Binoculars lyrics - Chief Keef

I close the curtains in my car

My joint looks like an arm

So much toke you'd think I got a farm

But please do not try me I'm armed

I will do ya lots of harm

You better off fuckin' with armored trucks

'Cause we is gon' skyrocket ya

You will see it on binoculars

See I collect, royalties be in mine

High off the dope, I woke up, where am I?

Shoot a nigga down, splat

Where the Shamwow?

You already know the racks

I bought him out

When you talkin' Chief Keef

Do me a favor, watch your teeth

Goin' "skrrt, skrrt", pull up where you be

I'm under the influence, behind the wheel

Man I'm always high as fuck

I ain't got no chills

I close the curtains in my mind

I close the bitches like they're blinds

I close the windows when I smoke

Now you see me

Now you don't

I close the curtains in my car

My joint looks like an arm

So much toke you'd think I got a farm

But please do not try me I'm armed

I will do ya lots of harm

You better off fuckin' with armored trucks

'Cause we is gon' skyrocket ya

You will see it on binoculars

I close the curtains in my crib

Like everyone know where I live

But I'm so clouded

And I got an army

You sippin' red ruben

And I sip that Barney, bang

I hit the bank 'bout twenty times a day

The shit I'm sippin', it's dirty, it's wine, no way

The shit I'm smokin'

It ain't normal

Ain't talkin' 'bout the smell

Boy, I'm talkin' 'bout the form of it

You know I be smokin' that loud

You can smell it if your nose was stopped up

I try to drive the speed limit now

Just in case the police stop us

I close the curtains in my car

My joint looks like an arm

So much toke think I got a farm

But please do not try me I'm armed

I will do ya lots of harm

You better off fuckin' with armored trucks

'Cause we is gon' skyrocket ya

You will see it on binoculars

Hell Yeah lyrics - Chief Keef

If you talking about money, the hell yeah, nigga

Did I fuck that thot, hell yeah, did you?

If you wanna get some money then hell yeah, I'm with you

Am I gon' get this money, hell yeah, is you?

Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah

Boy you smoking on that ew ew, ain't you?

I'm smoking fresh packs of pale whale nigga

Look here I can't feel you like I'm in a wheelchair, hell yeah

She need a lil' air 'cause I'm smoking on that good dear, hell yeah

I be grinding hard

She point at her knee like put yo foot here, hell yeah

I be smoking loud, hell yeah

You can smell it even if you wasn't in here, hell yeah

Ten thousand dollar clothes, remember wearing pale pale nigga

Bitch tryna find a ghost, I ain't even in there idiot

Tryna get some money then hand me up idiot

Don't be an idiot, clap yo ass like Missy Eliot

Counting on the dough, hell yeah

Pour up a 84, hell yeah

Got yo nine to five nigga, hell yeah

Do yo bitch do the most, hell yeah

Sneak dissing on the low, hell yeah

What you wanted my nigga, hell yeah

If you talking about money, the hell yeah, nigga

Did I fuck that thot, hell yeah, did you?

If you wanna get some money then hell yeah, I'm with you

Am I gon' get this money, hell yeah, is you?

Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah

Boy you smoking on that ew ew, ain't you?

I'm smoking fresh packs of pale whale nigga

Respect lyrics - Chief Keef

Respect a real nigga

Respect a real nigga

Ay, respect a real nigga

Respect a real nigga

Ay, if you don't respect a real nigga

You 'bout get killed, nigga

So respect a real nigga

So respect a real nigga

Ay, respect a real nigga

Respect a real nigga

Respect me

Respect a real nigga

Respect a real nigga

Respect me

Respect, nigga

It's all about the respect

And if you ain't got the respect

We come through blamin' with Tecs, nigga

I got the weed and the snacks

I got the cash and the racks

I got the bitches and bags

Respect with the Tec

I got this Tec to your neck

Respect with Uzi and net

Fuck around get your ass wet

Respect

Respect

Respect

I'm shaking

Got you

I know my car got the flu

But it still would get you

Respect a real nigga

Respect a real nigga

Ay, respect a real nigga

Respect a real nigga

Ay, if you don't respect a real nigga

You 'bout get killed, nigga

So respect a real nigga

So respect a real nigga

Ay, respect a real nigga

Respect a real nigga

Respect me

Respect a real nigga

Respect a real nigga

Respect me

Respect, nigga

It's all about the respect

And if you ain't got the respect

We come through blamin' with Tecs, nigga

Came through with the AK and the saw

You a real nigga, knock off nigga

Fuck nigga, knock it off

Got my driver doin' drop-offs, nigga

Come and get your bitch 'cause I'm going soft

I be countin' cheese

In my sleep

Tryna see

Why I'm all alone going off

Hopped out with the guns and the foreigns and the bloods so we come through, swormin' nigga

And we Glo Navy

Pussy nigga, fuck your army nigga

Get mixed in the blender with the fruit 'cause the shit here don't involve you nigga

They get that call from So Obama then Yosama, nigga

Respect a real nigga

Respect a real nigga

Ay, respect a real nigga

Respect a real nigga

Ay, if you don't respect a real nigga

You 'bout get killed, nigga

So respect a real nigga

So respect a real nigga

Ay, respect a real nigga

Respect a real nigga

Respect me

Respect a real nigga

Respect a real nigga

Respect me

Respect, nigga

It's all about the respect

And if you ain't got the respect

We come through blamin' with Tecs, nigga

Yeah lyrics - Chief Keef

Yeah, Sosa baby

Yeah, GBE baby

You know, you not supposed to say yeah to everything

Cap

Y'know what I'm sayin'

There's a lotta' shit

Yeah

Ay, turn the music up for me Chris

(When I say yeah) I really mean yeah

I ain't fuckin' around when I say yeah

Sit Gang baby

Get It Gang baby

Designer Gang baby

Sosa on the beat

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Do I get money? Yeah

Do I fuck thotties? Yeah

Do I count money? Yeah

Do I fuck thotties? Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Do I drive cars? Yeah

Got clothes? Yeah

Got guap? Yeah

Got Rolls? Yeah

Is he a bitch nigga? Yeah

I'm a rich nigga, yeah

I'ma get with you, yeah

Split a clip with you, yeah

I got Louis Vuitton, yeah

I got Gucci on, yeah

Stop watching Chief So and cut a movie on, damn

Uppercut, hook, left, right

You ain't wrong, that's right

You got chess right?

Choppa beat you chest tight

You could see, right?

You could bleed, right?

You think you cold

I catch you, choppa make you bleed ice

You think you got waves

'Til I surf on 'em

Police pulled me over and I burped on 'em

I heard he like toys, throw that Nerf on 'em

Walked up on his block and took his turf from him

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Do I get money? Yeah

Do I fuck thotties? Yeah

Do I count money? Yeah

Do I fuck thotties? Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Do I drive cars? Yeah

Got clothes? Yeah

Got guap? Yeah

Got Rolls? Yeah

Yeah, I got drank and I got loud (I got loud)

Yeah I tote my Glock and I lay it down (I lay it down)

Yeah I paint pictures, make me spray you down (Spray ya down)

Knock that tongue out you, let you make a sound (Let you make a sound)

They lazy, I feel sorry for them niggas (Sorry for them niggas)

I just went and got a rocket for them niggas (Got a rocket for them niggas)

300 that's a lobby full of niggas (Lobby full of niggas)

And y'all a bunch of sloppy little niggas (Sloppy little niggas)

Yeah I got pills

Yeah I got cash

Yeah I got swag

Richest from the racks

You know I got racks

It is in my pants

Scratch you off the list

You was in my top ten

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Do I get money? Yeah

Do I fuck thotties? Yeah

Do I count money? Yeah

Do I fuck thotties? Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Do I drive cars? Yeah

Got clothes? Yeah

Got guap? Yeah

Got Rolls? Yeah

Police lyrics - Chief Keef

Ay, I don't talk that much

I observe niggas, I read niggas

'Cause me...

Moms ain't like you if you was slow and...

She'd beat yo ass if you was slow

I always have my eye open when I got them on my motherfucking pillow

Don't let us catch you lackin', catch your ass in traffic (Bang bang)

Shit is gon' get hectic (Bang), ridin' with that Mac-10 (Skuduskuh)

Woop, there go the police (Whoop), act like you don't know me (Nah)

Smokin' 'til I OD (Yeah), bankroll never foldin' (Nah)

I done seen some bitches (Yeah), pulled up then I get them (Skuduskuh)

Tell them bitches get in (Skrt), if you wanna fit in (Yeah)

Four thousand for this Moncler (Bands), I buy 20 a year (Bang)

Don't give a fuck if the sun come (Nah), bitch I'm the sun's son (Bitch I'm the sun's son)

Something like a light pole, ridin' with my 'sciples

Them Black Disciples, in case you ain't know

I ain't got no jet yet (Nah), finna go and get that (Yeah)

I buy it, I fit it (Yeah), throws out, I shit it (Ffff beep)

Ridin' in the Range Rover (Skuduskuh), all I do is change clothes (Yeah)

All I do is change hoes (Yeah), all I do is change bros (Yeah yeah)

I can't have the same bros (Nah), niggas act like snake hoes (Yeah)

Bouncin' like a kango, but they wanna hang tho (Huh)

Don't let us catch you lackin', catch your ass in traffic

Shit is gon' get hectic, ridin' with that Mac-10

Woop, there go the police (Woo-Woo), act like you don't know me (Nah)

Smokin' 'til I OD, bankroll never foldin' (Nah)

I done seen some bitches (Yeah), pulled up then I get them (Yeah)

Tell them bitches get in (Skuduskuh), if you wanna fit in

Four thousand for this Moncler, I buy 20 a year (Yeah)

Don't give a fuck if the sun come (Nah), bitch I'm the sun's son

Ridin' up Carlin (Skuduskuh), see it then I cop it (Yeah)

Pistol, I'ma flop it (Bang), fap it (Bang), pop it (Dududuh)

Ridin' in a red truck (Skuduskuh), lookin' like a damn Blood (Woof)

Suwu to them damn Bloods, cuz to them damn Crips (Yeah)

My niggas comin' doin' hits, don't give no fuck 'bout no camera (Nah)

When I look in the mirror, I see a rich nigga (Yeah)

'Member when I was broke on Front$treet, sellin' D

And catchin' felonies, now I get paid to make melodies (Front$treet, yeah)

Aye, still Dipset (Dipset, bitch)

Since 20-O-8 (2008)

Now it's 2014 (2014)

Ay, bitch, and I get my own cake (My own motherfuckin' cake)

Get my steak and I eat my own plate (My own motherfuckin' plate)

I smoke my own blunts (I smoke my own motherfuckin' blunts)

I blow my own gun (I blow my own motherfuckin' gun, bang bang)

I run my whole clique, nigga (I run my whole Glo)

And I'm the youngest nigga (I'm the youngest though)

I got the motherfuckin' largest check (Got the largest bankroll)

I got the fuckin' finest bitch (I got the fuckin' finest damn hoes)

Nah, Ball got some fine bitches too

Ball got some dime bitches too

Me and Ball, we ball, ridin' in Lambo

Lambo like Hello (Hello, hello)

Like shawty L-O (L-O)

Done it all, bitch, I'm mellow (I'm mellow, lil nigga)

Pull strings like a cello (Like a Cello, lil nigga)

I ain't blue bitch I'm yellow (I ain't blue bitch I'm yellow)

'Bout my green motherfucker, bitch, I'm ghetto (Bitch, I'm ghetto)

You ain't talkin' green don't call my cello (Don't call my cello)

'Bout green then I push it to the metal (Push it to the metal, skrt skrt skrt)

Then I roll me a 'rillo

Me lyrics - Chief Keef

Me, me, me, me, me, me, me

Sosa baby, GBE baby

I be smokin' tree, I be spendin' Gs

Who I see? I

Who do you want to be? Me

Your bitch love, me, wanna fuck, me

I ain't gotta get her high, she wanna drug me

Me, me, me, me, me, me, me

Who be smokin' dope?

Me, me, me, me, me, me, me

Who be stackin' dough?

Me, me, me, me, me, me, me

Who be packin' heat?

Me, me, me, me, me, me, me

Who brought an act of lean?

Me, me, me, me

That lil' ass dope you smokin' on

That lil' ass pour you holdin' on

Wait, where they do that at?

Tell me what is goin' on

Them lil' ass racks you holdin' on

That cheap ass hat you throwin' on

That lil' ass drank you pourin' out

I bring pints and foreigns out

You son of a bitches got me to get ignant (me)

But sons of Anarchy, I'm so committed (me)

Broad day, broad wait

I'm so damn wicked (me)

Treat your bitch like a posted

I gotta stick it (me)

Catch a fuck nigga, in traffic

Run 'em down, catch his bitch ass

Tie him up, sat him down

Take his fucking ice, piece him up

Melt it down (me)

Chop his fingers up

To his family, mail it down (me)

I be smokin' tree, I be spendin' Gs

Who I see? I

Who do you want to be? Me

Your bitch love, me, wanna fuck, me

I ain't gotta get her high, she wanna drug me

Me, me, me, me, me, me, me

Who be smokin' dope?

Me, me, me, me, me, me, me

Who be stackin' dough?

Me, me, me, me, me, me, me

Who be packin' heat?

Me, me, me, me, me, me, me

Who brought an act of lean?

Me, me, me, me

Pour a 12 in the Sprite

Give it a sun kiss

Muah, muah, muah, muah

'Cause I love this

With this racks bitch I buy it if I touched it

You can call it a nigga's bitch 'cause I fucked it

I keep necessary unnecessary commas (me)

All this light on me like the end of the tunnel (me)

And bitch I got the belly of a bagel (me)

I'm makin' cold in the sauna

I keep the 40 in my waist like it's trash (me)

Touch the money, ay, I treat it like a dash (me)

Ben Franklin, he treat me like I'm his dad (me)

My jewelry water but I treat it like it's glass (me)

I be smokin' tree, I be spendin' Gs

Who I see? I

Who do you want to be? Me

Your bitch love, me, wanna fuck, me

I ain't gotta get her high, she wanna drug me

Me, me, me, me, me, me, me

Who be smokin' dope?

Me, me, me, me, me, me, me

Who be stackin' dough?

Me, me, me, me, me, me, me

Who be packin' heat?

Me, me, me, me, me, me, me

Who brought an act of lean?

Me, me, me, me

We Want War lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Lil Reese & Fredo Santana)

[Lil Reese:]

That fufu shit, we ain't on it

Getting money, call it scoring

Bad bitch, who ain't boring

Gun on me while I'm touring

Pussy nigga think it ain't on me

We ain't squashing shit, we want war

We ain't squashing shit, we want war

That fufu shit, we ain't on it

Getting money, call it scoring

Bad bitch, you ain't boring

Gun on me while I'm touring

Pussy nigga think it ain't on me

We ain't squashing shit, we want war

We ain't squashing shit, we want war

We ain't squashing shit, we want war

[Chief Keef:]

Whoa, riding 'round with yo thot

In the car, she give me top

Pull up like skurr

Bang bang, duh duh duh

With the Glocks

Finna pop

Remember when I ain't had guap

Now I got a lot

Now I got a house

Now I got a watch

But I still got me a Glock

And I'm still from the block

Still sending some shots

At a motherfucking opp

I be spending guap

We spending guap and getting guap

Smoking lots of pot

Remember when I sold rocks on the block

I was out when it was hot, when it was not

When it was day, when it was night

300 shots, we got 300 blocks

Call 300 cars, we got 300 Glocks

[Lil Reese:]

That fufu shit, we ain't on it

Getting money, call it scoring

Bad bitch, who ain't boring

Gun on me while I'm touring

Pussy nigga think it ain't on me

We ain't squashing shit, we want war

We ain't squashing shit, we want war

That fufu shit, we ain't on it

Getting money, call it scoring

Bad bitch, you ain't boring

Gun on me while I'm touring

Pussy nigga think it ain't on me

We ain't squashing shit, we want war

We ain't squashing shit, we want war

We ain't squashing shit, we want war

[Fredo Santana:]

Need a pint of lean, man, I drink that shit like everyday

When it's beef I'm shooting first, nigga, I don't hesitate

And my trap house hella weight, nigga, I'm in every state

Racks bussing out my jeans, nigga, I got hella cake

Niggas say they real but I know they hella fake

Acting like a monkey, get shot when your Bathing Ape

We getting money over here, they got that baby cake

Birdman hand rub, shit, I got that Baby cake

Whipping up a whole thing, show you how that bacon made

I'm the shit, these niggas pussy, shit, that's what my lady say

Nigga looking at me wrong, nigga just might die today

Feeling like Scarface, holding on my AK

[Lil Reese:]

That fufu shit, we ain't on it

Getting money, call it scoring

Bad bitch, who ain't boring

Gun on me while I'm touring

Pussy nigga think it ain't on me

We ain't squashing shit, we want war

We ain't squashing shit, we want war

That fufu shit, we ain't on it

Getting money, call it scoring

Bad bitch, you ain't boring

Gun on me while I'm touring

Pussy nigga think it ain't on me

We ain't squashing shit, we want war

We ain't squashing shit, we want war

We ain't squashing shit, we want war

Dedication (2017)

• Ticket
• Keke Palmer
• Mailbox
• Cook
• Bad
• Text
• Glory Bridge
• Get It
• Negro
• Less Speed
• Come On Now
• Kills
• Told Y'all
• Let Me See
• Be Back 

Ticket lyrics - Chief Keef

These niggas ain't official (nah!)

Real nigga ain't in him (hannn!)

Dope all in the spine (dope!)

Probably why I can't feel 'em

Too much to lose (skrt!)

Probably why I ain't did em'

Gotta ball out for my dead homies

Probably why I ain't with em'

Ridin' around in this Fisker

10 hunnid for this Fisher

Thousand dollars for these Louies (beep, beep)

These here are official

Ball, ball, ball, foul, give me a whistle

Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket

Walkin' through the mall, and I'm smellin' like dope

Shoppin' in Gucci, they let me pour drink up

This convo, ain't a ticket? Then I got's to hangup

'Cause I love that blue cheese, like everybody loves Raymond

Come up in strip club, you fuck around get rained up

Go up in my hood, you fuck around get banged on

Loud pipes when I pull off, you can hear it when I swang em'

I'm in this bitch with a black hoodie, black Guccis, Trayvon

I parked in a no park and got me a ticket

Told the Lord to excuse me for my sinnin'

Man, I swear these bitches out here trippin'

If I was still in school, I'd have knots all in my Dickies

(Let's get it)

These niggas ain't official (nah!)

Real nigga ain't in him (hannn!)

Dope all in the spine (dope!)

Probably why I can't feel 'em

Too much to lose (skrt!)

Probably why I ain't did em'

Gotta ball out for my dead homies

Probably why I ain't with em'

Ridin' around in this Fisker

10 hunnid for this Fisher

Thousand dollars for these Louies (beep, beep)

These here are official

Ball, ball, ball, foul, give me a whistle

Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket

Free Slick, niggas keep talkin' that G shit

Niggas keep talkin' that sweet shit

Niggas ain't talkin' that street shit

Bitch, my pockets on deep dish

You don't hustle, you don't eat shit

Ride past you like I don't see shit

I let it seek me, I don't seek it

These niggas ain't official (nah!)

Real nigga ain't in him (hannn!)

Dope all in the spine (dope!)

Probably why I can't feel 'em

Too much to lose (skrt!)

Probably why I ain't did em'

Gotta ball out for my dead homies

Probably why I ain't with em'

Ridin' around in this Fisker

10 hunnid for this Fisher

Thousand dollars for these Louies (beep, beep)

These here are official

Ball, ball, ball, foul, give me a whistle

Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket

Gucci! Louis! Bang

Keke Palmer lyrics - Chief Keef

Catch up. Let's get it! (Huh? Huh?)

I know she gon' let me hit it

I do it later on, because you know I gotta get it

Blue book on me, yeah it's written

Don't mind me I'm just making these decisions

I walk in the rolls, with my llama

You don't want nothing nigga, so proceed to drama

Wrist looking colder than the Yonkers

Black thing sliding in the car call up Keke Palmer

I walk up in the spot fresher than a damn Islamic

It's a bird, it's a plane, nah nigga it's a comet

uh-uh-uh-uh I'm slidin' in that vomit

Smoking on this strong pack feelin' real atomic

Pass the blue thing my nickname is "Sonic"

I just left Saks now I'm pulling up to Sonic

Tryna get on Forbes 'cause they label me a convict

Slide the gear over you won't see a nigga comin'

'Cause Tadoe we on shit and we seeing how you bummin'

I don't fuck with you boa you seeing how I'm turnin'

Cops on the side and they're seeing how I'm burning

This bitch fast yeah they're seeing how I'm lunging

I know she gon' let me hit it

I do it later on, because you know I gotta get it

Blue book on me, yeah it's written

Don't mind me I'm just making these decisions

I walk in the rolls, with my llama

You don't want nothing nigga, so proceed to drama

Wrist looking colder than the Yonkers

Black thing sliding in the car call up Keke Palmer

200, so the cops pulled us over

I don't know if I'm high or I'm sober

Twin stickies, but this not Minnesota

Actin' a ass got the car bending over

Shorty send me roses and lotuses

Please don't get them lame boys involved with this

Hopped on yo shit and kill it, like "Who song is this?"

All up in my DM, man "Who mom is this?"

Walk up in yo spot, you know we running it (mm hmm, hmm)

Sack you in our touchdown, we loading it

Ice on, don't know no nigga cold as this (sosa, blick! Blick!)

I won't miss the shot, I don't need no assist

I know she gon' let me hit it

I do it later on, because you know I gotta get it

Blue book on me, yeah it's written

Don't mind me I'm just making these decisions

I walk in the rolls, with my llama

You don't want nothing nigga, so proceed to drama

Wrist looking colder than the Yonkers

Black thing sliding in the car call up Keke Palmer

Mailbox lyrics - Chief Keef

Sosa, baby

No, I can't calm down, bitch I'm too turnt up

Judge gon' give me life, foe 'nem Murders

Sittin' at a red light, pourin' this purp' up

See the LVs on my boxers, while I'm liftin' my shirt up

Cops tryna search us, hoes tryna twerk us

Walk in with all this ice, did it on purpose

Got spice like red hot, need to keep ya tail tucked

Have folks nem deliver this to you, put it in ya mailbox

Niggas be really knowin', bitches be really goin'

Look up and the ceilin' gone, that ass I'm feelin' on

Gimme a Christina Milian, I could pop me a wheelie on

Bout to go get some more chains, like I ain't got enough jewelry on

Went to the trap last night, and I looked up it was dawn

Got a U-Haul backin' in, with equipment and more laundry

You know we ain't really for none, all I know is get paper

I know killas, and they owe me big favors

Bitches XO me like Weeknd, I'm somewhere out eating

Stay yo ass in 2 feet, or go yo ass on the deep end

Someone hand me an ashtray, that's my boys who passed away

Keep my mouth laminated, 'til the day I'm eliminated

No I can't calm down, bitch I'm too turnt up

Judge gon' give me life, foe 'nem Murders

Sittin' at a red light, pourin' this purp' up

See the LVs on my boxers, while I'm liftin' my shirt up

Cops tryna search us, hoes tryna twerk us

Walk in with all this ice, did it on purpose

Got spice like red hot, need to keep ya tail tucked

Have folks nem deliver this to you, put it in ya mailbox

What's yo' address nigga? Where you live at nigga?

We ain't tryna hear that nigga, you know I'm a real ass nigga

Know I gotta get cash nigga, you know I want it real bad, nigga

My young niggas run down on you, treat you like a lil' ass nigga

Bitches see the ice, they see the cars, they see the bands they in the mood

They get in, into the spot, that's where the cars gon' take us to

I need top, I told them bitches that like it was breaking news

And you know I be about my chicken, bitch no Ramen noodles

Jail cell not even bigger than my pantry

We can't leave no trace I guess them gloves come in handy

It's lovely now, bitches be loving me now, aye

Had the bitch suckin' me up, she might end up shutting me down aye

No I can't calm down, bitch I'm too turnt up

Judge gon' give me life, foe 'nem Murders

Sittin' at a red light, pourin' this purp' up

See the LVs on my boxers, while I'm liftin' my shirt up

Cops tryna search us, hoes tryna twerk us

Walk in with all this ice, did it on purpose

Got spice like red hot, need to keep ya tail tucked

Have folks nem deliver this to you, put it in ya mailbox

Cook lyrics - Chief Keef

Sosa baby, G.B.E. baby

Cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

It look like I cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

It look like I cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

It look like I cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

It look like I cook dope

In the AMG, lookin' like I cook dope

Since I'm a fucking pimp, I'ma need a good hoe

Catch your ass lackin', give your ass some good smoke

The bitch up in this foreign will give your ass some good throat

The bitch up in the trap will give your ass a good pack

The shooter ridin' with me get your ass in a bag

Beef ain't really nothin', nah, really it's a snack

Before I made it here, I was runnin' through the packs

Runnin' through the racks up in Saks, it's a fact

To ride presidential, I done blacked out the 'lac

Put the rover up and I done backed out the back

Told 'em send the fiends to the back house for crack

I hop up out the whip, look like I sell controlled substances

When she see the ice, I bet I leave the bitch like, "Oh, shit!"

Lookin' like the plug, 'cause I'm really on my boss shit

Trapper on my lap, just in case I have to bust shit

Cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

It look like I cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

It look like I cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

It look like I cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

It look like I cook dope

Got a hundred bags, served all dimes

Got a thousand more of those, call the line

Snowman, I want seventeen fives

Why a dealership tellin' me lies?

Told me that my trunk was up in the front

But it's in the back, bitches think it's summer

Slide the van doors, beat a nigga drum

I promise you won't even see a nigga comin'

'Cause I move like Obama, probably fucked your mama

Saw a bad bitch walkin', she want me to run up

She saw the falcon stripes down the middle of the foreign

Saw the fire out the pipes then I knew that bitch was goin'

Don't make me hit your college, fuck your bitch up in your dorm

I don't even know her, too many bitches in my phone

Let me cut this Marvin on, that mean we can get it on

You know bitches love dope, that's why they can't leave me 'lone

Cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

It look like I cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

It look like I cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

It look like I cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope

It look like I cook dope

Bad lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

[Tadoe (Chief Keef):]

(Bitch, O'Block, bitch)

Smoking out yo dead homies

Thirty boppers for a opp (Bitch)

Fifty round or a hundred, y'all know how we coming

Big guns, they long body

Smoking out the 448 (Let's get it)

All we do is get money (Catch up!)

All we know is pop tags (Catch up!)

All we know is rock shows (Sosa baby)

All we know is run them bands up (Let's get it)

Green guacamole, check out my new Rollie

[Chief Keef:]

I'ma bad motherfucker, swish, I'ma splash brother

Ice on me, colder than Chiraq weather

I'ma bad mamba jamba, and I keep a hammer

Wanna see a nigga dead, wanna see me in the slammer

I'm so bad-ass, fool, I can buy a school

Shawty send me nudes, I ain't wearing Trues

I'ma bad motherfucker

It can crash, motherfucker

Cracking cards, you lil fraud

The ink in this choppa still pass pipes

I'm pulling all nighters, I'm not tired

You can see me from afar

Grab a pound of smokes then I roll it up

Take your block and I blow it up

Got in her back and I tore it up

Adobe Lightroom, how I'm gloing up

My wrist like water

Now I got more money than my father

Like El Chapo, bitch we kill your honor

I pass the streets with flying colors

I'ma bad motherfucker, swish, I'ma splash brother

Ice on me, colder than Chiraq weather

I'ma bad mamba jamba, and I keep a hammer

Wanna see a nigga dead, wanna see me in the slammer

I'm so bad-ass, fool, I can buy a school

Shawty send me nudes, I ain't wearing Trues

I'ma bad motherfucker

It can crash, motherfucker

I get this swagga from my mama

Grab the bullets for my llama

Ride right or wrong with my partner

Burger king I got that whopper

And I'm on some playa shit, facial cleanser with cucumbers

Like Tadoe I'm counting blue bummas

Smelling just like some new money

My chain looking like a [?]

All this loud I can't hear you (dope)

The cops is all outside, money and bitches there too

Baby I'm so mellow, won't go slow yellow

If you catch me sleep, one eyes open though

This bitch heads a freak, we're up in a suite

Gat, when I sleep, I feel like Memphis Bleek

What hand you rolling with? I'm feeling like I'm Beans

Pass me the throne, I'm feeling like a king

I'ma bad motherfucker, swish, I'ma splash brother

Ice on me, colder than Chiraq weather

I'ma bad mamba jamba, and I keep a hammer

Wanna see a nigga dead, wanna see me in the slammer

I'm so bad-ass, fool, I can buy a school

Shawty send me nudes, I ain't wearing Trues

I'ma bad motherfucker

It can crash, motherfucker

Text lyrics - Chief Keef

Beat Gains

Stuntman

Sosa baby

Runnin' up that sack

Smokin' on this dope, also known as pack

And we got them GATs, we won't cut no slack

In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin' facts

I'm all about a stack

Big-ass blunts of thrax, and that be the OG, just to be exact

She like how I flex, so she want some sex

I don't wanna talk

She don't wanna text

Please don't cross the gun line, gon' cost you your sunshine

And I got the D-line lookin' like a lunch line

And today is payday, so you know it's crunch time

Got my AR with me, that's my little sunshine

Pour that codeine up, it's 'bout that get drunk time

You gon' catch your deer, I'ma go and hunt mine

Got the utensils bitch I got the supplies

Y'all my shorties so, when you see me say "What up Dad!"

Ain't no puff, puff-pass, boy I had a rough past

In the second grade I had a BB in my lunch bag

You know the streets is some ties, get stuck like a thumb tack

Foe nem took yo choppa from you, come and get your drum back

Runnin' up that sack

Smokin' on this dope, also known as pack

And we got them GATs, we won't cut no slack

In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin' facts

I'm all about a stack

Big-ass blunts of thrax, and that be the OG, just to be exact

She like how I flex, so she want some sex

I don't wanna talk

She don't wanna text

I'ma pour this pint up in some lemon lime

You can get yo shit split, fuckin' with me and the guys

Mobbin' with some big shit, don't pay us no mind

Hit you with some big hits, won't take us no time

Your bitch want this big dick, she not even fine

Pockets be on be big bitch, I'm not even lyin'

This shit is off the fuckin' dome, I'm not even tryin'

It ain't hard to get up with me, I'm not even hidin'

Bwoy that old-ass Benz, you not even slidin'

Hit yo' bitch from the back, she gone let me have it

Bitch I'm all about the dollars like I play with Dallas

Turn this shit malfunction, texting me could get tragedy

Bang

This shit is crazy

I'm a 90s baby, I know nothin' 'bout the 80s

Hit you from Atlanta, take a L, look like McGrady

We was really warrin', I looked up and God just saved me

Runnin' up that sack

Smokin' on this dope, also known as pack

And we got them GATs, we won't cut no slack

In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin' facts

I'm all about a stack

Big-ass blunts of thrax, and that be the OG just to be exact

She like how I flex, so she want some sex

I don't wanna talk

She don't wanna text

Bang!

Glory Bridge lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)

Ness on the beat

[A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie:]

All fly shit I used to go to school like this

"Off-White" kicks my shoelaces say shoelaces (Yeah)

Orange tiger on my shirt I'm in some Gucci shit (Yeah)

She keep lying on my dick she on some hoochie shit (Yeah)

We pull up in 20 Rari's on some movie shit, yeah

I will never say I'm sorry to a goofy bitch, yeah

Slide up on her drop her off and let my goony hit, yeah

You a dirty little thot, you little stupid bitch

[Chief Keef:]

Bitches in my phone taking space up, yeah

No I can't be lacking got my face up, yeah

Drip more purple than a Laker, yeah (esketit)

Eyes more red than a laser, yeah

Faces on me bigger than fantasias, yeah

Shakespeare on a bitch named Anastasia, yeah

You can get her back, I'm not a saviour, yeah

Rolling on your exes, Charles Xavier, yeah

I ain't got no service call me later, yeah

Riding right past all me haters, yeah

I done spent rope on me laces, yeah

Feds got us on they papers tryna trace us, yeah

Marshall Law with the moves, Tekken

Ball with my brodies been with them since AND1

Bitch you ugly you and yo friend can't come

Motor make a hood hop, huh J-Kwon

She know I got more sauce than A1

Supposed to be at the gathering at 1

Sean Carter bag, I'm tryna catch one

She think I'm cute, top me quick, it was a fast one

[A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie:]

She wanted me to clean her mess but I got on Hermes, yeah

She tried to catch me on her snap before I got undressed, yeah

If I don't pull up in all black, I'll pull up in all red, yeah

30,000 on a rollie, my little bitch a brat, yeah

I'm in my bag now I'm odee, yeah

I ain't never had no OG, yeah

I get money, it ain't low-key, yeah

Hit her once and then I proceed, ay

And I can't picture bein' broke these days

She gave me head I told her don't breathe, ay

If you love her nigga don't sneeze, ay

She was covered up in codeine, ay

You a aunty you a dope fiend, ay

Don't get too close if you don't know me ay

I chill with shottas chill with protégés ay

Red bottoms like a nosebleed, ay

Get It lyrics - Chief Keef

I ain't even trippin', girl, I get it

I'ma throw this money while you get it

You say you want this money, come and get it (Ha, let's get it)

I throw this shit up 'cause I get it

Call your friend up, and tell her, "Get it"

I'm a fuck around, come and get it

She gon' see me in this big buildin' (skrt, skrt)

That's when she gon' let a nigga get it (bang, bang)

When I was 16 I knew somethin'

That's when I knew I had to get it

Fuck that lyin' on wax, shoot somethin' (bang, bang)

Let my dogs out on ya, let 'em get it (bang)

Nigga, do something, move something

I'm in a strip club, still stuntin'

Ten thousand on a futon

I'm Margiela walkin', oh yeah

I'm in a strip club, throwin' Benjis

They let us in this bitch with the semi

I fuck around and ice out the Fendi

I fuck around and pipe out a Bentley

I fuck around and platinum on my semis (yah)

I fuck around and platinum, not an Emmy

And my chopper hit the folks, I call 'em Jimmy

Make it sway through your block and let it empty

I ain't even tripping girl, I get it

I'm a throw this money while you get it

You say you want this money, come and get it

I throw this shit up, 'cause I get it

Call your friend up, and tell her, "Get it"

I'm a fuck around, come and get it

She gon' see me in this big buildin' (skrt, skrt)

That's when she gon' let a nigga get it (bang, bang)

I done fell in love with foreign whips (skrt, skrt)

I done got used to foreign trips

I done went to Paris for some coats (Louis)

Come and get it if you want some smoke (chill, chill, chill)

Baby, call your friend, tell her slide (skrt, skrt)

We in this bitch throwin' racks all night

We see the pressure from the engine off the pipe

I'm in this bitch lookin' flyer than a kite

Hit a nigga bitch, tell her "Come over"

She see it's me on every fuckin' poster

And on my whip game proper

I don't really let the bitch chauffeur

I'm pourin' more pints than a doctor

Tell 'em hold the motherfuckin' boxers

I be ganja smokin' like a rasta

Get it at the same time with my partner (bang, bang)

I ain't even tripping girl, I get it

I'm a throw this money while you get it

You say you want this money, come and get it

I throw this shit up, 'cause I get it

Call your friend up, and tell her, "Get it"

I'm a fuck around, come and get it

She gon' see me in this big buildin' (skrt, skrt)

That's when she gon' let a nigga get it (bang, bang)

Negro lyrics - Chief Keef

We ain't got same ball lil' nigga

We ain't cut from the same cloth, lil' nigga

Touch you on, I can turn you off, lil' nigga

Have my young nigga knock you out, lil' nigga

We ain't from the same neighborhood, lil' nigga

We don't play with the same ball, lil' nigga

We don't get the same good-good, lil' nigga

We don't smoke the same dope, lil' nigga

You need to stop chasin' that lil hoe, lil' nigga

And chase your bankroll, lil' nigga

Better hope that it don't fold, lil' nigga

Summer starting to be cold, lil' nigga

Shawty think I'm a hit the mall up with her

So I had to send Ballout with her

Had to send her luggage with her

I'ma fly out tomorrow, nigga

Pull up to the show lookin' vatos

A million niggas in this truck, lil' nigga

Ain't no passive mode

Hope your ass good at duckin', lil nigga

Up This AR in front of you, lil' nigga

Take your manhood right in front of you, lil' nigga

You ain't the only one from my jungle, lil' nigga

Put a hole in you the size of funyun, lil' nigga

Back in the day, smokin' them dubs, smokin' 'em 8ths

Now look at me, 14 in my cone, wrist cost me a G

But I had goggles with heat sensors

Enough Monclar for 16 winters

I bought Louis bags, stick green in it

Guarantee your bitch would sleep with it

Now that's fucked up, my Louis bag get more ass than you

And the monster on the back of this Fendi bag get more cash than you

And these fingers on me, count cash faster than you

'Look up Marlon, say cheese', turn nigga face to the news

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We ain't cut from the same cloth, lil' nigga

Less Speed lyrics - Chief Keef

Point me to the racks, please (Racks, please)

Before I make this fuckin' mac squeeze (Mac squeeze)

Don't make these fuckin' racks sneeze (Racks sneeze)

You little niggas is some pet-peeves (Pet-peeves)

Up in traffic, where you catch me (Catch me)

So much ice, I could jet ski (Jet ski)

This bitch wish she never met me (Met me)

I told her more brakes, less speed (Less speed)

You know I got the hammer, even in my pajamas

He is not a member, we don't want him around us

Smokin' on this dope pack, how much you get a pound for?

I can get you real dope, stop lookin' 'cause you found him

Accelerate then hit the gas, we don't fuck with you, we sped pass

We rolled pass then doubled back

Let down the window then upped the Mac

Like FAH-FAH-FAH, tell 'em that

Folded up put it back in duffel bag

Gotta blick on me, I'm bussin' that

Swear it ain't shit here, tough as that

If you was 'bout it nigga, you would buss back

These hoes nigga, I ain't trustin' that

These bitches nigga, I ain't lovin' that

I'ma hit once and I'm puntin' that

Man, fuck you niggas, I ain't stuntin' that

Put em' in a cycle like a laundromat

I'm high as hell of this onion pack

And I'm ridin' 'round in this Iron Man

Point me to the racks, please (Racks, please)

Before I make this fuckin' mac squeeze (Mac squeeze)

Don't make these fuckin' racks sneeze (Racks sneeze)

You little niggas is some pet-peeves (Pet-peeves)

Up in traffic, where you catch me (Catch me)

So much ice, I could jet ski (Jet ski)

This bitch wish she never met me (Met me)

I told her more brakes, less speed (Less speed)

She want me to fuck her, I'm so low off stamina

She's a fuckin' freak too, she put us on camera

She got that non-stick shit, I'ma name her Pamela

I be poppin' big shit, I'm livin' spectacular

I gotta bitch named Tabatha, flip her like a spatula

And the way she suck me, I cannot be mad at her

I'ma fuckin' changed man, I cannot be draggin' her

Stay gettin' the same bands, but my Louis lavender

Point me to the racks, please (Racks, please)

Before I make this fuckin' mac squeeze (Mac squeeze)

Don't make these fuckin' racks sneeze (Racks sneeze)

You little niggas is some pet-peeves (Pet-peeves)

Up in traffic, where you catch me (Catch me)

So much ice, I could jet ski (Jet ski)

This bitch wish she never met me (Met me)

I told her more brakes, less speed (Less speed)

Come On Now lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Lil Yachty)

[Chief Keef:]

Parked the foreign in a handicap

Get a ticket, pay that shit

Spend that money, make that shit

I was in Broward county, late as shit

What's the tab, chains on, feel like fab

Make her feel this wrath, make her catch a cab

I'ma go my path, I'ma roll my half

I don't like to kick it, nigga come on now

I don't like to kick it, in my pockets bitches

I spin her no fidget, and my chips got ridges

Speedin' over bridges, need that crispy chicken

For my ugly days, I do pretty spendin'

For I don't feel like did Diddy gettin' kitty in your city

Foenem got my 50 if you got a problem with me

All this power feel like 50 you want me nigga come and get me

You can call me Sosa Cannon Lion got them drones with me

Filet mignon, cheese, nachos

I need combos, too much, I know

Hundreds, fifty's, give me, you hear me

You so silly, run up the millis

Parked the foreign in a handicap

Get a ticket, pay that shit

Spend that money, make that shit

I was in Broward county, late as shit

What's the tab, chains on, feel like fab

Make her feel this wrath, make her catch a cab

I'ma go my path, I'ma roll my half

I don't like to kick it, nigga come on now

[Lil Yachty:]

Fucking with me, they gon' bring them hemis

Hollow tips, cracking all your chips

All my dogs fighting like I'm Michael Vick

Got a condo in Atlanta, where I fuck my bitch

Fuck my bitch, where I fuck your bitch

Thirty six diamonds shine like MJ's pants

And my gang be off the wall but I don't wear no vans

Ay, get your mans 'fore I cut off his hands

I got hoes in every city, got a wool for every season

I leave all my bitches fiending, 'cause I leave that pussy leaking

Got a big Bentley and a G Wagon, fuck your Jeep

Bitch, I'm finally rich like that nigga Chief Keef

[Chief Keef:]

Parked the foreign in a handicap

Get a ticket, pay that shit

Spend that money, make that shit

I was in Broward county, late as shit

What's the tab, chains on, feel like fab

Make her feel this wrath, make her catch a cab

I'ma go my path, I'ma roll my half

I don't like to kick it, nigga come on now

Kills lyrics - Chief Keef

Sosa baby

GBE baby

Bang Bang

O'Block

Let's get it

I sell, I ship, I bag, I seal

I swag, that Gucci, that Louie, for real

Big knots in my Balmains, it is

The thing under this Louie, it kills

I sell (that dope)

I bag, I seal, I swag (that Gucci)

The Louie, for real, big knots (I got in my)

Balmains, it is the thing (that's up under)

This Louie, it kills, bang

So high up off this dope, I need a parachute

I'm in this Bentley coupe, it's filled with residue

I got my dawgs with me and now I let them loose

Tell the cops lies, 'cause I can't tell the truth

I'm rocking Louie sandals, my son got on Louie pampers

So many Gucci sandals, my house smell like Gucci candles

Smoking thoinky oinky, you know I got that thoinky on me

Smoking thoinky oinky, you know I got that thoinky on me

I sell, I ship, I bag, I seal

I swag, that Gucci, that Louie, for real

Big knots in my Balmains, it is

The thing under this Louie, it kills

I sell (that dope)

I bag, I seal, I swag (that Gucci)

The Louie for real, big knots (I got in my)

Balmains, it is the thing (that's up under)

This Louie, it kills, bang

I got a half a pound, it's rolled up in a joint

You can't hate me now, I'm in foreign cars

She used to hate me now, now she wanna fuck

It's only one way from down, bitch I'm going up

I got the dope and it's in my Louie backpack

In a sports car, racing to the racks

Keep on hating on me, you not doing that bad

I'm in this M truck, the plates say fast

I sell, I ship, I bag, I seal

I swag, that Gucci, that Louie, for real

Big knots in my Balmains, it is

The thing under this Louie, it kills

I sell (that dope)

I bag, I seal, I swag (that Gucci)

The Louie, for real, big knots (I got in my)

Balmains, it is the thing (that's up under)

This Louie, it kills, bang

Told Y'all lyrics - Chief Keef

I'm in a new whip, you ain't seen it (Nah)

Finna hit the Sprite with the remix (Lean)

All this fuckin' Fendi, I'm the cleanest (Huh?)

I'm so wavy, make a bitch seasick (Let's get it)

I can only pipe a bitch if she thick (Yeah)

Pistol beat like Bankroll & D. Rich (Bitch)

Two grand on these LV kicks (Louis, Louis, Louis)

Couple hundred horsepower, eat this

Okay, you niggas wanna sneak diss (Huh?)

Chasin' after money leave me sleepless (Ftftftft)

Type of nigga fall off for a weak bitch (Beep, beep, beep)

I took her to the crib, let her eat this

Billie Jean, told a bitch to beat it (Yeah)

Up, how she let a nigga beat it (Bang)

Would've told her she'll make a good parent (Yeah)

Until she swallowed my semen (Catch up)

I told y'all I was gon' ball (Swish)

I told y'all I was gon' shit, no stall (Swish)

I told your girl, I was gon' call (Huh?)

Didn't hit her number back 'cause it ain't happen at all (Nah)

I told y'all I was gonna rock designer (Yeah)

I told y'all I was gonna get them bands (Ftftftft)

And if you wanna get super fuckin' rich (Beep, beep, beep)

Then only thing you need to stop fuckin' with is friends

I told y'all I was gonna eat good (Yeah)

I told y'all I was gonna make it out the hood (Let's get it)

I told y'all I'ma count big racks (Huh)

Opp in my lane and I'm grabbin' the wood (Bang, bang, bang)

Told y'all that I got the MAC, Steve Jobs (Yeah)

All this motherfuckin' horsepower, yee-haw! (Skrrt, skrrt)

Bitch, I got bigger guns than T.I. (Bang, bang)

He told y'all that I don't, then he lied (Bang, bang, bang)

I just hit this blunt so motherfuckin' hard (Dope)

Your bitch just jumped in my motherfuckin' car (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

I'm authentic, you's a motherfuckin' fraud (True, true, true, true)

And my clip is a motherfuckin' large (Let's get it)

If I take the pedal in this foreign (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Oh can't you tell 'em, I'm ignorant (Huh? Huh? Huh?)

Used to be slidin' down St. Lawrence (Yeah)

If we catch you lackin' then we scorin' (Bang, bang, bang)

Pull up in that all-white like a Nazi (Skrrt)

Lookin' out for police and paparazzi (Yeah)

This bitch hotter than a Taki (Huh)

Told her give me that asap, Rocky (Bitch)

Pull up in that all-white like a Nazi (Bitch)

Lookin' out for police and paparazzi (Bitch)

This bitch hotter than a Taki (Yeah)

Told her give me that asap, Rocky (Let's get it)

I told y'all I was gon' ball (Swish)

I told y'all I was gon' shit, no stall (Swish)

I told your girl, I was gon' call (Huh?)

Didn't hit her number back 'cause it ain't happen at all (Nah)

I told y'all I was gonna rock designer (Yeah)

I told y'all I was gonna get them bands (Ftftftft)

And if you wanna get super fuckin' rich (Beep, beep, beep)

Then only thing you need to stop fuckin' with is friends

I told y'all I was gonna eat good (Yeah)

I told y'all I was gonna make it out the hood (Let's get it)

I told y'all I'ma count big racks (Huh)

Opp in my lane and I'm grabbin' the wood (Bang, bang, bang)

Told y'all that I got the MAC, Steve Jobs (Yeah)

All this motherfuckin' horsepower, yee-haw! (Skrrt, skrrt)

Bitch, I got bigger guns than T.I. (Bang, bang)

He told y'all that I don't, then he lied (Bang, bang, bang)

Let Me See lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

[Tadoe:]

Let me see if I can find some change up in my pocket

Work all out so I gotta restock it

Pussy ain't good but I act like I like it

Let me see if I can find a fuck to give, slightly

Fire comin' out the pipe, lookin' like some lightnin'

In that foreign four door with a couple vikings

Let me see if I can roll this blunt while I'm drivin'

Let me see if I can drop the top while I'm ridin'

[Chief Keef:]

Let me see if Louis got these flops in my size

Let me see if these niggas gon' jock my attire

Let me see if Gucci got this top in my size

The only thing I got is my Glock and my pride

Wet his block up and let me see is he gon' slide

Light the car up and let me see is he gon' ride

We can have a threesome, let me see if she don't mind

We can have a meeting but let's see if Keef on time

I don't need no shooter, I'ma shoot for me and mine

Ain't shit changed, bitch, I'm shootin' every time

Let me see if I feel like sellin' you a line

Let me see if these gangstas is really droppin' dimes (let's get it)

Make that money, bitch (let me see)

What you workin' with? (let me see)

What you twerkin' with? (let me see)

Fuck who you in here with (let me see)

We in this Maybach, bitch (let me see)

Pull them curtains, bitch (let me see)

These real fuckin' diamonds (let me see)

And you know that bitch (let me see)

Make that money, bitch (let me see)

What you workin' with? (let me see)

What you twerkin' with? (let me see)

Fuck who you in here with (let me see)

We in this Maybach, bitch (let me see)

Pull them curtains, bitch (let me see)

These real fuckin' diamonds (let me see)

And you know that bitch (let me see)

Ridin' up in that snowgo, let me see if this store closed

Throwin' bands in this, go go, Louis Vuitton polo

Ridin' up in this pogo, switch gears like gogo

I just smoked like 3 ounces, finna roll up 4 more

Shoppin' out in NoHo, bad bitch named Coco

Smokin' Def yeah nigga So So, livin' fabulous, nigga Loso

Goin' 200 from the popos, 200 smokin' on dope smokes

Hit a pothole on a Low Pros, sneak diss, you so bold

Just iced out a new logo, ain't givin' no free promo

These fuckin' rappers is homos, been off the porch for so long

They ain't ridin' with me then so long, stick in the Glock and it's so long

Pipes on the car, they so long, like (skrt, skrt) bitch, hold on

(Let's get it)

Make that money, bitch (let me see)

What you workin' with? (let me see)

What you twerkin' with? (let me see)

Fuck who you in here with (let me see)

We in this Maybach, bitch (let me see)

Pull them curtains, bitch (let me see)

These real fuckin' diamonds (let me see)

And you know that bitch (let me see)

Make that money, bitch (let me see)

What you workin' with? (let me see)

What you twerkin' with? (let me see)

Fuck who you in here with (let me see)

We in this Maybach, bitch (let me see)

Pull them curtains, bitch (let me see)

These real fuckin' diamonds (let me see)

And you know that bitch (let me see)

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