Be Back lyrics - Chief Keef

Count that cash fast

And you know I'm smokin' big gas bags

Hit Saks with big ass cash backs

Don't come to Chiraq, you're better off in Baghdad

Where the fuck is the money? Let me get that

Everything designer, but it's mismatched

Where that Reese money 'cause we need that

Ain't see you on yo block, but we gon' be back

I got big knots, in my Balmains

I be balling, like a ball game

Get to sparkin', no talkin'

Chopper in the bag, make the mall rain

Bitch, it's Chief So, where the beef go?

Talking like you 'bout it, where your teeth go?

I got the heat though, for niggas trickos

Stacking cheese up, like they Pringles

Count that cash fast

And you know I'm smokin' big gas bags

Hit Saks with big ass cash backs

Don't come to Chiraq, you're better off in Baghdad

Where the fuck is the money? Let me get that

Everything designer, but it's mismatched

Where that Reese money 'cause we need that

Ain't see you on yo block, but we gon' be back

Hop in a switch up, commit a pick up

I'm in a foreign truck, gettin' my dick sucked

New Louies, come take a picture

Commit a touchdown, from a kick-up

To prevent a stick up, how your stick-up?

How your funds up? How your clique up?

When it's time for the hit, uh, don't catch the hiccups

You ain't really 'bout it, give that stick up

Count that cash fast

And you know I'm smokin' big gas bags

Hit Saks with big ass cash backs

Don't come to Chiraq, you're better off in Baghdad

Where the fuck is the money? Let me get that

Everything designer, but it's mismatched

Where that Reese money 'cause we need that

Ain't see you on yo block, but we gon' be back

The W (2017)

• Call'n
• Germs
• Hot
• How You Like Me Now
• Milk Me
• Never Had A Job
• No I.D.
• Too Fast
• Musty
• Hardly

Call'n lyrics - Chief Keef

Zaytoven!

(Pour drank on the carpet)

Sosa baby, GBE baby

(The haters, they talk shit)

Bitch, catch up, catch up

(Got your hoe free from an auction)

Had to take one second

To think about all these motherfucking blessings

Yeah, I got a license but I'm driving real reckless

Designer done turned to a fetish

She gon' eat the hot dog 'cause I get the relish

Come and get this work 'cause you know I gotta settle it

Before I get the coupe, yeah, you know I gotta test it

'Cause I cut into this hundred thousand and invest it

In the strip club, throwing money like it's nothing

Smoke that bitch out, now the police fussing

Make the po' man nigga know that we coming

Shorty on X, don't tell me if you see something

And what I'm smoking smelling like I'm eating onions

Remember growing up like I gotta be something

All this fucking cake like I gotta eat something

And I'm tryna quit but the drank keep callin'

Had to take one second

To think about all these motherfucking blessings

Yeah, I got a license but I'm driving real reckless

Designer done turned to a fetish

She gon' eat the hot dog 'cause I get the relish

Come and get this work 'cause you know I gotta settle it

Before I get the coupe, yeah, you know I gotta test it

'Cause I cut into this hundred thousand and invest it

Pour drank on the carpet

We on our guap shit

The haters, they talk shit

But later, they walking

Got your hoe free from an auction

She steady talking

I be steady flossing

Organizing boss shit

(Bang, bang-bang)

Had to take one second

To think about all these motherfucking blessings

Yeah, I got a license but I'm driving real reckless

Designer done turned to a fetish

She gon' eat the hot dog 'cause I get the relish

Come and get this work 'cause you know I gotta settle it

Before I get the coupe, yeah, you know I gotta test it

'Cause I cut into this hundred thousand and invest it

At the strip club, throwing money like it's nothing

Smoke that bitch out, now the police fussing

Shorty on X, gon' tell me if he see something

Yeah, what I'm smoking, smelling like I'm eating onions

Remember growing up like I gotta be something

All this fucking cake like I gotta eat something

And I'm tryna quit but the drank keep callin'

Drank keep callin'

Drank keep callin'

Germs lyrics - Chief Keef

This bitch said all I do is flirt

Fuck hoes and all I do is dirt

Man, all these niggas do is purr

I'm skrt-skrting, finna do a curb

Sit back, all you gotta do is learn

I stay trapping, all I do is earn

Your bitch went on you, 'cause you a therm

But you can have her back, 'cause she has germs

I got big rings, I got big bank

I got chips, Lays, finna hit Chase

Eating filet mignon, aye

Living like a playa, priest to a maid

It's all about the free, she gon' let me skeet

She said you rollin', we put you on E

I gotta bitch that look like Kelly Bundy

Back then she woulda said that I was ugly

This bitch said all I do is flirt

Fuck hoes and all I do is dirt

Man, all these niggas do is purr

I'm skrt-skrting, finna do a curb

Sit back, all you gotta do is learn

I stay trapping, all I do is earn

Your bitch went on you, 'cause you a therm

But you can have her back, 'cause she has germs

Hi baby doll, come meet ice

You are all doomed to delight

Give me some Sprite and some ice

Walked in the bank like, "hi honey, I'm home,"

Think I'm Randy Moss, I'm going wide

She think I'm Krayzie Bone, but she gon' let me bone

You saying this and that, but you high

I'm in LA but I'm on my fucking way to Rome

Turn a .4-0 to two tone, you know I gotta shit on em

Gotta get my poop on, I was tired of riding trucks

Had to get my coupe on, I started with one verse

Had to get my two on

This bitch said all I do is flirt

Fuck hoes and all I do is dirt

Man, all these niggas do is purp

I'm skrt-skrting, finna do a curb

Sit back, all you gotta do is learn

I stay trapping, all I do is earn

Your bitch went on you, 'cause you a therm

But you can have her back, 'cause she has germs

Hot lyrics - Chief Keef

Zaytoven!

Let's get it

The block (hot), my kicks (hot)

This whip (hot), my bitch (hot)

The trap (hot), the pot (hot)

I hit the jack (pot), had to pull a cash out

I'm smoking cheese, I'm rocking bling

There ain't shit, that what it be

LV on my feet, and on my teeth

Open up the pack, and let it reek

This is checkered field T, it's not Burberry

We ain't scared of po-po, word to Tyler Perry

We in them foreigns back to back, now we on a journey

After my Miranda rights, I need my attorney

Wife beater like it's hot, but it's really really not

All this well earned ice, that I really really rock

All these damn designer clothes that I really really cop

Niggas pray really really that I really really flop

Gas in the car, I don't ever let it up

Got a foreign out the cut, it was time to rev it up

All green Valentino looking like some 7-Up

I wipe my ass with a hundred, fuck around and tear it up (catch up)

Get that backwards redrum

You wanna smoke, here we come

Loaded with them drums

They go brr-rum-dum-bum-bum

Got the big rubber bands

Feeling like the man

Your bitch can get ran

In the club with some bands

I do what I gotta do, move what I gotta move

Just to get the fucking loot, bitch ain't in my room

All this water, I need a swimming suit, counting up revenue

I just met this bitch but I put fuck her in my schedule

Bitches on my testicles, cruising down Melrose

Fly by and choo-choo like I'm on a railroad

Baby got an ass on her, damn she shaped like J-Lo

And she got that good grizzle, you a lucky fellow

Yeah, I had to pipe her, cash excite her

Cash get a bitch wet, put her in a dryer

I don't even want her, put her in a fire

She said she dig my jeans, she say she dig my fibre

Run 'em niggas over, put 'em in a tire

Dope got my stove stuffed you can call me Skylar

I just make deposits, you can call me Swiper

I'm in the trackhoe, you're in a viper

(Smoking satellites) Amen

(And we wiling) saying

(Niggas out here) playing

(We got a strip club) raining

How You Like Me Now lyrics - Chief Keef

I'm actin' brand new, how you like me now

Car got autopilot, have it drive me 'round

I take that bloody money and have it wipe me down

And if you want some smoke them folks gon' short you down

How you like me now

How you like me now

How you like me now

How you like me now

Them bitches laughed at me but they like me now

Blue face hunduns, how you like me now?

I'ma get a feast, you can have a seat, stuntin' casualties

Hit LA, 'cause in Chiraq, it be hot as Greece

Treat a bitch, how she like me now, told that bitch to flee

She a flee, I'm a fuckin' beast, walk up by a creek

In the trap, what you want a P? Go come with that fee

Takin' trips, and I'm gonna see what you'll never see

Bitch I turned out everything that I planned to be

Ain't no success with Plan A, then it's Plan B

Ain't no maybe with this gang shit, it's a guarantee

Man these bitches all in my hair, like some Pantene

All I need is the biggest firm to defend me

Couldn't box no fucks to give, so I left it empty

I'm actin' brand new, how you like me now

Car got autopilot, have it drive me 'round

I take that bloody money and have it wipe me down

And if you want some smoke them folks gon' shut you down

How you like me now

How you like me now

How you like me now

How you like me now

Them bitches laughed at me but they like me now

Blue face hunduns, how you like me now?

Nigga you a dork, and I'm very important

Goin' Randy Orton, police get behind you, that don't mean abort

Hit the scene, hoes, bunch of green, bitch lets fill a pint

Touchdown, one for the team, that's what they like to see

Kanye, slow down, drive slow

How you like me? I'm a dog what's the petco

Get my feet down, it's so comfy

Smell some slices, in a bakery, I'm going Kimbo

Dehydrated, I need Fiji

Touch remote to the TV

Hit the arco like habibi

You see that foreign? It's 250

Lets see who all leave the parking lot when we start pullin' out

And this thoinky so damn loud it's like I cannot put it out

I'm actin' brand new, how you like me now

Car got autopilot, have it drive me 'round

I take that bloody money and have it wipe me down

And if you want some smoke them folks gon' shut you down

How you like me now

How you like me now

How you like me now

How you like me now

Them bitches laughed at me but they like me now

Blue face hunduns, how you like me now?

Milk Me lyrics - Chief Keef

(Holly-Holly-Hollywood J)

Seize the parking lot it's Mayday (day, day)

Folk nem riding with my AK, (AK, AK)

Bullets coming out like hair spray (spray, spray)

Fuck these niggas 'cause they're super, super fake (fake)

Kick it with your bitch like I'm Liu Kang

Post a pic of her tying my shoe (shoe) string (string)

I'mma count this counter like still, still, stee, stee!

Man I swear the system tryna milk me!

New two seater, new leather

New Beretta, new count, a new medal

New leather, new hoes, new money

New house, two levels!

New bag, new me

Patch on my pants it's a B

That remedy, best believe

I'm really high, ain't no catching me

Hair long, money long

Bitches like to smell my cologne

They get footlonged, fucked on

"Bitch, bye" sent home, fuck on

"Calm down, fucks wrong?

Stop calling my motherfucking phone!"

Move on, let alone, you be running 'round

Getting fucked on

Seize the parking lot it's Mayday (day, day)

Folk nem riding with my AK, (AK, AK)

Bullets coming out like hair spray (spray, spray)

Fuck these niggas 'cause they're super, super fake (fake)

Kick it with your bitch like I'm Liu Kang

Post a pic of her tying my shoe (shoe) string (string)

I'mma count this counter like still, still, stee, stee!

Man I swear the system tryna milk me!

The mud tryna kill, kill me

Got thot face down on some silk, silk sheets

When the jury tryna stick my lawyer "Help, help me"

These fucking cops tryna jail, jail me!

Man you gotta understand yea, yea

I want stacks and rubber bands yea, yea

Need that dinero, hand to hand, yea, yea, yea

I throw it in a Louie bag yea, yea, yea

Seize the parking lot it's Mayday (day, day)

Folk nem riding with my AK, (AK, AK)

Bullets coming out like hair spray (spray, spray)

Fuck these niggas 'cause they're super, super fake (fake)

Kick it with your bitch like I'm Liu Kang

Post a pic of her tying my shoe (shoe) string (string)

I'mma count this counter like still, still, stee, stee!

Man I swear the system tryna milk me!

Never Had A Job lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Fredo Santana)

[Fredo Santana:]

What?

Squad!

Gang

808 Mafia

Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star

Gang with me don't get your ass popped

Tweak with the squad we gon' take this shit far

Finesse a fucking clown don't get your ass rocked

Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops

When I'm in the mall don't leave my gun in the car

Real trap nigga, man I never had a job

Real trap nigga, man I never had a job

[Chief Keef:]

Spent a real big sack and it's still on the receipt in the register

I just stepped out Balenciagas lavender

Baptized your bitch you know I gotta Reverend her

Shit we just committed I ain't telling her

Jury say I'm guilty, tryna stick me in the box

Told my lawyer I was counting guap and getting top

My young niggas fighting for they life, I gotta break them out

Just found out your hiding spot, I got them staking out

Slide down, we ain't dining in, we gotta take them out

Leave a fuck nigga on the ground and have them rake em out

Call up the nearest Clark Kent, tell him save them now

Peel off in that Bruce Wayne, gotta make it out

I'm addicted to money and fancy cars

You ain't Glory Boy you ain't Savage Squad

You know you can't be out after dark

Let the tech and mac off, that's a damn menage

My bitch got an ass like Nicki Minaj

Went through her phone all I see is my collage

I'm 61st and foreigns all up in my garages

They be hating on me trying to sabotage

[Fredo Santana:]

Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star

Gang with me don't get your ass popped

Tweak with the squad we gon' take this shit far

Finesse a fucking clown don't get your ass rocked

Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops

When I'm in the mall don't leave my gun in the car

Real trap nigga, man I never had a job

Real trap nigga, man I never had a job

Sneak dissing on the net, I put money on your head

Damn, the next day they found your ass dead

All face shots man we don't shoot at legs

Middle fingers to the opps, Middle fingers to the feds

I let them play with big guns like them ARs

You ain't Glory Boy, you ain't Savage Squad

You ain't from the streets, you ain't with the mob

Caught a nigga slipping, I was camouflaged

Shoot him in the face leave him in his fucking yard

With that fucking chopper, I be flipping cards

Got shorties 15 ready to catch a charge

And they be on Front Street yelling Savage Squad

Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star

Gang with me don't get your ass popped

Tweak with the squad we gon' take this shit far

Finesse a fucking clown don't get your ass rocked

Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops

When I'm in the mall don't leave my gun in the car

Real trap nigga, man I never had a job

Real trap nigga, man I never had a job

No I.D. lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Doo Wop)

Zaytoven

That Boy Cassius

[Chief Keef:]

I'm addicted to money

Drank got me moving like a zombie

Me and my young niggas catchin' hommies

There's a lot of places you can find me

I pour a 4 in a fuckin' Fanta

Fresh as fuck look like I've been tailored

Many niggas sneak dissing yeah I see it

When we walk in the club it's no I.D.

[Doowop:]

Doowop got the 60

These niggas lookin' fishy

Stupid bitch tryna kiss me

Get the fuck out the spot miss me

Running up on me is risky

You can catch a couple out this 50

We don't do the rap bitch don't diss me

See me noddin' off the drug, kick me

[Chief Keef:]

I'm addicted to money

Drank got me moving like a zombie

Me and my young niggas catchin' hommies

There's a lot of places you can find me

I pour a 4 in a fuckin' Fanta

Fresh as fuck look like I've been tailored

Many niggas sneak dissing yeah I see it

When we walk in the club it's no I.D.

First I face the 10

Then I pour the 4

Marble floors, double doors

And I answer in the Fendi robe

I like swirly staircases

And I like them big faces

My lawyer fighting big cases

And I like to be in big places

I fucked her in the Balmains

She gone think about me all day

In Rodeo, balling

Like I'm about to go golfing

Let down the window on your hoe like, hi

She seen the coupe fly by

I told her I fuck with her, and I lied

She know I got that chicken pot pies

I'm addicted to money

Drank got me moving like a zombie

Me and my young niggas catchin' hommies

There's a lot of places you can find me

I pour a 4 in a fuckin' Fanta

Fresh as fuck look like I've been tailored

Many niggas sneak dissing yeah I see it

When we walk in the club it's no I.D.

Too Fast lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tray Savage)

[Chief Keef:]

Fill a cup up, fuck a slut bitch

Fuck you talkin' 'bout nigga

You know what the fuck it is nigga

My niggas rowdy, they with that ruckus

On Folks

(Hollywood J)

I'm in that robot and this bitch don't stop

And I got on tank-top with a knot

Pro'ly finna pick up your thot

Bitch I'm gang 'til I rot, totin' Glock like a fox, nigga

Me and foe'nem be gettin' on the grass

Back-to-back doing dash in the traffic

Grandma told me that I'm livin' too fast

I fill a cup up and I sip it too fast

[Chief Keef (Tray Savage):]

(Pulled up them shots they dunkin' to fast)

You tried to run but they coming too fast

(Better not fall, I got them shooters on yo ass)

Then I take a flight to Cuba on yo' ass

What's up in my cup? Mud

(What's up in the chop'? Slugs)

(Swingin' bitch like Nunchaku)

Send this bitch right at ya'

Sneak diss, we can't let ya'

Running out of Pesos

Stack that shit like lego

Always act the A-hole

[Chief Keef:]

I'm in that robot and this bitch don't stop

And I got on tank-top with a knot

Pro'ly finna pick up your thot

Bitch I'm gang 'til I rot, totin' Glock like a fox, nigga

Me and foe'nem be gettin' on the grass

Back-to-back doing dash in the traffic

Grandma told me that I'm livin' too fast

I fill a cup up and I sip it too fast

Fill a cup up, fuck a slut bitch, semi too big, I can't tuck it

Niggas rowdy, they with that ruckus, I'm in a kush coma, concussion

I'm in Barney's buying trousers, in New York smokin' sours

So much chicken, I need flavour, at the spot out in Braurer

I need space because I'm outer, that shit good but this is louder

I just exit off a garage, foreign got that money power

Get it hoe? I'm money shower

That bitch know that world is ours

I don't care to race man, bring the prowers

Valentino kicks and Gucci trousers

I'ma need 'bout two-three hours, before I come get the backend

Hit the stain and do the magic, Hermes belt but I'm still saggin'

I'm in that robot and this bitch don't stop

And I got on tank-top with a knot

Pro'ly finna pick up your thot

Bitch I'm gang 'til I rot, totin' Glock like a fox, nigga

Me and foe'nem be gettin' on the grass

Back-to-back doing dash in the traffic

Grandma told me that I'm livin' too fast

I fill a cup up and I sip it too fast

Musty lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Ballout & Lil Bibby)

[Chief Keef:]

KidWonder, you made this beat? Dang!

(Let's get it)

A nigga bitch with me getting real touchy

Your bitch wanna get real touchy

A nigga bitch with me getting real touchy

That bitch wanna get lovey-dovey

They be like to do a lot of fussing

But that bitch don't do shit for me

She tryna make a nigga get lusty

She see a nigga smoking on musty

Me and gang nem pull them four's up

She see me at the corner with the doors up

(Let's get it)

[Ballout and Chief Keef:]

Running up them bands, I get money

I'm my own boss, I'm tryna front me

Foreign in the back, foreign in the front of me

A couple bands ain't enough for my tummy

I'ma call the shooters, tell them round up

They ain't know a diamond 'til they found us

In the strip club, tell 'em bring the ones out

Bet I had them bitches runnin' with they buns out

Hella dirty Fantas and Sprites

You getting bread, let's get a slice

Drop a bitch off at Venice

Look, a gorilla in ice

Police got me on a heat sheet

I'm stepping on the bitches, they beneath me

I just pulled up on GLO GANG Street

I just bought a street sweeper, sweep sweep

[Chief Keef:]

A nigga bitch with me getting real touchy

That bitch wanna get lovey-dovey

They be like to do a lot of fussing

But that bitch don't do shit for me

She tryna make a nigga get lusty

She see a nigga smoking on musty

Me and gang nem pull them four's up

She see me at the corner with the doors up

(Let's get it)

[Lil Bibby:]

Said I walk up in the spot, but I'm smelling like a pound

Broski got the chop, play with me it's going down

We the hottest niggas 'round, we might show up to your town

On my neck, a hundred thou', touch, I put you in the ground

Tried to swim in water with the sharks, he gon' drown

White bitch sniffin' white, shit, I call her Bobby Brown

Tryna get my dick wet, you ain't fucking Dipset

I ain't had a hit yet, still got a big check

[Chief Keef:]

A nigga bitch with me getting real touchy

That bitch wanna get lovey-dovey

They be like to do a lot of fussing

But that bitch don't do shit for me

She tryna make a nigga get lusty

She see a nigga smoke on musty

Me and gang nem pull them four's up

She see me at the corner with the doors up

(Let's get it)

Hardly lyrics - Chief Keef

Hold that thought, let me think

Pour a cup, let me drink

Girl you got an apple, let me touch

The police comin', let me tuck

Eyes red, my cash blue

45 black, my tattoos

Take 50 racks to Barney's

I love these bitches, hardly

To my fallen soldiers, know they restin' up

They know everyday that I'm blessed as fuck

Carbon fire hydrant, he a' wet you up

You lackin' no cheetahs we a' catchin' up

You know I get that cheese, nigga Parmesan

Dinner is ready, nigga come get some

Ain't no one-on-ones, nigga one is one

Don't make me lace up and play run and gun

I'm in these streets, I'm walkin' like

I'm in this foreign, I roll a bike

My hair not down, I run it up

Only thing I can give is zero fucks

Hold that thought, let me think

Pour a cup, let me drink

Girl you got an apple, let me touch

The police comin', let me tuck

Eyes red, my cash blue

45 black, my tattoos

Take 50 racks, to Barney's

I love these bitches, hardly

Feelin' hardly in them hundred car seats

Treat a tour bus like a fuckin' RV

Pardon we, we finna crash a party

Made a Benjamin, Picasso is a fuckin' art piece

Take the gang, hit the road

What we live by, is a code

I'm on an ocean, I rode the bus

There's certain shit I can't discuss

My dawgs slow, it loves licks

Go send your shots, it's nun' but bricks

I'm too authentic, you counterfeit

Choppers start glitchin' when it's tampered with

Smoked gelato, a pound of it

Two bitches, sandwich it

16 lines of the Tech, Fanta it

Peep the finish line, rental it

I fucked so many crazy hoes, I'm out my mind

And you can smack me, if I was lyin'

I peep who with me, I peep who lyin'

Who tryna' stop me, I said who tryn'

Hold that thought, let me think

Pour a cup, let me drink

Girl you got an apple, let me touch

The police comin', let me tuck

Eyes red, my cash blue

45 black, my tattoos

Take 50 racks, to Barney's

I love these bitches, hardly

Thot Breaker (2017)

• Alone (Intro)
• Can You Be My Friend
• My Baby
• You & Me
• Whoa
• Couple Of Coats
• Grab A Star
• You My Number One
• So Cal
• Drank Head
• My Head
• Slow Dance 
• Going Home

Alone (Intro) lyrics - Chief Keef

You like to fuck, yeah yeah

Smoked dope 'til you couldn't, yeah yeah

Bang bang

Bang bang

Let's get it

Catch up

Oh, yeah yeah yeah

Oh, yeah yeah yeah

You should wanna go and want to live your life

I am not trying to read you your rights

You feeling like Chief Turbo did you wrong

You thought that you had Turbo in your palm

If I got you baby girl, it's for the night

You should want to go and live your life

You know that my bitches come in eighths

I am not trying to read you your rights

You crying, baby what is going on?

You feeling like Chief Turbo did you wrong

You thought that you had Turbo in your palm

You got trust issues, girl you are not alone

You feeling like Chief Turbo did you wrong

You thought that you had Turbo in your palm

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