look at my Instagram

Instagram, Instagram, I put my life on my Instagram

I put my money, my cars, my big ass house, and my ice on Instagram, Instagram

I loaded a tool on Instagram

You fronted your move on Instagram

That bitch only look cute on Instagram

Niggas only gon' shoot on Instagram

These hoes IG famous, niggas IG gangsters

If I was your bitch, nigga, I'll be anxious

And If I was your nigga, girl, I'll hate me

Cooling on IG, making shit very complicated

Niggas like how he get that watch and damn who made it?

Bitch this cost a Breitling, not a jaker

On Instagram, I got niggas like a hater

I love Instagram, Instagram

Baby, follow me on Instagram

Wanna see how I'm doing, take a look at my Instagram

Instagram, Instagram, I put my life on my Instagram

I put my money, my cars, my big ass house, and my ice on Instagram, Instagram

I loaded a tool on Instagram

You fronted your move on Instagram

That bitch only look cute on Instagram

Niggas only gon' shoot on Instagram

So Cold lyrics - Chief Keef

I'm so cold

I'm so cold

Cold

I'm so cold, my wrist froze, ay

I'm so cold, wipe my nose

I'm so cold, wipe my nose, ay

I'm so cold, my time froze, ay

Hop out Glo, my white clothes, ay

Nothing but poles and bankrolls, ay

I'm so cold, wipe my nose, ay ay

I'm so cold, my time froze, ay ay

Hop out Glo, my white clothes, ay ay

Nothing but poles and bankrolls, ay ay

My bitch be cold, ay, my niggas be cold, ay

My guns, my cars, my house, my city be cold, ay

But I grew up out that shit like a centipede though, ay

And now I'm Glo'd, bitch nigga try me, it'll be cold, ay

Cops grab me, I don't know, ay

I go where I want go, ay ay

I was tourin', come though, ay ay

Bitch I'm cold, I got the smoke, ay ay

I got some dough, I want some more, ay ay

I'm off this dope, I want some more, ay ay

She got this dope, she want some more, ay ay

She want some dope, I told her no, ay ay

Now you know it's time to go, ay ay

Grab your coat, hit the road, ay ay

Bitch, don't come back no more, ay

'Cause you couldn't Glo fucking with So, ay

It's me and my hoes and my hoes, ay

It's me and the Glo, them my bros, ay

I'll sleep in the cold with my pole, ay

'Cause I can't trust a soul, ay ay (Bang)

I'm so cold, wipe my nose, ay ay

I'm so cold, my time froze, ay ay

Hop out Glo, my white clothes, ay ay

Nothing but poles and bankrolls, ay ay

My bitch be cold, ay, my niggas be cold, ay

My guns, my cars, my house, my city be cold, ay

But I grew up out that shit like a centipede though, ay

And now I'm Glo'd, bitch nigga try me, it'll be cold, ay

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