Spy Kid lyrics - Chief Keef & Zaytoven

Zaytoven

Ay, Zay

We gon' call this one Spy Kid

Yeah

Get out my lab, DeeDee, know you love me 'cause these VVs

I changed the forecast, I be icy-cy

All the young niggas grew up, wanna be me

You can act like it, bitch, I know you see me (Bang, bang, bang)

Told her pull up the creamy, she say she don't eat meat

But I made her eat me, yeah, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)

Once you call up, got the heated seats (Skrrt, skrrt)

Mobbin' like it's A&E, we runnin' from A to Z, yeah

Everything they say is make believe

She thirsty for me like Christmas Eve, tear the bitch down like a Christmas tree (Bang, mm hmm)

These niggas ain't sweet, they're bittersweet

Swear the life I'm livin' a dream

Had her drink semen and I'm on lean (Lean)

(Ay, Sosa, what you see?)

I spy a hating-ass nigga over there (I spy)

I spy a bitch that don't got no hair (I spy)

I spy a fake-ass bubble Moncler (I spy)

I spy a kid that wanna live a dream (I spy)

I spy a fuckin' dinosaur, OMG (I spy)

I spy the view of the city, yeah (I spy)

I spy these thots, some pretty, yeah (I spy)

I spy bitch-ass niggas over there (Shh)

I spy niggas actin' like their jewels so real (shh, oh)

I spy my bitch movin' on for real (shh)

I spy ffr, ffr, another couple mil'

I spy another opp, leave his ass spilled (shh)

Made him sign a non-disclosure, business can't spill (shh)

I spy Jill ass fallin' off a hill (shh)

I spy niggas ain't rollin' like the wheels (shh)

I spy

I see bitches lookin' at me (Lookin' at me)

I speed on my way to get that green (Skrt)

I see the galaxy in satellite (Satellite)

I seen your ho later that night

I see why she like me

She like me because I be icy (Bling)

I be breaking the law, ain't Ice-T (Ice-T)

I spy your bitch cookin' for me

Told that ho to make that shit spicy (Spicy)

He send a message through his wifey

Talkin' 'bout he don't like me, tell that nigga to fight me (Fight me)

"Sosa you high?" I might be

Rockin' all that fake shit, you's a fake-ass hypebeast

(Ay, Sosa, what you see?)

I spy a hating-ass nigga over there (Shh, I spy)

I spy a bitch that don't got no hair (I spy, shh, no hair, bitch)

I spy a fake-ass bubble Moncler (I spy, shh, fake-ass shit)

I spy a kid that wanna live a dream (I spy)

I spy a fuckin' dinosaur, OMG (I spy)

I spy the view of the city, yeah (Shh, I spy)

I spy these thots, some pretty, yeah (I spy)

I spy bitch-ass niggas over there

F What The Opp Said - Chief Keef & Zaytoven

Zaytoven

Fuck what the opp said

Yeah, I'm runnin' fast as I can

Ay, where you goin'?

On my way to pop these rubber bands

Twelve-hundred-dollar PTs 'cause I can (Quit that shit, man)

My bitch do ghetto shit with her friends

Bitch ass nigga flashin' with the Cannon lens, huh

Poles in the kitchen with the pots and pans, goddamn

Fuck it, squeeze his top, click clock

Tick, tick, tick, tock, man, your girl a big bop, nigga

Yeah, know how we rock, nigga

Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, nigga?

Better go get your guap, nigga

Stay away from them cops, nigga

Bitch, we been hot niggas

Got some Uzis and some Glocks for the block, nigga

Oh you lift up, don't come down, we at your top

Six still in the box, I'm damn near all he got

All this cash and sauce, need me a broom and a mop

Told me I ain't shit, baby, you stupid or not? ('Cause if you ain't stupid, I ain't shit)

Come over here, let me show you how to move the Glock

Poppin' out on a nigga like Jack-in-the-Box

Bitch, why you starin'? Oh, you like my fuckin' ice?

Think about plottin' on this lottery ticket, you gon' get a price

Treat that pussy like a carnival, tryna win me a prize

Went to my jeweler and bought me some ice

Swear I ain't even ask the price

I'm the same nigga stole your bike

Yeah, I'm vicious but I don't bite (Yeah baby, come here, shawty)

Get a thirty to a little pint (Baby Duwop, get this)

Had the F&N in my right (Huh, skrrt, skrrt)

Petty lyrics - Chief Keef & Zaytoven

Zaytoven

I know I be fucking hoes

You need me, then let me know

It's cool if you let me go

I know I be lying, but nah

Talking 'bout a bitch from Tokyo

She don't even know me though

Told you I'm working (Bang, bang)

You don't believe me

You petty, ay, you petty, uh, you petty

You don't believe me

You petty, uh, you petty, ay, you petty, ay

You don't believe me, you petty

Ring ring, blowing up my phone

Told you I'm working, know you heard me, yeah

You gon' make me turn it to throwback Thursday, hah

Lame off all this WCW, it's thirsty, hah (Muah)

I'ma call you back, my cup done watered down

Baby, I'm watered down

All my motherfuckin' rings movin' like a water fountain

Mama said I sip that cup too fast, I need to slow it down

I'ma need an umbrella for accusations to stop pourin' down, down

I'm with the bitch, I ain't in the stu' workin', how you sound?

Don't go there right now

I'ma block you from callin' my line

Talkin' about shit that you heard through the vine

I know I be fucking hoes

You need me, then let me know

It's cool if you let me go

I know I be lying, but nah

Talking 'bout a bitch from Tokyo

She don't even know me though

Told you I'm working (Bang, bang)

You don't believe me

You petty, ay, you petty, uh, you petty

You don't believe me

You petty, uh, you petty, ay, you petty, ay

You don't believe me, you petty

Han Han lyrics - Chief Keef & Zaytoven

(Zaytoven...)

My boy, what? My boy

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey, yeah

Hah, hah, hah, hah

If it's up, it's up then (It's up)

Only care 'bout money (Money)

Told that bitch she ugly (Ugly)

She think she classy but she dusty (Dusty)

She think she poppin' but she busted (Busted)

She be on that thot shit

LV on my luggage (Louis)

I want nothin' but bands (Guap)

Lil Reese a block-head (Block)

Folks could leave the block dead (Nah)

I pull up in a drop head (Skrrt)

Whoop, that's what the cop said (Fuck the cops)

I'm slipping? You tripping

Blam blam, him, him

Han, han, han, han

Han, han, han, han

Ay, little baby, stop it (Stop it)

Off, could you knock it? (Knock it)

Down the block, I'm choppin' (I'm choppin')

Man, them niggas rock-heads (Bitch)

Oh, little nigga, we not scared (Nah)

I smoke weed 'cause I'm a pothead (Dope)

Leave a little nigga drop dead (Bang, bang)

I fuck around and leave a cop dead (Woo)

Foes never still slide on the opps, yeah (The opps)

I upped my jump, told her top it

Saw somethin' I wanted, I copped it, uh

The dope I'm smokin' too toxic, uh

Can't even tell lawyer what I did

Tryna pull it up, I'm fuckin'

I'm tryna see if I'm fuckin', uh

Saw the five-seven like, "What's this?" (Zaytoven)

I'm slipping? You tripping

Blam blam, him, him

Han, han, han, han

Han, han, han, han

Flexing on my old bitches like (Flexin')

I wish that, I can give a fuck

You can't even sit with us

You ain't gang, you ain't gang

Nigga you can take the thot

Do your thing, do your thing

You couldn't even get the box

'Cause you lames, 'cause you lame, ay

Some hoes don't be tryna fuck

But they'll give you brain, give you brain

I just rolled a couple up

Residue on Helmut Lang, Helmut Lang

Posse lyrics - Chief Keef & Zaytoven

Zaytoven

Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)

Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)

Do the dishes with your face, little pussy nigga

You's a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)

Red up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)

Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I'll drop ya (I shot ya)

Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)

.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (ay)

Like skuduskur, I got the ripper (Ripper)

And I won't hesitate to rip you (To rip you)

Start running, you'll see that line up

Fly and get caught in this shit like a zipper (Like a zipper)

Got wiz like Chipper the Ripper (The Ripper)

Call my Glock "Oz", bitch no Wizard (No Wizard)

I'm Jordan when he played with the Bulls in '96 (Bulls '96)

You Jordan when he played with the Wizards (With the Wizards)

Little hacking ass bitch, where the whistle? (Where the whistle?)

Chop the 808, bitch, no scissors (No scissors)

Come through for some more, no Metro (No Metro)

Hit a nigga, bet I won't miss him (Won't miss him)

Draw on a nigga, no pencil (No pencil)

How you want it? Got the utensils (Utensils)

Big 30 on me, got me limping (Got me limping)

Nigga, what the fuck you want for Christmas? (Want for Christmas?)

Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)

Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)

Do the dishes with your face, little pussy nigga

You's a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)

Red up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)

Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I'll drop ya (I shot ya)

Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)

.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Your posse)

Fucking on a nigga bitch, she like it hard (Like it hard)

When it comes to car, it's fast (It's fast)

Only getting out my car for the cash (For the cash)

Or the click-clack, send a nigga shots (Shots)

Got a lion for the fur, no fox (No fox)

Pussy, don't be dumb, box of rocks (Box of rocks)

I be getting off the Hi-Tech (Hi-Tech)

Bitch told me she like that Cîroc (The 'roc)

Only thing I run from is Narcs (Narcs)

Won't push you to do shit, nigga, bullets force (Bullets force)

Pussy nigga got a whole bunch of horse (Horse)

Power, sending shots, East, West, South, North (South, North)

What you looking at? You know I got the torch (Got the torch)

Still stomp a nigga in these Air Force's (Air Force)

Can't wife that bitch, she's a whore (She's a whore)

Pussy, I'm the plug, fuck your cord (With a cord)

Watch my car eat a nigga, like Pac-Man (Like Pac-Man)

Tap the trigger and it make a nigga tapdance

Tap the pedal and it make a nigga go ham (Go ham)

110 in a fucking 55, man (55, man)

Hop out the whip, looking like Batman (Like Batman)

Got money and power, like ass, man (Like ass, man)

I be balling like I'm Kobe, you're Juwanna Mann (Go cray)

Shoot my own shit, fuck a nigga hand (Fuck a nigga hand)

Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)

Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)

Do the dishes with your face, little pussy nigga

You's a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)

Red up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)

Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I'll drop ya (I shot ya)

Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)

.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Your posse)

Sneeze lyrics - Chief Keef & Zaytoven

Zaytoven

Yah, yah, yah, yah (Yeah)

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Yeah)

Yah, yah (Yeah)

Sosa, baby (Sosa)

GBE, baby (bang, bang)

Chocolate chopper for him, he think it's vanilla

30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater

Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I'm sweat her

"Chief Sosa, I look up to you," pussy boy, you better

If you ain't smokin' OG, I don't want your weed

Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed

Do this shit for Cap' and Blood, throwin' Cs, throwin' Bs

Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze

Lift this chopper like some weights, I ain't bench pressin'

Got FNH up in the club and I got Smith & Wesson

But I don't really like Smith & Wesson, got Glock, boy

If he decide to knock you down, you's a opp, boy

Pulled up in that ugly thing, it got teeth on it

They like "What the fuck's a feature, ain't got Keef on it"

This bitch wanna roll some weed and put some keef on it

At the top hangin' off the clouds, yeah my sleeves on it

If you lookin' for me, I'm pro'ly in New Orleans

With them 504 boys, no Levis jeans

Come through with 450s, nigga flee the scene

Bitch a 223 chopper, that's what Keef'll bring

Chocolate chopper for him, he think it's vanilla

30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater

Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I'm sweat her

"Chief Sosa, I look up to you," pussy boy, you better

If you ain't smokin' OG, I don't want your weed

Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed

Do this shit for Cap' and Blood, throwin' Cs, throwin' Bs

Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze

Up this Glock and sneeze, catch you, ha-choo

Come through and knock down your partner, I mean to pop you

Like we was shootin' some craps, I mean to spot you

You's a goofy to the audience, no need to clap you

I got plenty B-roll, like a camera man

Diddy Boppin' in the party, that's Keef Hammer Dance

You can put me at the back and I'm still gon' win

Stompin' on the heads of my mufuckin' mini-man

Brown brick mansion, lookin' like some wheats, nigga

Six car garage, well I got three in them

Gotta go super far for the other three

Pull off and my shit soundin' ugly

Chocolate chopper for him, he think it's vanilla

30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater

Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I'm sweat her

"Chief Sosa, I look up to you," pussy boy, you better

If you ain't smokin' OG, I don't want your weed

Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed

Do this shit for Cap' and Blood, throwin' Cs, throwin' Bs

Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Bang bang, bang bang

What Can I Say lyrics - Chief Keef & Zaytoven

Zaytoven

Ay, ay, ay, ay

Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang

Sosa, baby

GBE, baby

I'm getting cake, what can I say?

Sippin' that drank, hittin' the bank

Hoes in my face, I do not play

I got the sex, I do not pay

Treat you like trash, dumpin' away

Clark Kent, up and away

I get the pussy and I get the face

I get the cheese and I get the cake

What can I say? What can I say?

What can I say? What can I say?

What can I say? What can I say?

What can I say? What can I say?

What can I say? What can I say?

What can I say? What can I say?

What can I say? What can I say?

What can I say? What can I say?

What can I say? These bitches, they ain't shit

Bye Felicia, like Craig and Day Day, bitch

It comes to ten thousand, from my shoes to my feet

You know I smoke a lot of loud

From all the star you smell in my piss

That bitch had a go 'cause to me she smells like shit

I'm totin' on a 50, I gave lil' folks 'nem my sticks

What can I say? Foe 'nem out here gettin' it (They're gettin' it)

No Kurt Cobains, we young and we gettin' it (They're gettin' it)

Like my, my, my, I'm gettin' money now

All hundreds yeah, I put them 20s down

Walking in club reekin', yeah, I'm smelling like a pound

You ain't gettin' money, you ain't never count

Five hundred thousand

I'm getting cake, what can I say?

Sippin' that drank, hittin' the bank

Hoes in my face, I do not play

I got the sex, I do not pay

Treat you like trash, dumpin' away

Clark Kent, up and away

I get the pussy and I get the face

I get the cheese and I get the cake

What can I say? What can I say?

What can I say? What can I say?

What can I say? What can I say?

What can I say? What can I say?

What can I say? What can I say?

What can I say? What can I say?

What can I say? What can I say?

What can I say? What can I say?

How can I put it? You is a rookie

You be smokin' cookies, you be eatin' pussy

How can I put it? Your bitch is lookin'

When I get to shakin', we get it shookin'

Before I head out, I gotta throw on my hoodie

You don't got no ass, you don't got no pussy

This live I live, it come with the pussy

Like I'm a pimp, I'm rubbin' that pussy

I'm gettin' fly, finna head out

Need a massage, don't give a fuck

Bitch in my tub, I'm not a scrub

She got the bubs, I like the bucks

When I say bubs, bitch I'm talkin' 'bout bubbles

She want me to stick her 'cause I'm sharp like an arrow

Like baa-daa-baah, I'm signin' to the dope

Like it's cold outside, I'm bringin' in the snow

I don't need no quilt, nah, I don't need a ho

Say you wanna come get my jewelry, they're actin' like they're slow (ay)

I'm getting cake, what can I say?

Sippin' that drank, hittin' the bank

Hoes in my face, I do not play

I got the sex, I do not pay

Treat you like trash, dumpin' away

Clark Kent, up and away

I get the pussy and I get the face

I get the cheese and I get the cake

What can I say? What can I say?

What can I say? What can I say?

What can I say? What can I say?

What can I say? What can I say?

What can I say? What can I say?

What can I say? What can I say?

What can I say? What can I say?

What can I say? What can I say? (ay)

The Leek 7 (2019)

• High As Fuck
• Jet Li
• Eat
• Zero To 250
• Bands
• ASAP Rocky
• Fair
• Sleepy
• Worries
• Wet
• Where
• Need It

High As Fuck lyrics - Chief Keef

(You don't even wanna smoke no more)

I'm high as fuck, high as fuck

I'm high as fuck, I'm high as fuck

(Bitch, we just smoke blunt after blunt)

I'm high as fuck, I'm high as fuck

('Til you don't even wanna smoke no more)

I'm high as fuck, I'm high as fuck

Bitch, we just smoke blunt after blunt

'Til you don't even wanna smoke no more

My bitch Nina got a dick and my bitch need to suck on it

Gettin' money after money, I can't trust a soul no more

'Cause I got signed for a Bugatti and niggas got signed for a Volvo

The wrong kicks, 'cause I'm high as fuck, I'm high as fuck

I'm high as fuck, I'm high as fuck

I'm high as fuck, I'm high as fuck

I'm high as fuck, I'm high as fuck

I roll with people that will shoot you

Pistols bust bullets, fly like soo-soo

All my niggas wild, they cuckoo

Fuck with squad, then you gon' get that Mubu

She moving that cook move

She say she don't like me, she like my new shoes

I'm moving that guap move

I got a big, big, fat bankroll, same size as Young Chop's shoes

I got this nine on me so try your luck, try your luck

Try your luck, try your luck

I ain't blind, homie, I'ma fire you up, I'ma fire you up

I'ma fire you up, I'ma fire you up

If it's macaroni then buck buck, buck buck

Buck buck, buck buck

Got this cash on me like what what? What what?

What what? What what?

Bitch, we just smoke blunt after blunt

'Til you don't even wanna smoke no more

My bitch Nina got a dick and my bitch need to suck on it

Gettin' money after money, I can't trust a soul no more

'Cause I got signed for a Bugatti and niggas got signed for a Volvo

The wrong kicks, 'cause I'm high as fuck, I'm high as fuck

I'm high as fuck, I'm high as fuck

I'm high as fuck, I'm high as fuck

I'm high as fuck, I'm high as fuck

Jet Li lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Gucci Mane (Chief Keef):]

G'wop

(No)

Catch up

(Bang 2)

Catch up

(Bang 2)

Skrrt, skrrt

[Chief Keef:]

I be off the shits, can't shit upset me

I come through in my 'rari, kickin' shit like Jet Li

Hop in my Bentley, please do not tempt me

Or come through in my Audi, choppin' shit like Jet Li

She see my neckpiece, now she wanna molest me

And I'ma let her do it, break a bitch like Jet Li

Jet Li, yeah bitch, Jet Li

If that bitch don't respect me, I kick that bitch like Jet Li (Bang)

My life a movie, Kung Fu movie

Bitch don't wanna do me, I kick that bitch like Bruce Lee

I'm with Chelsea, smoking on this QP

And If she don't do me, I kick that bitch like Bruce Lee

She gon' regret me, regret that she ain't let me

Kick that bitch to the curb, to the curb like Jet Li

She see my earpiece, my wristpiece, my neckpiece

Johnny Dang ice on, he choppin' shit like Jet Li

I be off the shits, can't shit upset me

I come through in my 'rari, kicking shit like Jet Li

Hop in my Bentley, please do not tempt me

Or come through in my Audi, choppin' shit like Jet Li

She see my neckpiece, now she wanna molest me

And I'ma let her do it, break a bitch like Jet Li

Jet Li, yeah bitch, Jet Li

If that bitch don't respect me, I kick that bitch like Jet Li

[Gucci Mane:]

I'm in the club, QP of that Cali cookie

I'm known for doing stunts, bitches think I'm Bruce Willis

Black Bentley, bought it 'cause it match my Ken Griffeys

And even though I'm worth a milli', Gucci still pitchin'

East Atlanta finest, you can say the 6 in it

Bitches stand and applaud, how I talk, nigga

So many cars, can't fit all in my garage, nigga

This drop-top 'rari make me think that I'm Chuck Norris, nigga

[Chief Keef:]

I be off the shits, can't shit upset me

I come through in my 'rari, kicking shit like Jet Li

Hop in my Bentley, please do not tempt me

Or come through in my Audi, choppin' shit like Jet Li

She see my neckpiece, now she wanna molest me

And I'ma let her do it, break a bitch like Jet Li

Jet Li, yeah bitch, Jet Li

If that bitch don't respect me, I kick that bitch like Jet Li

Eat lyrics - Chief Keef

Girl, all I eat is food, all I eat is shoes

All I eat is clothes, why I won't eat you

Baby, all I eat is money, don't like seafood

Eat the rims up on my truck, skrrt skrrt skrrt, doo doo doo

Shawty said she wanna fuck, I'm like, "Cool. That sound cool"

And you know I rolled up smoking on that superglue

Death Row just like Suge, got my dough and got my food

Throw your ass in the pool, have them bullets wet you up

Ay, N.W.A just like Snoop, ay

Eazy-E, bitch, I got them ice cubes, ay

Ay, you in my lane, then I move, ay

Young Jeezy, bitch, I got that white goo, ay

Wop shit, ridin' with a light girl, ay

She got all type of color, hella light swirls

MC Lyte shit, I got freestyle girls

I'ma test you out, then you getting out, girl, ay

Queen Latifah, I set it off

Menace II Society, I take the dome

The TEC is up and don't make me tick it off

And the MAC up on, you'll be eating macaroni, ay

Girl, all I eat is food, all I eat is shoes

All I eat is clothes, why I won't eat you

Baby, all I eat is money, don't like seafood

Eat the rims up on my truck, skrrt skrrt skrrt, doo doo doo

Shawty said she wanna fuck, I'm like, "Cool. That sound cool"

And you know I rolled up smoking on that superglue

Death Row just like Suge, got my dough and got my food

Throw your ass in the pool, have them bullets wet you up

I got heart like I'm Kevin, and I'm gamblin', Ocean's Eleven, ay

Who the fuck pissed up on my jewelry? I hope not R. Kelly

Pulled up, they like who the fuck with them Looney Tunes, I hope not Nelly, ay

What the fuck leather is you wearing, I hope it's not Pelle, ay

I paid four thousand for this leather, they hope it's not selling

Remember posted on the block, what was I? A young felon

Dropped out of school, I was livin' with my grandma, she didn't never wanna let me get nothin'

And then what? I had every fuckin' robber at grandma's

I got a phone call, then who pulled up on me? Mike Epps

Then my grandma took the motherfucking glass off Mike Epps

She met a lot of stars, seen me drivin' a lot of them cars

Then I asked her, did she want one? She said, "Oh, hell no"

Girl, all I eat is food, all I eat is shoes

All I eat is clothes, why I won't eat you

Baby, all I eat is money, don't like seafood

Eat the rims up on my truck, skrrt skrrt skrrt, doo doo doo

Shawty said she wanna fuck, I'm like, "Cool. That sound cool"

And you know I rolled up smoking on that superglue

Death Row just like Suge, got my dough and got my food

Throw your ass in the pool, have them bullets wet you up

Zero To 250 lyrics - Chief Keef

Ay

DP on the beat

Ay, ay, ay, ay

I say I took nigga money, and I never gave it back

Boss shit, Ball fucked your bitch, boy that's Ball bitch

Small shit, I'm just talkin' shit, on my dog shit

Only The Family, huh? How the fuck these niggas crossin'?

Got it tatted on me, but I'm Glo Gang, bitch, ay

I don't smoke regular, I smoke propane, bitch

FaceTime gang off your bitch phone, straight gang shit

Knock a top off of that top, watch who you play with

But I ain't gon' say shit, just have shh come spray shit

Wanna see me? Pay me, better have that ffft ready

Pull up like the Navy, hop out, better have that vroom ready

I want an i8, fuck a new Bentley

Only American car I got, that bitch is two hemi

Only fuckin' gun I got, that bitch is two semi

Only fuckin' thot I got, that bitch is too pretty (Thottie)

And every state, I got thots in two cities

And every plate, I eat lots, so who with me? Ay

Try me boy, I hope you got two kidneys

Can you take 18 shots like you two 50's? Ay

Just to pull off in that 'rari, boy, that's 250

I got evicted out two cribs, and I just got 250

I spent a hundred on my jewelry, the rest, bought Trues with it

Ay, them steamers y'all be ridin', I bought shoes with it

All that Stretch Gang denied, I brought you in it

Ay, 300 what? 300 tools with me

0 to 300 fast, bitch, boolin' it, ay

Foot down that thing with 250

On the dash and you know I act the fool in it

Ay, them earrings in your ear, I bought food with it

Stole my daughter's clothes, boy, your ass a fool with it

Just bought a trap house, ain't no rooms in it

It's just vaults in it, and scalps in it

Just bought a new car, ain't no shoes on it

So I'm Forgi-ing it, then I'm rollin' in it

Just made a video, ain't no hoes in it

'Cause they all in this shit, for the glory in shit

Just had a shoot out with a few niggas so I'm duckin' this shit

And buckin' this shit, they see me bustin' this bitch

Remember posted on the block, ay, lovin' this shit

Now that I'm the king, bitch, ain't no love in this shit

'Bout my beans, you get buttered and shit

Madre, I'ma fuck your mother and shit, ay

Andalé, gotta pick up that money real quick

At the bank, swear that shit be the funniest shit

Bitch tryna eat the circle, she thought we was Funyuns or some shit

Never trust a nigga, and ain't no love for no bitch

'Cause niggas two-faced and hoes be fuckin' the clique

So I ran past that pedal, I be fuckin' that bitch

DP on the beat

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)