Some lyrics - Chief Keef

Everything in the dark comes to light (Huh?)

Pull up in my car, hop out feeling right (Skrrt, skrrt, yeah)

Niggas ain't right, let me live my life (Live my life, hell nah)

'Fore I pull this pistol out and end your life (Bang, bang, bang)

She said she wanna have fun, but I wanna have funds (Funds, ftftft, beep)

If it's about that money, you know I wanna have some (Yeah)

Just seen the judge, still ride with guns (Skrrt)

Just got some money still gotta get some (Ftftft, beep, ftftft, beep)

Just seen the plug so I'm ridin' with pounds (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

If it's about that money, you know I'm down to get down (Yeah, ayy, ayy)

Just seen mama, hit her with 10 thousand (My mother)

I tote her this money, go on, go ride around (Just for ya)

Zero to one-thousand, I'ma make it count (Make it count)

If I gotta go public houses and break it down (Break it down)

Youngins see ya with that money, they gon' take you down (Take you down, where it's at?)

Come out with them pistols up and lay you down (Lay you down)

Pull up on your block and knock it down (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, bang, bang)

Where your coke, boy? You know my chopper down (Duhduhduh, bang, bang)

I just hit these streets and lock it down (Yeah, gang, gang)

Can't no locksmith unlock it now (Hell nah)

Block party, pull up, pop it down (Bang)

These niggas already know how I get down (Yeah, ayy, ayy)

Everything in the dark comes to light (Light)

Pull up in my car, hop out feeling right (Skur, skur, skur, skur, skur, skur)

Niggas ain't right, let me live my life (Live my life)

'Fore I pull this pistol out and end your life (Bang, bang, bang)

She said she wanna have fun, but I wanna have funds (Funds, beep, beep)

If it's about that money, you know I wanna have some (Some, beep, beep)

Just seen the judge, still ride with guns (Bang, skrrt, skrrt)

Just got some money still gotta get some (Skrrt, beep, beep)

Niggas already know how we come (Bang, bang, skrrt)

Them bullets go rerun (Bang, bang, bang, bang)

And then we run (Yeah) right to our car, and we gone (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Let's play ping pong (Bang, bang)

With these ninas (Bang, bang)

I got thirty in my nina (Gang, bang, bang, gang)

Ding ding, ring the alarm (Ayy)

And it's full of eaters (Yeah), best bitch delete ya (Yeah)

Niggas want a feature (Huh?), I need 15, bud (Yeah)

You got it then here we come (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Blink ya eyes, bitch, we speeding (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

I ain't speaking (No), bitch, I'm money bleeding (Yeah, ftftftft, beep)

Check out my veins (Veins), it got money in them (Ftftft, beep, beep, beep)

Check out my brain (Brain), it got nothing in it (Nah)

I smoke too many loud blunts (Dope), I think I'm gon' end it (Yeah)

Everything in the dark comes to light

Pull up in my car, hop out feeling right

Niggas ain't right, let me live my life

'Fore I pull this pistol out and end your life

She said she wanna have fun, but I wanna have funds

If it's about that money, you know I wanna have some

Just seen the judge, still ride with guns

Just got some money, still gotta get some

Sued lyrics - Chief Keef

Hi, Miss Codeine, (I just want you to know)

All I want is you

I know you want me

Sosa baby, GBE baby

(Sosa on the beat)

Bang Bang

I smoke tookah, he smoke oh no

Hi, Miss Codeine, I just want you to know

That all I want is you, if you only knew

I don't care about your ex baby, he not on channel 2

He's not on the news, I don't know the dude

I know you want me and I want you too

What are you hungry for? I'm out gettin' food

You tryna sell me some red, you can get sued

Me and purple got a contract together

We make goals like we raised a runnin' back together

No you can't get none of drink, you pro'ly got Ebola

All this gank I pour, I think I'm a professional skin toner, bang

Why would I lie to you baby?

I only sip you, I sip red? Girl, you're crazy

Tell my assistant, go get ice, boy you lazy

Your man sippin' yellow, if I sip green, you can tase me

I ain't with the red, how much you wanna bet me?

I don't sip qualitest, knock me out if you catch me

I don't sip no label stretch me out if you catch me

You tryna see me hit, broadcast you on this here .50

I smoke tookah, he smoke oh no

Hi, Miss Codeine, I just want you to know

That all I want is you, if you only knew

I don't care about your ex baby, he not on channel 2

He's not on the news, I don't know the dude

I know you want me and I want you too

What are you hungry for? I'm out gettin' food

You tryna sell me some red, you can get sued

If you ever see me sippin' Actavis, I paid five

Comma zero zero zero, pour that shit on FaceTime

I ain't pourin' up on farmer

Ridin' in the baked ride

Gettin' baked, let the windows down and, K time

773-202-5862

We go up in the club you sippin' red, then I ain't with you

I just want one Styrofoam

Baby, I don't need two

I ain't gotta lie if I miss out on, ay, I ease, fool

This ain't plug talk, bitch this drug talk

This ain't no limp, this a drug walk

If it ain't a flat then I won't do a pill

If the plot ain't low-key, I won't do the drill

Bang, bang

I smoke tookah, he smoke oh no

Hi, Miss Codeine, I just want you to know

That all I want is you, if you only knew

I don't care about your ex baby, he not on channel 2

He's not on the news, I don't know the dude

I know you want me and I want you too

What are you hungry for? I'm out gettin' food

You tryna sell me some red, you can get sued

Pay Day lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe & Terintino)

[Chief Keef & Tadoe:]

Almighty Glo nigga

Gang gang

You know how we bummin', man

You know how we rockin' and rollin', man

You know how we bleed man

[Tadoe (Chief Keef):]

Pour the lean, I go to sleep

Poppin out, they notice me

In a spot that's all OG

Trap doin' ten bowls a week

(Fourty Gs a day, that's me, you get ten shows a week)

(I slide through, ten Glocks)

(I pour up pints and smoking Ps)

Out the 448 ridin' straight A

I go more nuts than a pay day

(But I go more nuts than a nutty bar)

(I pop out, and make it rain like it's pay day)

[Chief Keef:]

We got the pounds, you wanna move some?

We got the rounds, you wanna shoot some?

Who wants some, who wants some?

Who want some, who want some?

We got the racks, you wanna hold some?

We got the pack, you wanna blow some?

Who wants some, who wants some?

Who want some, who gon' do some?

[Terintino (Chief Keef) {Tadoe}:]

Gambino aka Meatroll

Mr. check the peephole with like three poles

(It's Chief Lo aka the janitor)

(Mr. Ring your bell then replenish ya)

{When I pour up, it's no plastic}

{Straight drop, yeah it's all [?]}

{Inside my car, look like all [?]}

{Off a pill and I might crash it}

On my way to hit your block, but I might pass it

Spin back, turn your pack Jurrasic

(And we we spin back, niggas turn elastic)

(Pop out, buck buck, see who run the fastest)

[Chief Keef:]

Goddamn shells sticky, have some pounds

No introductions man, they know who I am

In LA ridin' around with my lambs

300 bitch, you know we got 300 shells

Pop pop, reload, then cock

You done started something

Watch where you don't watch

You ain't gon' fry nothing'

I can tell by how you hold a pot

You don't sell dope

I can tell by how you move the rocks

Make love to the cash, I'm so romantic

Diamonds in my watch, looking Titanic

House looking gigantic

You best come tryna start shit at my mansion

I ain't got security, I got a hundred poles

Like I got a hundred hands, you running like a runny nose

I got a hundreds bands on me and a hundred shots

You think DJ makes a lot with [?]

I don't want that cup, that shit watered down

I don't want that Sprite, that shit flat as hell

Tell that pussy hit my phone, he want a pack to sell

I tell his ass "come get it", then I crack his shells

I'm smoking on the Tooka, you was smoking Fookah

You wanna disturb my peace, you are no Luda

Did I hear about ya, you are no rumor

You ain't sending shots, you are no scoomer

You ain't ballin' nigga, you're no shooter

You can't maneuver me, you are no move

You can't teach me shit, you're no tutor

The belly of the beast erupt, you're no [?]

Face lyrics - Chief Keef

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Ay, nigga, bang nigga, gang nigga

Bang, bang, bang

I went and grabbed the K

Just to spray it, told a nigga Andale

I went and got the cake

Just throw it in this bitch face

I went and got the racks

Just to go put 'em in a bank

I went and got the racks

Put 'em in my pocket, not the safe, nigga

I pull up, come from skate, nigga

Up these Glocks, start skating, nigga

Put yo little body up in a lake, nigga

Shoot everybody up in the way, nigga

FN by me for these fake niggas

I blow a nigga ass down today, nigga

It's a homi' on the way, nigga

Pistols get to bussing at your face, nigga

Woop woop, woop, there go the cops (There go the motherfucking cops)

Bloop bloop, bloop bloop, there go the Glock (There go my motherfucking Glock)

Soowoo soowoo, there go the bloods

There go the cuz, there go the crips

But I got my pistol up on my hip, gang

My niggas' gang (Kuku, kuku)

There go the gang, there go my gang

Pistols go bloop-bloop, bloop-bloop

Bang bang, there go them thangs

You in your crew

Hitting the range, hitting the range

You niggas fufu, you niggas fufu

Niggas is lames, you niggas is lames

Rolling in the two-two, in that two-two

That's a coupe, that's a coupe

Rolling with the zoo-zoo and with the zoo-zoo

And that's the crew, and that's the crew

All I do is loot loot, all I do is loot loot

That what I do, that what I do

I smoke TuTu and I smoke Tooka too

What do you do? What do you do?

I'm rolling in the coupe-coupe, in the coupe-coupe

Me and the Louie, me and the Louie

I'm rolling with your boo-boo, your boo-boo

And she kneeing me too

All that fish shit, I boop boop

She won't be seeing me too (Hell nah)

And the silencer go sooh sooh, sooh sooh, sooh sooh

She won't be hearing it too

I went and grabbed the K

Just to spray it, told a nigga Andale (Bang, bang, bang)

I went and got the cake

Just throw it in this bitch face

I went and got the racks

Just to go put 'em in a bank

I went and got the racks

Put 'em in my pocket, not the safe, nigga

I pull up, come from skate, nigga

Up these Glocks, start skating, nigga

Put yo little body up in a lake, nigga

Shoot everybody up in the way, nigga

FN by me for these fake niggas

I blow a nigga ass down today, nigga

It's a homie on the way, nigga

Pistols get to bussing at your face, nigga

Cops grab me

They want some answers, I want some ganja

I ain't telling, where my lawyer? Where my mama?

I ain't bailing, nigga ain't no motherfucking snitch

Nigga ain't no motherfucking bitch

Catch your ass after work, get hit with this clip, bitch

Swear these cops ain't shit without they badge, they some bitches

And I swear I ain't shit without that motherfucking cash, I know, I admit it

I swear I get that motherfucking cash, I blow (I spend it)

And I roll right pass yo motherfucking ass, I know (I get it)

You ain't talking 'bout motherfucking cheddar, got Beretta, hit you in your leather (Bang, bang)

The bitch gave me sloppy toppy, I told her get some Listerine and then get it better

Popping on a lip

Baby your heart saying skip

From O-6-4, it's no fifth

Remember posted up on the dip

I went and grabbed the K

Just to spray it, told a nigga Andale (Bang, bang, bang)

I went and got the cake

Just throw it in this bitch face

I went and got the racks

Just to go put 'em in a bank

I went and got the racks

Put 'em in my pocket, not the safe, nigga

I pull up, come from skate, nigga

Up these Glocks, start skating, nigga

Put yo little body up in a lake, nigga

Shoot everybody up in the way, nigga

FN by me for these fake niggas

I blow a nigga ass down today, nigga

It's a homie on the way, nigga

Pistols get to bussing at your face, nigga

She Like lyrics - Chief Keef

Smoking on this...

She like, she like (Say she like my... coat)

She like, she like (Smoking on this dope)

She like, she like (She say she like my coat)

She like (Polar bear, smoking on this dope)

She like (She came up over here, say she like my coat, oh, oh, oh)

I was icy as a polar bear (She like my jewels, she like my, oh)

I was icy as a polar bear (Polar bear)

I was icy as a polar bear, smokin' on this dope (This dope)

Shawty came up over here, she say she like my coat

She like my swag (She like my swag)

She like my shoes, she like my bag (She like my bag, ay)

She like (ay)

Driving real fast, she like (She like, ay)

She like (She like)

Ride me like a bike (Ride me like a bike)

She like, she like

'Cause my watch so fuckin' icy (Fuckin' icy, bling)

And I pulled up flexin' (Skudda skuh, skudda skuh)

I don't fuck with nobody (Nobody)

Nah bitch, 'cause I don't trust nobody (No-bo-dy)

In that motherfucker, big body (Skudda skuh)

200 thousand dollar car, bitch, not a Bugatti (Uh, uh, uh)

I do this shit for my mommy (My mommy)

So we always be strapped in the party (Strapped in the party, duhduhduh)

I was icy as a polar bear, smokin' on this dope

Shawty came up over here, she say she like my coat

She like my swag

She like my shoes, she like my bag (ay)

She like (ay)

Driving real fast, she like (She like, ay)

She like (She like)

Ride me like a bike (Ride me like a bike)

She like, she like

She ride me like a Ducati 'cause I'm in a new body ('Cause I'm in a new body)

Bitch, I'ma somebody, bitch, you is a whobody (Bitch, you is a who body, who the fuck is you?)

Lil' shorty got a deuce-deuce on him and it got two bodies (And it got two bodies)

I'm in a mansion, bitch, so I can't have no roof party (Can't have no roof party)

Got a million dollar meeting and it's at 2:30 (2:30)

I just get clean money and do these niggas too dirty (Too dirty, beep, skrrt)

Used to get that fiend money, swear that shit was too dirty (Swear that shit was too dirty)

Pistol got the fuckin' beam in it, please don't make get 'em dirty (Don't make get 'em dirty, duhduhduh, skuskusku)

I was icy as a polar bear, smokin' on this dope (This dope)

Shawty came up over here, she say she like my coat

She like my swag (She like my swag)

She like my shoes, she like my bag (She like my bag, ay)

She like (ay)

Driving real fast, she like (She like, ay)

She like (She like)

Ride me like a bike (Ride me like a bike)

She like, she like

That Is Not lyrics - Chief Keef

Let's get it

Catch up

Catch up

Huh

Sosa baby

GBE baby

I just bought a whole store man I want some more

This drink I'm sippin' muddy

That is a not a four

Girl that is my house

That is not a store

Girl them are balconies

That is not a Porch

Baby that's a Koenigsegg

That is not a Porsche

Girl that's for my me

That is not your choice

Girl that's my AR

That is not no toy

Girl I am a man I am not no boy

This house is a small

It is not a large

These niggas is frauds

Tuck your credit cards

Baby that is horse hair

That is not your real hair

If that is your real hair

Hit me with a steel chair

I'm landing so fucking hard

Put me in a wheel chair

I can't feel these niggas 'cause

Only thing I feel is air

Baby those are Louis

Those right there are Fendis

I got so much money

That right there is plenty

Baby that's a speedboat

That is not a jet ski

Baby that's a full bag

That shit is not empty

I just bought a whole store man I want some more

This drink I'm sippin' muddy

That is a not a four

Girl that is my house

That is not a store

Girl them are balconies

That is not a Porch

Baby that's a Koenigsegg

That is not a Porsche

Girl that's for my me

That is not your choice

Girl that's my AR

That is not no toy

Girl I am a man I am not no boy

This house is a small

It is not a large

These niggas is frauds

Tuck your credit cards

Baby that is horse hair

That is not your real hair

If that is your real hair

Hit me with a steel chair

I'm landing so fucking hard

Put me in a wheel chair

I can't feel these niggas 'cause

Only thing I feel is air

Baby those are Louis

Those right there are Fendis

I got so much money

That right there is plenty

Baby that's a speedboat

That is not a jet ski

Baby that's a full bag

That shit is not empty

I just bought a whole store man I want some more

This drink I'm sippin' muddy

That is a not a four

Girl that is my house

That is not a store

Girl them are balconies

That is not a Porch

Baby that's a Koenigsegg

That is not a Porsche

Girl that's for my me

That is not your choice

Girl that's my AR

That is not no toy

Girl I am a man I am not no boy

The GloFiles, Pt. 1 (2018)

• Dolo
• Stars
• Outerspace Glo
• Dipset
• Carolina
• Long
• Binoculars
• Hell Yeah
• Respect
• Yeah
• Police
• Me
• We Want War 

Dolo lyrics - Chief Keef

This is a Dolan Beats productions

Dolo (Dolan)

I'm rolling dolo (Dolan)

I'm rolling, ayy (Glo Gang)

I'm rolling, ayy

I'm rolling dolo, I'm rolling dolo

She call my phone, I decline that hoe

I'm rolling solo

Girl, I'm rolling dolo

I can't trust a soul, I'm rolling dolo

I'm rolling solo, I'm rolling solo

Baby girl, I'm rolling dolo

I'm rolling dolo, I'm rolling solo

My car full of smoke, and my eyes is low

I can't see the haters

Only thing I can see is paper

I'm smoking on dope, I'm fucking your hoe

She come to my house, then she go back home

I'm sitting on a throne, leave me alone

I did this shit alone, me on my own

I got my chrome, cause outside is home

I'm rolling dolo, I'm rolling dolo

She call my phone, I decline that hoe

I'm rolling solo

Girl, I'm rolling dolo

I can't trust a soul, I'm rolling dolo

I'm rolling solo, I'm rolling solo

Baby girl, I'm rolling dolo

I'm rolling dolo, I'm rolling dolo

She call my phone, I decline that hoe

I'm rolling solo

Girl, I'm rolling dolo

I can't trust a soul, I'm rolling dolo

I'm rolling solo, I'm rolling solo

Baby girl, I'm rolling dolo

Stars lyrics - Chief Keef

Stars shine bright like us

Go in the mall and buy shit on site like us

Bite us

Warrup

Stars shine bright like us

Got these bitches falling out on site like us

Niggas from the dark they can't get light like us

And my nina wish a nigga try to bite us

Outerspace Glo lyrics - Chief Keef

Bang, bang, bang

Ay, ay, ay, ay

My diamonds are floating

Look like slow motion

Boy you a strudel, pull up and toast you

Hit you in yo noodle, don't think I am boasting

You must not be eating if you think I am hungry

Slide down to Curry, got Pirelli on the tires

Try to slide down our block then you really gonna die

How I'm flexing on these niggas, yeah they really wanna cry

How I'm flexing on these niggas, yeah they really wanna die

Make me hit yo monkey ass with a arrow in the eye

Tryna run off on the plug, nigga fuck you think you Plies?

He got hit three times, I'm like aye homie, you ight?

Fuck I'm thinking, man I'm high as fuck, that boy can't reply

I took my AK, Lil Jon to the movie night

I call up Jon 'cause his ass be crunk like the movie Rize

I'm so glo'd, I'm so fucking glo'd I need a movie, right?

I call Quentin Terintino like aye name my movie "Life"

This that outer space glo, I wear outer space clothes

Tell me who really in, who yo ho go out her way for

This that Saturn dope, I get Saturn hoes

When you get some money you should fuck some badder hoes

I'm sitting on Mars, smoking with Pluto

Yo ho call my phone, she like "ay, Papi Chulo"

I don't really want none 'cause she probably call me fu though

Let my four door catch you, he gon' knockout yo two-door

I'm like burr, burr, burr, burr, burr, free Wop

I'm like fuh, fuh, fuh, fuh, fuh, free shots

I'm like huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, free guap

I'm like skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, free top

Give me a .50 Cal and I am gon' go ham

You gotta high point, what you think that shit ain't Gucci

Man, you's a dead boy, I bring with me the morgue

Naw, I ain't tryna race but I bring with me the tour

How I mix the drank up, I coulda been a scientist

If my momma ain't raise me, coulda been a lying bitch

Boy you not a scientist, boy yo ass science fiction

Shoulda sneak dissed yourself, why you out here buying bitches

In the mall with that chicken, I'm Balmaining in my religion

And my Balmains real, thousands on 'em, thousands in 'em

They be like Chief So he steady pounding on 'em, God forgive him

He got the devil hanging with him, that's why God not rocking with him

I treat my ten band four-wheeler like a Kawasaki

Take a step in my backyard, it's feeling like I'm in Hawaii

I'm smoking on this Tooka, that shit have me right

It got me looking Asian, shrimp fried rice

Dipset lyrics - Chief Keef

Dipset

Dipset

Dipset, dipset

Dipset, dipset

Told that bitch get her lips wet

Ay, bitch

Get your lips wet, bitch, Dipset

We gon' aim this fucking clip at you (Bang)

We gon' blow this fucking clip (Bang, bang)

At your shoulders and your hip (Doo, doo)

Dipset, Dipset

Bitch, Dipset

Goin' crazy, Dipset

Killa season, Dipset

Put them Killa Cams on them, I'm flexing real hard

Put them bandanas on them, guess I think I'm Juelz

Where my jewels? Bitch they shining, look at all these diamonds

Bitch, I got it all from grinding

Shaun White, snowboard

Oh boy

I'ma old boy

Matter of fact, bitch I'ma Glo boy

You ain't making no noise

Pull on your block, gratata, this a set up store boy

Get your lips wet, bitch, Dipset

We gon' aim this fucking clip at you (Bang)

We gon' blow this fucking clip (Bang, bang)

At your shoulders and your hip (Doo, doo)

Dipset, Dipset

Bitch, Dipset

Goin' crazy, Dipset

Killa season, Dipset

I'm at it again, got a necklace again

Got weapons again, and we blast them again

He did it again, oh shit he ducked them again

He shitted again, pulled up in Beamers and Bentleys

Oh yes, wait a minute Mr. Postman

I got some guns, go and send them to Glo and nem

'Cause I can't trust foe nem

They think I'm flexing, I'ma have to show them

I need a McLaren sitting on 4s

I need Velanos and Lambos

Niggas sneak dissing on the Glo

I tell my nina "get them girl" like Cam do

Carolina lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Pollari)

Ay, ay

Gang!

Gang in this bitch, nigga

Ay

Skuddu skuu, nigga!

Ain't no Ralph though

[Chief Keef:]

I pull up smokin' stinky marijuana

All the hoes jocking, niggas lookin' dumb

Pulled up parkin' lot, pimpin' like I play with Jordan

Choppas wavin' in the air like I'm from North Carolina

Chief Sosa be smokin' ganja, ay

Chief Sosa can fuck your mama, ay

Chief Sosa ride Rangers and ride Hummers

Chief Sosa bought a beemer for the summer

Bought twenty Monclers for the winter, ay

Two hundred choppas for all of my enemies

He think it's sweet, it's chips, this choppa finna lay

That nigga try to run, this choppa finna spray

Sig on me cause that's how I feel today

I got money, don't care 'bout a damn old case

Got lead and pen on me, blood I'm finna paint

I found some money, took it on a dinner date

Ay, wait, skate

Pull up in that thing

In the truck, Lil Wayne

Hop out, smoke a stain

In my pocket bang

In my Johnny Dang

It's a lot of bling, aye bling

I pull up smokin' stinky marijuana

All the hoes jocking, niggas lookin' dumb

Pulled up parkin' lot, pimpin' like I play with Jordan

Choppas wavin' in the air like I'm from North Carolina

Chief Sosa be smokin' ganja, ay

Chief Sosa can fuck your mama, ay

Chief Sosa ride Rangers and ride Hummers

Chief Sosa bought a beemer for the summer

[Pollàri:]

Lil Llari put a drop on my guapa, ay, whoa

Can't fuck with these niggas, they imposters, ay, whoa

Don't fuck with no oppers, no coppers, ay, whoa

LeBron James, just hit 'em with the chopper like whoa

I get the cash, that's for days, yeah

Issey Miyake my ways, yeah

You's a lil' bitch, out my face, yeah

Put that lil' bitch in her place, yeah

Bitch, I'm your, bitch, I'm your father, yeah

Fuck on your sister, your daughter, yeah

Your bitch comin' over, don't call her, yeah

She give me brain like a scholar, yeah

Run it up, run it up, run it up, yeah

Hot like a hundred degrees, yeah

Fendi, Riccardo my sleeve, yeah

I hit the bitch and I leave, yeah

Flippin' that work on the stove, ooh

I got my wrist out the boat, ooh

Still got to play with these hoes, ooh

Maison Margiela my toe

[Chief Keef:]

I pull up smokin' stinky marijuana

All the hoes jocking, niggas lookin' dumb

Pulled up parkin' lot, pimpin' like I play with Jordan

Choppas wavin' in the air like I'm from North Carolina

Chief Sosa be smokin' ganja, ay

Chief Sosa can fuck your mama, ay

Chief Sosa ride Rangers and ride Hummers

Chief Sosa bought a beemer for the summer

Long lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

[Chief Keef:]

Everything long here

Crib long, cars long, guns long, some guns short

Everything long though, know how we rocking

Glo Gang, we the shit for a long time

Bang, bang

[Tadoe:]

I got long money, long hair

I got long money, long hair

You don't want war, don't go there

Choppa blowing shit down, cold air

Long hair, long racks

Long clip, it's strong gat

Long blunts, it's strong pack

Everything long now

[Chief Keef:]

Tadoe got long money with him, what the fuck I got?

A nigga run up in my face, I'm like, "Back up off my gat"

I bought all the Swisher Sweets for all the strong pack

I bought all these fucking things for all the wrong guys

I heard niggas plotting on me, I'll let my gun handle it

'Cause I'm a rich nigga now, and bitch, my gun savage

I'm an AMG nigga, ay, bitch, my car savage

All these niggas steady talking 'bout they savage

Glock 40, the clip be long, it's long

'Fore we shoot you in your dome, go home

They like, "Sosa, you get money too long," you wrong

Just hit my phone if you needing a loan

[Tadoe:]

I got long money, long hair

I got long money, long hair

You don't want war, don't go there

Choppa blowing shit down, cold air

Long hair, long racks

Long clip, it's strong gat

Long blunts, it's strong pack

Everything long now

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)