Ganga lyrics - Chief Keef

Zaytoven

Ay

I told that bitch she ain't coming with me, man

She gotta

Bitch, she ain't sitting around me for more than three, four hours, man

Bitch gotta get away from me, ASAP, man, you know

Rocky, man

I told a bitch she ain't coming with us (You can't come with me, bitch)

She know I got this money with us (You know I got this money, bitch)

She know ain't nothing between us (She know ain't nothin' between, bitch)

She wasn't on shit 'til the ganja pulled up (Until the ganja pulled in)

Until the ganja pulled up, until the ganja pulled up

Until the ganja pulled up, until the ganja pulled up

Until the ganja pulled up, the ganja pulled up

Until the ganja pulled up, the ganja pulled up

She seen the weed and started to geek

It's an honor to sit by me

Say her boyfriend stalking in the club

I done told her to sit by me

It's a honor to get kicked by me

Honor to get touched by me

More green than a Christmas tree

She's honored to get fucked by me

Hopped in the whip, she like, "What 'bout me?"

I told the bitch don't worry 'bout me

She say she wanna just love on me

I told the bitch don't care 'bout me

Hate these fuck niggas sneak dissing 'bout me

You ain't my partner, fuck your, "Howdy"

Riding in the M6, pull up and fuck your Audi

These bitches, they be hissing like some lizards

These cats want to bite me, I'm no Stuart Little

If I ain't have this cash, I'd be miserable

Sosa Wayne, bitch, I lost my ceilings too

I told a bitch she ain't coming with us (You can't come with me, bitch)

She know I got this money with us (You know I got this money, bitch)

She know ain't nothing between us (She know ain't nothin' between, bitch)

She wasn't on shit 'til the ganja pulled up (Until the ganja pulled in)

Until the ganja pulled up, until the ganja pulled up

Until the ganja pulled up, until the ganja pulled up

Until the ganja pulled up, the ganja pulled up

Until the ganja pulled up, the ganja pulled up

I'm smoking dope, you smoking the ew, E-40 I'm sipping mud

Pimp C in my pimp cup, DJ Screw me up

If you getting money, lift your money up

Shooter, lift your toolie up

Icy watch, nigga, put it up

Fake Watch Busta can't put you up

This dope smoke like I'm cooking it

I done put my foot in it

I gotta get the car, 'cause I put my head in it

If I put my head in it that mean it's a gotta get

I know what jail like, I don't want no sandwiches

I hop on and demolish you

My shoes, have 'em polish it

My car, have 'em wax it

I get that thousand dollar shit

I talk it 'cause I'm walkin' it

My bitch Lara Croft-ing it

The green so damn conceited, he like, "You walkin', bitch"

I told a bitch she ain't coming with us (You can't come with me, bitch)

She know I got this money with us (You know I got this money, bitch)

She know ain't nothing between us (She know ain't nothin' between, bitch)

She wasn't on shit 'til the ganja pulled up (Until the ganja pulled in)

Until the ganja pulled up, until the ganja pulled up

Until the ganja pulled up, until the ganja pulled up

Until the ganja pulled up, the ganja pulled up

Until the ganja pulled up, the ganja pulled up

Masturbation lyrics - Chief Keef

Zaytoven

Ay

I'm gonna say a lot of shit with "-ation" on it

You know what I'm sayin'?

A-T-I-O-N, you know what I'm sayin'?

Bang, bang, bang bang, bang

Gang, bang bang

He listened to Chief Keef once and he turned gangster

I'm spinning in this bitch like some turntables

I was fucking on your bitch while you were waiting

While she had your ass waiting like you were a patient

I'm with my black bitch, going to get my Caucasian

Bring that M-16 out for some certain equations

This shit ain't adding up says my fucking calculation

I'm on the road I got that ho doing masturbation

I up this pistol and this bitch start doing evaporation

I'm going fast in my car, my shit stay calibrated

I seen a million dollar lick, you know I had to take it

Blue faces call my phone, you know I had to cake it

I do this shit on my own, fuck your collaborations

I don't need no ID, check my verification

I hear Johnny on the phone, tell him elaborate me

Just to pull up to your party, boy, you gotta pay me

Bitch, you gotta show me something, bitch, immaculate me

What the fuck makes you perfect? Practice, baby

I call up ZayTiggy I ain't beat jacking, baby

I got a hundred dollar each pocket of my jacket, baby

Hopped out on your ho, she said, "You're cappin', baby"

Baby, I ain't a crack baby, I'm a capper, baby

Ho, you can get off my boat, I'm the captain, baby

I treat the bullets like a ship how I sail it, baby

He listened to Chief Keef once and he turned gangster

I'm spinning in this bitch like some turntables

I was fucking on your bitch while you were waiting

While she had your ass waiting like you were a patient

I'm with my black bitch, going to get my Caucasian

Bring that M-16 out for some certain equations

This shit ain't adding up says my fucking calculation

I'm on the road I got that ho doing masturbation

The police pull me over and I'm 'toxicated

I'm tryna see what the fuck they determination

They wanna take me out and then incarcerate me

'Cause my car look like a bad ass moderation

Hoes say I ain't easy, it's some complications

I don't do the cuffin', bitch, pick up your desperation

Have my Uber drop you off, what's your destination?

Vegetarian, vegetation, me aspiration

Told the bitch to add it up, can you do multiplications?

I'ma need some mesmerization for my recreation

Every time I hop out it's a celebration

I don't need you or your damn consideration

I ain't shaking hands 'less I like the the negotiation

Ay, I curse too much, I ain't good at appropriation

To go and pick up the damn cake, that's my damn operation

I'm that nigga, I ain't with the rest of the population

He listened to Chief Keef once and he turned gangster

I'm spinning in this bitch like some turntables

I was fucking on your bitch while you were waiting

While she had your ass waiting like you were a patient

I'm with my black bitch, going to get my Caucasian

Bring that M-16 out for some certain equations

This shit ain't adding up says my fucking calculation

I'm on the road I got that ho doing masturbation

My Shit lyrics - Chief Keef

I got that new emperor's groove Kuzco

I'm smoking dope baby I'm on Pluto

I pick my old hoe up with my new hoe

I think I'm Kobe because I'm so 2-4

I'm in the foreign I ain't even gotta park my shit

Someone give Chief So' a mic so I can talk my shit

I'm 'a take my own Glock and I'm gonna spark my shit

If I put this up watch these niggas mock my shit

I remember walking up and down the street

Now I got your rent money on my feet

To intercept the cash I don't need no cleats

I got your hoe in my mansion she said tell you fucking [?]

I tell her shake that laffy taffy baby Fabo

It look like I got laffy taffys in my bank roll

Is it the reason why I see haters dressed like Maino?

I told that bitch you can't get shit you can't even get a fucking outfit from rainbow

She like Sosa you a dog, but I'm tamed though

I'm 'a ape pussy nigga yous a kangaroo

I'm so player you would think I need a cane though

Going apeshit I fuck around and knock over your mango

I got that new emperor's groove Kuzco

I'm smoking dope baby I'm on Pluto

I pick my old hoe up with my new hoe

I think I'm Kobe because I'm so 2-4

I'm in the foreign I ain't even gotta park my shit

Someone give Chief So' a mic so I can talk my shit

I'm 'a take my own Glock and I'm gonna spark my shit

If I put this up watch these niggas mock my shit

I remember selling white on the block

If we say aiki then that mean here come the cops

If we say onnat that mean here come the opps

We run up on that car like here you go some shots

I remember laying down in the grass

Waiting on the motherfucker opp to pass

Smack a bitch 'til she say, "Where the opps is at?"

Closed casket put 'em in a body bag

Now I'm popping tags fuck receipts

Now I got a rich mentality

I'll still blow that motherfucking thing

I'm going out like motherfucking Kane

I got that new emperor's groove Kuzco

I'm smoking dope baby I'm on Pluto

I pick my old hoe up with my new hoe

I think I'm Kobe because I'm so 2-4

I'm in the foreign I ain't even gotta park my shit

Someone give Chief So' a mic so I can talk my shit

I'm 'a take my own Glock and I'm gonna spark my shit

If I put this up watch these niggas mock my shit

What Was It lyrics - Chief Keef

Zaytoven

Bang

Bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang

Bang bang

Bang, bang, bang

Bang bang

I come through, lights and cameras, watch got me tripping

She like, "Buy me something," no, I ain't your nigga

It tastes so good, this here what I'm sipping

What I am is what I am, naw, I ain't flipping

Got shooters in the trenches, bad bitch do the dishes

Maid do my laundry, come in here, you'll be missing

I got all these hundreds, that is how I does it

She like, "You know my name?" Naw bitch, what was it?

No tears in the bucket but it's fuck it

Think I'm from the Rucker how I'm causing ruckus

Three point shit, bitch, I'm shooting buckets

My car caught her at the light and he told her suck it

Bitches see me, they be tweaking, say they love me

Why was it? 'Cause my pants so puffy

Four thousand for this Gucci and it's fluffy

I come through clownin' like I'm Krusty

Bang, call me Sosa Balboa

I got a bad temper like Florida

She think 'cause she got a peach like Georgia

She want me to wife her, but I gotta get my lawyer

I come through, lights and cameras, watch got me tripping

She like, "Buy me something," no, I ain't your nigga

It tastes so good, this here what I'm sipping

What I am is what I am, naw, I ain't flipping

Got shooters in the trenches, bad bitch do the dishes

Maid do my laundry, come in here, you'll be missing

I got all these hundreds, that is how I does it

She like, "You know my name?" Naw bitch, what was it?

I'm Glo'd up, put the cameras on me

Don't try, I got the hammer on me

I'ma scoop your bitch in a minute

She don't think I'm in the Lambo

But I'll see her in a minute

Gotta get me a dental

Pull on her, make her crippled

It can all be so simple

I want you to go down

You can do the cha-cha, limbo

My car be slicing, Kimbo

Margielas, fuck your Timbos

I come through I'm capping

Remember when I was little

Wind up shittin' on your Rollie, I don't want bologna

I want me some steak, I want me some money

I want me some fifties, I got me some hundreds

Just to keep it one hundred, this clip hold a hundred

What's up under my hood, you don't wanna see it, nigga

I take money, you don't wanna be it

Man, I come from the hood, now I'm rich preaching

It ain't 'bout the money, then I can't see it

I come through, lights and cameras, watch got me tripping

She like, "Buy me something," no, I ain't your nigga

It tastes so good, this here what I'm sipping

What I am is what I am, naw, I ain't flipping

Got shooters in the trenches, bad bitch do the dishes

Maid do my laundry, come in here, you'll be missing

I got all these hundreds, that is how I does it

She like, "You know my name?" Naw bitch, what was it?

Bang (Bang)

Bang (Bang)

Bang (Bang)

(bang, bang)

Bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang

Kool-Aid lyrics - Chief Keef

Zaytoven

Get the fuck off the block, man

I don't even know you, B

You don't be with the gang, nigga

You don't make this thing go bang, nigga

You know what I'm sayin'

Call up gang, nigga

Skudda-skuh, doo-doo-doo, bang, nigga

You know what I'm at? Ay

Major capper alert, major capper

Major capper alert, I'm a major capper

Major capper alert, I'm a major capper

Major capper oh, oh, I'm a major capper

I'm cappin', ay

Assign sent, gotta find, got it, ay

Ay, I'm bracked out, boolin'

What's crackin'? I'm coolin'

Okay, Kool-Aid, okay, Kool-Aid

Okay, Kool-Aid, okay, Kool-Aid

Okay, Kool-Aid, okay, Kool-Aid

Okay, Kool-Aid, okay, Kool-Aid

Okay, Kool-Aid, okay, Kool-Aid

(So, y'all know "Okay, Kool-Aid?"

That mean "Okay, cool", "Okay, bool"

Whatever you wanna say, you know what I'm sayin'?)

I got the popcorn when I start shootin' (You hear me?)

Shootin' at you, you, and you and

I got a hundred for you, you, and you and, ay

I got a fifty for him and his crew and, ay

Nike, bitch, I come through doin', ay

I'm doin' what you never knewin', ay

Pull up foreign, now I'm riding stupid (Skrrt, ridin')

I pulled up sliding stupid (Skrrt, slidin')

Shawty Lo, man, my diamonds foolish (Shawty Lo, man, my diamonds)

Ain't got a jet, ay, I'm riding stupid (ay, I'm ridin', ay)

I'm just freestyling to it (Freestyling, ay)

I just get to it, wildin' through it (Wildin', gang)

I ain't going through, I'm wilding through it, ay (Wildin' through it)

I'm spending cash like it's nothing to it (Nothin' to it)

You can hear my chains in music

Ay, I meant you can hear my chains up in the music (Okay, so this why I got a little confused)

I come up and I'm banging stupid (I'm bangin' though, I'm always banging)

I come up and I'm slanging Cupid to all the hoes (I'm slangin' love to these hoes)

But I don't believe in Cupid (I don't believe in love, nah)

I think that shit is so stupid (That shit is so, so)

I came through and I'm fucking tripping (Came through, oh)

The hoes like, "So what you doin'?" (What you doin'?)

Say, "I'm wilding, man, I'm living life" (I'm wildin', ay)

I don't think twice when I'm finna buy (Beep, don't stand a chance)

I don't think twice when I'm finna fuck (When I'm finna fuck that bitch, ay)

I mean she don't think twice when she finna suck (She finna suck that dick, ay)

I came through busting like Dillinger (Like Dillinger)

Fuck nigga get your feelings hurt (Nigga, get your feelings hurt)

He wanna cry, that nigga jealous (He jealous, wow)

I'm rocking Margielas (Margielas, ay)

I'm a no belt rocking (I'm a no belt rocking)

Pull up, show stopping (Pull up, show stopping)

Nigga, you know how I'm rocking (You know how the rock I'm rocking)

I'm shining like my Johnny (Shining like my Johnny)

Bitch pussy funky (Funky, bitch)

Told her, "Bitch, my weed funky" (My weed funky, bitch)

I don't wanna fuck you, dummy (I don't wanna fuck you, bitch)

You a dirty bitch, you a junkie, ay (You a slander, bitch)

Came through smoking funky, stinky (Bitch, ay)

And I got my thingy and blingy (Bitch)

I shoot your fucking scalp (Scalp)

I'm rapping like I'm off a fucking flap (Fuckin' flap)

Doors flapping (Doors flappin')

I come through, not doin' Charles nothin'

Tell my maid wash my clothes (Wash my clothes)

I told my maid watch my hoes (Watch my hoes)

These hoes might steal something (Might steal somethin')

I don't want to hit 'em with the steel, nah (With the steel, nah)

My bitch got a steel nose (Got a steel nose)

When she thick, she think she got some steel toes (Think she got some steel toes)

What the fuck was that? That ass was tweakin', though

Ha-ha-ha, bang

What Up lyrics - Chief Keef

Leave everything else alone, man, only thing you need to be doin' or worried 'bout or tryna get high with is marijuana. If it ain't that then you're tripping, man! But other than that man, like I said, man, me and Holiday we been doing this shit since motherfuckin'... 2 years. It's been 2 years 3 years now you know what I'm saying na mean I'm still rocking with him you know he gang. Gang shit, you know, and what makes it so special is that shit... I'm different, he different. You can't say we are the same as him or say we are the same as them, you know what I'm saying? 'Cause I got people copying me and I'm sure Holiday got the same-type shit. Motherfucker's biting styles biting. You know what I'm saying, biting hands, biting biting arms, you know what I'm saying biting, just biting and motherfuckers just biting but ya know. I don't bite, this what I do, if I'm influenced by a person, like if I'm influenced by Weezy. If I'm influenced Wop, I'm influenced by Roc, I'm influenced by Jeezy. You know what I'm saying? I'm influenced 50, I'm influenced by those type of people. My music that I make will be ' influenced by ' but it will always be Chief Sosa being himself at the same time you know what I'm sayin'?

What up? What up?

You talkin' money, what up? You talkin' drama, what up?

What up? Get wet up, roll down the window what up?

Finna get what up? I don't fuck with bitches, they're set-ups

What up? Coming in like what up?

He pull out pour that mud up, we ain't sipping, shut up

Bitch shut up, like what up? He pull up like wassup

Sneak diss us you fucked up, fuck around fuck around

Get bucked up

State of emergency for currency

These bitches want me urgently, they heard of me

Flexing harder than Hercules bitches smirk at me

I'm getting money wasn't used to perfect things

What up? You pitch your money it's worth a swing

I'm in the club, flicking money it ain't worth a thing

I got my snub up try to the take my money I up the thing

I up it then Bang Bang Bang Bang nigga, what you mean?

What up? If ya getting money fuck with me

If he hating then, he probably look up to me

I love munna. Blue Benjamins. They stuck with me

End of my story if ya talking money fuck with me

What up? What up?

You talkin' money, what up? You talkin' drama, what up?

What up? Get wet up, roll down the window what up?

Finna get what up? I don't fuck with bitches, they're set-ups

What up? Coming in like what up?

He pull out pour that mud up, we ain't sipping, shut up

Bitch shut up, like what up? He pull up like wassup

Sneak diss us you fucked up, fuck around fuck around

Get bucked up

Fuck around, fuck around get bucked up

Fuck nigga outta luck up, pull up, nigga

Wassup nigga seven up ya (ay), fuck up nigga?

Bang, bang, buck, buck, nigga, come through shooting out truck, trucks, nigga

And cuts, cuts, nigga

We don't give a motherfuckin' fuck fuck nigga

Wassup nigga? You fuck with the opp-opps nigga?

You be up up nigga with opp-opp niggas

On their block-block nigga? I pull up-up-up send shot-shots

At all y'all niggas, I had to come up out my mansion for this

Nonsense call y'all niggas, ay, what up?

Come through with the rumble of the royal nigga

Like wassup? I'ma Chicago Bear make you fumble nigga

I don't know wassup it's always opps gonna slump you nigga

In other words if you fuck with me then I fuck with you nigga

What up? What up?

You talkin' money, what up? You talkin' drama, what up?

What up? Get wet up, roll down the window what up?

Finna get what up? I don't fuck with bitches, they're set-ups

What up? Coming in like what up?

He pull out pour that mud up, we ain't sipping, shut up

Bitch shut up, like what up? He pull up like wassup

Sneak diss us you fucked up, fuck around fuck around

Get bucked up

Fat lyrics - Chief Keef

Zaytoven

Bet me, I got ten stacks, nigga

You trippin', I got them racks, nigga

Come to my house, the gang gotta pat niggas

Down, the gang love to whack niggas

Mmh, mmh, Chief Sosa love to slap bitches

Let's get it done, Chief Sosa love to wrap shit up

The green I love, I don't care about no black nigga

Or no white nigga, skinny nigga, fat nigga

You saw me walk up with the fuckin' racks, right?

Flamin' hot a nigga, bitch it's snack time

Gummy bear a nigga just like Trolli

I'm in the tropics gettin' head by Leloni (Bang)

She said, "You fucked my friend, why you tryin' me?"

She said she ain't a thot, I'm like, "Bitch, don't lie to me"

Bitch, I ain't a bed, you can't lie on me

I fuck around and leave you, don't rely on me

I got hella guns, right now they tweakin'

Gotta wake 'em up, right now they sleepin'

I got hella cash and she want me to throw it

He say he got cash but I want him to show it (Bang)

Bet me, I got ten stacks, nigga

You trippin', I got them racks, nigga

Come to my house, the gang gotta pat niggas

Down, the gang love to whack niggas

Mmh, mmh, Chief Sosa love to slap bitches

Let's get it done, Chief Sosa love to wrap shit up

The green I love, I don't care about no black nigga

Or no white nigga, skinny nigga, fat nigga

I don't care about you little two boys

My watch a house, you didn't even know it

I be pimpin' like I'm ballin' with Jordan

Dennis Rodman with the colorful floors

This bitch be actin' just like Felicia

I told the bitch, "Beat it, Chewbacca"

I see this goofy nigga starin' at me

He like, "I just wanna see what you coppin'" (Bang, bang)

Bet me, I got ten stacks, nigga

You trippin', I got them racks, nigga

Come to my house, the gang gotta pat niggas

Down, the gang love to whack niggas

Mmh, mmh, Chief Sosa love to slap bitches

Let's get it done, Chief Sosa love to wrap shit up

The green I love, I don't care about no black nigga

Or no white nigga, skinny nigga, fat nigga

I don't care about a black nigga, white nigga, skinny nigga, fat nigga

A fat nigga

I don't care about a white nigga, black nigga, skinny nigga, fat nigga

A fat nigga

My pockets fat, nigga

That's why I don't care about a black nigga, skinny nigga, fat nigga, white nigga

Call Me lyrics - Chief Keef

Sosa, what the fuck you been on?

You can call me Lord Theodore

You can call me Lord Farquaad

Call me Lord, yeah, boy

Call me Lord of the Rings

Call me lord of the chains

Call me lord of the cars

Call me lord of the gang

She think it's Purple Rain like Prince

These blue hundreds, what you colorblind, bitch?

The same nigga, how they think that I'm gonna switch?

Break his ass like a Kit-Kat, ay, 'cause he think that I'm a bitch

Out in Cali' with the shit

Ride foreign, foenem riding on the switch

Low rider how this Glock start hip-hop

Put some spots on his ass, yeah, chicken pox him

Red dot on his nose, yeah, Rudolph him

Do you need extermination? I got tools on me

Rolled up on your bitch and she drooled on me

She said, "That nigga got his check and he blew it on me."

I said, "Bitch, I don't care, I don't give a fuck."

You'd think I'm from Baltimore how I wheelie up

Who the bosses in this shit? Ay, really us

You think you funny? Damn right, you be killing us

Sosa, what the fuck you been on?

You can call me Lord Theodore

You can call me Lord Farquaad

Call me Lord, yeah, boy

Call me Lord of the Rings

Call me lord of the chains

Call me lord of the cars

Call me lord of the gang, bang

Call me lord of the beats, lord of the streets

Got your bitch in my room going under sheets

Call me lord of the century, lord of the week

Call me lord of the turned, lord of the T

That bitch ain't shit but the lord of bugging me

These niggas ain't shit but the lord of hugging me

They talk behind my back, get smacked if you come at me

I'm tweaking, how these hoes be fucking me? They said I was ugly

Bitch seen the blue light in my car, she wanna come with me

Bitch, I gotta win this race, you can't run with me

Want war, we can tug-o'

Fuck a fight, boy, my chopper love to tussle

You think you off the drink, you sippin' "Robitussin"

What Chief So' on? He always on to something

Two outfits, I pass one to my cousin

Ain't no love baby, yes, a bunch of lusting, ay, buzzin'

Sosa, what the fuck you been on?

You can call me Lord Theodore

You can call me Lord Farquaad

Call me Lord, yeah, boy

Call me Lord of the Rings

Call me lord of the chains

Call me lord of the cars

Call me lord of the gang

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