Jones Indiana lyrics - Chief Keef

Yeah, she went to Vienna

First day alone, Indiana (Yeah)

Two guns, Jones Indiana, hey

Cook him broad day, Benihanas (Yeah)

On the bus, put me under, hey

I just want the boss to be honest (Yeah)

Told her, "Ay, who your friend? Put me on it," ay

My hoes in the crowd, what we on? Look

Call me Sosa Corleone

Runnin' up a sack what we on

Used to tell the plug, "Put me on"

OG would be like hurry home (Yeah)

We gon' fuck it up, then we gone

We don't care who's shit we on (Yeah)

Bitch know the sack super long

Bitch know the weed super strong (Yeah)

Niggas aware of what's goin' on, yeah

Fuck all that shit, movin' on (Yeah)

White ice shinin', lookin' chrome

I can outsmoke Tommy Chong (Yeah)

I can outsmoke Snoop Dogg, yeah

Police chase me with two dogs, yeah

Petty case out in Sioux Falls, yeah

You niggas drag queens, RuPaul, yeah

Shoot three, pimp two hoes, yeah

Trap phone, I missed two calls, yeah

Me and Slick talk through calls, yeah

Said niggas gotta feel, pause (Yeah)

Niggas better have steel jaws, yeah

You don't know how to peel on, yeah

Country motherfucker, Lil Paul, yeah

You a man, Sonic Hedgehog, yeah

Pants still sag real low, yeah

You ain't never been in real smoke, yeah

Left and right wrist kilos, yeah

Man these niggas funny, Elmo, yeah

Friends cross you like a railroad

I ain't talkin' arm, smokin' out the elbow, yeah

Diamonds keep slices of road, yeah

If you get money, go go, yeah

Chill out 'fore you uh, oh no

The booty numero uno, yeah

Clap clap clap, kudos, yeah

Kind of pole is that, who knows? Yeah

In a flat with two stoves, yeah

My chef ain't runnin' two stoves, yeah

Big number jumpin' through loopholes

I call Coozie and them hoes, yeah

Get a new bitch just how I get new clothes, yeah

Two watches, Pumbaa and Timon, yeah

It's gettin' all on 'em, ice cream cone, yeah

Pull on my Nike, my VLONE

Lost the top on this Oyster

Slidin' slippery like some moisture

These double Vs doin' torture

Try to take my shit, I torch you

Damn the neck got hoarser

She just popped my shit like Wilson

I just laid out like a poster

Gettin' blew with the explosive

You niggas salty just like Lawry's

If diamonds is people, this is a party

It don't get broke up by the tsunami

It ain't nothin' like new money

I been been been smokin' loud

'Fore they started makin' blue money, yeah

Kay Kay want a white bunny, yeah

Black man gettin' white money

Your ho fuck around like money

Can't fit these blue hundreds, white hundreds

Them twenties don't feel the same color

My son told me that I can't color

I don't know fam, we ain't brothers

'Member Bam Bam gettin' commas, ay

It's so fuckin' fake, you can't cuddle

If you in our way in the club, ay

Y'all know you can't come, nah

Told them to make another charm

Don't know what it is 'til he done, yeah

Borderline, fuck it, A1

A fuck nigga, say you ain't one, yeah

Black Proud lyrics - Chief Keef

DY Krazy

Yeah

Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) yeah

Uh huh

Yeah

Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) yeah

Uh huh

Hold up, lemme roll up

Roll up, hold up, roll up, hold up, hold up, hold up

Hold up, hold up, lemme roll up, hold up, hold up

Lemme roll up, hold up, lemme roll up

Big ol' blower (Ha) and your daughter (ay)

First, you go high (Yeah) then she go lower (ay)

Should I go lower (ay)

Can you go slower (ay)

I'ma be sore (ay), big enforce

Keep that score (Yeah)

Leave when it late

Nigga get watched, I'm sure (Yeah)

Damn, I can't find the key to my car (Yeah)

She say I ignore her (ay) in that order (Yeah)

But she still gone lemme get that spoiler (ay)

She gone cross that border (ay) with 10 Ps on her (ay)

I want that, boy

I taught that, boy (Yeah)

I want a Dej Loaf

I bought that, boy (Yeah)

Yeah it ain't cool to act like you 'bout that, boy (Yeah)

Killa with a throwaway

Had to toss that, boy (Yeah)

I was born bad, boy

You broke, bad boy (Yeah)

Start letting off shots when I saw that boy (Yeah)

She was in my bathroom taking makeup off her face (Yeah)

Roll a big blunt of loud, how I start out the day (Yeah)

I was broke back then, now I'm ballin' today (Yeah)

I'ma get the cake and throw it all in their face (Yeah)

I love getting brain but we call it the face (Yeah)

If you heard some hissing, would you call it a snake (Yeah)

Niggas in their fake ways

Be the talk of the day (Yeah)

I'm just coolin', lil bitch

I'm off for the day (Yeah)

Court in the backyard

Bought a Spalding, today (Yeah)

Just picked up 100, did it all in a day (Yeah)

If I'm watching T.V., don't be all in my way (ay)

Handed her some Listerine, bitch, you gone gargling today (ay)

Pull up to the 'rari and sparkin' away (Yeah)

Make the scene very scary

Press auto away (Yeah)

Nigga, I don't fake pints

I throw the bottles away (Yeah)

Get my line today, told her to call me today (Yeah)

It was made today

For they're happy today

For some fluke ass shit

Cops grabbed me today (Yeah)

But I'm so fuckin' fly, I be flapping away (Yeah)

Got strength like hawk

Might have to slap them away (Yeah)

One house in L.A, I can have 5 in the A (Yeah)

Do a drive-by

We driving away (Yeah)

Last night I had a dream that the sky went away (Yeah)

Create line on 'em then

They're reliable today (Yeah)

Finna grab me some Trues and go grab me a bae (Yeah)

And you know it's B.K. 'cause I'm having my way (Yeah)

Bad bitch, B.K.

And she got her ass done (Yeah)

And she keep her hair done

Definition, flat iron (Yeah)

And her hair not damaged

She don't know about perms (Uh)

Keep her house real clean

She don't know about germs (ay)

And the shit wasn't handed

Had to earn my turn

And I get my shirts clean

I don't iron what I earn (Yeah)

When niggas take shots it's like they're aiming up

Baby know a gangster need a hug (ay, yeah)

Walked up in the club and through a dub (Uh, yeah)

Niggas went and bought ice and have it on tucked

Niggas get to pointing fingers get in front of the judge (Uh, yeah)

The system ain't gone show a nigga no love (Yeah)

That's why I walk in court, all iced up

You got ice too

Welcome to the ice club (ay, ay)

Bullets get to flying like ice pucks (ay)

In 6th grade, I got hella write-ups

Keeping it real hefty

Would you tell me if you smell me

I know I got a problem can you help me

Help me (ay), can you tell me

If I had to go away, would you wait on me

Do they hate on me, yeah

Do I give a fuck, not really

Seats raspberry

I don't trust myself, I only trust my fucking family

And my casualties

Sitting at the spot

All this gelato, got a cavity

Gotta celery salary

Finna bury my sins under the motherfucking apple tree

Ain't finna make something wrong with me

I ain't hitting the blunt that you motherfucker pass to me

For those who judge me off my skin

I'm young, rich, and black and I'm motherfucking proud to be

Uh huh

Yeah

Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) yeah

Uh huh

Yeah

Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) yeah

Uh huh

Yeah

Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) yeah

Uh huh

Yeah

Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) yeah

Action Figures lyrics - Chief Keef

JT you a fool for this one, nigga

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

One thing 'bout bro (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

He ain't no ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hit you in your nose (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Niggas got no hope (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Run me my dough (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fuckin' slowpoke (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Call up little folks (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Give you a little mo' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

One foot in the door (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Other one in yo' ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm in the 600 S-Class (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Remember I failed my class (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Had to piss, couldn't get a hall pass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Tell a bitch to fill up my bags (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Tell my assistant, pull up my tags (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Diamond shopping, paid all cash (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Pull up like the dash (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

They still judge me off of my past (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

The cops come, I still haul ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Grrat, it's all bad (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

My grandma say kiss her ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ridin' 'round gettin' off the gas (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Be cool 'fore we hawk your ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Niggas steady talkin' bad (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bitch smoking on dolphin ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

She want me to pounce that ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Baby got a donkey ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Pushin' up on that ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

You stinky, funky ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Weed smell like bounce that ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

She pull up, bounce that ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I receive amounts of cash (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ride around like I'm the Mayor (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Say I got longer hair (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

'Bout to get on a Lear (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I got stacks on stacks like layers (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Shrug, as if I care (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Little nigga you ain't shit, I got bit by a bear (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ching-ching when I look in the mirror (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

The bear wanna have a down-stare (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

The bear wanna have a stare-down (Yeah)

Come upstairs, we gon' knock you down (Yeah)

Hey Jericho, we ain't fuckin' 'round (Yeah)

Stop tryna act like you down (Yeah)

Soft-ass nigga

I'm a boss-ass nigga

Shh, no talk ass nigga (Yeah)

I'm a off ass nigga (Yeah)

Okay, nigga (Yeah)

We loaded, nigga (Yeah)

Ain't gon' figure

Turned to an action figure

We ain't gotta blast, nigga

Hit you in your biceps, nigga, ay

I don't like that nigga, ay

I'll fight back, nigga, ay

Some snipe ass nigga, ay

Do you like cash, nigga? Ay

Better chill out, nigga

Zip, body bag, nigga, ay

Take a karate class, nigga, ay

Trap out my regular house, nigga, ay

Some scary-ass nigga

Little dirty-ass nigga, ay

Skrrt, I'm swervin' past, nigga, ay

Little hurting-ass nigga, ay

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Pharrell lyrics - Chief Keef

(JT, you a fool for this one, nigga)

Big bounce, on my cardio

Pumpin' gas, no narco

I be ridin' fast like Mario

Countin' up blue bands

Block hot, need some fuckin' fan

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, uh, yeah, trap, go get a bag, ay

Yeah, foe'nem outside wavin' racks

Yeah, pull up on time, they droppin' flags

Yeah, if we one down, we bouncin' back

Yeah, she pull up to the trap to bounce it back

I pull up to the spot to count the cash

They come through the front, we out the back

This blunt I'm smokin' cost an ounce of crack

Yeah, I took three puffs, I damn near cried

Yeah, she asked me did I love her, I damn near lied

Yeah, it's somethin' 'bout some money, I damn near tried

Yeah, the stove on me, I damn near fire

Yeah, call the plug, jugg, then I fly

(JT, you a fool for this one, nigga)

Yeah, call my bitch up, she down to fire

Told her I call 'em 155

Up in this plane, bitch, I'm really high

Yeah, up to Ha Ha Davis, they's finna die

Yeah, shawty gave me brain, it's just DeVry

Yeah, yeah, wave the sticks around like we tryna kill a fly

Yeah, the school I attended was Real Nigga High

Yeah, you can let me down, I'm still gon' be high

(JT, you a fool for this one, nigga)

Yeah, put the spikes on the road, I'm still gon' get by

I would jump off a plane just to chill in the sky

Face-to-face with the clouds, lookin' at them in the eye

Yeah, boy you know your jewelry buy one, get one free

Yeah, I might look like one, but I'm no fuckin' dummy

ay, yeah, can't make your hood dance like the girl off Honey

Yeah, they goddamn spark it, he thought it was funny

One down, finesse junkie

Yeah, uh

Now I got diamonds in my ear

Who that nigga is? I got no idea

Shh... if I kill (Glatt), they gon' know how I feel

One minute around me, you gon' know I'm real

Yeah, I had to run up that sack

They know it's in my hat, yeah

Hopped out the back of the 'Bach

Uh, go get your gat

We'll take that and your stacks

She love when I pull her tracks

Like son, I pull in the bank

No Facebook, I got status, yeah

Fresh like I got a stylist, backyard like an island

Fill the car by the gallon, baby built like a stallion

5-7 sing like Bryson, wrist sprung, had to ice it

Fresh on the plane, landin' in Bali, ay, yeah

Smooth came with an alley, run it up, this been a rally

Call the rodeo, we skelly, chyeah, yeah

With the dope all in his skully

This Louis used to be a Pelle

This peanut butter uses jelly

Yeah, in a blue room like Belly

Man I got into it with my celly

All of this shit real deli

All the anti niggas need to end me

ay Remy, send 'em some panties

You a bitch, nasty, you shanty, yeah

Up the nina, nick nanny

Put a bullet up in your fanny

In a space suit like Sandy, yeah, glatt

Just take off like NASA

I'm a boss, feelin' like a pastor

I'm smokin' musk like I'm Elon, yeah

Light 'em up like neon

What the fuck these niggas be on?

This shit is me beyond

This shit is beyond me

Jumpin' like a bee on me

Cops used to be on me, yeah

Now I got 'em out my way

Now I'm seein' this money

'Member, used to make 500, yeah

Then I made a thousand

I'm seein' every dollar of my money

Everything you doin', I've done it, yeah

Used to go to school and do school

Big balls in that bitch's stomach

Opps used to be roughin'

We already knew they wasn't on nothin'

Gotta set it off, fuck runnin'

I used to walk around by myself

I'll hit you myself, lil' ass boy, I'm takin' my belt

Oh you wanna be a gangsta, need my help, ay, yeah

Wanna be built, need my step

That's my youngin, throw up my set

Put them jeans ball in my head, yeah

Make the drummer ra-tat-tat

And throw temper tantrums like a brat

Bitch, I'm super up like a stat, yeah

Swing the K at 'em like a bat

Bitch, we rollin' like a frat

Bitch, we slidin' like a snow sled

Granny say boy, go 'head

Just don't touch her forehead

Louis on my forehead

Goin' in for the finger roll

And-1, Jimmy Buckets

Bitch say she a Glo-head, yeah

She know I be on Rodeo

I catch the shit like Odell

Name rings like door bells, yeah

With my dawg, Taco Bells

Stood down like floor nails

I was in her DMs, for real

She like Pharrell, I'm like for real

You over there, baby, come here

The dope got me lookin' Chinese

With twins, I ain't talkin' Siamese

Number one like Kyrie

Face somethin' like an ID, yeah

They love, don't try me

Lil' nigga, come find me

My hand up, come find me, yeah

Send shells at your hiney

She got lips like Kylie

She sing on me like Miley, yeah

And I come and sing like Isley

Baby think she a hypebeast

And she say she like me

And she say she a Pisces

Juiced up like an ICEE

The Cozart (2018)

• Here Ye
• Same
• Chiraq
• Soldier
• Shorty (Remix)
• Clutchin
• Barry Bonds
• Selfish
• Beans & Magazines
• Viral
• Hellcat
• For Right Now
• Keep That
• In There
• Ammunition
• Same (Tylee & Marvel Years Remix)
• Chiraq (eMac Remix) 

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

Mansion Musick (2018)

• Belieber
• Rawlings
• TV On (Big Boss)
• Uh Uh
• Sky Say
• Hand Made
• Get This Money
• Yet
• Part Ways
• Tragedies
• Letter 

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