Here Ye lyrics - Chief Keef
I be thinkin' that I don't need a bitch
I'm considerin', the millies
Two girls, my overalls, I'm a hillbilly
Loyalty bring royalty, hear ye, hear ye
Yeah, we got drums, ba-dum-bum-bum, hear ye, hear ye
I'm at the loft with my son, hear ye, hear ye
Don't make me go and get my gun, hear ye, hear ye
Told my old lady I'ma give him a run, hear ye, hear ye
Remember runnin' through that alley
Bitch this cat ain't a scaredy
Then I ran to a a taxi
All that subbin', they ain't @'n me
We got hollows for the low nigga
These hoes birds, let 'em go, nigga (ay)
Wanna find me? I'm at steakhouse
And my Styrofoam darker than steak sauce
Three banana clip but we ain't space chimps
Hit a fuck nigga with that AK Camp
You know this doink smell like A-rab
I'm inhalin' that get-down-or-lay-down
I be thinkin' that I don't need a bitch
I'm considerin', the millies
Two girls, my overalls, I'm a hillbilly
Loyalty bring royalty, hear ye, hear ye
Yeah, we got drums, ba-dum-bum-bum, hear ye, hear ye
I'm at the loft with my son, hear ye, hear ye
Don't make me go and get my gun, hear ye, hear ye
Told my old lady I'ma give him a run, hear ye, hear ye
I swear Kay Kay only six (ay)
Already asked for a real whip
She show the muscle, that real strength (Bitch)
So I'm bad with a Glock but I ain't Bam Bam
Bitch, I get high and I get by
Hit it from the back, tell her switch sides
I don't say where, I just say bye
All these dead opps, my shit fried
I should go buy some gold spoons (ay)
And put 'em in the trap for my troops (ay)
Keep this shit a hundred, keep this shit a hooch (ay)
I take hundreds and fifties too (ay, ay)
I'm considerin', the millies
Two girls, my overalls, I'm a hillbilly
Loyalty bring royalty, hear ye, hear ye
Yeah, we got drums, ba-dum-bum-bum, hear ye, hear ye
I'm at the loft with my son, hear ye, hear ye
Don't make me go and get my gun, hear ye, hear ye
Told my old lady I'ma give him a run, hear ye, hear ye
Same lyrics - Chief Keef
Same
Just in case motherfuckers thought I changed - I didn't
I'm still the same young nigga
Ay, know how the fuck we bleed
Glory Boyz, Crashout gang (ay)
If you thought I changed, I didn't, uh
I'm still the same, little nigga, yeah
Run with the same little niggas, yeah
We don't got the same extendeds, no
We handle the same little business, yeah
We chasin' the same little chicken, yeah
Got three of the same cars, yeah
I'm reppin' the same block, yeah
I'm actin' the same, whoa
Don't say I changed, no
These 257s
Give you the same smoke
We not on the same shit
We don't tote the same sticks
Then break the same brick
The gang on the same shit, bang
My bitches thought my number was the same
New Gucci coat, dancin' in the rain
She say she want some, I want the same
She know I be passin' 50s out as change
I'm with same gang 'til the grave
This not the same, not from yesterday
Gotta hire best lawyer if I catch a case
Go to sleep high and go to court the same
If you thought I changed, I didn't, uh
I'm still the same, little nigga, yeah
Run with the same little niggas, yeah
We don't got the same extensions, no
We handle the same little business, yeah
We chasin' the same little chicken, yeah
Got three of the same cars, yeah
I'm reppin' the same block, yeah
I'm actin' the same, whoa
Don't say I changed, no
These 257s
Give you the same smoke
We ain't on the same shit
We don't tote the same sticks
Then break the same brick
The gang on the same shit, bang
My new bitch got a butt-shot (Huh)
She was the same 'til the butt dropped
Woofers in the trap, sound like gun shot
Automatic pump, eat these buckshots
Yeah, that's the same chopper. What now?
Ay, let me cool down. I got my gun hot
You little baby is a lullaby
Say that's my baby... I deny
If you thought I changed, I didn't, uh
I'm still the same, little nigga, yeah
Run with the same little niggas, yeah
We don't got the same extensions, no
We handle the same little business, yeah
We chasin' the same little chicken, yeah
Got three of the same cars, yeah
I'm reppin' the same block, yeah
I'm actin' the same, whoa
Don't say I changed, no
These 257s
Give you the same smoke
We ain't on the same shit
We don't tote the same sticks
Then break the same brick
The gang on the same shit, bang
Chiraq lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Jenn Em)
[Chief Keef:]
Can't even be in my own hometown
They said that I wouldn't make it out (I made it to Beverly)
My aunty miss her baby
My grandma, that's who raised me
My mommy is my queen, that's an understatement
That's probation, move vacation
Let's toast to more life and more paper
She don't love you, then replace her, like, "Peace, see you later"
[Jenn Em:]
Chiraq, Chiraq
Chiraq, Chiraq, I will come back
Don't lie, don't lie
Don't die, don't die, I will come back to you
[Chief Keef:]
They trying boobie-trap you, go around
Ten toes, I'ma stand my ground
If I lean baby hold it down
Used to steal my granny car to ride around (Ride around. Ride around)
Everybody be like, "When you coming home?"
Tryna get my life straight, I need a comb, ay
I've been busy out here on my own, ay
Tryna figure out a way to live on
[Jenn Em:]
We will let you go
Chiraq, Chiraq
Chiraq, Chiraq, I will come back
Don't lie, don't lie
Don't lie, don't die, I will come back to you
[Chief Keef:]
Light gettin' at me like an Oakland Raider
But I'm a player, lady persuader
You a alligator, I'm a tiger
Can't see the vision, hand on the bible
I'm a disciple, so I'm forever ridin', yeah
If you against me, you're my rival, yeah
It's people waitin' on my arrival
If you miss a jet, it's gon' fly right by you
My daughter told me, "Daddy, I admire you," ay
[Jenn Em:]
Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'
Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'
Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'
Love will come back
Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'
Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'
Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'
Love will come back
Love will come back
Love will come back
Love will come back to you
Chiraq, Chiraq (Chiraq, Chiraq)
Chiraq, Chiraq, I will come back
Don't lie, don't lie (Don't die, don't die)
Don't lie, don't die, I will come back to you
When you come home
God will love when you come to life
[Chief Keef:]
She don't love you, then replace her, like, "Peace. See you later."
Stay mad
Soldier lyrics - Chief Keef
ay, bang bang
I need a S-O-L-D-I-E-R
We was goin' hard like Mardi Gras
He thought he was hard, thought he was
I need a soldier
One to keep mouth closed if shit go down
I need a soldier
One to hop in my car, let's ride around
I need a soldier
Freak up in the sheets, outside smoke loud
I need a soldier
When we havin' sex, moan, yeah I'm so loud
I need a soldier
Baby girl, you're wild, girl, chill out (Need a soldier)
I need a soldier
Don't turn up, go sit your dumb ass down (I need a soldier)
I need a soldier
Come outside any day, at night doin' work (I need a soldier)
Can you be my soldier?
No matter what I do you can't go hurt (Will you be my soldier? Soldier)
S-O-L-D-I-E-R
I'm off the trees, bitch, I see stars
L-O-L, he thought he was hard
Tried to take my bitch but she plea her part
She don't like busters, she don't like suckers
She don't like niggas, leave 'em with their mothers
Police come, she ain't sayin' nothin'
I know that I can trust her, don't know if I can love her
O-P-P's come, I ain't sprayin' nothin'
She so quick to bust 'em, she so quick to touch 'em
C-O-P-S come, we won't stay for nothin'
We so quick to dust 'em, we so quick to dub 'em
I need a soldier
One to keep mouth closed if shit go down
I need a soldier
One to hop in my car, let's ride around
I need a soldier
Freak up in the sheets, outside smoke loud
I need a soldier
When we havin' sex, moan, yeah I'm so loud
I need a soldier
Baby girl, you're wild, girl, chill out (Need a soldier)
I need a soldier
Don't turn up, go sit your dumb ass down (I need a soldier)
I need a soldier
Come outside any day, at night doin' work (I need a soldier)
Can you be my soldier?
No matter what I do you can't go hurt (Will you be my soldier? Soldier)
I think I need me a Navy Seal
I need 'bout six mill' for a deal
Need a bitch with a good head and crazy skill
I know I'm brazy, I can show you what brazy is
So just fuck me but sex appeal up in them Hills
I know I'm from Chiraq but now I live in them Hills
You went through my phone, now you mad, little lady, chill
I be high as fuck I don't know who the lady is
Don't turn up, you don't need bill, you need gears
Smokin' on this damn loud, think that I need years
I need a soldier, credited for the kills in the field
I need a soldier, ready for the steel in the deal
I need a soldier
One to keep mouth closed if shit go down
I need a soldier
One to hop in my car, let's ride around
I need a soldier
Freak up in the sheets, outside smoke loud
I need a soldier
When we havin' sex, moan, yeah I'm so loud
I need a soldier
Baby girl, you're wild, girl, chill out (Need a soldier)
I need a soldier
Don't turn up, go sit your dumb ass down (I need a soldier)
I need a soldier
Come outside any day, at night doin' work (I need a soldier)
Can you be my soldier?
No matter what I do you can't go hurt (Will you be my soldier? Soldier)
Shorty (Remix) lyrics - Chief Keef
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
I get my shorties 40s
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
They ain't missin'
They come through scorin', scorin', scorin'
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties
I get my shorties 40s
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
When we pull up, hop out
Now we're blowin', blowin', blowin'
Gambino grab the strap
Flash grab my racks
Ball drive the car
Tadoe grab the thots
Tray Savage grab the Mac
Cap grab the bag
Throwback grab the front
This ain't what you want
They're my shorties
Yeah we love shooting guns
Caught Caper from the front
He came through with a pump
Call up Juice from Savage Squad
He came through with the pump
Caught Fredo out the cut
He came through with the mops
Very scary, goosebumps
I come through with the skunk
Blowin' on the skunks
Skunk reeking on my truck
And I don't give a fuck
I got money now no luck
I ain't never gave no fuck
Was always with the Buck-Buck
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
I get my shorties 40s
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
They ain't missin'
They come through scorin', scorin', scorin'
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties
I get my shorties 40s
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
When we pull up, hop out
Now we're blowin', blowin', blowin'
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
When we pull up, hop out
Now we're blowin', blowin', blowin'
Johny bitch, on my necklace
Come through with that cabbage
We no drama, young and reckless
My niggas always wilding
I swear they off protected
We don't know no detectives
We don't know who shoots the weapons
Don't care 'bout Lexa
All I care about is money
Don't give no fuck 'bout court
Don't give no fuck 'bout Ronnie
I'm so accounted with money
It's more money than tsunami
I'm somewhere eating pastrami
With my shorties we be munching and mobbing
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
I get my shorties 40s
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
They ain't missin'
They come through scorin', scorin', scorin'
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties
I get my shorties 40s
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
When we pull up, hop out
Now we're blowin', blowin', blowin'
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
They're my shorties, they're my shorties
They come through blowin', blowin', blowin'
Clutchin lyrics - Chief Keef
We don't fuck with police
Pockets on obese
Meet my little friend, Tony
We getting on a jet, OT
These doors got the suction
The drank help me function
You know how I'm bummin'
My shooter with me, clutching
Jump up in that NASA like I'm jumpin' in the pool
I'm lactose, all this cheese man, my stomach gon' be through
Told that bitch I don't need a wife and I'd be damned if it is you
She actin' like she don't want no kids, bitch wear it if you fit the shoe
I'm the coolest to your bitch, I was the baddest in the school
Ride that Dually like it's stick
I mean I'm riding that like a coupe
What you gon' do when that check hit?
You'll be balling like a fool
If I fucked your bitch once
She gon' be calling like a fool
We don't fuck with police
Pockets on obese
Meet my little friend, Tony
We getting on a jet, OT
These doors got the suction
The drank help me function
You know how I'm bummin'
My shooter with me, clutching
Who is these niggas, I don't know them
They say they wanna do it, I might coax them
Gotta stay on point, and that's on folks nem
He talking out his neck, we gotta choke him
She wanna gamble with me, I'ma poke her
All over the table, call it poker
All that talking, I am not a spoker
Come fuck with the gang let me show ya
We don't fuck with police
Pockets on obese
Meet my little friend, Tony
We getting on a jet, OT
The doors got the suction
The drank help me function
You know how I'm bummin'
My shooter with me, clutching
Barry Bonds lyrics - Chief Keef
I know that these streets don't love me
I know that these bitches don't love me
I know that these niggas don't love me
Where you were when we were on Front street
Phoney love, these niggas filled with phoney love
Gotta keep doing the shit that shorties love
I ain't got no time, hurry up
Another home run, I'm Barry Bonds
Bitch call me daddy
Bitches older than me call me Daddy
I'm movin' on up, George Jefferson
I ain't Lil Mouse but i got hella bands
Skinny jeans but I used to wear em baggy
You a Scooby Doo you a Shaggy
That shit you be talking irrelevant
Been knocking at the door, 'bout to let 'em in
She steady talking 'bout she celibate
Still gon' fuck me because my necklace bling
And I'm counting check after check
Phone keep going off and I'm lettin' it ring
Nigga you fake can't cover that up
Get your clique and huddle that up
Say she wanna ride told her back that up
Told me slow down, told her shut that up
Take a bitch dreams and wet that up
Bro got a play told him set that up
If you fall down nigga get back up
My ex just said she wanna catch back up
I know that these streets don't love me
I know that these bitches don't love me
I know that these niggas don't love me
Where you were when we were on front street
Phoney love, these niggas filled with phoney love
Gotta keep doing the shit that shorties love
I ain't got no time, hurry up
Another home run, I'm Barry Bonds
The dope got me light
I was hitting a bitch she was light
Always wanted to be like Mike
Now the kids wanna be like me
But you are not my speed
We fuckin' on the B, that's Sunny D
So Chief Keef finish on your feet
'Fore you leave bitch brush your teeth
Walked in the club using my fake
No Betty Crocker, got hella cake
I'm the burger king, having it my way
4-5 with the 38 in my bank
You can't get shit up on my tray
Long as my kids do what I say
You gotta be careful with what you say
Nigga they'll use it in the court the next day
I know that these streets don't love me
I know that these bitches don't love me
I know that these niggas don't love me
Where you were when we were on front street
Phoney love, these niggas filled with phoney love
Gotta keep doing the shit that shorties love
I ain't got no time, hurry up
Another home run, I'm Barry Bonds
Selfish lyrics - Chief Keef
Loud and clear
Counting kills
I might rip
Ice on yeah
We roll deep
In the street
Fucking street
Fucking me
Can you hear me yeah, loud and clear
You see me counting money Foe 'nem counting kills
Don't make me mad, I might rip
Off your fucking face with all this ice on yeah
How we roll? We roll deep
You ain't no fucking ghost, we catch you in the street
Hell nah, he ain't fucking street
I look in the mirror, I see fucking me
I come from the slums (yeah)
Dirt on my thumb (yeah)
Sneak diss the don (yeah)
Get hit with thunder
You ain't even on (yeah)
This dope be stronger than
All of you fuck niggas
And my chopper (yeah)
This bankroll broke the rubber band
All that fucking talking, y'all ain't saying shit
Bitch a fucking don is what I am
This bitch steady telling me that I ain't shit
Do a drive-by in a Ram
You want beef, we make you a sandwich
You know that we with it, nigga yeah
Grab the blick, get at y'all myself 'cause I'm selfish
All this ice on I ain't melting
You might see me in a fucking coupe
What's up in my cup it's juice
And it ain't no fucking deuce
All I know is fucking poo'
We don't know who the fuck to shoot
I just spilled hi tech
All over my running shoes
All I see is green think it's a sign
Tell me the fucking price and I'm buying
Make me let 'em loose they come through firing
And they go and get you every time
I'm 'a stack up that cash
I'm 'a say fuck them strags [?]
On the way to fuck with my jeweler
I ain't had enough of that yet
I'mma say fuck it they mad
Bitches better stay where they're at
Make them suffocate where they're at
'Til they want to play where they're at
This bankroll broke the rubber band
All that fucking talking, y'all ain't saying shit
Bitch a fucking don is what I am
This bitch steady telling me that I ain't shit
Do a drive-by in a Ram
You want beef, we make you a sandwich
You know that we with it, nigga yeah
Grab the blick, get at y'all myself 'cause I'm selfish
Beans & Magazines lyrics - Chief Keef
Go, go, go, go, go, bang (Sos' baby)
Throw you some shells
I got that arm, ay
Unleash the beast
And that be my charm, ay
Hop in my American whip
Hop out the foreign
'Fore you call the police
I'm already gone, ay ay
Pop out the Miss, ay, hop out a bitch
Was broke, but damn man I'm rich, ay, tryna catch me a fish, ay
Lookin' like I hit a lick, so much horse and kick
This bitch like a Ferrari, ay, boy, we ain't fakin' no funk
I was like 8 with a gun, pour ace up but I'm the one
When I take KayKay to the lunch, I tell her to get what she want, ay
We stakin' out on a beef, we comin' out like a leak, we comin' outta the tree
I'm comin' outta the V, turn up the passenger seat, ay
Hand me a light, let's get ready to ride, all this ice I'ma catch frost bite
If you sneak diss, you can catch me outside, if you sneak diss, then you know it's on sight, ay
Girl, we ain't a couple you can't hold my hand and these dirty ass niggas can't hold my bands, ay
Too many blunts, my eyes bloodshot red, steady hearin' voices in my head
Throw you some shells
I got that arm, ay
Unleash the beast
And that be my charm, ay
Hop in my American whip
Hop out the foreign
'Fore you call the police
I'm already gone, ay ay
Young nigga, from the bottom
Oh, got me, like I got me
Wrist rocky, pockets stocky
And we got beans and magazines
Send me in the wilderness
And I'm coming out with Scars
Water well it might be a shark
Baby what caught your eye it might be my ring
And you know this the 50 feet, step in this ring
I'm flexing like I'm stone cold Steve Austin
She wanna ride me like yeehaw
I'm 'bout my bread, pita
Wanna relax with the seat back
Tint so dark you can't see past
Just had a talk with my ego
Got more more shelves than The Home Depot
Throw you some shells
I got that arm, ay
Unleash the beast
And that be my charm, ay
Hop in my American whip
Hop out the foreign
'Fore you call the police
I'm already gone, ay ay
Young nigga, from the bottom
Oh, got me, like I got me
Wrist rocky, pockets stocky
And we got beans and magazines
Viral lyrics - Chief Keef
Make you viral, make you viral
Make you viral, make you viral
Make you viral, make you viral
Hello world, how you?
If you got a price we could buy you, ay
If I was your boss, I'll fire you, ay
You say you wanna travel, I'll fly you, ay
Don't make me and my dogs come and find you, ay
You can call me rich but I ain't Lionel, ay
I told her when the cops come give a signal, ay
CaWop in the cut, he make you viral, bang bang
These hoes be tryna kick it, no Taekwondo, ay
Yellow bitch with me look albino, ay
Nigga go long, we throwin' spirals, uh
Chief Sosa a psychic slash psycho, uh
What's on my mental reveal, no tomorrow, uh
I think I see a light at end of tunnel, uh
I swear these hoes be suckin' me like it's normal, ay
Got flavored lube for your little bitch and it taste like caramel, ay
I'm the king of the jungle, ay
No WWE, but let's get ready to rumble, ay
Fuck a little bitch so good she wanna cuddle, ay
She thought I was that tired, I had to bust a little bitch bubble, ay
But you dancin' to your Uber little bitch like Usher, uh
And if it's "Fuck me" then ya know it's "Fuck ya", uh
Hop on a plane for a bitch, can't blink, I'ma rush ya, uh
The watches I wear ain't never on FakeWatchBusta, uh (Make you viral)
Hello world, how you?
If you got a price we could buy you, ay
If I was your boss, I'll fire you, ay
You say you wanna travel, I'll fly you, ay
Don't make me and my dogs come and find you, ay
You can call me rich but I ain't Lionel, ay
I told her when the cops come give a signal, ay
CaWop in the cut, he make you viral (Make you viral)
Can you hear me? Bitch, we ridin' 'round Philly, totin' them Frisbees, ay
Just bumped into a bad bitch and her name Mackenzie, ay
In a SRT with my watch, it cost a Bentley, ay
The law hate hate the intouchables, yeah
And my pockets ten times look duckable, hmm, yeah
Came in so fuckin' fast like a thunderbolt, hmm, yeah
ay little weak nigga pass me the tuckable, hmm, yeah
And you know you gotta spend them racks and get it back, hmm, yeah
And I hate Chief Sosa, I'ma kill his ass, uh, well
Three point shot with the Glock, Tadoe with the pass, uh, yeah
I feel like Rocko got a Gift Of Gab, uh, yeah
Never handle a little bitch off Instagram like ugh-ugh
I was doin' too much, I had to take a breath like huh-huh
Put a silencer on the rifle, buh-buh
On her toes, if you feel froggy then jump-jump
Hittin' service, you can call me Forrest Gump
First couple mill, I went and bought forty guns, and that's facts
I ain't talkin' drank when I say "I'm givin' bitches the Act", ay
I'm pro'ly somewhere laced in the back of the back, ay
I ain't have no hobby in school, no ball no track, ay
Bitch wanna talk a little bit but I'm callin' her back, ay
Hang up on her then text my phone dead (Make you viral)
Hello world, how you?
If you got a price we could buy you, ay
If I was your boss, I'll fire you, ay
You say you wanna travel, I'll fly you, ay
Don't make me and my dogs come and find you, ay
You can call me rich but I ain't Lionel, ay
I told her when the cops come give a signal, ay
CaWop in the cut, he make you viral (Make you viral)
Hellcat lyrics - Chief Keef
Hellcat, hellcat
Hellcat, hellcat
Hellcat, hellcat
Hellcat, hellcat
Riding in fully loaded Hellcat
You hear me down the block when the Hellcat screech
When I drive she give me that Hellcat-neck
You know we ain't leaving without the Hellcat bag
The hoes be on my (Hellcat)
It's a Benz It's a Bimmer It's a (Hellcat)
I just fuck a thot in my Hellcat
I just raced a demon in my (Hellcat)
Tell the Mobil Car Wash, wash the (Hellcat)
It's a lot of horsepower in that (Hellcat)
She want me to scoop in it (Hellcat)
She like how I be growling it (Hellcat)
Please put that slow-ass car up
Hellcat wake the block up like it's Starbucks
Bitch ask me my name and I say Marcus
Hellcat is too fast I'm tryna park them
Woop-Woop pull me over I smell like weed
Ask why I'm doing 180 'cause I got speed
You can hear Hellcat from a block two or three
It's 3 AM and niggas can't get no peace
The motor in the Hellcat rock the bitch right up to sleeve
She suck me in a Hellcat damn, I missed the exit sheesh
Yeah I know you hear me but [?]
Riding in fully loaded Hellcat
You hear me down the block when the Hellcat screech
When I drive she give me that Hellcat-neck
You know we ain't leaving without the Hellcat bag
The hoes be on my (Hellcat)
It's a Benz It's a Beamer It's a (Hellcat)
I just fuck a thot in my Hellcat
I just raced a demon in my (Hellcat)
Tell the Mobil Car Wash, wash the (Hellcat)
It's a lot of horsepower in that (Hellcat)
She want me to scoop in it (Hellcat)
She like how I be growling it (Hellcat)
I got stripes on my shit
I got tats up on my body
Got your wife on my dick
Bitch done broke her fucking neck shouldn't
Put my ice on her shit
We can hit a fucking truck
And put our lives on that shit
That's me and Hellcat
What is this you smelled pack?
Old heads like keep getting it jack
She gave me front I felt back
Just pulled up the hells back
You know I'm in a heaven cat
Don't pull up in AMG
Get your shit smoked smoke like a cigarette
Ball' right there flexing blues
Here I'm flexing blues and a two-two
Tadoe in that Cat pouring juice too
He dubbed the ends, I got Hellcat vacuum tubes
Riding in fully loaded Hellcat
You hear me down the block when the Hellcat screech
When I drive she give me that Hellcat-neck
You know we ain't leaving without the Hellcat bag
The hoes be on my (Hellcat)
It's a Benz It's a Bimmer It's a (Hellcat)
I just fuck a thot in my Hellcat
I just raced a demon in my (Hellcat)
Tell the Mobil Car Wash, wash the (Hellcat)
It's a lot of horsepower in that (Hellcat)
She want me to scoop in it (Hellcat)
She like how I be growling it (Hellcat)
For Right Now lyrics - Chief Keef
Sosa baby, GBE baby
I just wanna fuck for right now
I can't show you love, not right now
I'ma flame this bud up right now
Push come to shove, not right now
I ain't tryna talk for right now
I'm just tryna ball for right now
Stay away from the law for right now
You just got to kill them with kindness
For right now I can use me some breakfast
Came a long way from 8 section
Got a lot of bottles in the section
And a lot of diamonds in the necklace
Throwing cash up like "bitch catch this"
Bitches so sweet, I can use a dentist
Kick the cash door down off the hinges
For right now I can use me a pendant
For right now girl I'm M.I.A. air in MIA
I am not a superhero, I can not save
That shit that he flamed up, it smell like sage
She let me smash-hit her with that one two three, Johnny Cage
Bang bang
I just wanna fuck for right now
I can't show you love, not right now
I'ma flame this bud up right now
Push come to shove, not right now
I ain't tryna talk for right now
I'm just tryna ball for right now
Stay away from the law for right now
You just got to kill them with kindness
Keep That lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Ballout)
[Chief Keef:]
K.E. on the Track
Beat Mechanics
Catch up
GBE baby
Bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang
Bang, bang
What you gon' see is what you gon' get, and (Yeah)
I'm on the way to pick up my bitch, and (Skrrt)
My side bitch said she wants a kid, damn (Bitch)
I'll have to flunk her, she failed the exam (Sosa baby)
She like when I hit it back (GBE baby)
She got some kick back (Mm-hm)
She seen me in Maybach (Mm-hm)
She starts to get wet (Uh-huh)
I said "I will be back" (Bang bang)
She do not see that (Bang bang)
She wants relationships (Bang)
That bitch can keep that (Bang bang, bang)
Just give me some of that na na (Yah)
You can't meet my mama (Nah)
Death for dishonor (Mm-hm)
Back in the water, piraña (Mm-hm)
I'ma need a camera (Mm-hm)
I am the inventor (Mm-hm)
Bow down, I'm Simba (Sosa baby)
Car faster than a panther (GBE baby)
Bitch look like Amber (Mm-hm)
Ridin' 'round with them members (Skrrt)
I don't even wanna fuck her (Huh?)
How am I gon' tell her? (Huh?)
Ridin' 'round with this green (Ftftftftft)
Bitch with me, she yellow (Beep)
Give me top at the stoplight (Beep)
That's a red light special, baby (Beep, beep, beep)
What you gon' see is what you gon' get, and (Yeah)
I'm on the way to pick up my bitch, and (Skrrt)
My side bitch said she wants a kid, damn (Bitch)
I'll have to flunk her, she failed the exam (Sosa baby)
She like when I hit it back (GBE baby)
She got some kick back (Mm-hm)
She seen me in Maybach (Mm-hm)
She starts to get wet (Uh-huh)
I said "I will be back" (Bang bang)
She do not see that (Bang bang)
She wants relationships (Bang)
That bitch can keep that (Bang bang, bang)
[Chief Keef {Ballout}:]
{Run and pick that sack up} (Huh?)
We don't need no backup (Nah)
{Shooters trailing in the 'Llac truck} (Skrrt)
Flaming out that loud pack up (Dope)
Gotta get my sack up (Yah)
Just landed on Saturn (Bitch)
{Just got a new batch in} (Bitch)
{Send me my back end} (Mm-hm)
Bop out, bop back in (Yeah)
Foreign car finna back in (Skrrt)
{Bad bitch on the side of me, her ass fat and her tracks in} (Huh?)
Louis flops when I'm cracking (Bang)
Rolling dope, but I ain't passing (Nah)
Hail Mary, I catch it (Beep, beep)
{Hellcat, can't catch it} (Skrrt, skrrt)
[Chief Keef:]
What you gon' see is what you gon' get, and (Yeah)
I'm on the way to pick up my bitch, and (Skrrt)
My side bitch said she wants a kid, damn (Bitch)
I'll have to flunk her, she failed the exam (Sosa baby)
She like when I hit it back (GBE baby)
She got some kick back (Mm-hm)
She seen me in Maybach (Mm-hm)
She starts to get wet (Uh-huh)
I said "I will be back" (Bang bang)
She do not see that (Bang bang)
She wants relationships (Bang)
That bitch can keep that (Bang bang, bang)
In There lyrics - Chief Keef
I was in the streets when momma found me
And she was mad I was in there
If I needed somewhere to hide
Would you let me in there?
Baby when you gon' stop playin' and let me in there?
You got up in your feelings, you ain't got no business in there
Fuck it
Aye, put two tears up in a fuckin' bucket
Throw at three at you some like I'm Jimmy Buckets
This loud is causing all the fuckin' ruckus
Aye, Gucci polo but I ain't playin' rugby
Bitches runnin' up to hug me
Aye, used to say that I was ugly
Now all these hoes see is money
Aye, now I don't even be hungry
'Member when I ain't eat nothin'
Aye, bitches said that I was nothin', 'til I became somethin'
Put the dope up in the blunt, put it in my lung
Got my swag from outer space, it ain't American
We got the juugs from I can't say, but they're gon' get you done
I'll smoke this blunt to the face and I ain't gon' give you none
I was in the streets when momma found me
And she was mad I was in there
If I needed somewhere to hide
Would you let me in there?
Baby when you gon' stop playin' and let me in there?
You got up in your feelings, you ain't got no business in there
Ammunition lyrics - Chief Keef
We did too much shit in that alley
Say she love me, whatever that mean (stop it)
The only colors I like is blue, pink and green
Think I play guitar how I'm pulling these strings
Think I play FIFA How I'm kicking with your bitch
She steady talking 'bout knocking you of the pick
"His lifestyle really ain't expensive"
Put a drum on, it be giving that ammunition
O-K, I'm re-loaded
Going down begin, call these, explosives
My gas tank over, I didn't even know it
This bitch got no miles, I didn't drove it
I don't even like them all, I don't even go there
This bitch got nothing in there, I don't blow them
Got new thots named Codie and Sonia, both got long hair
Pull the mic up outta my pants and let 'em perform there
Pull out bag of cash out the baggy bag
Whatever you know as a two, bitch, don't ask me that
Talking that military code with the gang, 10-4 copy that
Anything but late for dinner, I be that
We did too much shit in that alley
Say she love me, whatever that mean (stop it)
The only colors I like is blue, pink and green
Think I play guitar how I'm pulling these strings
Think I play FIFA How I'm kicking with your bitch
She steady talking 'bout knocking you of the pick
"His lifestyle really ain't expensive"
Put a drum on, it be giving that ammunition
Giving ammunition
Told her I love her, I gas the bitch up
Hit the duh-duh-duh that's the hiccups
I don't give three, two or one fucks
Free T-slick outta the Joint
Even though folks got only one eye
Don't keep him from being on point
This hoe tinted, you don't see us in it
Gotta stay low-key gotta stay blended
Granny ain't cared if we ain't finish our spinach
The only thing she taught me was to handle my business
Big mouth don't open up, let me finish my sentences
My fucked up ways I'm tryna get rid of it
Ain't tryna get cuffed, ain't tryna get sentenced
She ain't tryna get fucked, I ain't tryna be near her
That shit that you talking I ain't tryna hear it
We did too much shit in that alley
Say she love me, whatever that mean (stop it)
The only colors I like is blue, pink and green
Think I play guitar how I'm pulling these strings
Think I play FIFA How I'm kicking with your bitch
She steady talking 'bout knocking you of the pick
"His lifestyle really ain't expensive"
Put a drum on, it be giving that ammunition
Same (Tylee & Marvel Years Remix) lyrics - Chief Keef
My bitches thought my number was the same
In Gucci coat dancing in the rain
She say she want some I want the same
She know I be passing 50s out this change
My bitches thought my number was the same
In Gucci coat dancing in the rain
She know I be passing 50s while be passing 50s
She know I be passing 50s while be passing 50s
She know I be passing 50s while be passing 50s
She know I be passing 50s while be passing 50s
I changed
So I changed? No
I changed
So I changed? No
The same shit
On the same shit
In Gucci coat dancing in the rain
Chopper, what now?
Let me cool down I got my gun hot
Your little baby is a lollipop
Say that's my baby - I did not
She know I be passing 50s while be passing 50s
She know I be passing 50s while be passing 50s
She know I be passing 50s while be passing 50s
She know I be passing 50s while be passing 50s
I changed
So I changed? No
I changed
So I changed? No
The same shit
On the same shit
Chiraq (eMac Remix) lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Emac & Jenn Em)
[Jenn Em:]
Chiraq, chiraq, chiraq, chiraq
Chiraq, chiraq, chiraq, chiraq
I will comeback
[Chief Keef:]
Can't even be in my own hometown
They said that I wouldn't make it out (I made it to Beverly)
My aunty miss her baby
My grandma, that's who raised me
My mommy is my queen, that's an understatement
That's probation, move vacation
Let's toast to more life and more paper
She don't love you, then replace her, like peace see you later
[Jenn Em:]
Chiraq, chiraq
Chiraq, chiraq, I will come back
Don't lie, don't lie
Don't lie, don't die, I will come back to you
I'll comeback to you
I'll comeback to you
Chiraq, chiraq
I'll comeback to you
Chiraq, chiraq
I'll comeback to you
[Chief Keef:]
They're trying boobie trap you go around
10 toes I'ma stand my ground, if I lean baby hold it down
Used to steal my granny car to ride around
Everybody be like when you coming home?
Tryna get my life straight, I need a comb aye
I've been busy out here on my own, tryna figure out a way to live on
We will let you go
[Jenn Em:]
Chiraq, chiraq
Chiraq, chiraq, I will come back
Don't lie, don't lie
Don't die, don't die, I will come back to you
I'll comeback to you
I'll comeback to you
Chiraq, chiraq
I'll comeback to you
Chiraq, chiraq
I'll comeback to you
[Chief Keef:]
Light gettin' at me, like an Oakland Raider
But I'm a player, lady persuader
You a alligator, I'm a tiger
Can't see the vision hand on the bible
I'm a disciple, so I'm forever ridin'
If you against me, you're my rival
It's people waitin' on my arrival
If you miss a jet, it's gon fly right by you
My daughter told me daddy, "I admire you."
[Jenn Em:]
Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'
Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'
Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'
Love will come back
Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'
Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'
Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'
Love will come back
Love will come back
Love will come back
Love will come back to you
Chiraq, chiraq
Chiraq, chiraq, I will come back
Don't lie, don't lie
Don't die, don't die, I will come back to you
I'll comeback to you
I'll comeback to you
Chiraq, chiraq
I'll comeback to you
Chiraq, chiraq
I'll comeback to you
Belieber lyrics - Chief Keef
(KE on the track)
Shawty said she was a dreamer (A dreamer)
I turned they asses to a believer (A believer)
My other bitch like Justin Bieber (Justin Bieber)
I guess that bitch a belieber (A belieber)
I still remember my hoes (My hoes)
I bet they still remember my growth (My growth)
Wave a bitch off my crown (My crown)
You only want me 'cause my life glow (My life glow)
All these bitches chasing after D (After D)
Tell these bitches, "Chase after cheese" (After cheese)
I forgot I'm the fuckin' cheese (Cheese)
I ride a 'rari around, spending Gs (Spending Gs)
Who raised me, my momma, granny (Granny)
No actor, but I need a Grammy (A Grammy)
Taxin' niggas Uncle Sammy (Uncle Sammy)
Girl you know I'm Sosa Sammy (Sosa Sammy)
I don't be off the molly (The molly)
I just be off a lot of weed (A lot of weed)
Pull up, crash the party (Crash the party)
Shots at everybody (At everybody)
Can't be chasin' these hoes (These hoes)
Gotta be chasin' these rolls (These rolls)
I was dreamin' until I woke (I woke)
I ain't a dreamchaser, bitch, I just glo (I glo)
Sosa, you be flexin', I know (I know)
Sosa, you keep weapons, I know (I know)
I ain't got a yacht, I got a boat (I got a boat)
And that bitch is big as my home (As my home)
I was locked up Divison 4 (Divison 4)
Reppin' my set 'cause niggas hoes (Them niggas hoes)
I remember back in '94 ('94)
Wait, I was born in '95 though ('95 though)
'Member trappin' just to get a coat (Get a coat)
'Member trapping just to get some clothes (Get some clothes)
Now I buy anything I want (Anything I want)
Anything I want in any mall (In any mall, mo'fucker)
I ain't never been to Mexico (Mexico)
But I'm smokin' on Texaco (Texaco)
'Member pilin' up Volvos (Volvos)
Now I get 90 for 4 show (for 4 show)
My jewelry, it cost 4 shows (4 shows)
I threw it in the water and let it float (And let it float)
It's icy, like the fucking North Pole (North Pole)
I don't need no stylist for my wardrobe (My wardrobe)
Look, lady, I got the fuckin' pack (Pack)
And I got the motherfuckin' sack (Sack)
It's a lot of snakes in the grass (The grass)
Watch out, they'll bite you in yo back (Back)
Rawlings lyrics - Chief Keef
[Ballout:]
DP on the beat
Smokes
Glo
Blood Gang, man
Motherfuckas know how we rockin', man
Glo Gang or no gang, man
Stupid blunts, man, four-wheel drive, man, stupid kush
So motherfuckin' high right now, man
Motherfuckin' mansion, man, got all these acres, square feet
I don't know where the fuck I'm at, man, feel me?
All type of whips outside
M6s, Audis and shit
[Chief Keef:]
ay, Bally
ay, ay, pass me the Rawlings, ay, ay
So I can ball
Bitches already know that we ballin'
I'm at The Mardi Gras in New Orleans
Choppas out, get 'em, boys
Got them dogs out, sniffin'
Runnin' 'round your kitchen, where yo' shit at?
Send my locksmith at yo' door
Send my block, at your folks
You see that Glo, we posted on the Glo block with big ass poles
Where the Glo block at? North suburbs
In my mansion, bitch, ya never heard
Where it's at? You never know
Try to follow me, then I'ma blow
I can be drivin', still got the pipe
Be drivin', and I'll still take your life
Pull up on ya, bitch, I'm still taking flight, ay
I'm off the Tooka and I'm still getting high
And higher, ay
Waiting for the days to go by, and by-er, ay
Only thing that matter is the money, ay
Wake up in the morning yawning, ay, gettin' money
Fuckin' honey's, fuckin' thots
Fuck nigga, fuck up your party or your posse
Turn it to a pool party
Almighty, you mighty, ay
In my 290
Catch you, you a body
Under him, ay, what was wrong with him?
I don't know, 'cause I'm bipolar
When he shoot, he shoot at your shoulder
Have yo' pipe up, catch you, rawlings
Nigga, we don't carry holsters
Riding with a interlapse, ain't got time for that chitter chat
Fuck nigga got me, I'ma get 'em back
This choppa break a nigga back
Dududu, nigga
TV On (Big Boss) lyrics - Chief Keef
(It's a CB beat, bitch)
(Damn, Davis, drop that bitch)
Boss
Ay
Long live the big boss (Fredo)
Put you on a big cross (Yeah)
I'm a fuckin' big dog (Grr)
New scope, get picked off (Bang, bang)
My plug love me (Huh?)
He know I get it all (Yeah)
Fifty in the glicky (Bang)
You can come get it all (Bang)
Your bitch face in a nigga drawers (Huh?)
I'm the nigga your bitch been calling (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm higher than Cheech and Chong (Sos' baby)
Cops behind us, keep it calm (Huh?)
Bitch, don't bother me, leave me 'lone (Nah)
You don't need to know what street we on (Nah)
Bitch, just put your 3Ds on (Yeah)
Ice a movie like the TV on (Bling, bling), ay (Bang)
You got the ammo? You want the Anna?
Better be a cheetah, better be a panther
We in the spotty, watchin' the cameras
Flew a bitch to LA from Atlanta
You niggas funny, y'all should do stand up
The heater-heater turn your shit to winter
The bankroll all up on my mantle
The chef here, wonder what's for dinner?
I don't give a fuck, fuck, fuck
Two doors up
Told the clerk you ain't done, bitch, it's two more of us, yeah
I just lost my fuckin' cousin, ain't no tellin' how I'll get
Don't be fuckin' with my mulah, we'll air you 'bout this shit (ay)
Long live the big boss (Fredo)
Put you on a big cross (Yeah)
I'm a fuckin' big dog (Grr)
New scope, get picked off (Bang, bang)
My plug love me (Huh?)
He know I get it all (Yeah)
Fifty in the glicky (Bang)
You can come get it all (Bang)
Your bitch face in a nigga drawers (Huh?)
I'm the nigga your bitch been calling (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm higher than Cheech and Chong (Sos' baby)
Cops behind us, keep it calm (Huh?)
Bitch, don't bother me, leave me 'lone (Nah)
You don't need to know what street we on (Nah)
Bitch, just put your 3Ds on (Yeah)
Ice a movie like the TV on (Bling, bling), ay (Bang)
Chief Sosa up in the cut
Feds ask about me, don't give me up
Dopey-dopey, it get me rushed
Nigga say he gon' get me touched
Used to tell niggas, "Pick me up"
Used to tell bitches, "Lick me up"
Used to ride around semi'd up
Behind my foreign, there's a semi truck
Me and 'em got semis in it
Foe and 'em go dummy in it
You can't fit in the whip
Bitch, I'm actin' funny in it
Drank put my tummy in it
Dope smokes, got a onion in it
Bitches showin' they fuckin' titties
Let's make a toast 'cause we fuckin' did it
Glory Boys, bitch, that's the movement
Six cars and seven toolies
We know smooth, it's how to move it
Pour eight zips, yeah, that'll do it
Just fucked a bitch named Miranda, too
And I fucked her in my Yeezys, too
And I'm stackin' this shit up
And I put that on Jesus, too (ay)
Long live the big boss (Fredo)
Put you on a big cross (Yeah)
I'm a fuckin' big dog (Grr)
New scope, get picked off (Bang, bang)
My plug love me (Huh?)
He know I get it all (Yeah)
Fifty in the glicky (Bang)
You can come get it all (Bang)
Your bitch face in a nigga drawers (Huh?)
I'm the nigga your bitch been calling (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm higher than Cheech and Chong (Sos' baby)
Cops behind us, keep it calm (Huh?)
Bitch, don't bother me, leave me 'lone (Nah)
You don't need to know what street we on (Nah)
Bitch, just put your 3Ds on (Yeah)
Ice a movie like the TV on (Bling, bling), ay (Bang)
Uh Uh lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Playboi Carti)
[Chief Keef (Playboi Carti):]
Sosa, baby
GBE, baby
Bang
Bang-bang, bang
Bang
Beep, beep (Beep)
Beep (Beep)
Beep
Beep (What? What?)
Huh
[Playboi Carti {Chief Keef}:]
Poppin' them pills still (Huh, still, yeah)
Shawty on the block with me wearin' Chanel (Bang)
Too much dope in here, I can't smell, smell (Too much dope)
Too many guns in here, I can't tattletale (Tattletale, tattletale)
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (I can't tattletale)
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Tattletale)
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Tattletale)
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (What? Hold up, what? What?)
Uh-uh (What?)
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Skrrt-skrrt)
{La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la}
Uh-uh ({Skrrt}, hold up)
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (What? Hol' up)
[Chief Keef {Playboi Carti}:]
Heat in my hand, no oven mitt
Take your block and tumble it (Tumble it)
Bitch, give me that cookie, I'm crumblin' (Crumblin')
Uh-uh, you was lovin' that ho (Lovin' that ho)
The way that go I never ever know
Rollin' up Ps 'cause I'm cappin' that O
Get sparked from the heat, that was definite though
You can try to run but you catchin' them though
Wanna fuck in these mouth like I'm M&Ms though
It's a hit-and-run, hit the ambulance, ho
Ice in my cup, December 24
Smoke get me higher than the airfield though
Mama told me, "Never ever fear dough"
.45 bigger than a elephant though
Go to court smellin' like I sell elbows
Ha-ha, you was poppin' that shit (Poppin' that shit)
Let the window down, start poppin' them sticks
Ha-ha, you was not with that shit (Not with that shit)
You don't even know what come with that shit (With that shit, hey)
You better run-run-run up the blue bummers (Bummers)
The bitch with me all in my arms, yeah (My arms, yeah)
After that I sent her home and I don't care {What?}
We want all the smoke, we got mob fare (Mob fare)
[Playboi Carti {Chief Keef}:]
Poppin' them pills still (Huh, still, yeah)
Shawty on the block with me wearin' Chanel (Bang)
Too much dope in here, I can't smell, smell (Too much dope)
Too many guns in here, I can't tattletale (Tattletale, tattletale)
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (I can't tattletale)
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Tattletale)
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Tattletale)
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (What? Hold up, what? What?)
Uh-uh (What?)
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Skrrt-skrrt)
{La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la}
Uh-uh ({Skrrt}, hold up)
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (What? Hol' up)
Sky Say lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)
Bang
When I'm done countin' money
I gotta take a fuck me break
I should take a vacation
I should take a stuntin' break
I'm always takin' juice breaks
Got hit Thursday, told her don't hit me 'til Tuesday
Told her take a high break
Can you tell me what the sky say? (Sky say, bang)
[Tadoe:]
On Instagram I got a blue check
In my pocket got them blue checks
Just flew in on a blue jet
Got a draco, I ain't blew yet
Glock 17 blew 30 times
Where the pints, I need 30 lines
Hit the stu, drop 30 rhymes
Lil folks got a Glock, it's a dirty nine
You could take some shots, if you run it up
I'ma get the guap, I'ma run it up
Off the blue strips to make your boo leave
Keep the ranch sauce, I want the blue cheese
When I'm done countin' money
I gotta take a fuck me break
I should take a vacation
I should take a stuntin' break
I'm always takin' juice breaks
Got hit Thursday, told her don't hit me 'til Tuesday
Told her take a high break
Can you tell me what the sky say? (Sky say, bang)
[Chief Keef:]
Phone keep on vi-vibrating
Bitch want my time, save it-save it
Niggas don't speak my language-language
Looked up at God, save me-save me
Momma told me, stay out of jail-jail
My homie 'n 'em they got nail-nailed
Keep folks nem so solid, they ain't tell they ain't tell
Just bossin' shit, them knocked the train off the rail, off the rail
Momma told me, look boy be careful-careful
Momma told me, stand up on your legs
This bitch set up to stand up on my bed
Bitch cut the monkey, can you give me head, give me head
When I'm done countin' money
I gotta take a fuck me break
I should take a vacation
I should take a stuntin' break
I'm always takin' juice breaks
Got hit Thursday, told her don't hit me 'til Tuesday
Told her take a high break
Can you tell me what the sky say? (Sky say, bang)
Hand Made lyrics - Chief Keef
Everything handmade
Everything handmade
Everything handmade
Everything handmade, from the bags to the case, everything's handmade
In Paris, goin' Kanye
This Fendi came up today
You know boy we spending cake
Handmade Louis, handmade Gucci
Handmade hell, yeah we'll start shooting
Fuck that bitch one time, and we start cooling
My whole bih handmade, so we start grooving
Handmade guns, handmade mags
Man-made cash, handmade bags
Handmade seats, handmade stash
Handmade gears, handmade dash
Everything handmade
Everything handmade
Everything handmade
Everything handmade, from the bags to the case, everything's handmade
In Paris, goin' Kanye
This Fendi came up today
You know boy we spending cake
It's Siberia, getting handmade gas
You ain't smoking, boy you weak, handmade trash
Pull up with some shooters and some handmade mags
I just sip a sip outta handmade glass
I just put my feet in some handmade boots
And I live under a handmade roof
And I only smoke on handmade joints
I'm just really tryna make a handmade point (sosa baby)
Everything handmade
Everything handmade
Everything handmade
Everything handmade, from the bags to the case, everything's handmade
In Paris, goin' Kanye
This Fendi came up today
You know boy we spending cake
Get This Money lyrics - Chief Keef
All blue hunnids, get this money
All green twenties, get this money
All white hunnids, get this money
All pink fifties, get this money
All green ones, get this money
All green fives, get this money
Get this money, get this money, get this money (yeah, yeah)
Get this money, get this money, get this money (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Boy you ain't smoking dope, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout weed
Say you got everything why the fuck you talkin' 'bout need
Pillow talk to these hoes, why you wanna talk about me
AK go A B C de-de-de-dede-D
Tell a bitch pull out get your bag here
Girl come and get your hair pulled
Put your face in the mattress
I just met a bad bitch
I hope it ain't catfish
Pull up in a M6
M boy reckless
Your boyfriend found love
You tell him "Calm down"
Before he get his ass beat
Me in a compound
He wouldn't last one round
Tell him, turn the fuck down
Boy, I'm gettin' money, I can't give a fuck now
All blue hunnids, get this money
All green twenties, get this money
All white hunnids, get this money
All pink fifties, get this money
All green ones, get this money
All green fives, get this money
Get this money, get this money, get this money (yeah, yeah)
Get this money, get this money, get this money (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
M-O-N-E-Y yeah
Pull up in [?]
Babe you can be mine
Don't pull me out, can we high
She saw my phone ring, driving
And she said can she drive
But bitch what if we die?
Just be a good shot gun driver
I'm sipping, posing (lean)
Aye bitch, hold this
And you know this I get dough bitch
Can't eat it like groceries, I give no shit
"Sosa you shining," but I didn't know this
All blue hunnids, get this money
All green twenties, get this money
All white hunnids, get this money
All pink fifties, get this money
All green ones, get this money
All green fives, get this money
Get this money, get this money, get this money (yeah, yeah)
Get this money, get this money, get this money (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yet lyrics - Chief Keef
It's 7 in the morning, I'm still up
I ain't gotta wait 'til I get up
I been in this shit since a pup
Only one's I trust is just us
Please do not fuck with me, 'cause
You gon' be the victim, I'm the suspect
Shawty say, on me, she got a crush
She ain't even got her ass crushed yet
How much cock would your main bitch suck if the bitch sucked cock? (How much?)
How many miles can we hit with 300 shots? (How many?)
While a dark skin bitch from Kingston, callin' me a bumboclaat (Bumboclaat)
Nah this ain't my Uber, but she want this juggernaut (Want this juggernaut)
I'm a wide receiver I'ma go long (Go long, ay)
Just hopped out in a no-go zone (In a no-go zone, ay)
Just left my car in a tow zone (In a tow zone, ay)
She like it rough she wanna get choked on (She wanna get choked on, ay)
Gotta take my son on the jet with me (On the jet with me, gang)
Don't bounce by the man he upset with me (He upset with me, damn)
Bitch just texted me sayin' "you ain't that busy" (You ain't that busy, ay)
Told the bitch God came down and sat with me (Came down and sat with me, bang)
It's 7 in the morning, I'm still up
I ain't gotta wait 'til I get up
I been in this shit since a pup
Only one's I trust is just us
Please do not fuck with me, 'cause
You gon' be the victim, I'm the suspect
Shawty say, on me, she got a crush
She ain't even got her ass crushed yet
I've never bought me a lion (Lion)
Who sellin' one? I'm buyin' (Buyin')
My bitch here, stay lyin' (Lyin')
I don't lie bitch I get money (Money)
I'm feeling like Kid Cudi (Cudi)
Days 'N' Nites is nutty (Nutty)
No Keef ain't gon' sweat it (Sweat it)
I'm just gon' get it (Get it)
Got a new dog, gon' pet it (Pet it)
You don't like me, gon' said it (Said it)
Sosa baby is you leanin'? (Leanin')
Bitch, you should mind your business (Business)
Take magazines lil' nigga (Lil' nigga)
All I gotta do is flip it (Flip it)
She's sent my ass a DM (DM)
Like all we gotta do is kick it (Kick it)
I'm a minimalist to this blueprint (Blueprint)
But did I have to mention (Mention)
Chasin' after this chicken (Chicken)
I'm still waitin' to get sentenced (Sentenced)
It's 7 in the morning, I'm still up
I ain't gotta wait 'til I get up
I been in this shit since a pup
Only one's I trust is just us
Please do not fuck with me, 'cause
You gon' be the victim, I'm the suspect
Shawty say, on me, she got a crush
She ain't even got her ass crushed yet
Part Ways lyrics - Chief Keef
(Ay, turn the music up for me, Chris)
Ay, go
Go
All-red foreigns, all-black chopper
Here I come, you ready or not
I keep big old knots and I will pick your lock (Yeah), ay
Foenem be loadin' up
Smokin' on dope before they hit your block (Yeah)
Shoot them dice, hit your body (Yeah)
I need duct tape, bitch, no Scotch
All of these waves, I'm feelin' like Nas, ay
Before we part ways I gotta flex up, okay
In a big B, ay (In a big B)
What, you can't see? Ay (What, you can't see?)
You know what it is, ay, ay (You know what it is)
Know what it may be, ay, ay (Know what it may be)
I should blame the drugs, ay, ay (I should blame the drugs)
But I blame me, ay, ay (But I blame me)
Yeah, that's my rank, ay, ay (Yeah, that's my rank)
What's my K/D? Ay, ay (What's my K/D?)
Keepin' them squares, ay, ay (Keepin' them squares)
Out of the tent, ay, ay (Out of the tent)
We spendin' new money, ay, ay (We spendin' new money)
Out of the rent, ay, ay (Out of the rent)
Make two hundred bands, ay (Make two hundred bands)
Out of some lint, ay, ay (Out of some lint)
You talkin' real niggas, ay (You talkin' real niggas)
I'm up in the mix, ay, ay (I'm up in the mix)
She heard my voice, ay, ay (She heard my voice)
It made her moist, ay, ay (It made her moist)
I'm up in the forest, ay, ay (I'm up in the forest)
Trap with the boys, ay, ay (Trap with the boys)
You got no choice, ay, ay (You got no choice)
Bad bitch named Joyce, ay, ay (Bad bitch named Joyce)
Pickin' up coins, ay, ay (Pickin' up coins)
In the Rolls-Royce, ay, ay, ay (In the Rolls-Royce)
All-red foreigns, all-black chopper
Here I come, you ready or not
I keep big old knots and I will pick your lock (Yeah), ay
Foenem be loadin' up
Smokin' on dope before they hit your block (Yeah)
Shoot them dice, hit your body (Yeah)
I need duct tape, bitch, no Scotch
All of these waves, I'm feelin' like Nas, ay
Before we part ways I gotta flex up, okay
Last but not least, ay, ay (Last but not least)
You tryna find me? Ay, ay (You tryna find me?)
You better off findin' Nemo, ay (Findin' Nemo)
Jump in the sea, ay, ay (Jump in the sea)
Her Uber was twenty dollars, ay (Twenty dollars)
She live by me, ay, ay (She live by me)
Bitch, I'm John Madden, ay (John)
Run it by me, ay, ay (Run it by me)
Ain't no rules, ay, ay
NFL street, ay, ay (NFL street)
Ho, get up off me, ay, ay (Ho, get up off me)
You missed your beat, ay, ay (You missed your beat)
Coughin' up cheese, ay, ay (Coughin' up cheese)
Throwin' up threes, ay, ay (Throwin' up threes)
Spray it like Febreze, ay, ay (Spray it like Febreze)
Yeah, it can be that way, ay, ay
All-red foreigns, all-black chopper
Here I come, you ready or not
I keep big old knots and I will pick your lock (Yeah), ay
Foenem be loadin' up
Smokin' on dope before they hit your block (Yeah)
Shoot them dice, hit your body (Yeah)
I need duct tape, bitch, no Scotch
All of these waves, I'm feelin' like Nas, ay
Before we part ways I gotta flex up, okay
Tragedies lyrics - Chief Keef
Trap Otto
Bang Bang
Beep
Bang Bang
Sosa Baby
GBE Baby
Sosa on the Beat
I remember being in the streets trying to take some'n (trying to take some'n)
Ride around in the field with a K drum (with a K drum)
Ride down on a fuck nigga, bake some (bake some)
Now I hardly ever even see my day ones (hardly ever even see my day ones)
I make them disappear, out here like brevity (bang, brevity)
I be floatin' dirty, I don't need no gravity (I don't need no motherfuckin' gravity)
Make her say "Uh" like Master P (like Master P)
If you ain't gettin' money it can lead to tragedies (tragedies)
Popped up in my crib without permission (permission)
Call that stalkin', call that stalkin' (stalkin', that stalkin')
I went in the mall and bought everything out the store
I call that ballin, I call that ballin (that ballin', beep)
I heard you be trippin' on a thotty (thotty)
I call that fallin', I call that fallin'
I heard you were here flexin' like you catchin' bodies
Dry snitchin' on yo self, I call that talkin' (Oh my god, bitch)
I walked in the club and they all start shakin' ass, shakin ass (shakin' ass)
Dead man in my pockets, someone please call the damn ambulance (ambulance, ambulance, ambulance)
I'm on offense, the defense I'll handle (I'll handle)
Got your bitch meltin' like a lit candle (like a lit candle)
Where I'm from 2-4 means 10-4 (give me a 10-4)
Why I'm flexin' like that I ain't have shit hoe (I ain't have shit hoe)
I remember being in the streets trying to take some'n (trying to take some'n)
Ride around in the field with a K drum (with a K drum)
Ride down on a fuck nigga, bake some (bake some)
Now I hardly ever even see my day ones (hardly ever even see my day ones)
I make them disappear, out here like brevity (bang, brevity)
I be floatin' dirty, I don't need no gravity (I don't need no motherfuckin' gravity)
Make her say "Uh" like Master P (like Master P)
If you ain't gettin' money it can lead to tragedies (tragedies)
I swear to God right now I can't even fucking breathe (can't breathe)
One Tooka blunt got me walkin' with a weave (got me walkin' with a weave)
Gave your bitch one pill now she crawlin' on her knees (she crawlin' on her knees)
She was standin' on her head, now she fallin' on her feet (she fallin' on her feet)
Tote the cash baby gone see a doctor for me (doctor for me)
I know before I go get locked up, you gone get locked up for me (get locked up for me)
I know you really will get a nigga shot up for me (shot up for me)
I don't buy bitches but I know you'll buy one for me (buy one for me)
Whoever said living was the stars in the sky (in the sky)
And I'm sitting on the stars in the sky every night (every night)
I'm smokin' on that Mary, yeah, Mary J. Blige (Mary J. Blige)
It was me in the sky and the stars tryin' to fight (stars tryin' to fight)
I just met a bad bitch, but I'm only tryin' to fuck (I'm only tryin' to fuck)
I'm a squirrel no lie, I'ma need another nut (I'ma need another nut)
Remember on the block, sellin' dope, been blowin' punks (blowin' punks)
Run up on him click-clack, 12-gauge him in the trunk (trunk)
I remember being in the streets trying to take some'n (trying to take some'n)
Ride around in the field with a K drum (with a K drum)
Ride down on a fuck nigga, bake some (bake some)
Now I hardly ever even see my day ones (hardly ever even see my day ones)
I make them disappear, out here like brevity (bang, brevity)
I be floatin' dirty, I don't need no gravity (I don't need no motherfuckin' gravity)
Make her say "Uh" like Master P (like Master P)
If you ain't gettin' money it can lead to tragedies (tragedies)
Sosa On The Beat
Letter lyrics - Chief Keef
K.E. on the Track
Ay, 'member when my teacher told me I wasn't gon' be shit
Now I can freak her, freak my teacher
'Cause I got the stacks, 'cause I got them racks
And I got dem guns, dem bitches go gratata, click-clack, nigga, brat brat brat, nigga
Never tell me what the fuck I can't be
Should take a trip to fucking Beijing
Lil ass Red Bottoms, niggas babies
I'ma grown boy, boy, you a baby
Even though I'm a baby, I get cakey daily
Got a gun and that's off safety
Mama always told me never let a nigga play me
I'ma get my ass whooped and I couldn't take it
What's the situation, is the situation paper?
If it is, shake up, I'ma earthquake up
Coolin' with the paper, ballin' is my major
She wants some top, wait up, baby, I'll take that
Pull up on the motherfucking label, where my cake at?
'Fore I up this motherfucking chopper and spray it
Fuck rehab, I get high for Bob Marley
Double O-7, bitch, the skies falling
Bought me some Rugers, I was tired of Glock 40s
Put it on Blood, bitch, I'm guap shawty
Put it on cuz, I'm a hot shawty
I'ma burn ya ass, on the spot, shawty
Bananas in the summer, chinchillas in the winter
Heard you was mad 'bout your thot? Nigga, get her
Made it from the bottom to the top, niggas didn't
That's why my mansion two million, niggas bitter
Never tell me what the fuck I can't be
Should take a trip to fucking Beijing
Lil ass Red Bottoms, niggas babies
I'ma grown boy, boy, you a baby
Even though I'm a baby, I get cakey daily
Got a gun and that's off safety
Mama always told me never let a nigga play me
I'ma get my ass whooped and I couldn't take it
Heard fuck niggas was plotting on the low
I'm from Chiraq, I be spottin' on the low
I know everything before they thought I didn't know
Pull up on your block poppin' shit, Crisco
I'm Kanye rich now, 'member when I was in the field
Runnin' 'round the blocks, while niggas gettin' killed
Niggas sendin' shots, we gon' send them back
Baby, I'm the driver, I ain't in the back
Pull up in the foreigns, they like, "Who is that?"
On Tooka day, smoking Tooka pack
Pull off and I'm tourin' all the hoodlums, man
Bitch, I'm Yung Joc, I'll do ya bad
Coolin' kit on the gun and it'll cool ya ass
Do this rap shit for fun, let it fool ya ass
Fredo coming out the cut, he gon' do ya ass
Tadoe slow ass, he shot some more times, ay
Gang Gang lyrics - Chief Keef
30 got the vocals, lay it down on Pro Tools
In my expensive snow shoes, vegetarian tofu
Big Ben Franklin, I love you, loyalty, I love you more
Cheese on my fingers but I ain't talking Dorito
Put a bitch on a plane, since I got cash, ain't been the same
I spend two grand, in case I get caught up in the rain
These boys fuckin' lame, they sure like the gang
What the kids throwin' up? (Gang, gang), everybody know (Gang, gang)
Who they locking up? (Gang)
Who the hoes gon' fuck? (Gang, gang)
Who they need to free? (Gang)
Who put niggas to sleep? (Gang, gang)
Who need to be on a leash? (Gang)
Who getting topped by a freak? (Gang, gang)
Who the real niggas we losin'? (Gang)
Who slide with me, cruisin'? (Gang, gang)
If you can't stand the heat (Gang)
Then you definitely not (Gang, gang)
Who I let back in? (Gang)
Right after I let 'em out (Gang, gang)
You sneak dissin', you are not (Gang)
Who said what was that about? (Gang, gang)
Who my original? (Gang)
AKA ride or die (Gang, gang)
Tadoe and Ball' (Gang)
I'm up in the mall with (Gang, gang)
Mama hate when I call her (Gang)
The people is holling (Gang, gang)
Who got drip like a faucet? (Gang)
Who you gon' die for? (Gang, gang)
Get you knocked off, you not (Gang)
I feel like Pablo (Gang, gang)
30 got the vocals, lay it down on Pro Tools
In my expensive snow shoes, vegetarian tofu
Big Ben Franklin, I love you, loyalty, I love you more
Cheese on my fingers but I ain't talking Dorito
Put a bitch on a plane, since I got cash, ain't been the same
I spend two grand, in case I get caught up in the rain
These boys fuckin' lame, they sure like the gang
What the kids throwin' up? (Gang, gang), everybody know (Gang, gang)
Chirp chirp, "Who this?" (Gang)
"Oh, how you comin'?" (Gang)
He like "Where you at?" (Gang)
I'm like "Out in London" (Gang)
He like "Fuck with me" (Gang)
I'm like "Hold on" (Gang)
"I'm losing reception" (Gang)
"Plus the V12 on it" (Gang)
Before I could walk or could spell (Gang)
What I want to when I was little? (Gang)
What I grow up to be? (Gang)
I used to steal bikes when I was little with (Gang)
Then I moved to cars with (Gang)
Long way from hittin' cribs with (Gang)
Who they say that I did it with? (Gang)
Long live them niggas (Gang)
From out here trippin' with inches
30 got the vocals, lay it down on Pro Tools
In my expensive snow shoes, vegetarian tofu
Big Ben Franklin, I love you, loyalty, I love you more
Cheese on my fingers but I ain't talking Dorito
Put a bitch on a plane, since I got cash, ain't been the same
I spend two grand, in case I get caught up in the rain
These boys fuckin' lame, they sure like the gang
What the kids throwin' up? (Gang, gang), everybody know (Gang, gang)
Let's get it, catchup
Water Resort lyrics - Chief Keef
Woke up, brush my teeth
Thank the Lord that I'm here today
Stole Toyotas, now I hop out the 'Cat, hop in a Wraith
I'm a fuckin' king, where's my throne?
Bring a young nigga some grapes
This bitch talk too much, oh my God
Bring a young nigga some tape
Just 'cause I got cash, don't mean I won't smoke your ass like a Newport, shorty
I guess I gotta learn, it's just some shit that I can't do no more
Don't come in our radius, ay, young nigga, tell ya crew to abort
Hop in that wet-wet, shorty somethin' like a water resort
With a bitch named Arissa (Huh?)
Going faster than a missile (Yoon)
Too blunts with a tissue (God)
Girl shooting at me like a pistol (Bang)
Ay, hit a bitch with a whistle
What's on my feet? They Balencis (Bs)
I got a dirty mouth, need to rinse it (Yeah)
I need all the bread and the biscuits (Bitch)
Slippers came with shoestrings (Yeah)
TEC still got a shoestring (Bang)
Fully flexed up, too clean
Twenty thousand and I bought two things (Bitch)
Sent granny and momma a 50 (Yeah)
Bitch want me to sign her titties (Huh?)
I need you to mind your business (Yeah)
Where the cash at? Go get it (Ftftft)
Where the bitches at? Go fuck 'em (Beep)
Where the opps at? Don't duck 'em (Nah)
The law hate me so fuck 'em (Huh?)
These niggas fake don't hug 'em (Huh?)
Sosa bipolar, don't bug him (Nah)
You already know he don't trust 'em (Nah)
The nigga too cool, get a oven (Yeah)
He one egg short from a dozen (Huh? Bang, bang)
Woke up, brush my teeth
Thank the Lord that I'm here today
Stole Toyotas, now I hop out the 'Cat, hop in a Wraith
I'm a fuckin' king, where's my throne?
Bring a young nigga some grapes
This bitch talk too much, oh my God
Bring a young nigga some tape
Just 'cause I got cash, don't mean I won't smoke your ass like a Newport, shorty
I guess I gotta learn, it's just some shit that I can't do no more
Don't come in our radius, ay, young nigga, tell ya crew to abort
Hop in that wet-wet, shorty somethin' like a water resort
You ain't smokin' by the ounce, you can bounce (You can bounce)
I don't smoke no mid, I smoke super loud (Super loud, dope)
Damn near quit the lean, see if I can do without it (ay, huh?)
On Illustrator makin' me a new medallion (Bling)
Be careful this package is super fragile (Hmm)
And my dog keep eating my Gucci sandals (Gucci sandals)
Hoes see me in person like, "Ooh he handsome" (Hmm)
Tryna stuff this cash in my Gucci pants (Ftftft)
Man, these niggas be having me fucked up (Beep, beep, beep)
When the boss talking shut the fuck up (Fuck up, bitch)
Some of these hoes say I act stuck up (Huh?)
Know it's fuck you if it's fuck us
Chief Sosa, how come you don't trust us? (Huh?)
What's the chances light came down and struck us
Need to learn how to take down your instructions
Gotta have Ben Frank, Grant, Jack all in structure
My dog fresher than you
My daughter is too
My heat get to stuttering
Get barbecue-cue'd
My heat get to stuttering
Duh duh da doo doo
Foes at my door like doo doo
They know I'm gorilla like, "Uh-uh"
Woke up, brush my teeth
Thank the Lord that I'm here today
Stole Toyotas, now I hop out the 'Cat, hop in a Wraith
I'm a fuckin' king, where's my throne?
Bring a young nigga some grapes
This bitch talk too much, oh my God
Bring a young nigga some tape
Just 'cause I got cash, don't mean I won't smoke your ass like a Newport, shorty
I guess I gotta learn, it's just some shit that I can't do no more
Don't come in our radius, ay, young nigga, tell ya crew to abort
Hop in that wet-wet, shorty somethin' like a water resort
I Need More lyrics - Chief Keef
Uh aye bang (Bitch bang bang bang)
Bang (Sosa baby)
Bang (eskitit)
Bang (you hear me bitch)
Bang (good)
Bang
You talking to me, where you got to be
I got the pump, it's in my sleeve
Kill, defeat, I'm on some feet
Feel like Obama up in the V.I.P.
No JPG you see me
Diamond dance CB, get your red and blue goggles
'Cause I'm coming 3D
Send them boys do drill then I send 'em three deep
All this dopey dope, call me Sosa de'blanco
Bitch I'm flowing like I'm off a yacht
Really need to cop me a helicopter
This hot boy movie and I'm Silkk the Shocker
Off the syrup, syrup no fuckin' waffles
We threw away a whole fuckin' body
Get them thrown at your fucking squad
Heat sensor on my fucking gun
Fuck that bitch pull my pants up run them bands up
If the bitch call won't answer
Vroom vroom motor havin' tantrums
Told that bitch "you canceled", told that bitch I got cancer
Bitch put a seatbelt on but like I'm playin' ball in the whip
She know I got handles
What I just say finna' tell her [?] bitch it ain't no [?]
Where that money at (I need more)
Girl, that's some good pussy let me get some more of that (I need more, yeah bitch, I need more)
Give ya a hand like yeah throw it back (I need more)
Off of the drink but still running around like a rugrat (aye) (I need more)
Damn the design exclusive (I need more)
Big doobie got me on Jupiter (I need more, yeah bitch, I need more)
FN go de do do (bang) (I need more)
I know I got a couple skrty skrs (skrty skrs) (I need more)
I need more (I need more)
Gimmie dat. Gimmie dat (I need more)
Gotta throw away, gotta get rid of that (I need more)
That check over there can you hand me that (I need more)
Fans writing on pictures like (I need more)
Ding ding it's a thot like (I need more)
She gave me a hundred feet but (I need more)
I done smoked all the reefer (I need more)
Two more ounces in the two seater but (I need more)
FN navigated (I need more)
Shit got me concentrated (I need more)
You can keep playing (I need more)
Done performing but they keep saying (I need more)
Where the Visine (I need more)
'Cause my eyes red (I need more)
Why your ass yell (I need more)
Bring it over here (I need more)
Gotta a couple pills but (I need more)
I'm like fuck all the other shit (I need more)
Yeah I got ice on (I need more)
Yeah I can't count but (I need more)
Shot all the hollows (I need more)
Said she gone swallow (I need more)
That why you know when I call (I need more)
You so where are you (I need more)
Where that money at (I need more)
Girl, that's some good pussy let me get some more of that (I need more, yeah bitch, I need more)
Give ya a hand like yeah throw it back (I need more)
Off of the drink but still running around like a rugrat (aye) (I need more)
Damn the design exclusive (I need more)
Big doobie got me on Jupiter (I need more, yeah bitch, I need more)
FN go de do do (bang) (I need more)
I know I got a couple skrty skrs (skrty skrs) (I need more)
I need more (I need more)
We're Everywhere lyrics - Chief Keef
We over here, we over there
We over here, we over there, ay
We over here, we over there
We everywhere, you never there
Rock Human Races, got every pair
We're here and there, we're everywhere
My team, yeah, here, there, they're everywhere
I got these 700s everywhere
And my coat made out of fuckin' bear
I still got Yeezy's I didn't fuckin' wear
You dig? These diamonds everywhere
Leave the restaurant, the paparazzi everywhere
I swear this bitch so freaky, she gon' top me anywhere
Yeah I got on my chains and I'ma rock 'em anywhere
Trippin' over shit 'cause I got designer everywhere
Just flew a little lady out, but I her hair is sheddin' everywhere
Send her fine ass right back, without an ordinary care
And the kicks that's on my toes are not an ordinary pair
My house got TVs everywhere
Three here, three there, three there, three there
I ain't gotta type and I sure don't got a care
For the Pledge of Allegiance I'm sitting down in my chair
You cannot check me, 'less you writin' a check to me
Act like she don't be everywhere tryna fool me
Bitch went to the bathroom, she was trippin' over NMDs
Welcome to the show, this is a Chief Sosa assembly
She love the Glo Gang briefs, she stop suckin', said "I'm stealing these"
Diamonds in my bezel, lookin like motherfuckin' earrings
And this white gold, this ain't motherfuckin' sterling
Had to tell my bitch, "Get out your motherfuckin' feelings."
We over here, we over there
We everywhere, you never there
Rock Human Races, got every pair
We're here and there, we're everywhere
My team, yeah, here, there, they're everywhere
I got these 700s everywhere
And my coat made out of fuckin' bear
I still got Yeezy's I didn't fuckin' wear
I got shit I forgot about
Bitch, your weak ass service goin' in and out
FN a blow dryer, air you out (aye)
I'm doing too much loud, can't hear you out (aye)
What these is, bitch? These AMIRI
She ask me somethin', I told her bitch ask SIRI
They're like "Where you get "Almighty So" from?". From Jim Carrey
Cops shot 17, shots they missed, that's legendary
Aye, 762, Hail Mary, make shit, very scary
I don't give a fuck if y'all everywhere, spread a little bit fire everywhere
Off-White everywhere
Plus [?] trippin' my Hellcat, that bitch fishtailin' anywhere
Bitch I got Bape everywhere and I got apes everywhere
Swear the bitch head was a fairy tale
I'm a lion so I got a hairy tail
Got a thong-wearin' pussy from Riverdale
Way she give it to me, she don't give a damn
Got a bitch from 8 mile like Eminem sell the SL11 for some M&Ms (bang)
We over here, we over there
We everywhere, you never there
Rock Human Races, got every pair
We're here and there, we're everywhere
My team, yeah, here, there, they're everywhere
I got these 700s everywhere
And my coat made out of fuckin' bear
I still got Yeezy's I didn't fuckin' wear
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