Going Home lyrics - Chief Keef

CB on the beat

Hollywood J

I was busy slidin' in the 918 (skrrt)

Baby momma text me at 5:18 (yah)

Bad bitch text me at 6:16 (bitch)

'Bout 7 A.M. she was lickin' me

Why she send these kissy-face emojis to my phone? (huh?)

She diggin' hard on a nigga 'cause I'm goin' strong

She don't wanna smoke because what I smoke is strong

I'm in it all night, don't know when she goin' home

She gon' slob on my knob like a corn on the cob

But we can't go out in public, there's paparazzi to dodge

As I'm droppin' the top, told her shoot for the stars

I know she gon' love me because every woman does

As I slide in that water she get wet like a slide

No I cannot stop her, she gon' go like a ride

She keep that thing clean, it be smellin' like some Tide

But no I cannot wife her so it's lookin' like divide

She noticed me in the strip club throwin' racks

It was me and the gang, we was lookin' like a tribe

When she came to the crib it was lookin' like a vibe

Shawty got that head on her that I can't describe

I was busy slidin' in the 918 (skrrt)

Baby momma text me at 5:18 (yah)

Bad bitch text me at 6:16 (bitch)

'Bout 7 A.M. she was lickin' me

Why she send these kissy-face emojis to my phone? (huh?)

She diggin' hard on a nigga 'cause I'm goin' strong

She don't wanna smoke because what I smoke is strong

I'm in it all night, don't know when she goin' home

Shawty gettin' free feels, put her hands on my wheel

But I can't really trust her, got my hands on the steel (bang)

I go in for the kill, rollin' like a ferris wheel

She get wetter than a ship, shawty got that Navy Seal

She was talkin' all tough, but I got her walkin' stiff

We had a bet that if I hit it good, she would make me meals

You would think it's homicide how I hit her with the steel

All this energy it took, I should hit her with a bill

She really want it all so I hit her with a lil'

Yeah she say she want some more, say that's all I got to give

No relationship, a friend zone is all I got to build

When it come to catchin' bodies, girl I got a lot of kills

I was busy slidin' in the 918 (skrrt)

Baby momma text me at 5:18 (yah)

Bad bitch text me at 6:16 (bitch)

'Bout 7 A.M. she was lickin' me

Why she send these kissy-face emojis to my phone? (huh?)

She diggin' hard on a nigga 'cause I'm goin' strong

She don't wanna smoke because what I smoke is strong

I'm in it all night, don't know when she goin' home (bang!)

Two Zero One Seven (2017)

• So Tree
• Fix That
• Empty
• Reefah
• Falling On The Floor
• Short
• Knock It Off
• Hit The Lotto
• Check
• Dope Smokes
• Control
• Trying Not To Swear
• Go
• Telling It All
• Stand Down
• Running Late
• Anything Gets You Paid 

So Tree lyrics - Chief Keef

I remember when the big homies used to shit on me

Pull up in that motherfucker with the sticks on us

Cash fallin' out my pants cause it sticks on me

Hand me the repellent cause this nigga bitch only

Remember when I got OG'd by the OGs

Nigga, you can stop actin' like you know me

If I fuck a nigga bitch, I'ma do it low-key

Pullin' out big bucks 'cause I'm So Tree

I'm checkin' the mail

I'm weighin' the scale

I'm buyin' the bail

Smokin' on dope 'til my mind is dull

Nigga like me gon' find a way

Jeans like this, you only find in Paris

Me and cash got some kind of marriage

I got too many diamond pendants

All this ice, I'm divin' in it

Brand new truck, I'm ridin' in it

Meeting gang I'm slidin' in it

LV's all on my denim

Wrist got big diamonds in 'em

Shades got them M's on 'em

Pockets got them bands on 'em

.40 got a fan on it

Accounts, I put bands on it

Payed 6 bands for this Fendi

I get jiggy I get jiggy

Up this .223, I don't trust you, y'all look iffy

I got a 100 in this choppa since it's just 2, y'all get 50

Dream chasing like Meek Milly

Ridin' with a 50 up yo city, let's get it

I remember when the big homies used to shit on me

Pull up in that motherfucker with the sticks, homie

Cash fallin' out my pants 'cause the stick on me

Hand me the repellent 'cause this nigga bitch on me

Remember when I got OG'd by the OGs

Nigga, you can stop actin' like you know me

If I fuck a nigga bitch, I'ma do it low-key

Pullin' out big bucks 'cause I'm So Tree

Slick I'm tryna get 20 bathrooms

Need a beach house down in Cancun

I got a view of the stars and the moon

All this marble on the ground, grab a broom

Outside white, red seats in the coupe

Cameras all around it, I can see what you do

24's on it, I can ride through the snow

Cops on my ass, now I'm ridin' real slow

Got one cousin missin', all he know is sell dope

He don't even care about the tourin' and the shows

He don't even wanna fuck the bitches and the hoes

Every time I visit, he in the kitchen with the stove

I remember when the big homies used to shit on me

Pull up in that motherfucker with the sticks, homie

Cash fallin' out my pants 'cause the stick on me

Hand me the repellent 'cause this nigga bitch on me

Remember when I got OG'd by the OGs

Nigga, you can stop actin' like you know me

If I fuck a nigga bitch, I'ma do it low-key

Pullin' out big bucks 'cause I'm So Tree

Fix That lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

[Chief Keef:]

I hit Saks, I spend racks

I spend stacks, I can get it back

Nigga, get back, I go click clack

Leave the pussy wet, don't get bitch smacked

Ride down on ya, in the tic tac

And this designer on me, it's fuckin' mismatched

Grab a big Mac, break your Kit Kat

All these tools on me, and I can fix that

When I was up in rehab, I was smokin' tooka dope

Ay, boy what you smokin' on? It's probably some fookah dope

Buy a Gucci throw it on, 5000 for it, how you ain't know?

Walk up in the Louis store, they know I got them big bankrolls

I am sippin' purple drank, no girl, this is not yellow

No I do not know that hoe, she in Miami, I know

Now I'm somewhere in west coast, smokin' on the best dope

Fat ass clipper in my chop, if you want a trim, let's go

Ooh, I'm acting a fool, hoes say I'm rude

And some say I'm cute, and make me food

I'm up at Barney's, don't want no Louis

I want Balmain's, I don't want no shoes

So smooth, won't catch me snooze

Ooh, my watch a fool

It's fucked, them niggas bools

Is it false, and or is it true?

[Tadoe:]

Y'all know how we bummin' man

Fresh off of tourin' man, back off of tourin' man

Back at it 24-H 365 man

Walk up in Barney's, can't even decide, man

Balmain's, no red bottoms

You hear me? Big bands, finesse y'all

You see us doin' this shit nigga, 'cause we still doin' this shit

Nigga, so was doin' this shit 'cause we been doin' this shit

Nigga, y'all know how the fuck we comin', nigga

R.I.P. Blood nigga, R.I.P. Cap nigga

Sneak diss, catch a slug, nigga

[Chief Keef:]

Put a nigga on a stretcher

Who is that though? Youngest flexer

Y'all got questions, I can't answer

I'm a rich nigga, no time for dandruff

Dodgin' Aiki, smokin' dopey

She has the best head, she gets a trophy

Nigga, I'm 2-4, you do not know me

You are a peon, that's what she told me

Empty lyrics - Chief Keef

I'm so motherfuckin' true like I'm 2 Chainz

Ridin' in that Mayweather with your boo thing

Every summer I pop up with some new chains

In these Balmains, filled with them blue things

And these hoes on my back like my Fendi

You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy

And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me

Big stash in it, they think that it's empty

When a real nigga talkin', please don't speak

My watch tried to take your bitch from me

Dead 'mens in my pockets, all hunnid

Bitch, I'm sippin' right now, don't even touch me

No, I'm not sippin' slow

Just pass me the ball

I'ma pick and roll

I get that give and go

I'm out there gettin' dough

Sosa what's your goals? I don't really know

But I know I want a new house, new shit, new money, new that

New this, new thot, new bitch

Every time I have mood switch

New Gucci, new Louis

New shirts, new pants, new kicks

New drink, new weed

I'm surrounded by a bunch of new shit

I'm so motherfuckin' true like I'm 2 Chainz

Ridin' in that Mayweather with your boo thing

Every summer I pop up with some new chains

In these Balmains, filled with them blue things

And these hoes on my back like my Fendi

You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy

And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me

Big stash in it, they think that it's empty

Big stash pot in the car for a fuck nigga

Soon as I see you creepin' up, I'ma bust, nigga

One thing about my pistol, we got lots of trust, nigga

He know he's a throw-away and he don't give a fuck, nigga

Don't let my niggas catch you on that rough, nigga

All these waves, I feel like I'm Puff, nigga

At the top it's just us, nigga

If you ain't with us, we don't really fuck with you

I'm countin' cash on my ten fingers or my ten toes

When I wanna be low-key, I'm in that Land Rover

You can put me in detox, don't think I'm stayin' sober

Jump in front of this metro train, and get ran over

I'm so motherfuckin' true like I'm 2 Chainz

Ridin' in that Mayweather with your boo thing

Every summer I pop up with some new chains

In these Balmains, filled with them blue things

And these hoes on my back like my Fendi

You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy

And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me

Big stash in it, they think that it's empty

Reefah lyrics - Chief Keef

When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon

I'm gettin' money, these niggas don't know the meanin'

I just got to leanin' 'cause I was double cup feenin'

Out there rockin' the Glock, niggas bet' not come in between it

When I was 16, I was on the Front wit' a nina

Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers

If I still went to Dyett, I would be fuckin' the teachers

Pullin' up on the Lam' and smokin' ounces of reefah

I'ma bring the guap and I'ma bring the hoes too

And I got my shooter, you can get your ass barbecued

Jump this motherfuck how deep, nigga how are you?

Ride on yo block lookin' for you, nigga where are you?

You was lookin' suspect, I ain't want to harm you

Goin' real fast, I can show you what the turn do

Yes I was wit' yo bitch nigga, that don't concern you

Steam out that choppa, gon' fuck around and iron you

Came out the streets, made it further than the block go

All my vatos countin' guap, eatin' nachos

Acting like you ride nigga 'til you hit a pothole

Fresh ass nigga I be flexing on 'em macho

K let off and it's soundin' like a congo

Go in my hood and it's soundin' like a jungle

Ain't been back yet, I'm still runnin' from the popo

This .45 got more kick than the .44

When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon

I'm gettin' money, these niggas don't know the meanin'

I just got to leanin' 'cause I was double cup feenin'

Out there rockin' the Glock, niggas bet' not come in between it

When I was 16, I was on the Front wit' a nina

Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers

If I still went to Dyett, I would be fuckin' the teachers

Pullin' up on the Lam' and smokin' ounces of reefah

I'm sippin' on Wockhardt tastin' like Kool-Aid

I love money like Jay love D'Ussé

Countin' big bands like hip hip hooray

Hundreds in my pocket same color as a Blu-ray

Come get your fix, fuck around, be too late

Drank that you're sippin' fuck around, be bootleg

Chains on me look just like ice age

I got more pints than they carry at Rite Aid

Keep sneak dissin' boy, you don't wanna fight me

Got Tina on me and I beat it like Ike-y

When we let shots off, she was soundin' feisty

Plottin' on shit, she was soundin' real heisty

Lazy ass nigga always worried 'bout what niggas do

When I up the heat, nigga duck 'cause I'm finna shoot

Fuck around and hurt nigga, have the shells endin' you

If you get money, hit the lot 'tell 'em Bentley you

When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon

I'm gettin' money, these niggas don't know the meanin'

I just got to leanin' 'cause I was double cup feenin'

Out there rockin' the Glock, niggas bet' not come in between it

When I was 16, I was on the Front wit' a nina

Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers

If I still went to Dyett, I would be fuckin' the teachers

Pullin' up on the Lam' and smokin' ounces of reefah

Falling On The Floor lyrics - Chief Keef

Pop tags, fuck hoes, rock shows

Dodgin' hoes and I'm dodgin' narcos

I'm in your city and I've got my pole

It's a 50 bitch, call 5-0

Pint of the drink, got me movin' slow

All this fuckin' dope, all this fuckin' smoke

I think that I'm Kobe how I'm ballin' on a hoe

Hit the court, bitches fallin' on the floor

Slam dunk, layup, pull up, three point, what up

Boy, you're such a woulda coulda shoulda

Pull up on you in a what the uh uh

Rollin' up a egg roll, do you want some?

Run down on you, time to make you fumble

Let off ten shots and I made you stumble

Got that Ric Flair, do you want to rumble?

I am Tarzan made it outta jungle

Now I'm feet up countin' stupid paychecks

If you got a problem, nigga, say that

Sharper than an axe, cleaner than AJAX

Be worried about how many shots this K got

Pop tags, fuck hoes, rock shows

Dodgin' hoes and I'm dodgin' narcos

I'm in your city and I've got my pole

It's a 50 bitch, call 5-0

Pint of the drink, got me movin' slow

All this fuckin' dope, all this fuckin' smoke

I think that I'm Kobe how I'm ballin' on a hoe

Hit the court, bitches fallin' on the floor

Hey bitch, what's your name?

Hit the party, yeah, the gang's here

We finna leave, these niggas lame here

I'm finna hop up in a reindeer

I'm finna pick up a lil' slut hoe

I don't really wanna fuck though

I kill you with my own hands

Fo'nem would want me to bust though

Bitch, I'm still with that street shit

Clip longer than a fuckin' selfie stick

Be in your grass, yeah, I'm still on that creep shit

I'll hop out in your hood and take a pee bitch

Let's get it, catch up

Pop tags, fuck hoes, rock shows

Dodgin' hoes and I'm dodgin' narcos

I'm in your city and I've got my pole

It's a 50 bitch, call 5-0

Pint of the drink, got me movin' slow

All this fuckin' dope, all this fuckin' smoke

I think that I'm Kobe how I'm ballin' on a hoe

Hit the court, bitches fallin' on the floor

Short lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

[Chief Keef:]

I always wanted to be a rich nigga

Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga

Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga

Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas

Your bitch in love with a boss

I'm interceptin' her, Randy Moss

Real niggas don't pillow talk

Snitch niggas lives on chalk

I'm lookin' for the dope man, tell him pull up on me

Ridin' in that Ferrari, actin' fuckin' dorky

Big ass banana clip, actin' fuckin' monkey

The hollows in this .45 are chunky

Black chopper on me but the beam on it so red

Sell a human to a shark and some dope to a coke head

You were runnin' around these streets, nigga, you were so scared

I got all my ice on, Kool-Aid, man, oh yeah

So wavy I can float boats, gettin' off of dope smokes

You fake ass niggas, I can't take this shit no more

I'm down like some Low Pros, cookin' like it's four stoves

Floyd Mayweather, chopper givin' niggas low blow

I always wanted to be a rich nigga

Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga

Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga

Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas

Your bitch in love with a boss

I'm interceptin' her, Randy Moss

Real niggas don't pillow talk

Snitch niggas lives on chalk

[Tadoe:]

Residue up in my nail, weigh that weight up by the scale

Send those packs out through the mail

Send them bags off through the mail

High as hell, so poured a 12, prayin' I don't go to jail

When them bitches fuckin' land, I'ma cop a fucking Lam'

When I'm done with the grams, I might cop a AMG

That's all money goin', bitch, I got a tre on me

And we get 'em by the pint, I'ma pour a 8 at least

And we get 'em by the pint, I'ma pour a 8 at least

[Chief Keef:]

I always wanted to be a rich nigga

Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga

Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga

Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas

Your bitch in love with a boss

I'm interceptin' her, Randy Moss

Real niggas don't pillow talk

Snitch niggas lives on chalk

Knock It Off lyrics - Chief Keef

I had a .30 in my Hollister

Now I go in Gucci and I cop it all

Get out the way if you're not involved

Do me a favor, knock it off

Bang, bang, bang

Don't approch me if it ain't 'bout money

Boy you know how I'm comin'

No, I cannot pull up

She say I'm actin' funny

I hop out, get bags of money

Rock out like Led Zeppelin

Thot like, "What you up to?" Nothin'

She let me fuck this mornin'

Went and picked up a bag

These niggas is stealin' swag

I cannot fuck with you

If you don't fuck with gang

Roll up and blow your brain

Roll up, it's to the brain

Your life spent on my chain

She unbutton these Balmains

It's 300, them guys with me

We 'bout it, no Master P

Smokin' this celery

Countin' a salary

You did not ride with me

'Cause you were doubtin' me

You could've had your name on a Big Falcon tee

I'm swervin', I'm not suburban

We ain't worried, yeah, we searchin'

Don't get nervous, eat this bird shit

We at it early, mac burnin'

I had a .30 in my Hollister

Now I go in Gucci and I cop it all

Get out the way if you're not involved

Do me a favor, knock it off

Bang, bang, bang

You know I got them thousands

And they in my trousers

I'll buy a bag of weed

With your allowance

Buy some kicks, it's gon' round me

To the nearest thousands

Too much damn dino juice

I'm feelin' lousy

You like to copy

I have the hobbies

Don't make me sign Turbo

On your autopsy

You're with your possé

We got a shotty

I am with ISIS

You cannot stop me

With gang, I blow dope with them

We be like on folks and them

Sippin' all this lean, baby

Can you tell me somethin'

Am I slurrin'?

Am I slurrin'?

Bitches say I look better in person

I'm swervin', I'm not suburban

We ain't worried, yeah, we searchin'

Don't get nervous, eat this bird shit

We at it early, mac burnin'

I had a .30 in my Hollister

Now I go in Gucci and I cop it all

Get out the way if you're not involved

Do me a favor, knock it off

Bang, bang, bang

I'm ridin' with my soldiers

Fast roller coaster

If you don't understand me

Blah, go the toaster

I'm hard on my motor

I am not a loafer

You don't want no cancer

I keep the toaster

You know I got the piece

And a pound of weed

This weed ain't got no seeds

Your bed ain't got no freak

I just po'd up four threes

You're runnin' out of lean

I just wanna be on Forbes

I'm runnin' out of dreams

I'm swervin', I'm not suburban

We ain't worried, yeah, we searchin'

Don't get nervous, eat this bird shit

We at it early, mac burnin'

I had a .30 in my Hollister

Now I go in Gucci and I cop it all

Get out the way if you're not involved

Do me a favor, knock it off

Bang, bang, bang

Hit The Lotto lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Kash)

[Kash:]

I get stacks, pockets fat

I'm Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt

Tic for tat, we back to back

I'm gettin' chauffeured around, and I'm relaxed (duh)

I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto

I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto

I'm in the Range, eatin' snacks

I'm in the back, like Barack

Like Mrs. Michelle, I ring bells

These the new Jordan's, can't you tell?

Class in session, grab a chair

You made me flex, how do you dare

I'm with my girls, at a fair

Hit a duck, and won a bear

I need you to add this up, grab a calculator

Could've rapped a whip Barbie beat, but I got more flavor

Get fly before you're higher, super sharp like a taper

She don't like me, I don't blame her

I get stacks, pockets fat

I'm Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt

Tic for tat, we back to back

I'm gettin' chauffeured around, and I'm relaxed (duh)

I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto

I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto

[Chief Keef:]

I'm Mr. Otto, I'm goin' Pablo

I hits the models, I gets the bottles

I'm goin' psycho, nothing's recycled

Look how my ice glow, charged like a rhino

Well other than bool, I'm super cool

You can't stand me, get you a stool

We back to back in foreign's, no more rules

You gotta make investments and stop buyin' shoes

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

[Kash:]

I get stacks, pockets fat

I'm Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt

Tic for tat, we back to back

I'm gettin' chauffeured around, and I'm relaxed (duh)

I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto

I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto

I get stacks, pockets fat

I'm Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt

Tic for tat, we back to back

I'm gettin' chauffeured around, and I'm relaxed (duh)

I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto

I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto

Check lyrics - Chief Keef

Turbo

Sosa Baby

Bitch

Bitch

Bitch

O Block

300

Nigga go and get that check

Check, check, check, check, check, check

Just be all about the

Check, check, check, check, check, check

I'm in the mall running through a

Check, check, check, check, check, check

Sneak diss you can get your ass

Checked, checked, checked, checked, checked, checked

All I wanted was a check

All I wanted was a check

What you give is what you get

Make mistakes with no regrets

Take a bag and call me that

Take a pill and call me flat

She like 'you ain't call me back'

Look at how I float the wraith

I got astronomic swag

Call me Mr. Popping Tags

Caught your bitch popping ass

In the mall, dropping cash

Heavy like a body bag

Call my KK line and she got the tsunami swag

I just left West Fargo, the posse takes a lot of cash

All I want, is a check

Swear to God, on the set

Whip whip, make it stretch

I'ma come back and flex

I'm ridin' with the fuckin' tooly, (bang bang) you fucking move

My life is fucking Gucci and I get fucking coochie

Nigga go and get that check

Check, check, check, check, check, check

Just be all about the

Check, check, check, check, check, check

I'm in the mall running through a

Check, check, check, check, check, check

Sneak diss you can get your ass

Checked, checked, checked, checked, checked, checked

All I wanted was a check

Boy, what you want

We can get it on

I still tote a gun

To shoot on the first one

She say she like my Louie

Big chicken and blue cheese

I'm in that zoom like Boosie

Salute me or shoot me

Nigga go and get that check

Check, check, check, check, check, check

Just be all about the

Check, check, check, check, check, check

I'm in the mall running through a

Check, check, check, check, check, check

Sneak diss you can get your ass

Checked, checked, checked, checked, checked, checked

All I wanted was a check

I'm on an ATV in my backyard

Came a long way from the Chiraq yard

Slide down a nigga pull his mac card

Then I hit Gucci with a black card

Everybody be on that 'gang' shit

I didn't even know we was that large

I didn't even know I went that dumb

Foreigns in the shit that crash cars

You know I'm smoking on dope

You can get hung with a rope

Hundred bands in my pocket

I throw twenty of it on the floor

Got blue cheese in the strip club

I throw twenty of em' on a hoe

I'm in that bitch doing the most

And I got Bonecrusher with me. Let's go

O Block

Sosa Baby

Nigga go and get that check

Check, check, check, check, check, check

Just be all about the

Check, check, check, check, check, check

I'm in the mall running through a

Check, check, check, check, check, check

Sneak diss you can get your ass

Checked, checked, checked, checked, checked, checked

All I wanted was a check

Dope Smokes lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

Look how my ice hitting off of my wife beater

Hop out on you stunting in a white creature

Sixteen ounces in a two liter

M16 in a two seater

In Barney's getting designer by the boat load

Don't stress over me baby girl smoke dope

And the only thing I'm dodging is popo's

And I'm in love with that dope smoke

I love running through the bands

You ain't Glo then we giving niggas tans

You wanna flow I can give a nigga a hand

How these shells fly I'm giving niggas fans

Up in Hermes hand the clerk big bands

Big choppa on me 'cause I got big hands

Big racks on me like I'm wearing big pants

If my car go vroom, leave my shit mad

I ain't Jesus you're gon' fuck around with my feast

And your beauty queen fuck around with a beast

Automatic on me fuck around with a squeeze

110, 55 do that shit with ease

Look how my ice hitting off of my wife beater

Hop out on you stunting in a white creature

Sixteen ounces in a two liter

M16 in a two seater

In Barney's getting designer by the boat load

Don't stress over me baby girl smoke dope

And the only thing I'm dodging is popo's

And I'm in love with that dope smoke

Throwing money from the top, it's falling on the floor

I'm gon' send some shots, that's all a nigga know

And how many I squeeze its off how far a nigga go

Running through these pounds to show how much a nigga smoke

I ain't even got to say it you know where a nigga from

You can have a .30 on you we taking niggas guns

When I was up in school I was taking niggas lunch

And this ice on me dedicated to a gun

They say I do the most

I be like on folks

Now let's have a fucking toast

'Cause I made it through the smoke

Look how my ice hitting off of my wife beater

Hop out on you stunting in a white creature

Sixteen ounces in a two liter

M16 in a two-seater

In Barney's getting designer by the boat load

Don't stress over me baby girl smoke dope

And the only thing I'm dodging is popo's

And I'm in love with that dope smoke

Control lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

[Chief Keef:]

I'm high as I can be, I'm high as I can be

I'm high as I can be, I'm high as I can be

I'm high as I can be, I'm high as I can be

I'm high as I can be, high as I can be

I got racks on me

And the Mac on me

I got X on me, nigga

And the packs on me, nigga

You don't know me, nigga

There's somethin' wrong with me, nigga

And I'm screamin' fuck the law

Can't control me, nigga

You can't control me, nigga

Can't fuckin' fold me, nigga

I'm a [?], nigga

This bitch nosey, nigga

She like, "Sosa follow me, nigga"

I'm like, "Nigga, profit me, nigga"

I got tons of broccoli, nigga

I done hit the lottery, nigga

Please don't bother me

I'm off lean margarita

With a bad mamacita

And a bag off the meters

But I'm spazzin' on people

Splashin' on people

Swaggin' on people

In a two seater

I'm gettin' it by the large

These niggas crackin' cards

In the double R

I'm peelin' off dodges

Community service, remember pickin' up garbage

This time around, I be goin' my hardest

I'm high as I can be, I'm high as I can be

I'm high as I can be, I'm high as I can be

I'm high as I can be, I'm high as I can be

I'm high as I can be, high as I can be

I got racks on me

And the Mac on me

I got X on me, nigga

And the packs on me, nigga

You don't know me, nigga

There's somethin' wrong with me, nigga

And I'm screamin' fuck the law

Can't control me, nigga

[Tadoe:]

Hit the mall, straight cash bitch we cash all the spots

Hit the mall with that bag, your little hoe jaws dropped

Bitch, we fucked all the thots, bitches fuck our opps

Thirty bopper, 44. Mag, we gon' to send our shots

We gon' to hit all blocks, you like come ride with me

Hit the mall, spend that bag she like, "Get fly with me"

I'm like, "More broccoli," just keep on top o' me

I got more guap on me, what's your philosophy?

[Chief Keef:]

I'm high as I can be, I'm high as I can be

I'm high as I can be, I'm high as I can be

I'm high as I can be, I'm high as I can be

I'm high as I can be, high as I can be

I got racks on me

And the Mac on me

I got X on me, nigga

And the packs on me, nigga

You don't know me, nigga

There's somethin' wrong with me, nigga

And I'm screamin' fuck the law

Can't control me, nigga

Trying Not To Swear lyrics - Chief Keef

Man I miss standin' on the block

Totin' on the Glocks

Slidin' on the opps

Screamin' free the guys

In general pop

Bitch, I move fast

She gave me good top

Told that bitch stop

You want smoke, what's up?

Get your ass scuffed

I'm countin' green bucks

Boy, you smokin' huff

Where is the bus?

I need to get some stuff

The life I'm livin' rough

I'm tryin' not to cuss

Stackin' the mula, to hit my jeweler

You a unlicensed mover

You still can't move us

Got all of my ice on

They say it's too much

What's under this Hermes?

It's a slick the ruler

You gotta show us

You do not know us

Niggas is snitchin'

They paper showed us

Thew me in rehab

Well I'm still not sober

What is your goals?

You do not know

I'm sippin' drank 'til it put me to sleep

Countin' all this money, killed the thief in me

Ain't shit changed, still got beef in me

I can fuck all of the women that were teachin' me

Man I miss standin' on the block

Totin' on the Glocks

Slidin' on the opps

Screamin' free the guys

In general pop

Bitch, I move fast

She gave me good top

Told that bitch stop

You want smoke, what's up?

Get your ass scuffed

I'm countin' green bucks

Boy, you smokin' huff

Where is the bus?

I need to get some stuff

The life I'm livin' rough

I'm tryin' not to cuss

Bitch, I'm a dog, they can't tame me

The life that I live probably changed me

Up for ten days 'cause I can't sleep

A whole bunch of real niggas trained me

Your own dogs will cross you man, it can't be

The diamonds in my ear givin' me brain freeze

We don't count the same cash or smoke the same weed

Standin' on this foreign, I bleed like Rick James bleed

I'm stuck in the cheese, it's gettin' real steep

The diamonds on my neck, remind me of my jeep

My waist is LV, double Gs on my jeans

Cream, get the money, dollar dollar ching ching

Man I miss standin' on the block

Totin' on the Glocks

Slidin' on the opps

Screamin' free the guys

In general pop

Bitch, I move fast

She gave me good top

Told that bitch stop

You want smoke, what's up?

Get your ass scuffed

I'm countin' green bucks

Boy, you smokin' huff

Where is the bus?

I need to get some stuff

The life I'm livin' rough

I'm tryin' not to cuss

Go lyrics - Chief Keef

Aye Chief Sosa, how you do it? (Do what?)

Smoke that dope like that, you a fool

I'm in that all, that bitch is tall

Me and my closet, look like the mall

Two-hundred miles

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go, go, go

The early bird get the first worm, go

Cops can't come in here without no search warrant, no

Sosa do you love any these bitches? No

In that all white Wraith, bitch, I'm playin' in the snow

I got that jocker now, we can just spark it out

You want to talk it out, what is you talkin' 'bout?

I up the pistol, there's nothin' to talk about

I was just juggin', and thuggin', and ballin' out

I was just hoppin' out, bitches was fallin' out

I'm in that big all white body I'm wildin' out

I was just hoppin' out, bitches was fallin' out

I'm in that big all white body I'm wildin' out

Aye Chief Sosa, how you do it? (Do what?)

Smoke that dope like that, you a fool

I'm in that all, that bitch is tall

Me and my closet, look like the mall

Two-hundred miles

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go, go, go

It's 8 in the mornin' and I'm snorin', yawnin'

Now I'm up in the foreign, doin' somethin' important

Smokin' the dope and countin' the profit

And makin' the serves and billin' these corners

Feds pull me over, they say I look loaded

I'm saying, "No sir, it's just marijuana"

I know you hear me, I'm kickin' persona

I got a four nickel up in the bomber

What's my portfolio? My name is Julio

I'm goin' coolio up in the Louis coat

Big ass clip on me and it shoot a movie though

You do not want to be up in that movie though

Your hoe just pulled up and gave me that coochie though

Gave me the top and gave me the booty though

You not a gangster, you really a goofy though

You not a gangster, you really a goofy though

Aye Chief Sosa, how you do it? (Do what?)

Smoke that dope like that, you a fool

I'm in that all, that bitch is tall

Me and my closet, look like the mall

Two-hundred miles

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go, go, go

I'm so high, I'm screamin' out dopey

I'm about to win me a trophy

Bitches is tryin' to blow me

Look at my ice, it's snowy

Look in my eyes, it's Kobe

Look at the coupe, it's floatin'

Bitch sendin' me emojis

Hit her with the stogie

Fah fah bitch it's lit

Litter than a bitch

Step in my arsenal

I've been doin' extended shit

She got one night and a man

She shoes tryin' to stand this shit

I told her that that ain't happenin'

We might as well end this shit

I'm throwin' bands in the club, and I'm so high

You need to put some season on your beef nigga, 'cause that shit's so dry

Aye Chief Sosa, how you do it? (Do what?)

Smoke that dope like that, you a fool

I'm in that all, that bitch is tall

Me and my closet, look like the mall

Two-hundred miles

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Telling It All lyrics - Chief Keef

Runnin' to the cheese, lil' nigga, I ain't fuckin' round

Them hit-men with me lil' nigga, they will hunt you down

Sosa was never 'bout that life, how the fuck you sound

Put the red dot on your nose, you's a fuckin' clown

I'm in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight

We leave your ass left if you're not right

I'm in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight

Red insides, white out, that's a stop sign

And the truck look like a dump 'cause it's sittin' tall

Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga, ball

Gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all

And these diamonds and my jewelry tellin' it all

I hit Gucci just to stunt

I just poured me up a cup

I've been in it since a pup

I'm gonna get it, wish me luck

We in that tinted car, you fucked

Nah in Tunechis voice, you trucked

Rollin' dope up like a cluck

So much dope, it got me stuck

I swear I be high as fuck

In the mall just buyin' stuff

Ring me up, I'm cashin' out

Ain't with all that trying'stuff

And I got that iron tucked

I just started chargin' up

Ain't with all the fussin' stuff

In that vrrrrm cuttin' up

I'm in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight

We leave your ass left if you're not right

I'm in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight

Red insides, white out, that's a stop sign

And the truck look like a dump 'cause it's sittin' tall

Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga, ball

Gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all

And these diamonds and my jewelry tellin' it all

I'm in the diamond, district kickin' big shit

Bank roll, on me, poppin' big shit

Me and the crew, in your city we got big sticks

Big TV near the toilet, I take big shits

I had your bitch, in my office, now she dismissed

No attention, especially when she throwin' big fits

Forty pointers, and a watch, that's that big shit

A couple shows, my pockets fatter than a big bitch

Whole pint, now I gotta take a big piss

Triple A, I always got a-fuckin'-ssistance

Peter Parker, I always knew I had a sixth sense

And the opps, is always on my fuckin' hit-list

I'm in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight

We leave your ass left if you're not right

I'm in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight

Red insides, white out, that's a stop sign

And the truck look like a dump 'cause it's sittin' tall

Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga, ball

Gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all

And these diamonds and my jewelry tellin' it all

Stand Down lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

[Chief Keef:]

Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou

Ballin' so hard might foul you

Money in my pocket, might buy you

Start gettin' cash, they love you

Life that I live not for you

You fuck niggas in trouble

What comes with bein' loyal

That motherfuckin' royal

I'm a real fuckin' nigga, I don't care now

All that tough, talk get your man slammed

Swear I be feelin' like Bank Roll

Around these fuck niggas, can't stay 'round

Slide on your block, that's a man down

Fuck around and get your fuckin' mans drowned

Woo-Woo, that's that ambulance sound

I got the shooters ridin' with me nigga, stand down

These lame ass niggas can't stand me

These niggas can't feed of my energy

They ain't puttin' shit under my Christmas tree

Make the work stretch out like a centipede

Put a couple tracks down for my mini-mes

More bulls like I'm about to hit a Fendi

Get low 'cause I'm 'bout to hit a enemy

You turned 'cause you about to hit a penalty

I got the eyes of a lion, don't I?

I am the shit I am the fliest, aren't I?

See what I like, I'ma buy it, aren't I?

I'm part of them breeds that are dyin', aren't I?

I don't wanna drive, bitch, I wanna fly

Blue cheese on me, .40 on the side

You not down to ride

Niggas gonna die

This a homicide

We ain't gonna lie

Bankroll on me like P.J.

Hoppin' on a PJ

Hunnid band bands for a speed race

Baby, I'm sorry for the delay

I was on the phone buyin' hundred band shit off eBay

You know when we on tour

We gotta make a stop for some snacks

On the motherfuckin' speedway

You know when we on tour

We gotta make a stop for some snacks

On the motherfuckin' speedway

Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou

Ballin' so hard might foul you

Money in my pocket, might buy you

Start gettin' cash, they love you

Life that I live not for you

You fuck niggas in trouble

What comes with bein' loyal

That motherfuckin' royal

I'm a real fuckin' nigga, I don't care now

All that tough, talk get your man slammed

Swear I be feelin' like Bank Roll

Around these fuck niggas, can't stay 'round

Slide on your block, that's a man down

Fuck around and get your fuckin' mans drowned

Woo-Woo, that's that ambulance sound

I got the shooters ridin' with me nigga, stand down

You and your motherfuckin' boy lame

Me and them boys totin' things

And that right there is a sure thing

And I am smokin' that cure thing

I know you're smellin' this pure thing

You don't be movin' that pure 'cane

This cash that I'm spendin' is lil' change

A quarter the size of my earrin'

[Tadoe:]

Gettin' to the guap don't stall dog

Pass me the ball I'm a ball hog

Doin' more numbers than a call log

Smokin' on dope, it's a fog log

And I just poured me a eight

And I just copped me a SRT8

Sosa just copped that Wraith

Who wanna bet that cake?

[Chief Keef:]

Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou

Ballin' so hard might foul you

Money in my pocket, might buy you

Start gettin' cash, they love you

Life that I live not for you

You fuck niggas in trouble

What comes with bein' loyal

That motherfuckin' royal

I'm a real fuckin' nigga, I don't care now

All that tough, talk get your man slammed

Swear I be feelin' like Bank Roll

Around these fuck niggas, can't stay 'round

Slide on your block, that's a man down

Fuck around and get your fuckin' mans drowned

Woo-Woo, that's that ambulance sound

I got the shooters ridin' with me nigga, stand down

Running Late lyrics - Chief Keef

One for the money, two for the drugs

Three for my pistol, four for the slug

One, two, coming for you

Three, four, knocking on your door

Five, six, coming through your gate

Seven, eight, we was running a little late

Nine, ten, I'm riding with extendeds

Eleven, twelve, Forbes on my hit list

Thirteen, fourteen, karats on my pinky

Fifteen, sixteen, tattoos bitch I'm inky

Seventeen, eighteen, chains got me iced out

Nineteen, twenty fucking bands to get you sniped out

Little case twenty-one bands will get you right out

Free Cdai a .22 shotter on me right now

Twenty-three's on the car twenty-four's on the truck

Twenty-five times 2's in my motherfucking Glock

I got twenty-six pumps for a motherfucking thot

I'm sending twenty-seven shots at a motherfucking opp

One for the money, two for the drugs

Three for my pistol, four for the slug

One, two, coming for you

Three, four, knocking on your door

Five, six, coming through your gate

Seven, eight, we was running a little late

Twenty-nine, thirty, I was posted with them .30s

Thirty-one, thirty-two, I'm so gone like a birdy

Thirty-three, thirty-four, call me Sosa Paul Birdy

Thirty-five, thirty-six, I got my ball all dirty

Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, Tony Tiger bitch I'm great

Thirty-nine, forty, I can sense these niggas fate

Forty-one, forty-two, I want it from them in the coupe

I'm going 143 and 144 too

Forty-five for my jacket, aw man!

Forty-six in them and we giving out ten

Forty-seven of them bands

Big racks like I wear a 48 in pants

Bang, bang

One for the money, two for the drugs

Three for my pistol, four for the slug

One, two, coming for you

Three, four, knocking on your door

Five, six, coming through your gate

Seven, eight, we was running a little late

Anything Gets You Paid lyrics - Chief Keef

Fuck what they say, you can rule the world

I'm blingin' thanks to my jeweler, girl

I ain't worried about you, girl

I ain't chasin' no stupid girls

I know I can hit it any day I want

Fuck your friends, baby, just say I won't

I'm sittin' here at Cryo, therapy for my muscles

You got cash for me? Put it in my duffle

I like to get it, count it, in a money machine

I cannot trust you, that's my honesty

How many times you said you're down with me?

All of these times you thought you were on to me

I don't love you, I know baby, I'm so wrong

You called me, like Monica, I'm so gone

You leavin' voicemails like, "Nigga please, answer your phone"

Slammin' my doors sayin' I ain't goin' home

Scratchin' my cars with keys

Hitting my Balmain's with bleach

Broke the glass all in my seat

I'm leavin' girl, you awful to me

Don't want me to see my shawty

That's that shit my mama taught me

For all the shit my mama bought me

I owe her a million times for all it

Camp Glotiggy (2016)

• Adam & Eve
• Again
• Handles
• Ganga
• Masturbation
• My Shit
• What Was It
• Kool-Aid
• What Up
• Fat
• Call Me
• Got
• Beethoven
• Dakota
• Opponent
• Rap About It
• Check It Out
• X-Men 

Adam & Eve lyrics - Chief Keef

Okay, I'm hearing some big things about this guy Chief Otto

He hits the lotto all the time, but I hear that he doesn't want me to say Otto or lotto in the same sentence because he doesn't take any Ls you know what I mean?

I don't really know what to tell you guys

I'm smoking on some very very sticky shit man

It's reeking out the pack it's on some stinky shit man

Pull up and beat my pistol how you beat your dick man

Hold on what I'm saying that's some tweaky shit man

I be on that be freaky shit man

Hopped on the beat and I'm freaking like I'm Adam

Ask God was I sinning he said yes

I'm like that was Eve that wasn't me right there

Hop out these hoes kitty, meow

Mike Jones these hoes be feeling me now

Ain't no frisking they ain't feeling me down

Like a poster they be peeling me down

If you ain't high how could you eat now?

I done ate fifty things I'm still eating now

A rich nigga that's really me now

Hoes say since I'm a king they want to be my queen now

If I miss bet you won't get the rebound

Since Cap died I'm a Margiela fiend now

I'm Cappin on these niggas and they say that he foul

Foul for what? 'Cause we knocked your ass out of the bound?

I'm smoking on some very very sticky shit man

It's reeking out the pack it's on some stinky shit man

Pull up and beat my pistol how you beat your dick man

Hold on what I'm saying that's some tweaky shit man

I be on that be freaky shit man

Hopped on the beat and I'm freaking like I'm Adam

Ask God was I sinning he said yes

I'm like that was Eve that wasn't me right there

I'm smoking on a very big-ass joint

[?]

I'm glowing harder I kill your satellite dish TV networks while you watch ESPN

I'm ballin' on these bitches I don't need ESPN

I ain't gonna shake that nigga hand he thought he was my friend

I'm only friends with bands I ain't no damn friends with man

Pussy-ass nigga I can smell from over here

That bitch give me top then she hit it over here

I've been cappin' and boolin' since they told me foe nem dead

I'm 'a stack this cheese up [?] go to the next

Level with my bezel, blinging like a bitch

I'm smoking on some very very sticky shit man

It's reeking out the pack it's on some stinky shit man

Pull up and beat my pistol how you beat your dick man

Hold on what I'm saying that's some tweaky shit man

I be on that be freaky shit man

Hopped on the beat and I'm freaking like I'm Adam

Ask God was I sinning he said yes

I'm like that was Eve that wasn't me right there

Again lyrics - Chief Keef

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bang

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ay

Oh, I'm smoking the dope, ay, but I'm reeking again

Yeah, I'm off the dope, yeah I'm tweakin' again

Sosa baby

Where he at, right there

That shit right there he did it again

He did it again. He did it again. He did it again

He did it again. He did it again. He did it again

He hit it again. He hit it again

That's your bitch. He hit it again

He hit it again. He hit it again

Smoking on pissy again

I'm counting up Benjis again

Fucking on bitches again

Me and my niggas again

Running to the money like Sonic, little nigga, I ain't stumbling, I ain't fumbling

I'ma get a million out the motherfucking bank and I'm gon' Tumblr it

I did it again, I hit it again

Let yo ho hit, she gon' let me feel it again

I'm sipping again, I'm killing again

Pulled up in the parking lot, killing the shit

Fresher than a bitch, she feeling the kid

Ain't no motherfucking killing the kid

Cut this on, bet they're feeling this shit

Like I just came out the oven with it

I'm living again, flipping again

Get your bitch, she's tripping again

Bitch why you sleep? What you sipping again?

Meanwhile I'm in the studio ripping again

I don't need no bed

She gon' give me some head

While I'm standing at the mic, speaking on shit

I was speaking on shit

When I go get the money, I leave with the shit

Money in my closet, I don't need no vault bitch

Only want the top, you can keep your walls bitch

Treat the money like my dog, I'm walking the shit

My dog ain't with the walking and shit

My dog like riding foreigns and shit

My dog like riding on boards and shit

Take a look at my wrist like I'm whipping again

In the kitchen again with the chickens again

When I pop a flat, I think I'm geeking again

Tollin' bitches again in the city again

Yo ho gon' let me hit it again 'cause I'm in her city again

She tell me she in my city again

I thought I told yo ass not to hit me again

I need seven beats hit up Tiggy again

Bitch wearing makeup she think she pretty again

I was in L.A., came from Hawaii and hit up Philly again

All this fucking ice, them not lights, they're like I'm telling ya, man

Hop in my car, pedal stomping again

Pour up the drank, watch it bubble again

Baby, you on my dick keep coming again

Say you like short hair, bitch cut it again

You wanna be my friend, I can't condone the shit

'Cause all these niggas be phony and shit

Eating on steak, macaroni and shit

Scars on my face like Tony and shit

She all on my dick, the bitch bony and shit

Bitch my house a island like Coney and shit

Check out my pockets, they're bloaty and shit

Tadoe tripping off the molly again

Justo, bitch I'm falling again

Got yo bitch and she ride me like a Harley again

Don't even think bitch, top me again

She like Chief So slap me again

I think she's digging my fabric again

I don't think these niggas wanna battle again

Hopped in my pool and I'm piling again

I'm trapping again, I'm rapping again

I'm bipolar, I'm snapping again

Pulled up on yo bitch, doors flapping again

Ass clapping again, hair up in the wind

Doing magic again, she let me hit it again

Get my hair done, told bitch clip it again

Gave her ass 800, I'm tipping again

Racks in my pocket, limping again

Money in my pocket, dripping again

All these clumsy ass hoes, I'm tripping again

Why she steady talking to me, she flipping again

Watch I get it again, spit it again

Get on the mic and spit it again

Like a Blu-ray, told the bitch spin it again

I was looking like a lean nigga, I'm leaning again

I playing so woman what's some leaning again

That's Olinda again, I do my leaning again

Ring, ring on my phone that's Peter again

Got some bands again, he done did it again

Smoking big ass blunts, I feel it again

Told yo bitch I'm a doctor I'll heal her again

Told yo bitch wear gym shoes, heel it again

I'll smack yo ass for disrespecting again

Handles lyrics - Chief Keef

Hey man, RIP my brothers, man

RIP Blood, RIP Cap

I be around blood brothers all the time

Zaytoven

I'm just gon' do flexin' for 'em

Man, I walk in the mall, I'm flexin' for 'em all the time, you know?

I go cash, I buy ten pairs of, of the Cap shoes, you know?

I'm boolin', you know, I'm countin' motherfuckin'

I'm countin' big face hundreds, you know?

With the dopeman

Moment of silence, light some candles

Bitch, I'm ballin' and I got the handles

Smoking so much weed I'm fogging up my windows

I'm riding foreign and it got the handles

I'ma handle these niggas out the rental

My car be geeking, all I did was touch the handle

Leave it up to me to get this money, I'm gon' handle it

I got the ball and I got the handles, bitch

H-A-N-D-L-E

I'm off the B-R-O-W-N B-A-G

Any morning he cannot beat me in the S

Your Supercharger versus my M3, yes

I was raised to handle business, don't bring problems to the nest

And for all the big niggas I'ma handle it with TECs

Squeeze the trigger, hold the handle

We got over on you, swindle

Come and handle this

Moment of silence, light some candles

Bitch, I'm ballin' and I got the handles

Smoking so much weed I'm fogging up my windows

I'm riding foreign and it got the handles

I'ma handle these niggas out the rental

My car be geeking, all I did was touch the handle

Leave it up to me to get this money, I'm gon' handle it

I got the ball and I got the handles, bitch

Got the ball, got the handles, got the cars, got the weed

Came through flexing, she love for me

Glock on me go boom, boom, boom, boom

Bitch, Bone Thugs be me

I smoke the best weed, bitch, the bubbly with me

Ain't no nigga just fucking with me

Came through flexing, that's nothing to me

Nigga getting mad, that's cuffing to me

This bitch choose, said she love her some Keef

This bitch choose, said she love her some me

Then I got mad, said she fucking with me

Bitch, I'm so baked, it's a oven with me

A burger and a fry, that's McDonald's to me

I'm so glad, I brought Rondo with me

I'm somewhere countin' cash, smokin' weed

Then these fuck niggas say they comin' for me

I hope nigga know I got a llama on me

I hope nigga know I got drama on me

Money got your bitch with the doors up

Now your luck suck 'cause your bitch she's slobbing on me

She like, "Sosa, you nutting on me?"

I'm like, "Couple times, too much money on me"

Told little bitch she ain't coming with me

You can go anywhere but with me

Moment of silence, light some candles

Bitch, I'm ballin' and I got the handles

Smoking so much weed I'm fogging up my windows

I'm riding foreign and it got the handles

I'ma handle these niggas out the rental

My car be geeking, all I did was touch the handle

Leave it up to me to get this money, I'm gon' handle it

I got the ball and I got the handles, bitch

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