Bands lyrics - Chief Keef

Ain't nothin' good, ay

DP on the beat

Ain't nothin' good but finger licking bands

Lick off my thumb then I begin

One count, two count, money counting

I left my money counter at home, I'm here to count it

Fuck that nigga, he ain't talkin' money

Call that nigga, he talkin' 'bout money

I be on that money shit

Nigga, you be on that funny shit

Ring ring, what's on my phone? It's money

Ding ding, who's at my home? It's the motherfucking police, fuck 'em, ay

Riding in that foreign right now, ay

Counting on these hundreds right now, ay

I told that fuck nigga, pipe down

'Fore we up these pipes and you get piped down

Glo up, think I see the light now

Niggas snakes, I don't fuck with thy now, ay

I'm a rich nigga right now

Finna go get some money right now, ay

Ain't nothin' good but finger licking bands

Lick off my thumb then I begin

One count, two count, money counting

I left my money counter at home, I'm here to count it

Fuck that nigga, he ain't talkin' money

Call that nigga, he talkin' 'bout money

I be on that money shit

Nigga, you be on that funny shit

I'm runnin' through this money quick

How could I forget not havin' shit?

Now I just be buyin' shit

I'm a money-making nigga, you lil' son of bitch

Walk in the stores, I be tryin' shit

I try it then I buy the bitch

No, I don't buy a bitch

She suck me up for free, I can't deny the shit

Ay, smokin' Tooka pack

Ruger on me, where your Ruger at?

Finger lickin' bands, finger lickin' bands up in my pants, nigga

I'm a walkin' lick, talkin' brick, talkin' shit

You lil' son of bitch get hit with this banana clip

I be poppin' shit, kickin' shit, droppin' shit

Pull up on your block, straight choppin' shit

Pull up on my block and I'm choppin' quick

Swervin', here the coppers is

They behind a nigga, tryna find a nigga (DP on the beat)

But I'm running, nigga, they can't grab a nigga

ASAP Rocky lyrics - Chief Keef

Niggas gon' get it ASAP poppin', nigga

Rocky, nigga, ay

Bang, bang, bang

Nigga, where my money? Need it A$AP Rocky, ay

And we got them pistols, get it ASAP poppin', ay

Nigga want beef, then it's A$AP Rocky, ay

Pull up on 'em, shh, get to ASAP sparkin' (ay)

Nigga, we can do this ASAP doggy

Pull up on your ass with this ASAP doggy, ay

I remember selling A$AP Rocky, ay

Now I be getting ASAP guapy, ay

Shawty wanna top me (Huh?), A$AP Rocky (ay)

And she from Hawaii, we just started talkin'

But I don't give a fuck (Nah), back to the money

Walked up in the bank, walk out laughin', it's funny

I remember sell to junkies, now I'm gettin' Rocky

A$AP Rocky, pull up on 'em, get it poppin'

This bitch pull up on me, treat my dick like Kawasaki

'Cause I be counting guapy and ballin' is my hobby

Runnin' 'round the lobby, ASAP Rocky

Pullin' all the thotties, the thotties with the bodies

Genius, got gold teeth, white diamonds, A$AP Rocky

I be gettin' money, remember running from the squally

Nigga, where my money? Need it A$AP Rocky, ay

And we got them pistols, get it ASAP poppin', ay

Nigga want beef, then it's A$AP Rocky, ay

Pull up on 'em, shh, get to ASAP sparkin' (ay)

Nigga, we can do this ASAP doggy

Pull up on your ass with this ASAP doggy, ay

I remember selling A$AP Rocky, ay

Now I be getting ASAP guapy, ay

I be 'bout my pesos, A$AP Rocky, ay

Nigga wanna send shots, niggas SWAT me, nigga

Got my gun, got bullets for everybody

Ay, and we can do this A$AP Rocky (ASAP)

We can do this A$AP Ferg (A$AP Ferg)

Nigga I got ASAP birds (I got ASAP brr)

I ain't talkin' bricks, I'm talking Lugers

If you want it, I pull up, do you the worst (Pull up and do you)

What you want? I got it, pull up on the curb (Pull up on the, ay)

Street slanging, straight birds, so absurd (So, ay)

You missed yourself, and if you pussy you'll get stirred (Pussy, you'll get, ay)

Pistols bangin', we don't talk, we gon' skrrt (Bang, bang)

Nigga, where my money? Need it A$AP Rocky, ay

And we got them pistols, get it ASAP poppin', ay

Nigga want beef, then it's A$AP Rocky, ay

Pull up on 'em, shh, get to ASAP sparkin' (ay)

Nigga, we can do this ASAP doggy

Pull up on your ass with this ASAP doggy, ay

I remember selling A$AP Rocky, ay

Now I be getting ASAP guapy, ay

Fair lyrics - Chief Keef

Big bear

Big bear roarin'

DP on the beat

Ay

I'm the youngest flexer I know, it ain't fair

Pull up in that motherfuckin' big bear

I'm the youngest flexer I know, it ain't fair

Where I'm from, ain't shit fair

Young nigga snatchin' phones just to get fed

Run up in a nigga home just to get him

And they'll drive a steamer just to get there

'Cause they thought they had a lick on Big Fair

Remember runnin' in bitches' cribs and niggas' cribs

Takin' TV's and everything we see

DVD's and every DVD, ay

CD players and every CD, ay

Might find some cash, just might find a heat

We splittin' if you went in with me

My baby mama from Tennessee

I got some shooters in Tennessee

And they gon' shoot you in your teeth

Run up on you for ten of them keys

Ten of them P's

I'm the youngest flexer I know, it ain't fair

Pull up in that motherfuckin' big bear

I'm the youngest flexer I know, it ain't fair

Where I'm from, ain't shit fair

Young nigga snatchin' phones just to get fed

Run up in a nigga home just to get him

And they'll drive a steamer just to get there

'Cause they thought they had a lick on Big Fair

I come from Parkway Gardens

It's O-Block now

Front Street shit

Bitch, I'm from Front Street, bitch

061, we out totin' and I'm holdin' one

Come through, we love blowin' guns

Blowin' guns, just for fun

On 061, got some shooters on 061

And they'll do you on 061

Off the counter on 061

I'm the youngest flexer I know, it ain't fair

Pull up in that motherfuckin' big bear

I'm the youngest flexer I know, it ain't fair

Where I'm from, ain't shit fair

Young nigga snatchin' phones just to get fed

Run up in a nigga home just to get him

And they'll drive a steamer just to get there

'Cause they thought they had a lick on Big Fair

Sleepy lyrics - Chief Keef

Ay

Bang bang, nigga

Gang gang

Sos', baby

Gang, nigga

Bang, nigga

Gang, nigga

Bang, nigga, ay

Gang, nigga

(I told 'em sleep is for the rich)

I am sleepy, I am sleepy

I am sleepy, drankin' sleepy

But, I ain't gon' go to sleep, 'cause I am greedy, ay

Where that money? Gotta get them fft, beepies

Don't watch me, nigga, watch TV

Are you sleepy? I am sleepy

I be up day and night 'cause I am greedy

Pick the check up in my car and I'm fleein'

Dope got me tweakin', Xans got you sleepin'

Nigga, no sleepin', dope got me reekin'

This thot Puerto Rican, that's what she speakin'

Me, I talk money, that's what I be speakin'

Niggas diss sneakin', ridin' 'round with heaters

I don't like speakin', I don't want a feature

Bye, bye, Felicia, I can fuck my teacher

Niggas talkin' tweakin', ay, I'm a fuckin' tweaker

I'm the Grim Reaper, I'm so fuckin' evil

My reefer is a keeper, I smoke it, get tree-treed up

You's a fuckin' Tweeter, me and my pistol keep up

I'm ridin' with my heater, I'm a Glo Gang front-streeter

I am sleepy, I am sleepy

I am sleepy, drankin' sleepy

But, I ain't gon' go to sleep, 'cause I am greedy, ay

Where that money? Gotta get them fft, beepies

Don't watch me, nigga, watch TV

Are you sleepy? I am sleepy

I be up day and night 'cause I am greedy

Pick the check up in my car and I'm fleein'

Worries lyrics - Chief Keef

Pull up on a hot block in a hot car

With a hot thot, with a gun with some hot stuff

Pull up on a thot block, here the thots come

Runnin' up to my car, like, "Sosa, can I have some?"

Pull up on an opp block with a lot of guns

With a lot of shooters just to shoot 'em, make them niggas run

Pulled up smokin' weed, rollin' weed, loadin' heat

I ain't got no worries 'cause I'm gettin' money

Pull up on a flat block just to get flats

Then I pull off, pop a flat, now I'm gettin' that

Bitches say I'm gettin' fat but I don't drink no six-packs

I'm flexing with this six-pack, six grand my Fitch hat

Pull up on a hot block in a hot car

With a hot thot, with a gun with some hot stuff

Pull up on a thot block, here the thots come

Runnin' up to my car, like, "Sosa, can I have some?"

Pull up on an opp block with a lot of guns

With a lot of shooters just to shoot 'em, make them niggas run

Pulled up smokin' weed, rollin' weed, loadin' heat

I ain't got no worries 'cause I'm gettin' money

Pulled up to the liquor pen and I get ten fifths of Henn'

Pull up to the studio, tryna make some hits again

And I got all this damn ink, bitch tryna read my tats again

Said she like the smell on me, smokin' that shit from Pakistan

30 thousand in these Trues, hundred dollars for these shoes

Five hundred dollars for these Trues, 200 thousand for this coupe

Parkin' my car in handicap, ticket, big deal, can beat that

Pull up on my plug like, "Where the weed at?"

I need that, hand me that

Pull up on a hot block in a hot car

With a hot thot, with a gun with some hot stuff

Pull up on a thot block, here the thots come

Runnin' up to my car, like, "Sosa, can I have some?"

Pull up on an opp block with a lot of guns

With a lot of shooters just to shoot 'em, make them niggas run

Pulled up smokin' weed, rollin' weed, loadin' heat

I ain't got no worries 'cause I'm gettin' money

Wet lyrics - Chief Keef

DP Beats

I get a nigga wet, get a bitch wet

I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet

Say I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet

Ay, I get a nigga wet, and I get a nitch wet

If that nigga act up, ay, then he gettin' wet

And that bitch she wanna fuck, 'cause she gettin' wet

If that nigga act up, ay, then he gettin' wet

I said that bitch she wanna fuck, ay, 'cause she gettin' wet

And that's wet and that's that, ay

I just bought a new click-clack, and it's wet, ay

Wet means that's that fuckin' thirty, ay

It's that fucking thing with thirty in it, ay

Click-clack, let that fuckin' thirty bang, ay

My thot say she be havin' wet dreams

I'm somewhere dreaming, sippin' on a pint, ay

You think you rollin' 'cause you sippin' on a K, ay

Who that there? It's a bird, it's a plane, ay

Pull up on the curb and then I slang, ay

Now I got keys to the Phantom

Now I got some keys to my mansion, ay

She wanna fuck me 'cause she say she wet

I'm smokin' lovely, feel like I'm the best

Boy, disrespect me, you gon' get wet

I'm flexin' on niggas like bench press

I get a nigga wet, get a bitch wet

I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet

Say I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet

Ay, I get a nigga wet, and I get a nitch wet

If that nigga act up, ay, then he gettin' wet

And that bitch she wanna fuck, 'cause she gettin' wet

If that nigga act up, ay, then he gettin' wet

I said that bitch she wanna fuck, ay, 'cause she gettin' wet

I done got my dope wet, where the dope at?

Don't want my old hoes back, where the hoes at?

Where the thots at? I got the thot pack

It's a gamble with your life, where my pipe at?

He don't want to get wet, what kind of shit is that?

Nina gonna get you wet, 'cause she made for that

Run up in your house wet, ay

A young nigga from the projects, ay

That bitch ask where I'm going, I said, "To the top"

That bitch ask what I'm doing, I said, "Gettin' gwap"

That bitch wanna know too much, she wanna know my spot

She wanna know where I hang out, she wanna count my gwap

But she can't 'cause I don't trust no one, ay

I got my gun, I ain't for no one

What you wearin', bitch? Wanna know where I'm at, bitch?

I got trust issues right along with my gat, bitch

Where lyrics - Chief Keef

DP on the beat

Nigga, where your shooters at?

They ain't shootin' at nobody, I know

Scorch you with that FN

Put his face on Forgiatos, auto

Running from the cops, bitch

I'm ducking potholes, I know

I just got a Ruger pack

Two twin Rugers and two Glock Four-O's, oh

Nigga, where your shooters at?

They ain't shootin' at nobody, I know, I know

Scorch you with that FN

Put your face on Forgiatos-oh-oh

Running from the cops, bitch

And I'm ducking potholes-oh-oh

I just got a Ruger pack

Two twin Rugers and two Glock Four-O-O's

2010 Jeep S-R-T, that's my old school

They like was little Sosa the recipe?

Nigga, that's old new-ew-ews

Slow down for this group

Had to spin a Benz like woo

I swear that money my boo

Riding around with my tool

This just what I do

I just been looping that loop

This bitch wanna give me that coupe

That ain't even what I'm tryna do

Baby girl, I want top

What the fuck wrong with you?

Only fix shit I shoot

Ask questions later, that too

Up this motherfuckin' Glock

Little D-Lo with that tool

Bop with your motherfuckin' crew

'Cause you scared that I'm finna shoot

Nigga, where your shooters at?

They ain't shootin' at nobody, I know

Scorch you with that FN

Put his face on Forgiatos, auto

Running from the cops, bitch

I'm ducking potholes, I know

I just got a Ruger pack

Two twin Rugers and two Glock Four-O's, oh

Nigga, where your shooters at?

They ain't shootin' at nobody, I know, I know

Scorch you with that FN

Put your face on Forgiatos-oh-oh

Running from the cops, bitch

And I'm ducking potholes-oh-oh

I just got a Ruger pack

Two twin Rugers and two Glock Four-O-O's

DP on the beat

Need It lyrics - Chief Keef

DP Beats

I'm weeded

No stressing, girl. Nada. I'm weeded. Ay

Yeah, that's cool. Ay

Yeah, that's cool

I fucked her on top of Temp'

Bang, bang

I fucked her on top of Tempur-Pedic (Tempur-Pedic)

Tryna stress me girl, nada, I don't need it (I don't need it)

No stressing, no nada, I'm weeded

Interest me, if not, I won't believe it (DP on the beat)

I fucked her on top of Tempur-Pedic (Tempur-Pedic)

Tryna'stress me, girl, nada, I don't need it

No stressing, no nada, I'm weeded

Interest me, if not, I won't believe it

He flexin' like I'm not, I don't believe it

Check out my watch. Check out his watch. Is his teeny?

These lessons I'm teaching, they taught me it

My God blessed me. I'm flexing, walking it

Pull up for that money, I'm walking it

Pulled your thot, I catch her, I'm freezin' (Get your thot)

I live this, no, I'm not talking it (Nah, I don't talk)

That money, yeah, I be stalking it (That cash I stalk)

Got your bitch at midnight, freezin' (I froze your ho)

Pull up with your heat if you are with it (You with the war)

Please do not IG or tweet it (Don't tweet it, no)

The feds watching, I do no snitchin' (No snitchin', no)

I spend money, I do no bitchin' (No bitchin', no)

I make money, I use no kitchens (No kitchens, no)

Niggas washed up and I'll do those dishes (I'll do those dishes though)

I'm topped up and I need more attention (I need more attention)

That thot, I fucked her, she's in love (She's in love)

She's like, "Know Chief Keef? He's a drug" (Drug)

Cops like, "Know Chief Keef? He's a thug" (A thug)

Niggas like, "Chief Keef? No, he's a scrub" (A scrub)

But I'm countin' benjis, no bucks (No bucks)

And thots, I'm fuckin' plenty, so what? (So what?)

I be like, "You gon' let me in them panties or what?" (Them panties or what?)

Is you with me just like Wendy or what? (Wendy or what?)

I fucked her on top of Tempur-Pedic (Tempur-Pedic)

Tryna stress me girl, nada, I don't need it (I don't need it)

No stressing, no nada, I'm weeded

Interest me, if not, I won't believe it

I fucked her on top of Tempur-Pedic (Tempur-Pedic)

Tryna'stress me, girl, nada, I don't need it

No stressing, no nada, I'm weeded

Interest me, if not, I won't believe it

He flexin' like I'm not, I don't believe it

Check out my watch, check out his watch, is his teeny?

These lessons I'm teaching, they taught me it

My God blessed me, I'm flexing, walking it

The Leek 6 (2018)

• OK Koolaid
• D-Line
• Getting Dough
• Silly
• Kongoz
• Coulda Bought A Jet
• Red
• Glo
• Call Me What U Want
• Have My Baby
• Mix It Up
• Lots Of Thots 

OK Koolaid lyrics - Chief Keef

OK, cool

OK, cool

OK, cool

Money on my mind, okay, cool

Money on my line, okay, cool

If you get money all the time, okay, cool

And if you don't, ay, okay, cool

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

OK (OK, cool)

OK (OK, cool)

OK (OK, cool)

OK (OK, cool)

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

OK, okay, okay, Kool-Aid (ay)

I don't fuck with niggas, no it ain't cool (ay)

I was eatin' noodles, sippin' drank, Kool-Aid

World wanna know what's in my drank, Kool-Aid

Take look up in my bank, Kool-Aid

What my dick like? Say it tastes like Kool-Aid

When yo bitch see me, she fiendin' on Kool-Aid

Take 50 out the bank, not Kool-Aid

They ain't cool

OK, cool, bitch, my tool go with my shoes (ay)

They ain't cool

OK, cool, bitch, my tool go with my shoes (ay)

Money on my mind, okay, cool

Money on my line, okay, cool

If you get money all the time, okay, cool

And if you don't, ay, okay, cool

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

OK (OK, cool)

OK (OK, cool)

OK (OK, cool)

OK (OK, cool)

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

OK, Kool-Aid (OK, cool)

D-Line lyrics - Chief Keef

Baby girl, I'm high as the D...

Baby girl, I'm high as the D line

We got Glocks and chops up in the D line

My niggas posted like a street sign

It's a penalty if you cross that fucking D line

Baby girl, I'm high as the D line

We got Glocks and chops up in the D line

My niggas posted up like a street sign

It's a penalty, you crossed that fucking D line

D line

D line

Who wanna work Almighty D line?

Trapping out a mil' fast at the D line

Posted at the D line

Smoking dope up out the D line

You want some blows? You at this D line

Are you working for the pos? Tell on me hah

Bitch, it's just The Book Of Eli

Don't be tryna rob the D line, it's the beehive

Get your dumb ass stinged now

Get hit with 30 shots three times

She sucked my dick, that bitch GBE now

And she did it at the D line

My niggas throwing up the peace sign

I be throwing up it three times

How many you want, 50? Boy, I only got 23

Just came back with 'bout 60

'Fore you came back, switchin' licks, pass it to me

Bang

Baby girl, I'm high as the D line

We got Glocks and chops up in the D line

My niggas posted up like a street sign

It's a penalty, you crossed that fucking D line

D line

D line

Who wanna work Almighty D Line?

Trapping out a mil' fast at the D line

Getting Dough lyrics - Chief Keef

I be getting dough (Getting dough, getting dough, getting dough)

I be getting dough (Getting dough, getting dough, getting dough)

I'm smoking dope, got pound and hoes and you know (Pounds and hoes)

I be getting dough (I be getting dough, I be getting dough)

I be getting dough (I be getting dough, I be getting dough)

I be getting dough (I be getting dough)

I fucked your hoe, kicked her out the door

Told her don't come back no more

'Cause I be getting dough, ay, ay, ay

I be getting dough, ay

I be getting dough, smokin' dope with my pole

I be getting dough, fucking hoes with my bros

I be getting dough, ridin' 'round my city

I be getting dough, ridin' 'round with my fifty, ay

I be getting dough

I be fucking hoes and I be spending rolls

I don't spend rolls on hoes, that's a no no, ay

You know how I rock and how I roll, though

I'ma spend it on some clothes though

Spend it on some furniture for my house, though

Spend it on two thousand on a couch, though

Spent three thousand on my mattress just to slouch on

What your house on?

I'm only 18 with a house long

It's Yao Ming

My house so long that I can walk into my car

I be getting dough (Getting dough, getting dough, getting dough)

I be getting dough (Getting dough, getting dough, getting dough)

I'm smoking dope, got pound and hoes and you know (Pounds and hoes)

I be getting dough (I be getting dough, I be getting dough)

I be getting dough (I be getting dough, I be getting dough)

I be getting dough (I be getting dough)

I fucked your hoe, kicked her out the door

Told her don't come back no more

'Cause I be getting dough, ay, ay, ay (I be gettin' dough)

I be getting dough, ay

Silly lyrics - Chief Keef

These niggas silly, ayy, ayy

And I'm a bully (I'm a bully, Sos')

He say he want beef and y'all know he shouldn't (Know he shouldn't, ayy)

'Cause bricks can't stop these bullets (Bricks can't stop these bullets, Sos')

My gun the only thing on me pussy (The only thing on me pussy, Sos')

Bust a nigga in a minute (Bust a nigga in a minute, Sos')

It ain't gon' stop shooting 'til I'm finished (It ain't gon' stop shooting 'til I'm finished, Sos')

I was out and now I'm back in it (I was out and now I'm back in it, Sos')

Ayy, ayy, she see my house, now she wanna go in it

That bitch seen my car, now she wanna get in it

Pants cost two thousand but it's seventeen in 'em

And I be ballin' on purpose like motherfuck the refereein'

We got cop Glocks and opp shots

Fuck the cops, we got lullabies

'Nother fuck nigga try to drive-by

We gon' fire his car up

Ayy, smokin' on ganja

On the block with all 300 women

We don't put in the videos, nah, no

Bitch that's free promotions

We ain't promotin' no hoes, no

Bitches gotta suck on the Glo, though

But you already know, though

Who made that thot worse off

These niggas silly, ayy, ayy

And I'm a bully (I'm a bully, Sos')

He say he want beef and y'all know he shouldn't (Know he shouldn't, ayy)

'Cause bricks can't stop these bullets (Bricks can't stop these bullets, Sos')

My gun the only thing on me pussy (The only thing on me pussy, Sos')

Bust a nigga in a minute (Bust a nigga in a minute, Sos')

It ain't gon' stop shooting 'til I'm finished (It ain't gon' stop shooting 'til I'm finished, Sos')

I was out and now I'm back in it (I was out and now I'm back in it, Sos')

These niggas silly

Just know this Glo Gang fuckin' somethin' up

I'm off a pilly

Disrespect, I put you under

We got them millys

Fuck niggas know that they ain't on nothin'

You wanna get silly?

Leave you bloody like a town park

I'm off this Cali, got me stupid high

Just spent some racks, got me super fly

Sneak dissin', you can die

We ride with big thirties cocked, you can take two to the eye

Run in the trap, we holdin' them racks

You want it or not? You can decide

You with me, against me, or pushed to the side?

'Cause if you not then I'm gon' push your shit to the side

These niggas silly, ayy, ayy

And I'm a bully (I'm a bully, Sos')

He say he want beef and y'all know he shouldn't (Know he shouldn't, ayy)

'Cause bricks can't stop these bullets (Bricks can't stop these bullets, Sos')

My gun the only thing on me pussy (The only thing on me pussy, Sos')

Bust a nigga in a minute (Bust a nigga in a minute, Sos')

It ain't gon' stop shooting 'til I'm finished (It ain't gon' stop shooting 'til I'm finished, Sos')

I was out and now I'm back in it (I was out and now I'm back in it, Sos')

Kongoz lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

[Chief Keef:]

Congo, congo

She twerk it to the congo

Congos, them guns sound like congos

My jits do this for fun, ho

And they love lettin' guns blow

Huh, congos, she twerk it to the congos

God, y'all some broke boys

Should've worked at the carnival

Huh, congos, them guns sound like congos

My jits do this for fun, ho

And they love lettin' guns blow

Huh, congos, she twerk it to the congos

God, y'all some broke boys

Should've worked at the carnival

Huh, carnival, should've worked at the carnival

You ain't getting no bucks, boy

Should've worked at the carnival, huh

I ain't never snitched in my life

Fuck with me, you know you gon' die (Huh)

It's 300 of us and know we gon' ride

Used to tote pistols and you know we don't fight

Why everybody wanna be me?

And all these boys wanna work for Chief Keef (Huh)

In each one of the opps, I see me

I swear each one of the opps wan' be me (Huh)

This shit fucked up at an all-time high

Mouse said, "Don't get smoked," well bitch, don't get fried

Squad, we everywhere and we don't get tried

Sucking my dick, don't talk, give top (Huh)

Opp bitches low-key love Chief Keef

These opp bitches low-key love GB (Huh)

I'm getting tree-tree, getting head by KeKe (Huh)

Thirty in my ning-ding, think it's a drill, bitch, ding ding (Huh)

Congos, them guns sound like congos

My jits do this for fun, ho

And they love lettin' guns blow

Huh, congos, she twerk it to the congos

God, y'all some broke boys

Should've worked at the carnival

Huh, congos, them guns sound like congos

My jits do this for fun, ho

And they love lettin' guns blow

Huh, congos, she twerk it to the congos

God, y'all some broke boys

Should've worked at the carnival

Huh, carnival, should've worked at the carnival

You ain't getting no bucks, boy

Should've worked at the carnival, huh

[Tadoe:]

Gun smoke, you tweak with gang, gun show

All my niggas for none, keep big guns with drums, boom

Get smoked, hit his face, his throat

Got blood over my clothes, body bag zipped, though

All these niggas wanna be me (Be me)

They say I'm in it, I'm on TV (TV)

But I gotta ride with big thirties (Thirties)

The opps think they're gonna murk me

Want war, these fuck niggas want war

I catch you at the corner store

I'm one up with the score (Baow)

Red dot, headshot, feds hot

Watchin' his spot 'cause I dropped his ass on the block, boom

Congos, dirty bopper, drumroll

The wild boy jungle

Killin' your parents, where your mom go? Boom

Convo, no time for the convo

We smokin' on jungle, in the condo countin' hunchos (Them racks)

[Chief Keef:]

Congos, them guns sound like congos

My jits do this for fun, ho

And they love lettin' guns blow

Huh, congos, she twerk it to the congos

God, y'all some broke boys

Should've worked at the carnival

Huh, congos, them guns sound like congos

My jits do this for fun, ho

And they love lettin' guns blow

Huh, congos, she twerk it to the congos

God, y'all some broke boys

Should've worked at the carnival

Huh, carnival, should've worked at the carnival

You ain't getting no bucks, boy

Should've worked at the carnival, huh

Coulda Bought A Jet lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. OJ Da Juiceman)

[OJ Da Juiceman:]

Hundred 'round my wrist, three hundred thousand on my neck, yeah

Watch me flex, baby girl, I'm a walking check

I'm a bag, I'm a sack, make these ho niggas upset

What I spent on a crib, could've went and bought a jet

Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex

Man, I could've bought a jet

Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex

Man, I could've bought a jet

[Chief Keef:]

What I spent on my watch, man, I could've bought a brick

My money so long, I think I should've bought some sticks

Man, I get so high, I think I could belong in heaven

We brought the choppers out, the boys like, "Look, they showin' TECs"

Watch me by my Ls, middle finger to Shondale

I smoke a lot of Ls and don't care if I rot in hell

I'm a walking ATM, man, I swear I'm a talkin' mil'

'Cause what I spent on a car, man, I could've bought a crib

Flex, finesse, flex, finesse

See that money, bitch, I get, watch me thumb through a check

Like splash, splash, splash, splash

Man I could've bought a jet with a big booty bitch

Flex, flex, flex, flex

What I spent on my rims, I could've paid your rent

Flex, flex, finesse, finesse

I could've bought a Range Rover with this cash I'm throwing, flex

[OJ Da Juiceman:]

Hundred 'round my wrist, three hundred thousand on my neck, yeah

Watch me flex, baby girl, I'm a walking check

I'm a bag, I'm a sack, make these ho niggas upset

What I spent on a crib, could've went and bought a jet

Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex

Man, I could've bought a jet

Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex

Man, I could've bought a jet

Hundred 'round my wrist, three hundred thousand on my neck, yeah

Watch me flex, baby girl, I'm a walking check

I'm a bag, I'm a sack, make these ho niggas upset

What I spent on a crib, could've went and bought a jet

Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex

Man, I could've bought a jet

Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex

Man, I could've bought a jet

Hundred 'round my wrist, three hundred thousand on my neck, yeah

Watch me flex, baby girl, I'm a walking check

I'm a bag, I'm a sack, make these ho niggas upset

What I spent on a crib, could've went and bought a jet

Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex

Man, I could've bought a jet

Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex

Man, I could've bought a jet

Red lyrics - Chief Keef

I got 50 shots on me, I'ma blow it at ya, nigga

I'ma blow it at every fucking brick ass nigga that's with 'em

Where the hoes at? 'Cause I got some dope and some lean and some liquor

And you know that, I'm getting money, that's why my fingers always itching

Let a nigga try to take it, his ass gon' get 80

Shots all up in his ass, all up in his head

He tried to take my cash, he ended up dead

My gun was all black, it ended up red

I got 50 shots in my gun

Too much on my mind

Can't trust niggas in my eyes

They snakes ass niggas whole time, yeah

Hoes all on my line

This shit going too far

Gotta bulletproof my car

Might send shots at one of my opps, yeah

Hollows all up in my gun

Better hope they don't hit your spine

Your ass gon' be done

Heard you had a history, you can't run

They used to have you running with the gun

Now yo ass can't run

Bullets chase you for me 'cause I can't run

'Cause I got kush all in my lungs

Got so many guns, get shot, which one?

Knock a nigga hand off, now he can't hold no guns

Got shot, now his legs off, now that nigga can't run

Now that nigga can't run

I got 50 shots on me, I'ma blow it at ya, nigga

I'ma blow it at every fucking brick ass nigga that's with 'em

Where the hoes at? 'Cause I got some dope and some lean and some liquor

And you know that, I'm getting money, that's why my fingers always itching

Let a nigga try to take it, his ass gon' get 80

Shots all up in his ass, all up in his head

He tried to take my cash, he ended up dead

My gun was all black, it ended up red

Glo lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

[Chief Keef:]

Up this loud

Counting a bankroll

Got my gun on me right now

Bang, I'm flaming up this loud

I'm counting a bankroll

I got my gun on me right now

A nigga try me, I'ma let it blow

Niggas know I ain't no coward

'Cause bitch I'm from the O

I'm finna buy this coat for fucking 3000

'Cause bitch I'm finna glo

I'm flaming loud, riding 'round with them bangers out

Catch a nigga lacking, then his brains is out

Pull up on his ass then shoot his windows out

You ain't saying Glo Gang, what you whispering 'bout?

Don't make me bring them MACs and Scottie Pippens out

Michael Jordan, Durants, Dirk Nowitzkis out

Giving bitches ass gold showers like my dick was out

But it's just my chain, how it glistens, wow

That's why I got 30 carats, no Bugs Bunny though

Laughing to the bank baby, ain't shit funny though

Bitch I'm fat, look at my tummy though

'Cause I'm eating good, 'member when I wasn't though

3000 dollar jacket, in it 40 though

Take a look at my set, I got this .40 though

This bitch wonderful

And I call my nine my Wonder Woman though

Bang, I'm flaming up this loud

I'm counting a bankroll

I got my gun on me right now

A nigga try me, I'ma let it blow

Niggas know I ain't no coward

'Cause bitch I'm from the O

I'm finna buy this coat for fucking 3000

'Cause bitch I'm finna glo

[Tadoe:]

Tooka!

I'm smoking on this loud

This shit is wonderful

Got a Glock with a 50

I'll let this bitch blow

All this fucking sneak dissing

I'm gon' be at yo front door

All this fucking reminiscing

Smoking on this dope (Tooka)

If you tweak I'ma shoot ya

Don't make yo fucking grandma fucking lose ya, you lil' sucka

You done fucked up, lil' fucka

Pistol on me, it'll touch ya

All that talking, you done fucked up

When I pull up out the truck, buck

Bucka bucka bah brratah

See a opp, you better duck duck

You look tough, huh?

Get the MAC, it's macaroni time

[Chief Keef:]

Bang, I'm flaming up this loud

I'm counting a bankroll

I got my gun on me right now

A nigga try me, I'ma let it blow

Niggas know I ain't no coward

'Cause bitch I'm from the O

I'm finna buy this coat for fucking 3000

'Cause bitch I'm finna glo

Call Me What U Want lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

[Chief Keef:]

Damn, Tadoe man, I'm serious man

Stay off that molly man, shit fuck you up

You already slow as shit

Let's get this guap with me

[Tadoe:]

He do molly, God, he's slow

I got money, call me what you want

She a thottie, she give me throat

She hide the stash, she selling dope

I got a bag, you niggas broke

You niggas sad, it's not a joke

You got that cash, you getting poled

And I'm still banging, nigga, call me what you want

[Chief Keef:]

He get money? Yeah, bitch

But that don't mean you gon' get my shit, bitch

You got some molly? Yeah, bitch

I know you wanna get off the shits, bitch

That nigga a brick? He a bitch

Bitch you know I don't fuck with bricks, bitch

I send my hittas, he a snitch

And, bitch, you know I don't fuck with snitches, bitch

I'll kill any nigga, bitch

'Cause this shit not chocolate

Niggas act just like some bitches

Niggas acting like the opposites

I just bought another 50

'Cause niggas came in my house and shit

But you know Chief So ain't tripping

'Cause I'm getting guap and shit

Call me what you want, bitch

I'm still King Almighty

I was cooling smoking dope bitch

But you know I gotta have my gun

How you gon' call Sosa and you broke, bitch?

Waiting on the first of the month

You should've waited a lil' more, bitch

Now you broke once again

[Tadoe:]

He do molly, God, he's slow

I got money, call me what you want

She a thottie, she give me throat

She hide the stash, she selling dope

I got a bag, you niggas broke

You niggas sad, it's not a joke

You got that cash, you getting poled

And I'm still banging, nigga, call me what you want

Have My Baby lyrics - Chief Keef

(WichoBeatz)

Only thing I wanna know is can you... my baby, my baby

My baby, my baby?

(LkOnTheBeat)

Only thing I wanna know is can you have my baby, my baby?

(Domeno)

My baby, my baby

(Intelonthebeat)

When you put on your makeup, you drive me crazy

Make me think I wanna have a baby

Where'd you come from, with all these statements?

Only thing I wanna know is, can you have my baby, my baby

My baby, my baby?

Only thing I wanna know is, can you have my baby, my baby

My baby, my baby?

Only thing I wanna know is, can you have my baby?

Can you have my baby?

Don't look crazy

What we gon' name it?

Beamer Mercedes

Let's make some arrangements

Let's have an wrangler

Or ballet dancing

Can you hit my blunt? Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe

But it gon' kill you, and I need you to have my baby

Baby, baby, baby

Keep my kid up and you can have money blowing like an AC

AC, AC, AC

I know I be on that hot stuff but my neck cold like a ICEE

A ICEE, ICEE, ICEE

She don't want no kids with no other nigga 'cause ain't no nigga like me

When you put on your makeup, you drive me crazy

Make me think I wanna have a baby

Where'd you come from, with all these statements?

Only thing I wanna know is, can you have my baby, my baby

My baby, my baby?

Only thing I wanna know is, can you have my baby, my baby

My baby, my baby?

Only thing I wanna know is, can you have my baby?

Mix It Up lyrics - Chief Keef

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

Skrrt

(Protege Beatz)

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

Skrrt

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

Skrrt, Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

Mix it up with something, mix it up with something

Mix it up with something, mix it up with something

I took a Xan, I mixed it up with something

It was that Hen, I mixed it up with something

Mix it up with something, mix it up with something

Mix it up with something, mix it up with something

I took them bands, I mixed it up with something

Them rubber bands, I mixed it up with something

Took my car, I mixed it on them Forgis

Took my gun, mixed it with a fucking orgy, that's a long clip

With a lot of fucking bullets

Shoot yo fucking ass if you try to bull it

Tity Boi, ridin' 'round and get it (ay)

And you know it's mines, you know I spend it (ay)

Lil Jon, A-Town stomp a nigga (ay)

Balling no NBA, I ain't humping niggas (ay)

But I get that pump and pump a nigga

Shoot him in his temple, God forgive him (ay)

I was mixing dope, left all the paraphernalia (ay)

I'ma dope seller, motherfuckin' nigga (ay)

Niggas say they trapping but they ain't (ay)

These fake trappers gon' make me faint (ay)

I'm on my way to the bank, ha-ha-ha (ay)

Is you mad or nah? (ay)

Mix it up with something, mix it up with something

Mix it up with something, mix it up with something

I took a Xan, I mixed it up with something

It was that Hen, I mixed it up with something

Mix it up with something, mix it up with something

Mix it up with something, mix it up with something

I took them bands, I mixed it up with something

Them rubber bands, I mixed it up with something

Dope so good they thought I mixed it up with something

Coke so good they thought I mixed it up with something

My swag so good they thought I mixed it up with something

These thots steady wanting, these thots want my money

My watch so icy, thought I mixed it up with something

My chain so icy, thought I mixed it up with something

These niggas, they don't like me, thought I'm mixing up or something

Switching up or something, but I'm just getting money (ay)

Getting to these hundreds, fingering this money (ay)

Sipping on this Hen, making bitches cum and

Making bitches vomit, see me, they done fainted

Niggas getting painted, one shot, that nigga fainted

I like Audis, not Maseratis

Pull up, we gon' shoot up the party

Ain't no whoa kemosabe

Or peace nigga, we about that war, B

Mix it up with something, mix it up with something

Mix it up with something, mix it up with something

I took a Xan, I mixed it up with something

It was that Hen, I mixed it up with something

Mix it up with something, mix it up with something

Mix it up with something, mix it up with something

I took them bands, I mixed it up with something

Them rubber bands, I mixed it up with something

Lots Of Thots lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Ballout)

[Chief Keef & Ballout:]

Blind a thot with my watch, attract thots with my car

And two thots in my car

(M-M-M-Murda)

I blind a thot with my watch (Thots), attract thots with my car (Thots)

Got a lot of niggas hating (Niggas), lot of thots on my cock (Thots)

I switch hoes, like I switch clothes 'cause I got lots of thots (Thots)

Lots of gold, lots of bankrolls, I got lots of guap (Guap)

I got a lot of thots (Thots), I got a lot of thots (Ballout)

My bitches know they gotta play they role 'cause I got lots of thots

I got lots of thots, I got lots of thots

I should OT a lot of thots, I got lots of thots

[Ballout:]

GBE, 300, bitch, we got a lot of blocks (Squad)

Disrespect my block, bitch nigga, that's a lot of shots

We got thirties in them Glocks (Boom boom)

Bitch, this my trap spot (Trap spot)

Block full of work (Got the work), block full of thots (Thotties)

All they do is jock, you better watch for the cops (Coppers)

My block is so hot, summertime, don't get robbed (Bah)

We'll rob you for your guap, but I got a lot of guap (Got a lot of guap)

I got a lot of thots (Thotties)

I got a lot of diamonds glistening in my Jacob watch (Bling)

I carry a lot of loads (Bricks)

Ask Sosa if you ain't know (What?)

We put that damn 458 Ferrari on the road

Pull up to all them shows (Shows)

Fucking all them hoes (Hoes)

We got a lot of thots (Thotties)

[Chief Keef & Ballout:]

Blind a thot with my watch, attract thots with my car

And two thots in my car

(M-M-M-Murda)

I blind a thot with my watch (Thots), attract thots with my car (Thots)

Got a lot of niggas hating (Niggas), lot of thots on my cock (Thots)

I switch hoes, like I switch clothes 'cause I got lots of thots (Thots)

Lots of gold, lots of bankrolls, I got lots of guap (Guap)

I got a lot of thots (Thots), I got a lot of thots (Thots)

My bitches know they gotta play they role 'cause I got lots of thots (Murda)

I got lots of thots, I got lots of thots

I should OT a lot of thots, I got lots of thots

Back From The Dead 3 (2018)

• Glatt
• Just What It Be Like
• Vietnam
• Bestie
• Baseball Bat
• Keep It Lit
• Gated
• Free Smoke
• Booty Call
• Jones Indiana
• Black Proud
• Action Figures
• Pharrell 

Glatt lyrics - Chief Keef

Glatt, glatt, glatt, glatt-glatt

Glatt, glatt, glatt, glatt-glatt

Yeah (Glatt)

Yeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)

Ay, chyeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt)

Yeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt)

Yeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt)

Yeah (Glatt, glatt)

Ay, chyeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)

He an imposter, ay, turn him to pasta, ay

Foe got that blih, ay, he make it wobble, ay

Corn on the cobble, chopper lob 'em, ay

Check my Rollie, I can't tell it, ay

Groove back, Stella, ay, I live in Ella, ay (LA)

Where the umbrella? Ay, think it's drizzlin', ay

Niggas my children, such a feelin', ay

Causin' a blizzard, ay, feel like a wizard, ay

Turn you to gizzards, just pour up the sizzurp, ay

Roll up with scissors, give me the trimmers, ay

These niggas alkies, foe a mummy

I pray I don't OD, we only four deep, yeah

Yeah (Glatt)

Yeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)

Ay, chyeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt)

Yeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt)

Yeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt)

Yeah (Glatt, glatt)

Ay, chyeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)

Ay, silencers, damn, ay, damn

I can't see 'em, ay, yeah

Then they blam, ay, yeah

Feelin' like Cam, ay, yeah

I'll be God damned, ay, yeah

Feelin' like Martin, ay, yeah

Run to they Pam, ay, yeah

Cousin ain't here, ay, yeah

I don't know fam, ay, yeah

Foot on the Lam, ay, yeah

From D-Town, ay, yeah

When niggas do some fake shit, ay, yeah

Don't have me 'round, ay, yeah

That's how I get down, ay, yeah

I don't fuck around, ay, yeah

Yeah (Glatt)

Yeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)

Ay, chyeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt)

Yeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt)

Yeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt)

Yeah (Glatt, glatt)

Ay, chyeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt)

Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)

Just What It Be Like lyrics - Chief Keef

Sos' baby

Bandana boys

Cap or die

Yup, yup

BG, L

Put the K to your face

DJ's on the beat so this a banger

These niggas acting like they want smoke

They don't really want smoke

They don't really want smoke, ay, ay

Baby, my watch cost a condo

Pocket full of hunchos

'Bout to pull up in London, ay, ay

These niggas acting like they want smoke

They don't really want smoke

They don't really want smoke, ay, ay

Lately, I been wearin' my jeans tight

Still got the Glock with the green light

Sometimes shit don't seem right

But that's just what it be like

I remember runnin' 'round high school with a tool, thinkin' I'm cool

I played duh-duh-duh-cooly, didn't have the flu either

Rocking my jewels

Probably pull up to the high school reunion, look at my coupe

I cannot hoop but I know some niggas that really know how to shoot

Fuck you think you?

You don't fuck with me then I don't fuck with you

Thought we was cool

We gon' come out the blue and give your ass the blues

Stick go Kanye, scoopity scoop

My son mama say he been bad, I'm like, "Ooh, what he do?"

These niggas acting like they want smoke

They don't really want smoke

They don't really want smoke, ay, ay

These niggas acting like they want smoke

They don't really want smoke

They don't really want smoke, ay, ay

Baby, my watch cost a condo

Pocket full of hunchos

'Bout to pull up in London, ay, ay

Lately, I been wearin' my jeans tight

Still got the Glock with the green light

Sometimes shit don't seem right

But that's just what it be like

Come get your bitch, she on my heels

Tryna pull up in heels, 'cause I live in the hills

Shorty know I keep it real, you ain't really from the field

Ice got me on chill, been running up the mills

But we not gon' give, Kool-Aid man, oh yeah

Turn a nigga to a car, put some bands on him

His mans ran on him, so I had to put my mans on him

Think he hot, throw a tan on him

If he got the drip, we gon' swim on him, ay

These niggas acting like they want smoke

They don't really want smoke

They don't really want smoke, ay, ay

These niggas acting like they want smoke

They don't really want smoke

They don't really want smoke, ay, ay

Baby, my watch cost a condo

Pocket full of hunchos

'Bout to pull up in London, ay, ay

Lately, I been wearin' my jeans tight

Still got the Glock with the green light

Sometimes shit don't seem right

But that's just what it be like

Came through stuntin', smoking on skunk

Bitch we want it, bitch we done it

Bitch them fifties, bitch these hundreds

Like I ain't got it, bitch I'm on it

Can't run out of gas, can't be stuck

Tell me the price, can't be much

Niggas be talking like they can't get touched

We gon' knock 'em down, you can help em up

And I don't give a fuck

Tadoe come cook 'em, pick 'em up

Get your forty-four (Finish 'em)

It's a whole lot of bullets left

You wanna take it there? We can take it there

You little soft ass teddy bear

Put the K to your face, give you the Glock

And make you kill yourself

These niggas acting like they want smoke

They don't really want smoke

They don't really want smoke, ay, ay

These niggas acting like they want smoke

They don't really want smoke

They don't really want smoke, ay, ay

Baby, my watch cost a condo

Pocket full of hunchos

'Bout to pull up in London, ay, ay

Lately, I been wearin' my jeans tight

Still got the Glock with the green light

Sometimes shit don't seem right

But that's just what it be like

Vietnam lyrics - Chief Keef

Pullin' up weed, yeah, ay

She on my meat, yeah, ay

Girl I'm off the leash, yeah, ay

Clean 'em up, bleach, yeah, ay

Where your tracks all meet, ay

We don't need IDs, ay

What's up in the cup? Ay

Might be Hi-C, ay

In the VIP, yeah, ay

Like a tree 'round me, yeah, ay

Don't know shit about me

Shades on, you can't see what I see

You can't even be by me

Can't live up the street by me

She wanna get eaten by me

I told her she gon' see about me (Let's get it)

Her friends don't agree about me

You know I gotta be how I be

You know I roll up the weed

Bitch ass nugs of weed

I gotta stay sucker free

Baow, baow

Bitch, you ain't no police officer, ain't no cuffin' me

I ain't fuckin' 'round with custody

I can smoke weed all day in LA

Chiraq, gotta fuck around and flush the weed

Bad boy like I got Puff with me

Lil' nigga you go to bed or you so sad

We gon' fuck around and Usher you

Duck, duck, aim and it cuss at you

He tryna figure out the nicest way to say that we don't fuck with you

These young niggas sippin' on buster juice (ay ay)

Baby I'm fly like sittin' in class when you got a substitute

Extension, the big one

Like Vietnam, come get some

Come rinse some, I'll lend some

I'll lend some, I'll end 'em

From a send in, a big one

From block you, can't enter

My girl don't like the word, "finsta"

These hoes only pretty on Insta

Free bro 'nem, 'til I see bro 'nem

Get your ho 'nem, I'm with your ho now, ay

I'm open (ay ay)

Six chains, used to have a fuckin' rosary

Know you ain't know no solider either

Young trap ass nigga like Green Arrow

Flex on the bitch like Eddie Guerrero

She knew what it was, and I ain't even tell her

Fuck goin' metal, give me that green meadow

Pourin' up in the yellow and the green letter

I'm a real Glo ass like Green Lanterns

Nigga think he one up on me, never

BM said I could be better

I give a bitch away and re-get her

Better be cool 'fore they don't see you never

Bestie lyrics - Chief Keef

Turbo

5:49 in the AM

Birds chirpin', neck on swim

Cut a nigga up like the shrimp

My brother in the back, he got the gat on him

Free T-Slick, that's my rappy

Take off my Louis belt, spank ya like ya Pappy

No you ain't gotta ask me, ay

I knew I was real when my mama had me, ay (Hey Mom)

Lil' baby nasty

See her in the club, you would think she classy (Yeah)

She like my neck piece

Shorty your lil' ass got a fatty, ay

I'm gettin' fetty (Goddamn)

Oh you like beef? Let's make 'paghetti, ay

She wanna neck me

She say she think I'm lil' sexy, ay

Call my bestie (Hello?)

Ay Ben Franklin, come and get me, ay (I'm on the way)

Got the semi (Glatt)

Like my brother, he comin' with me, ay

I ain't friendly (Nah)

But I'll fuck with you if you fuck with me, ay (Do-do-do)

She tried to kiss me (Skoo-do-skoo)

She a serial killer, she tried to get me, ay

My chain too heavy (Nah)

Let me rest my neck, now I'm ready, ay (Hey ma)

Bitches petty

Gucci by the jacket like Spinelli, ay

She think I'm edgy

Shoot three at you, Ed, Edd, and Eddy, ay

You really smoke reggie

Bought a watch and could've bought a Bentley

Don't come near me

With all that fu' shit, could you spare me?

LTE boomin' in the mountains

Bitch I'm with Verizon, can you hear me?

Windows tinted, I should see it clearly, ay

No I wouldn't like for you to fear me, ay

I don't need you to fear me, just to feel me

No you won't see me but you'll hear me, ay

Birds still chirpin', foe'nem still servin'

Police still lurkin', shawty want a Birkin

I still murk it, you probably still a virgin

The life I live make you nervous

Sprinkler still goin', clock still tickin'

Give a nigga a two piece, spicy with a biscuit

I just count one two, three four endless

Bitches blowin' kisses, how can I fix this?

BM told me drop dead

S-600 over the drop head

Hit your bitch up, yeah I did it, I did

Yeah I'm bipolar, I ain't takin' my meds

Probation officer tryna check in my bed

Blood on the money, then the check is all red

Tell IG to make my verification all red

Folks come out the cut, he feel like takin' off heads

Smoke too much dope, won't forget what I did

BM changed her number, I can't FaceTime my kid

Did I hear correctly? Let me clean out my ears

She wanna give me top, while I'm behind the wheel

Late night, Jerry Seinfeld, ay

So I picked her up, her first words were, "How you feel?"

Baby I feel like a couple million

Baby look like Barbie how she throw it off a sip, ay

Had to get the city off the shelf (Goddamn)

Nah this ain't no cigar nigga, but you gon' hold this L

Get to sprayin' S-H-E-L-Ls, ay

Clean him up, we don't leave a trail

Hah, the old hood is the Pale

You know I got that intel like a Dell, ay

Chopper sing, Adele

We go home and splash him like a whale

Pull up, pull off

Faster than a Coke go flat, yeah (Drip)

I just get some on me, no gat, ay

Niggas hoes, we all know that, ay

We took your pack and sold your pack

Waitin' on valet to bring the four door back, ay, yeah

The old me would've stole your whip, ay

I'm gettin' cheese now, I won't go back, ay (Goddamn)

Baseball Bat lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tray Savage)

[Chief Keef:]

Had to get the feeling right back, yeah

She want to give up neck, ay

Do it dumb in the air like that, ay, ay

That girl spilled my cup, I got mad, yeah

In the air like a baseball bat (Yeah yeah)

Bitch my pockets been on fat (Yeah)

You ain't never been in no 'Lac (Yeah)

Baby I been getting guap

Right when I'm sippin' that Act

In the alley with two or three packs

Riding 'round, three or four straps

Baby come and fuck me perhaps

If you can't take it, start running laps

We shooting baseball caps

Ran off on the plug, ain't bring his eight-ball back

So damn high, I think I see God

Up with the squad, swing by the bars

The hearing is ours, I am the one

I feel like Chris Bosh, ducking the SWAT

Girl bye, I'm in the car

Call you Kanye, you wouldn't get far

Straight from the collage, connected, hotspot

Middle fingers to cops, and to my opps, oh

Off Xanny, I'm the man

And you look so fan

Seven in the 'Wood, couldn't afford a gram

Where were you? Play with me and my fam

Bitch I'm with the pup, ay

Tryna call my bluff

I'm the motherfucking GOAT, ay

Tell a nigga let go of my nuts, yeah

Foe'nem locked up

So I got to live it up

Baby doll want to fuck, yeah

But I cannot get it up, up

I'ma be in this 'til I'm 70

So high, look half-Japanese

Smoking up, loadin' up magazines

She like how it's real, I can't believe

Son say he want to come stay with me

He already know it's okay with me

Said she love me, told her don't play with me

Bitch I been learned my ABCs

What you want?

Oh you want to smoke some dope?

LA, come and ride my boat

FN inside my coat

Don't try to play no games

Get the fuck out my face

Bitch I'm in the game, EA

Know his mama love me baby

Hop out the car, bling blaow

I'm already cute, bitch how?

Oh you see me VV'd down

Throw the curve but wanna see me now

Two thirties aimed at the crowd

Watch your mouth

Ring your bell like a cow

[Tray Savage:]

Deep in the trenches, I ain't even think I was gonna make it this far

Track on seven of seven, no lights but I'm racin' this car

Shots fired, we gotta chase him down before he run too far

Ay, lost Moms and I turned around and I lost my pops

Grab the MAC, gotta make this bitch go glah-ta-ta

If you down then gotta motivate you, go hard

All this money comin' in today

Ain't shit have to worry 'bout tomorrow

If you out in the streets with your team

Don't be dumb, just be a little smart

Still gotta watch my back

Know I be in Chiraq

Your dad be feedin' my jack

Young nigga, it's like that

Me and Tealy, SD

FN with the thirty

Junkie might come serve me

Big boss like Fredo

Up a chopper, go Tadoe

Spillin' sauce like queso

But we combat, fatal

Bitch get out my face though

She like damn it's an eight in the cup though

And this beat too tough though

Click clack, do you need a drumroll?

[Chief Keef:]

Had to get the feeling right back, yeah

She want to give up neck, ay

Do it dumb in the air like that, ay, ay

That girl spilled my cup, I got mad, yeah

In the air like a baseball bat (Yeah yeah)

Bitch my pockets been on fat (Yeah)

You ain't never been in no 'Lac (Yeah)

Baby I been getting guap

Right when I'm sippin' that Act

In the alley with two or three packs

Riding 'round, three or four straps

Baby come and fuck me perhaps

If you can't take it, start running laps

We shooting baseball caps

Ran off on the plug, ain't bring his eight-ball back

Yeah ooh, too swagger for two shoes

Empty the corner flu, bossed up like I flew

In your Trues, bitch I'm with my crews

Every draco got a woo, play a bitch like it's a coup

Watchin' out for the feds, crackin' out shit like cans

Ain't tryna help me with a scam, nigga I ain't know your mans, hey

Oh you do it for the 'Gram? Catch your ass all in that cam, ay

Shawty say she wanna come slide, it's 11 AM

Keep It Lit lyrics - Chief Keef

Ay, sheah, ay, sheah

Ay, sheah, ay, sheah

Ay, sheah, ay, sheah

Ay, sheah, ay, sheah

Ay, sheah, ay, sheah

Ay, sheah, ay, sheah

Ay, sheah, ay, sheah

Ay, sheah, ay, sheah

Ay, sheah

Two watches, day and date

We untested, Asian fade

Ay ay, ay ay

All white diamonds, mayonnaise

Got two letters, A and K

All these shots, we spray and spray

I poured up two eights today

Don't be lookin' in my cup

This is not no lemonade

I just bought two Ks today

And I'm thirsty, spray her face

Fifty rounds, get carried away

Tell the cops no see me

(Ay, sheah, ay, sheah)

Baby this is not First 48

Said her heart on water

I sit there and watch it float away

Only time on my knees, is when I'm

Prayin' to the Lord that my fuckin' problems go away

And I'm, sittin' in the spot gettin' all the dank

I rock Gucci flops, I buy 'em two a pop

I be like fuck the cops and fuck the opps

Double cup, stay hangin' out

Bottom of the Glock, thirty shot, ay

It's like chicken strips, it make bitches strip

Diamonds in my ear, I can't hear

Auto-start the whip, we out of here

Spin the wheel, stop it there

Stone fire in my cup

All this gas, we fill right up

Soon as I text she pull right up

Talkin' that rah, run

Bullets know 'bout what she do, she shook right up

The Sprite became black

Up it, stay back

Smack it with a stack

I just came back, B on my hat

I'm a smooth cat, stayin' away from rats

Used to sell you rock, now able to get me a coat

Fiji diamonds Voss, chopper knockin' down a vault

God said that I'm the GOAT, folks knock you down on the floor

If you ain't know, now you know

Put the dope in rotation

And save the conversation

I always want a spaceship

'Til I got a spaceship

Folk give you the facelift, if you want

Car blacked out, no Mason

Nigga stop the hatin', don't keep goin'

Turn you to a doctor's patient

Mouth, I got hated

Fo'nem locked in cages

I ain't seen them in ages

Clip damn near an eight inch

Ay, lil' nigga play if you want

I ain't gotta say shit

Really hope he tweakin', I don't know

I know I ain't gotta pay shit

I ain't talk, more face

Girl didn't say she hate it

Walked out the mall and skated

Nigga fuck you, pay me

What the fuck you know?

You don't know shit about me

Ten thousand dollar couches

Pints, fuck the ounces

Niggas ain't about shit

I done seen some wild shit

Some throw in the towel shit

I'm on some milk the cow shit

Hoes be on some foul shit

I can't pick which outfit

Bitch from the A, a falcon

She know I'm real, a thousand

I like it when she bounce it

She know I got different sauces

I'm friends with different bosses

This shit don't make no sense

Fendi robe, I'm feelin' cozy

I took her picture and she posted it

Get a story and roll with it

Let's see how far you go with it

Took my heart and opened it

That left my shit cold as shit

Don't tell the cops I sold you this

I cheated on her, hope she over it

You don't know how deep it get

But still call me a piece of shit

But I can pay him to eat shit

You know I gotta keep it lit

Gated lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Soulja Boy)

[Chief Keef (Soulja Boy):]

Yeah Sosa

Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja

Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja, Bah

Yeah, Sosa, Soulja

Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja

Sosa and Soulja (Turbo, Draco)

Sosa and Soulja, Sosa and Soulja

[Chief Keef:]

Court in Miami, they petty case me

FN with me, like my lady

He playin' crazy, niggas been flodgin' lately

Rock-a-bye Baby, my spot gated

Been had the Beamers, got a Mercedes

Rockin' the latest, bitch I'm the greatest

Bitch I upgraded, ay, she Ace of Spade it, yeah

Never debate it, ay, we get to sprayin'

It's 11 AM, a nigga still up

Runnin' it up, ain't been to sleep once

I get it done, let's have some fun

Shootout your dread, now it's a bun

Boy when we come, you better run

What is to you, I am the one

Light up a spark, 'bout to walk in the park

RIP Dart, rip you apart

She don't like when it fart, I told her I do

Smokin' the goo, top of the coupe

Won't stop at you, actin' a fool

I see you fu', catch you with two

I got me a cup, but I don't sip deuce

Step down on the kush, I might get a Dually

I'm up with tooly, these niggas fruity

Dick in the booty, my pants is Ksubi

Boy's watch is foolish, bitch work at Hooters

They said I couldn't do it, tell 'em I do this

They boy alley-oop me, I shine like a ruby

More clips than a movie, I need a movie

I'm in the club makin' a movie

Thanks to my jeweler, ice like it's stupid

Try not to love me, she dodgin' a bullet

My ice have you woozy, like you off hookah

I didn't pay my shooter, I try not to snooze

When I say 'choo, fifty times two

Took her some' new, I'm wearin' some' new

She skatin' the coupe, okay new new

Come play the flute, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm in the mood, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

How can I lose? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Eat ramen noodles, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Count me some loot, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hop in the booth, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Your shit stupid, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Might hallelujah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gettin' the pad, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gettin' the bag, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I love to swag, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Don't mean to brag, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Pants is tight, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Still tote FN, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I ain't your friend, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ay

You ain't my mans, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Pants cost a grand, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Paid her with a gram, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

'Bout to buy me some land, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

As soon as I land, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Think he breakin' in, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Get hit with the fan, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ain't talkin' FN, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Eagle ball at your mans, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

The hawk finna land, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Fall off of the Benz, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ain't shakin' no hands, no no no no no no

I'm really the man, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I should hit France, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Just to get pants, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Louis my lens, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We get them hands, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I was 15 years old, with a four-four, yeah, kick in the door

I put that on folks, oh, here we go, yeah, I'm trained to blow

I'm finna go, pop zip and reload, gang, we at O

Pimpin' the bowl, yeah, J at the door, bring the K to the door

13 years old, hand-me-down clothes, couldn't fold under Bo

7 years old, runnin' through the O, pickin' my nose

Jumped in front of, knife for my mama, she was fightin' some ho

Yeah I got cut, fuck nigga, what? Right in the throat

Mama did fraud, she came back home, with twenty rich bags

Cuttin' the grass, snakes and some ass, life it was fast

Wake up and stretch, missed call from my ex, she talkin' 'bout sex

I gotta check, check on the check, where is it at? Ay

[Soulja Boy:]

I'm with the gang, we shoot F&Ns

I catch you lackin', one in his chin

Hollow tips, he won't walk again

Leave him handicapped, he gon' crawl again

Try to take somethin', you gon' take a hollow

Got a bad bitch and you know she swallow

Got a Huracán and a Murciélago

Hop up in the Demon, finna start auto

Half a million dollars, in Wells Fargo

Nigga know I'm poppin', like a bottle

Stacks On Deck Gang, Glory Gang

Money Gang, that's my gang

Yeah, trap one, trap two, uh

Trap three, nigga one more time

One AK, one of a kind

1-800 hot shit, nigga bullets flyin'

Yeah, we trap shit, nigga hit my line

Catch me in that foreign and a nigga flyin'

Diamonds on my chain make a nigga blind

Grab your bitch, hit her from behind

Ay, I said Sosa and Soulja (Turbo)

Put the red bricks in a Rover, ay

Said I pull up and stunt

Pull up and dump, bricks in the truck

Call up Pablo Escobar, ay

Me and Sosa ridin' in a foreign car, ay

Drive the Lamborghini like a stolen car, ay

Rollin' up gas out the cookie jar

Flexin' late, whip Mercedes, like a baby

Trap go crazy, she want to be my lady

Fuck you, pay me, nigga fuck you, pay me

Ay, I whip it up like babies

Trap go crazy, he been flexin' lately

They ain't gated, mansion gated

Yeah, fuck you, pay me, nigga fuck you, pay me (Yeah)

Free Smoke lyrics - Chief Keef

Free smoke, baby, free smoke, baby

Free smoke, baby, free smoke (Yeah)

Free smoke, baby, free smoke, baby

Free smoke, baby, free smoke (We givin' out)

Free smoke, baby (We got), free smoke (We got)

Free smoke, baby, we got free smoke (Yeah)

Free smoke, yeah (We got), free smoke, ay

We got free smoke, ay, we got free smoke

Say what? (Yeah)

I can be a doctor, still can't feel y'all

Boot up in your ass, that's a field goal

Get your ass smoked, boy you real close (Yeah)

Never sell china to a Chinaman

Girl if I ain't shit, why you like me then?

Doin' all that woofin', nigga fight me then (Let's get it)

Say you out here, why you hiding then? (pussy)

Free smoke, baby, free smoke, baby

Free smoke, baby, free smoke (Yeah)

Free smoke, baby, free smoke, baby

Free smoke, baby, free smoke (We givin' out)

Free smoke, baby (We got), free smoke (We got)

Free smoke, baby, we got free smoke (Yeah)

Free smoke, yeah (We got), free smoke, ay

We got free smoke, ay, we got free smoke

Hand on the Bible

Swear I hit a nigga with that rifle

I could make the shot with my eyes closed

Gotta let rivals be rivals

Niggas be actin' real psycho

He tryna lose weight, get him lipo

He said I'm a bitch, yeah I know

Up this big bitch, click clack, hi bro

She wan' give me top, should I let her?

Nigga that's a fuckin' double yes sir

Skrt skrt, pulled up, bless her

She say all these diamonds look like treasure

Free smoke, baby, free smoke, baby

Free smoke, baby, free smoke (Yeah)

Free smoke, baby, free smoke, baby

Free smoke, baby, free smoke (We givin' out)

Free smoke, baby (We got), free smoke (We got)

Free smoke, baby, we got free smoke (Yeah)

Free smoke, yeah (We got), free smoke, ay

We got free smoke, ay, we got free smoke

The spot lookin' tropical

It's noon, I got a doctor, fuck the obstacle

Bitches take my phone, ain't tryna be fallin' through

You gon' be able to tell if I don't fuck with you

People ain't listen, then my folks asked me what I would do

I thought I was coppin' one, but I was coppin' two

Oh you 'bout your green? Turn you to Barney suit

Oh you rockin' ice? Yeah we rockin' it too

Free smoke, baby, free smoke, baby

Free smoke, baby, free smoke (Yeah)

Free smoke, baby, free smoke, baby

Free smoke, baby, free smoke (We got)

Free smoke, baby (We got), free smoke (We got)

Free smoke, baby, we got free smoke (Yeah)

Free smoke, yeah (We got), free smoke, ay

We got free smoke, ay, we got free smoke (Yeah)

Booty Call lyrics - Chief Keef

Yeah, ahem

Safe to say, ain't no catchin' up today

If you ain't real, get the fuck away (Fuck 'way)

How you a G and you scared to bust a K? (Bust K)

Hit you with the butt of the Glock and it bust your face (Bust your face)

Told mama I wasn't gon' cuss today (cuss today)

You niggas got me fucked up so it's fuck the day (Fuck the day)

You actin' like you got it, lookin' rough today (Rough today)

I got on a Datejust but don't know what's the date (What's the date?)

And I got that Oyster with the blue face (Blue face)

And I'm getting sick from counting these blue faces (Blue face)

Plus I'm sending shots like it's 2K (2K)

Screaming fuck these niggas 'cause they two-faced (Two-faced)

Let off my FN, it sound like two cats (Two cats)

Let them bitches fly just like a bouquet (Bouquet)

And he get a temper, she like Rousey (Rousey)

I know that I ain't Jesus, call me Jose (Jose)

Hit you with this rocky, click-clack, brozay (Brozay)

All these magazines, no need for role-play (Role-play)

She told me she was straight, then she went both ways (Both ways)

I told her hold the pipe and she said okay (okay)

She told me that she loved me, I said no way (No way)

She tried to kiss me, had to push her face away (Face 'way)

Up the pipe and go for the fade away (Fade away)

Hit you three times, I'm the Jake today (J-day)

Mama used to say that I can't play today (Play today)

Now I gotta see what show I play today (Play today)

Make it rain up in the club, watch it get raked away (Raked away)

Baby told me I got some ungrateful ways (Ungrateful ways)

I pop up in the middle of the hot block

Make the Glock pop, sound like pop rocks on your block

Ten shots from the forty-five at 12 o'clock

I know the cops tired of me because I bail a lot

SWAT mad they couldn't get me and I smelled like pot

One hundred dollar blunts, bitch I smell like guap, ay

Stepped in a grow house, now I smell like crop

Looked in the mirror, damn near seen my pops

Shawty beatin' up my phone for me to beat her box

She can fuck all your bros, you gon' eat her box

Shawty said she crush a lot and she creep a lot

Shawty your Uber outside, you tryna sleep with a lot

I just ordered fifty wings, she say I eat a lot

These niggas ain't street much, but I'm street a lot

Full of smoke up in my chest like Albuterol

Slide on him late night like a booty call

If you ain't from the spot, click-clack, who is y'all?

Let you drive away, spin back, I'm doing y'all

Y'all can split this clip just in case it's two of y'all

Turn my yard to a stage, now we booing y'all

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)