Can You Be My Friend lyrics - Chief Keef

Young Chop on the beat

Ay, turn the music up for me, Chris

Sosa on the beat

She take it slow then she wind it up (Wind it up)

I'm showing love but it's not enough (It's not enough)

Girl you look fine like wine (Like wine)

Loan me some of your time (Some of your time)

Tell me can you be my friend

I would like to tell you who I am (Bang, bang)

Baby will you take me for who I am

I'ma hold the deal up on my end

Bang, bang

I know you don't want no scrub (Yah)

Baby I'ma boss you should love that in me (Sosa baby)

She's like "But my best friend was like (Huh?)

'Baby he's a dog (What?) he was tryna holla at me" (Uh, uh)

I know I can fuck up, another man can luck up (Yah)

In the club dancing on your pum pum (Bang, bang)

Baby I respect you and love you (Yah)

If you let me I do not take you as a dumb-dumb (Mm)

I'll hold you slowly (Ya-yah)

Treat you like a trophy (Ya-yah)

Get so much of you I OD (Bang, bang)

Can you pass me up like slowly (Bang, bang)

I'll wear you out like my Louie (Bang, bang, bang)

Squeeze on you like my toolie (Bang, bang, bang)

Stir you up like a smoothie (Bang, bang, bang)

Clean you up like my jewelry (Bang, bang, bang)

She take it slow then she wind it up (Wind it up)

I'm showing love but it's not enough (It's not enough)

Girl you look fine like wine (Like wine)

Loan me some of your time (Some of your time)

Tell me can you be my friend

I would like to tell you who I am (Bang, bang)

Baby will you take me for who I am

I'ma hold the deal up on my end

Bang, bang

But if I get all in your back (Bang)

Snap for me like I'm a poet (Bang, bang)

Baby I'm a young Randy Moss (Yah)

I can catch it long as you throw it (Sosa baby)

I just picked you up some Roses in the Lotus (I did)

I just picked up some spice for the potion (Bang, bang)

Just picked up a new scent from Barney's, baby (New scent)

You know that I smell like I'm ballin' (Bang, bang)

You know that I ain't used to one night (Yah)

I can have you here in one flight, baby (mm)

It's just me and you in one boat (mm)

They see us on this yacht, they gon' go crazy (mm)

Your friends know how much you love me (Sosa baby)

But they be still tryna fuck with me (Bang, bang)

When it comes to them I act like I'm rusty (Sosa baby)

Baby I won't lie, just trust me

She take it slow then she wind it up (Wind it up)

I'm showing love but it's not enough (It's not enough)

Girl you look fine like wine (Like wine)

Loan me some of your time (Some of your time)

Tell me can you be my friend

I would like to tell you who I am (Bang, bang)

Baby will you take me for who I am

I'ma hold the deal up on my end

Bang, bang

My Baby lyrics - Chief Keef

I'm a dog and it's true, baby

Can we call this here a truce, baby?

And you know I got the juice, baby

And you see me in this coupe, baby

You say you off at 2, baby

What you gon' let me do baby?

I'm smokin' on this took, baby

There is no one like you, baby

My baby is the dope

I bet you ain't smoking on the strongest shit right now (My baby is the dope)

I bet you smoking blow can't tell me what you feel right now (My baby is the dope)

I bet you smoking reggie acting like it's kill right now (My baby is the dope)

I just flamed up the loud so I can't even hear right now (My baby is the dope)

My shorties come through sparking out the cut right here right now (My baby is the dope)

We see you holding on the loud weed like it's some fire (My baby is the dope)

You trying to smoke what I smoke, you take a hit and die (My baby is the dope)

I love this shit so much I might just take a hit then cry (My baby is the dope)

I'll be done with this blunt in 4, take your bitch in 5 (My baby is the dope)

Truck on 26's, make me skip to 9 (My baby is the dope)

My motherfuckin' riches, make me skip the line (My baby is the dope)

I swear that the dope the only thing that get me high (My baby is the dope)

I'm a dog and that's true, baby

Can we call this here a truce, baby?

And you know I got the juice, baby

And you see me in this coupe, baby

You say you off at 2, baby

What you gon' let me do baby?

I'm smokin' on this took, baby

There is no one like you, baby

My baby is the dope

I got pints on pints, blunts on blunts (My baby is the dope)

I got swag on swag, stunts on stunts (My baby is the dope)

Troopers pulled us over, we smelled like blunts (My baby is the dope)

I was full off dope, that's my lunch (My baby is the dope)

You need to see this big ass blunt that I'm smokin' on (My baby is the dope)

This all for me partner (My baby is the dope)

You should see this big ass blunt that I'm chokin' on (My baby is the dope)

I'ma need a doctor (My baby is the dope)

I just flamed it up, ain't no changing up (My baby is the dope)

You see how high I am, then why you bring it up? (My baby is the dope)

You know what's in my cup, my cup filled with mud (My baby is the dope)

To those who I influence, just say no to drugs (My baby is the dope)

I'm a dog and that's true, baby

Can we call this here a truce, baby?

And you know I got the juice, baby

And you see me in this coupe, baby

You say you off at 2, baby

What you gon' let me do baby?

I'm smokin' on this took, baby

There is no one like you, baby

My baby is the dope

You & Me lyrics - Chief Keef

(Turbo)

Huh?

Um

(Turbo)

Lean, lean

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (Turbo)

Bang bang, bang bang

You throw it, I'ma catch it, teach you a lesson (Yeah, bang bang)

He be texting, and we be sexing (Sosa baby, bang bang)

I'm dressed in designer, and she be naked (Louis, Gucci)

And she go up and down, I'm like, "Let's get it, let's get it" (Bang bang, bang bang)

Girl, you got a hold of me, don't let go of me (Sosa, yeah)

I'm sorry but I can't eat it like groceries (No, I can't)

I'm sippin' on lean and smokin' on OG (Lean, dope)

You don't have to worry, girl, it's just you and me (Sosa baby, GBE baby)

She like, "What were you doing with your friends at 2 AM?"

Sippin' lean like soup (Lean, lean)

I'm finna pick you up in this coupe, what it do? (Skrrt, skrrt)

I don't see nothin' wrong (Nah)

With a gangster being on your mind (Sosa baby, GBE baby)

You know I got them bands (Ftftftft, beep)

You can't throw shade because I was taught to shine (Bang bang, bang bang)

You throw it, I'ma catch it, teach you a lesson (Yeah, bang bang)

He be texting, and we be sexing (Sosa baby, bang bang)

I'm dressed in designer, and she be naked (Louis, Gucci)

And she go up and down, I'm like, "Let's get it, let's get it" (Bang bang, bang bang)

Girl, you got a hold of me, don't let go of me (Sosa, yeah)

I'm sorry but I can't eat it like groceries (No, I can't)

I'm sippin' on lean and smokin' on OG (Lean, dope)

You don't have to worry, girl, it's just you and me (Whoa, bang bang, bang bang)

Let's get it, let's get it

Whoa lyrics - Chief Keef

When I saw you last night I tripped out

'Cause last time I saw you, you was mad right

Now you smiling, yeah that's right

You were in love, and I was on drugs

I wasn't rich yet, I was a thug

Girl, you make me go whoa

You make me go whoa

You make me go whoa

You make me go whoa

You make me go whoa

You make me go whoa

When I see you, I smile, my brothers like, "What's that?"

And I'm like, "When she leaves my mind she comes right back."

And they're like, "Ooh, baby, you're tripping in that stack."

'Cause I'm smiling and they know that we didn't have sex

I'll ride with you in my passenger seat

I'll stop seeing women that I see every week

I'll put my guard down and we'll go out to eat

If this was all a dream, I'll see you in my sleep

When I saw you last night I tripped out

'Cause last time I saw you, you was mad right

Now you smiling, yeah that's right

You were in love, and I was on drugs

I wasn't rich yet, I was a thug

Girl, you make me go whoa

You make me go whoa

You make me go whoa

You make me go whoa

You make me go whoa

You make me go whoa

Let's grow old together

Baby, I'm gon' treat you better

I can be the sun in your rainy weather

Let's just get together

What do you eat? What's your favorite color?

Do you like D. Rose or do you like Butler?

So you don't smoke? Okay, that's fine

I'ma need 20 minutes of your time, 'cause you're a dime

When I saw you last night I tripped out

'Cause last time I saw you, you was mad right

Now you smiling, yeah that's right

You were in love, and I was on drugs

I wasn't rich yet, I was a thug

Girl, you make me go whoa

You make me go whoa

You make me go whoa

You make me go whoa

You make me go whoa

You make me go whoa

Couple Of Coats lyrics - Chief Keef

ay, what you talkin' 'bout, ay, what?

What you talkin' 'bout? You didn't get my message?

What you say?

Um, I was sayin', um, about tomorrow, I was, like, meet up four or five, if you still want me to come pick you-

Well, what you-, what you talkin' 'bout mind games? Who plays mind games?

Huh?

Who plays mind games?

Oh my God, that's so old

Huh, what? What? What? What you say?

I said alright I'll let you off

Alright, I'll let you off

Rolled up on your girl, ridin' in that skrrt

Hop out with that swag, pay the bills like for a fur

Boy don't make me swerve, you smokin' on some dirt

She told me that she loved me, and then I closed the curtains

I'm somethin' like an old head, pull up in that, "Oh yeah"

"Hey, are you Sosa?" I'm the man, oh yeah

I've seen Burberry, but I ain't gon' go there

I walk in Louie, and buy a couple clothes, yeah, yeah

Damn, I hate being sober, hop out, show love

Buying all the Louis, Jazze Pha, Sho Nuff

The feds tryna get me, but I don't know none

I do not speak English, I don't show ya

But I'm partyin' like it's my last day

Text your bitch one emoji and she text a

Butterflies up in her gut from my wrist, damn shame

Got Hillary up in my Bentley, I'm the campaign

Hit the club, it's crackin', she hop on the wagon

She sees I'm swaggin', but I'm not matching

Run up on me, who's lackin'?

What's up? What's brackin'?

I was a True Religion Fiend 'til I started getting racks in

Rolled up on your girl, riding in that skrt (skrt)

Hop out with that swag, pay the bills like for a fur

Boy don't make me swerve, you smokin' on some dirt

She told me that she loved me, and then I closed the curtains

I'm something like an old head, pull up in that oh yeah

Hey are you Sosa? I'm the man, oh yeah

I've seen Burberry, but I ain't gonna go there

I walk in Louis, and buy a couple coats, yeah

Whoa whoa whoa whoa

No no no no

That's not no dope

Get out of this room

I'm up in Fendi, they offer champagne

But I'm sipping lean, and I do not drink

I'm off of the drugs, and he want some puff

And she wants a hug, and I want the love

I knew we would fuck when she got in my tub

Glory Boyz Musical, young Zac Efron

I'm off the dope

I'm off the drink

Hey love, what's the name?

Do you smoke?

Does it stank?

Then what was falling, wasn't rain

Rolled up on your girl, riding in that skrt (skrt)

Hop out with that swag, pay the bills like for a fur

Boy don't make me swerve, you smokin' on some dirt

She told me that she loved me, and then I closed the curtains

I'm something like an oh yeah, pull up in that oh yeah

Hey are you Sosa? I'm the man, oh yeah

I've seen Burberry, but I ain't gonna go there

I walk in Louis, and buy a couple coats, yeah

Hey are you Sosa?

I'm the man, oh yeah

I walk in Louis, and buy a couple coats, yeah, yeah

Grab A Star lyrics - Chief Keef

Mama say I got trust issues

I be feelin' like Jesus

She wants me to be her man

I can't baby, I would break you

Baby, I would not lie to you

I'd be careful if I were you

I'm the one, but you might be the two

I'm not that liable

Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr

Smoking that a-la-la-la

Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya

Call me, we can pull off, right now, right now-now

And when this top starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star (Bang)

These bitches love Turbo and I love the purple

I ball, Tyrese Gibson, baby boy, you look so fertile

These bitches love Otto, their mouths be wide open

Been gettin' it since snot nose, I was open and then I closed

These bitches love Chief Lo, but I'm not so sweet though

And she is a freak though, I put her to sleep though

These hoes love Almighty, like Disney loved Miley

Her boyfriend is spying, she's like, "you have to hide me"

These bitches love me, that's all I can see

I'm so obsessed with me, I be all I can be

I don't see brown or white, all I see is green

To count all this cash, I might need a team

Mama say I got trust issues

I be feelin' like Jesus

She wants me to be her man

I can't baby, I would break you

Baby, I would not lie to you

I'd be careful if I were you

I'm the one, but you might be the two

I'm not that liable

Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr

Smoking that a-la-la-la

Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya

Call me, we can pull off, right now, right now-now

And when this top starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star (bang)

Ooh, my car so retarded, the bitch just farted

Pulled off like skrt, VIP access, I ain't gotta park it

All these darts on me no Walmart, will never fuck with Target

And I'm sipping, but I can't stop, I can't be hardened

These bitches love Big Gucci So, but I'm no rooty tooty though

Don't want to talk so that's all you can know

Row row ya boat, that's all you can roll

I'm stuffing these cones like an audience close

And I'm not really an American though

But I'm somewhere in the Madigan dough

But I ain't walk around like a mannequin though

Now yo bitch on the way

She want this on me

But she's listening, can a bitch hold me?

You can be lactose, still can't shit on me

Do the whole 200 on dash, with a 150 on me

Mama say I got trust issues

I be feelin' like Jesus

She wants me to be her man

I can't baby, I would break you

Baby, I would not lie to you

I'd be careful if I were you

I'm the one, but you might be the two

I'm not that liable

Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr

Smoking that a-la-la-la

Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya

Call me, we can pull off, right now, right now-now

And when this top starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star

You My Number One lyrics - Chief Keef

Turn the music up for me Chris

Baby, you my number one

CB on the beat

Baby, you's my number one, she's my number two

You know I gotta come home, girl, what's up with you?

That girl might be bad, but she can't fuck with you though

You know you my mamacita, I'm yo papi chulo

She's pulling on my hair, biting on my ear

Baby, give me overtime, I can be your night shift

You want me to buzz you, I can be your light-year

Girl, I got a letter, I'm gon' start it off with my dear

Dear miss, remember when I first saw ya

Didn't know how to approach ya

I was gonna approach you like this

"Baby, do you like lasagna?"

I like California, I can ball, no pneumonia

Swish, baby can you grant my wish?

If I pick you up at like 6?

I'ma leave my phone in the car

Just don't touch my shit

I was gonna approach you like this

"Can you be my bitch?"

But I'm a player, I'm on, no light switch

She like, "What you getting into tonight?"

You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you

Girl, I promise I'm gon' milk you right

Moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo

Baby, you's my number one, she's my number two

You know I gotta come home, girl, what's up with you?

That girl might be bad, but she can't fuck with you though

You know you my mamacita, I'm yo papi chulo

She's pulling on my hair, biting on my ear

Baby, give me overtime, I can be your night shift

You want me to buzz you, I can be your light-year

Girl, I got a letter, I'm gon' start it off with my dear

Excuse me, lady

Excuse me, baby

Excuse me, crazy

You like how I stroke like, ooh-wee baby

Big ass guns and she's like, "Ooh, he's crazy."

My Rapunzel, she's like, "Ooh-wee. Take me."

She gon' let me bone, bone, bone, bone

Her hair so long, we fuck all night long

I can call her on her home phone

I'm outer space, she told me phone home

Ay, no way

Got your ass done, does it ache?

When it's done healing, will it shake?

I can be the pill that you gotta take

Baby, you's my number one, she's my number two

You know I gotta come home, girl, what's up with you?

That girl might be bad, but she can't fuck with you though

You know you my mamacita, I'm yo papi chulo

She's pulling on my hair, biting on my ear

Baby, give me overtime, I can be your night shift

You want me to buzz you, I can be your light-year

Girl, I got a letter, I'm gon' start it off with my dear

So Cal lyrics - Chief Keef

I can't put the pole down

Baby girl, you know now

Your boyfriend want that smoke, how?

He ain't got no style

I can't put the bankroll down

Baby girl, you really know how

To make a nigga go "wow"

I'm living out in So Cal

I ride a Lamb like a Kawasaki

I take a shot, who is there to block me?

I'm smoking dope, and you can never stop me

I give her D, and she can never rock me

Spanish mami, and she call me Papi

She said she like it when I pull up in that 'rari

She say out loud "I know I'm full of shit, I'm sorry"

I'm out here fucking every bitch in every party

I can't put the pole down

Baby girl, you know now

Your boyfriend want that smoke, how?

He ain't got no style

I can't put the bankroll down

Baby girl, you really know how

To make a nigga go "wow"

I'm living out in So Cal

That beauty like a monster

She like this Willy Wonka

I know she really really want ya

Let a nigga hug her

I might fuck around and dump her

She get hotter than a summer

She get wetter than a public pool

She told me she don't even really fuck with you

I got on my Tony Montana suit

'Cause I'm getting that Tony Montana loot

Ridin' the city in a Tony Montana coupe

In a suite with a bad bitch from Santa Cruz

I can't put the pole down

Baby girl, you know now

Your boyfriend want that smoke, how?

He ain't got no style

I can't put the bankroll down

Baby girl, you really know how

To make a nigga go "wow"

I'm living out in So Cal

Drank Head lyrics - Chief Keef

What?

I said I wanna see you

I'll pay for my own flight out there to see you

You said what?

I said I wanna see you

I'll pay for my own flight out there, I just wanna see you

Okay Kool-Aid

When?

I'm a real drank head

Real drank head, real drank head, real drank head

Real drank head, real drank head, real drank head

Remember when Tech used to come in a coffin

Remember Actavis came with a double seal

And I had just poured me a 12 of Wock

You can keep the Qualitest all to yourself

'Cause nigga I'm a real drank head, real drank head

You ain't sipping drank, that shit hit

Hoes in my car, asking me for a cup, that's his bitch

I should've known she ain't sip drink when she said Qualitest was better than Actavis

I called Cuban for 12 pints of Wock, any other nigga better know that he's taxing shit

It's payday every day

You ain't tryna fuck, bitch, skate

Can't come through, ball and no chain

Adios, knock 'em back to 5th grade

And what I'm sippin' on a milkshake

I'm sharper than a switchblade

All hundreds on me, but I'm on a rampage

My ice kicking ass, no MMA

Yeah, I'm sippin' Hardt

I just poured a 12, you be pouring 4s

You be sipping yellow, you be sipping green

That shit deadly, you need to stick to weed

I got 20 pints up in my closet

They gon' be down for the week up

This bitch got up in my car

Told the bitch put on a seatbelt

She steady asking how to lift the seat up

Had the nerve to ask me for a lean cup

Where your ass was at for the re-up?

The drank just hit with me a prenup

Bang, bang

I'm a real drank head

Real drank head, real drank head, real drank head

Real drank head, real drank head, real drank head

Remember when Tech used to come in a coffin

Remember Actavis came with a double seal

And I had just poured me a 12 of Wock

You can keep the Qualitest all to yourself

'Cause nigga I'm a real drank head, real drank head

You ain't sipping drank, that shit hit

Hoes in my car, asking me for a cup, that's his bitch

I should've known she ain't sip drink when she said Qualitest was better than Actavis

I called Cuban for 12 pints of Wock, any other nigga better know that he's taxing shit

I'm up in Houston where this shit came from

Didn't know about bank accounts, I went and made one

You got red in here, get away from my dope

This bitch too damn playful, spilled drank on my clothes

Love no thotties, I don't

Hopped out of a Rhino

Your life fugazi, you need to undo

Backspace, type over

Drank made me go "I need you" (need you)

If it ain't purple then I can't see you (see you)

Bitch just text me saying, "I'm gon' freak you when I see you."

I'm a well known nigga, you a Dr. Doolittle

I'm sipping on Beetlejuice

Call a camera man, it's a photo shoot

Me and 20 pints, I pour 'em by the 2

Bang, bang

I'm a real drank head, real drank head, real drank head

Real drank head, real drank head, real drank head

Remember when Tech used to come in a car

Remember Actavis came with a double seal

And I had just poured me a 12 of Wock

You can keep the Qualitest all to yourself

'Cause nigga I'm a real drank head, real drank head

You ain't sipping drank, that shit hit

Hoes in my car, asking me for a cup, that's his bitch

I should've known she ain't sip drink when she said Qualitest was better than Actavis

I called Cuban for 12 pints of Wock, any other nigga better know that he's taxing shit

My Head lyrics - Chief Keef

Niggas hating every time I come around

Look at me at the red light, that's right

If you try me, you know you're dead, right?

She getting wetty in her leggings when I pull up in my foreign car

Hop out that bitch, it's looking like I write checks

I'm a young icy nigga, aren't I?

This blunt I'm smoking on is bigger than my head

Let me tell you about the blunt I'm smoking on

This shit hit so strong, I can't leave it alone

Let me tell you about your bitch I'm fucking on

She suck me like it's right, when she in her wrong

Let me tell you about this car that I'm gon' bend

When I let the top down, bitch I'm in the wind

Let me tell you about the money that I spend

Hit Louis Vuitton, after I hit Fendi

I just poured a whole pint and I will fuck your wife

I don't care if y'all was just married

Tell that bitch, "Stop staring at me"

You know these niggas hating every time I come around

Look at me at the red light, that's right

If you try me, you know you're dead, right?

She getting wetty in her leggings when I pull up in my foreign car

Hop out that bitch, it's looking like I write checks

I'm a young icy nigga, aren't I?

This blunt I'm smoking on is bigger than my head

You don't be sipping no drank (you don't sip no drank)

You don't be fucking the hoes (you don't fuck no thotties)

You don't be counting them Pros (you don't count on me)

I pour 12's, you pour up 4's (bitch, I pour a lot)

Girl know he is a lame ass nigga

A real nigga can't paint that picture

Baby girl, I don't want no relations

'Cause any nigga can roll that swisher

Who smokes the most dope?

Who's dodging these hoes?

Got cash, I need mo'

So I'm finding Nemo

Niggas hating every time I come around

Look at me at the red light, that's right

If you try me, you know you're dead, right?

She getting wetty in her leggings when I pull up in my foreign car

Hop out that bitch, it's looking like I write checks

I'm a young icy nigga, aren't I?

This blunt I'm smoking on is bigger than my head

Slow Dance lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Young Chop)

Turn the music up for me Chris

Sosa baby, GBE baby

Bang bang

Bang bang

Sosa baby, GBE baby

I fucked up, fucking hoes and coming home

And whole time, you was with me right or wrong

And now I'm rich, and I gotta spend nights alone

I'm busy on the road, how'd I found time to write this song?

Baby, you's delirious

Baby, you a big time

I know I'm a dog, but I done fucked your sister

You can be a teacher, I can be your listener

I can be the boat, and you can be the fisher

You're so strong, can I come home?

Baby, you so toned

Your faith is like whoa

Yo, baby do you wanna slow dance? (slow dance)

Oh, do you wanna hold hands? (hold hands)

No, I do not want your friends (your friends)

Ow, I'm chasing you like oh man (oh man)

Your curves are so righteous

How do you do it, like that?

Your face suitable for my chest

And you're so fine, I like that

You can smoke all my weed, my weed, my weed

And she say, "Why me? Why me? Why me?"

Girl you're looking Chinese, Chinese, Chinese

From smoking my weed, my weed, my weed

Baby you are my, my, my, my, my, my

You are so just right, right, right, right, right

I love you so. Aiyayayayayai!

I'm sorry if I lied, I'm not that bright

Yo, baby do you wanna slow dance? (slow dance)

Oh, do you wanna hold hands? (hold hands)

No, I do not want your friends (your friends)

Ow, I'm chasing you like oh man (oh man)

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