Slam Dunkin lyrics - Chief Keef

Baby, A-L-M-I-G-H-T-Y

S-O-S-A

Baby, you know that I'm that guy

Baby, A-L-M-I-G-H-T-Y

S-O-S-A

Baby, you know me, I'm that guy

I'm smoking on this D-O-P-E

And this shit it got me high

And I know you wanna be on T-O-P

But just go down for right now

I'm on this P-R-O-methazine

About to pour me a cup right now

This bitch brother wanna sit next to me

I charged his ass like 25 thou

Baby, you know how I'm rocking

Broke the rim, ballin' so hard I'm slam-dunkin'

Got this 30 on me it's tall, Tim Duncan

Give them two shots a piece, I call it "slam-dunking"

Hell yeah, I eat, I ball, Denver Nuggets

Little niggas think they flexin' with their little muscles

She diggin' me, I figured it

I'm smokin' on that deadly shit

Baby, you's a divalent

P.R.A. the expensive shit

I ain't got no time for it

Might try to set me up, I got my nine for it

Finna pour me up a four and hit White Castle bitch

Because I am high as shit

Baby, is you drunk or some shit?

I know you ain't tryna drive my shit

I don't wanna beat your ass

'Cause I don't wanna go down and shit

I just want some top or some shit

I know you wanna be crowned and shit

But baby, I'm Almighty So

I ball like I'm the Mavs and shit

Clip too long

Got my guns showing

I love getting money, I got money pouring

Try to take it, I ain't gotta do nothing, I got my youngins blowing

I'm the CEO but ask the squad, I'm the youngest boy

Baby, A-L-M-I-G-H-T-Y

S-O-S-A

Baby, you know me, I'm that guy

I'm smoking on this D-O-P-E

And this shit it got me high

And I know you wanna be on T-O-P

But just go down for right now

I'm on this P-R-O-methazine

About to pour me a cup right now

This bitch brother wanna sit next to me

I charged his ass like 25 thou

Baby, you know how I'm rocking

Broke the rim, ballin' so hard I'm slam-dunkin'

Hundreds lyrics - Chief Keef

I got a hundred in my TEC

I got hundreds in my pants

Got a hundred on my neck

And a hundred on my hands

Paid a hundred for my whip

Hundred guns up on my strip

Let a nigga try to rob me, get a hundred hollow tips

Got some shooters in the hundreds, I got some that's not from here

Got a hundred bitches tryna suck my cock from all the way here

Got a hundred niggas with me, that's a hundred volunteers

Countin' hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, get them ones up out of here

Got a hundred for my AK12, that's a hundred, hundred

Rep that block with my niggas yeah, them 3Hunna monkeys

Got a hundred in my robins, Balenciagas cost 6 hundred

Give him poles a nigga gon' shoot him, got some shotters on 600

30 hundreds for my bed. Thot came over and I fucked her

And she know that she can't trick me

She know it's me and my weapon

Me and my weapons, me and my niggas

Let 100 niggas try me I'll burn 'em, ay

Put bullets on niggas like a freckle, ay

Coming real far with a Wesson, ay

But I like that instrumental, ay, ay

Tryna cop me some billions, ay

Hundred niggas here, a hundred niggas there

Hundred niggas everywhere with their guns in the air

Dududuh, dududuh, karma in the air

Hundred dead bodies, hundred damn shells

Got hundred in back pocket, hundred in my front pocket, ay

I got hundred in this fat rocket, I'ma let it bombard, ay

And I be with the Simpsons, been friends with young Bart, ay

And I got all this green with me, I look like a young tart, ay

I got a hundred in my TEC

I got hundreds in my pants

Got a hundred on my neck

And a hundred on my hands

Paid a hundred for my whip

Hundred guns up on my strip

Let a nigga try to rob me, get a hundred hollow tips

Got some shooters in the hundreds, I got some that's not from here

Got a hundred bitches tryna suck my cock from all the way here

Got a hundred niggas with me, that's a hundred volunteers

Countin' hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, get them ones up out of here

Close That Door lyrics - Chief Keef

Izze The Producer

Aye, aye

Close that door, aye

Aye, close that door

Aye, aye

Close that door, aye ('Fore the police come up through here)

Close that door, aye

Close that door, aye ('Fore them niggas come up through here)

Close that door, aye

Close that door, aye (I got some pistols that's up in here)

Close that door, aye

Close that door, aye (aye, fuck nigga, close that door)

Close that door, aye (I got some missiles that's up in here)

When you come in here, close that door (I got my niggas they up in here)

Close that door

Knocking on my fuckin' door

Aye, come in and close that door (I'm about to murder the guys that's up there)

What the fuck you want? Aye

I need to close this door, aye, aye

Close that door

That fuck nigga ain't just close that door, blow his throat, aye

That fuck nigga ain't just know his role, blow his nose, aye

That fuck nigga steady acting slow, I'ma blow his brain

Cops grab me, I be acting slow, I don't know his name

Close that door

Aye, close that door

The feds watching me, they ain't got nothin' to do

I got ran up upon, the cops came in like, "You"

"You the one that's selling the blows, that's 62"

I got a 75 pack, I charge it 62

I got hoes for sale, for top it's 52

Gave that bitch 200 dollars, took the fin and threw it

She sucking dick, you hoe little bags, you silly you

Now close that door behind yourself, you little fuckin' dummy

Close that door behind yourself, you ain't getting no fuckin' money

Close that door, girl, don't see I'm counting this fuckin' money?

And the feds watchin', and I'm still fuckin' stuntin'

Now, close that door (aye)

Close that door (aye)

Close that door (aye)

Close that door (aye)

Close that door (aye)

Close that door (aye)

Close that door (aye fuck nigga, close that door)

Close that door (aye)

When you come in here, close that door (aye)

Close that door (aye)

Knocking on my fucking door (aye)

Aye, come in and close that door

Aye, what the fuck you want?

I need to close this door (aye, aye)

Close that door (aye)

Pull Up lyrics - Chief Keef

Pull up in my X6 with my M1

Just hit my connect, he say he got bout 10 guns

Just hit my connect, he say he got bout 10 guns

Just hit my connect, he say he got bout 10 guns

Pull up in my X6 with my M1

Just hit my connect, he say he got 'bout 10 guns

Pull up in my 745 with 51

Pull up in my Q7, with FNs and drums

Pull up to your party, bitch I got my 40

Pull up to your house, all them guns is out

Pull up on your block, we love pulling up

And we pulling up with Glocks, we are toolied up

We watching out for cops, we watching out for opps

We watching out for thots, 'cause they be pulling off

Watching out for paparazzi, they be quick to put you up

I pull up I got my Glock, and I am quick to pull it out

Fuck popping out, we popping up

We popping up, I'm out the cut

Shooters on the roof I'm tired of the cut

I'm moving overseas I'm tired of the judge

'Cause he got the coppers pulling up

They're knocking and I'm what they're looking for

I just had my partners pulling up

I just had my thot just pull a dub

I just heard the opps is pulling up

We ready to fire them pussies up

We been in a lot of bullet wars

And we done bought a lot of bullets for 'em

Pull up in my X6 with my M1

Just hit my connect, he say he got 'bout 10 guns

Pull up in my 745 with 51

Pull up in my Q7, with FNs and drums

Pull up to your party, bitch I got my 40

Pull up to your house, all them guns is out

Pull up on your block, we love pulling up

And we pulling up with Glocks, we are toolied up

Pull up in my SRT8 with my AK

Pull up my Mercedes with my baby Kay

Pull up in my A8 where my malany at?

Pulling out these Ben Franks 'cause I'm friends with him

Pull up in my R8, shotgun shotgun today

Toting my 357 25/8

Drunk in love with my gun, bae, bitch Beyonce

We pull up, it's no Bombay, red rum the other way

She say she love me I'm not dumb, bae, bitch, what my mom say?

"Keith, don't trust em and don't follow them go the other way"

On the first date that bitch swallowed, then she trying to meet my mom today

Pull up on him, I heard he was downing me, he gone meet my gun today

Pull up on my jeweler Johnny Dang, buying a bunch of things

I swear my chain potty-trained, and my watches ain't

Bitch I got a 50 clip in my Lou Deng

I think I'm that nigga yeah, just like Liu Kang

Pull up in my X6 with my M1

Just hit my connect, he say he got 'bout 10 guns

Pull up in my 745 with 51

Pull up in my Q7, with FNs and drums

Pull up to your party, bitch I got my 40

Pull up to your house, all them guns is out

Pull up on your block, we love pulling up

And we pulling up with Glocks, we are toolied up

Save Me lyrics - Chief Keef

Fuck he say?

Fuck that nigga said?

Ay, ay

Ay, ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay

Gang, gang, gang

Ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay

Ay, ay, ay

Ridin' with my chopper, ay, ay

I'ma beat him like his father, ay, ay

Now it's blood on my Giuseppes, ay, ay

I don't like no fuckin' Pradas, ay, ay

Put a knife up on my TEC, ay

Little FaceTime, little Skype up for my tech, ay, ay

And it all happened right up on my set, ay

SOS look like I'm from iTech, ay

She give me top right before I jet, ay, ay

I need a yacht right before my jet, ay

I smoke some dope right before I get, ay, ay

Mad, blast his ass then forget, ay, ay

Glo Gang, them my jits, ay

Octane where I hear it, ay

I'm not saying what I did, ay

Look at my watch, Johnny, goddamn, ay, ay

We gon' smoke it all, catch him in an open field that's an open fall

Bitch, I will never fail or turn my fail to fall

I promise I'm not seein' y'all or hearin' y'all, ay

I gave my carats frost, ay

Flexin' like Dave the Barbarian y'all, ay

Piss what I'm wearin' y'all, ay

My chain win chains by its 'ppearance y'all, ay

Smokin' Swishers, ay

Countin' money, gettin' blisters, ay, ay

Hand in your man, we will fix ya, ay, ay

All red right now, I'm no Clifford, ay

'Cause I'm a dog when it comes to fuckin' bitches, ay, ay

Coolin' with my fans and takin' pictures, ay

And I got my pistol for them niggas, ay

I'ma pistol-fuck them niggas, ay, ay

What you see? Pistols poppin', nigga, ay, ay

Your cars on E, fill 'em up, little nigga, ay, ay

Your squad on D, get 'em up, little nigga, ay, ay

I got my feelings tucked, little nigga, ay, ay

Right where my pistol tucked, little nigga

Either Way lyrics - Chief Keef

Either way, either way

Either way, either way

Either way, either way

Either way, either way

Ace Bankz on the track

Either way, bitch, I'm that nigga (I'm that nigga, either way, either way)

Either way, I'm countin' figures (I'm countin' figures, either way, either way)

Either way, I'm with my fuckin' niggas (I'm with my fuckin' niggas, either way, either way)

And either way, we'll fuckin' get ya (Either way, we'll fuckin' get ya, either way, either way)

Either way, I'm gon' get cake (The way I love you Kay Kay, either way)

Either way, I'm gon' get laid (Either way, I'm gon' get laid, ay, either way)

Either way, I'm a fuck yo' bae (Either way, I'm a fuck yo' bae, ay, either way)

Either way, she'll know my face (Either way, she'll know my face name)

And I gotta get this money either way

Gotta get this money either way

Got them bitches comin' either way, ay

And this money comin' either way, ay

And I money hungry either way

Dreads low, you can't see my face, ay

Eyes low, I can't see the place, ay

I'm smokin' dope, I can't feel my face

That was gon' happen either way

I'm gon' let that semi spray

A fuck nigga in my way and that's either way

I'm ridin' Bentley's MIA

My chopper Kimmy K, I nicknamed her Kimmy Karday

Just bought some semis today

My ning ding went MIA

Either way, bitch, I'm that nigga (I'm that nigga, either way, either way)

Either way, I'm countin' figures (I'm countin' figures, either way, either way)

Either way, I'm with my fuckin' niggas (I'm with my fuckin' niggas, either way, either way)

And either way, we'll fuckin' get ya (Either way, we'll fuckin' get ya, either way, either way)

Either way, I'm gon' get cake (The way I love you Kay Kay, either way)

Either way, I'm gon' get laid (Either way, I'm gon' get laid, ay, either way)

Either way, I'm a fuck yo' bae (Either way, I'm a fuck yo' bae, ay, either way)

Either way, she'll know my face (Either way, she'll know my face name)

And I gotta get this money either way

I remember sellin' coke now I get booked for shows

‘Member some little thots but my phone full of those

And a lot of guns, bitch, my home full of those

Either way, you can get eight shots out this Ruger nose, ay

She wanna come to my house, I'm like, "Girl, no clothes", ay

She wanna smell my guap, I'm like, "Girl yo' nose", ay

Bitch, what you talkin' 'bout, I'm into it with O-we

You don't give me top I'm into it with you

You feel me?

Smokin' on this loud, you smell me

You ain't smokin' loud, that's filthy

Told my lean-man to double seal me

I take clean money and I'm filthy

Either way, bitch, I'm that nigga (I'm that nigga, either way, either way)

Either way, I'm countin' figures (I'm countin' figures, either way, either way)

Either way, I'm with my fuckin' niggas (I'm with my fuckin' niggas, either way, either way)

And either way, we'll fuckin' get ya (Either way, we'll fuckin' get ya, either way, either way)

Either way, I'm gon' get cake (The way I love you Kay Kay, either way)

Either way, I'm gon' get laid (Either way, I'm gon' get laid, ay, either way)

Either way, I'm a fuck yo' bae (Either way, I'm a fuck yo' bae, ay, either way)

Either way, she'll know my face (Either way, she'll know my face name)

And I gotta get this money either way

Ace Bankz on the track

War lyrics - Chief Keef

Boy don't want war

Pussy boy don't want war

Boy don't want war

Pussy boy don't want war

Don't want war

Pussy boy

Don't want war

Want war, want war

Nigga fuck your mama, she should've wore a condom

Boy don't want it

Pussy boy don't want it

Pussy boy

Pussy boy

Pussy boy

Pussy boy

Nigga fuck your mama, she should've wore a condom

Pull up in that 'Rari, burning off this rubber

Niggas undercover, so you know I can't trust them

I be smoking earth, boy, you be smoking bubba

The bitch like Benihanas, took that bitch to McDonald's

I got plenty condoms and I got plenty commas

If you want some beef, boy, I won't be your farmer

I might be your father, ball like Penny Hardaway

Judge tryna lock me up, 'cause my pee look darker

But that ain't gon' solve nothin', weed solve my problem

Guns for my armor, nigga, fuck security

Out the cut like barbers, got niggas Forrest Gumpin'

Smoking on this Compton, but bitch, I'm in Chiraq

Where you disrespect me at, bitch, that's where you die at

All these fucking lab rats, now I got my mouse trap

Niggas wanna fake kick it, wan' know where my house at

That life I ain't 'bout that, I'm 'bout pushing scalps back

Pull up on yo block, bitch, let my niggas out that

Foreign car, clout that, I'm high off this Tooka pack

I'm high off this Aiki pack, I'm high off this Tu-Tu pack

Smoking on that Jay Loud, smoking on that FatHead

Run up on 4-6, leave a nigga flat dead

Shoot a 47, flying off like Batman

Boy, I got a bag, bitch, put that bag on that head

I'm high off this Chief Keef, got me feeling like Superman

That bitch called Chief Keef "G", bitch I'm not no MuBu man

All these damn frenemies, I'm gon' call up PooPoo Man

I got niggas in these streets, they fuck around and do you, man

I'm rich, hallelujah man, still got my toolie, man

Fuck with me, I'll fuck around and screw your mans

Flexin' like a ruler, shoot at your medulla, man

And get your bitch, she wanna suck my dick, I knew it, man

Pussy boy don't want war

Pussy boy don't want war

Pussy boy don't want war

Don't want war

Pussy boy don't want war

Pussy boy don't want war

Pussy boy don't want war

Don't want war

Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war, want war

Come down your block like thunder, thunder, thunder

I just bought ten guns and ten pounds and ten mansions

Come through dunkin' shit, Kevin Durant, Lebron-ing

But you like to Twitter beef, pussy, how you warrin'?

Pussy, how you warrin'?

Pussy, how you warrin'?

Pussy, how you warrin'?

Pussy, how you warrin'?

How you warrin'?

Only Thing I Know lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Fedy)

The only thing I know

The only thing I know

The only thing I know

The only thing I know is how to get this money

I'm a get it going, told amigo keep it coming

The only thing I know is busting down a brick

If shit get fucked up finesse a nigga out of chips

The only thing I know is busting down a bail

Throwing it in the bag and putting it on the scale

The only thing I know is how to break a bitch

Put her on the strip and told the bitch to get me rich

Bitch, I'm a nut

Everyday is payday

I'll kill a nigga, put that on Kaykay

Shots fired, man down, bitch nigga, Mayday

Pull them pistols up, I bet them boys vacate

Only thing I know is all these niggas stunt

Kill him for his bricks then roll me up a blunt

I'm smoking on the skunk, on this money hunt

I'm a Glory Boy, and I be gloried up

Tatted like amigos, amigos front me kilos

We just money repo, bank account 8 zeroes

Call me Chief Sosa De Niro, flier than a seagull

Give my young boys kilos; they serving to your people

These niggas ain't 'sleep, though, know they know 'bout me though

Who that? I don't even know. I'm finna go see though

Hope he holding kilos, Rose bring 'em to me though

That's why I am CEO. Fuck you fuck boys mean though?

The only thing I know is how to get this money

I'm a get it going, told amigo keep it coming

The only thing I know is busting down a brick

If shit get fucked up finesse a nigga out of chips

The only thing I know is busting down a bail

Throwing it in the bag and putting it on the scale

The only thing I know is how to break a bitch

Put her on the strip and told the bitch to get me rich

The only thing I know is how to get this money

I'm a get it going, told amigo keep it coming

The only thing I know is busting down a brick

If shit get fucked up finesse a nigga out of chips

The only thing I know is busting down a bail

Throwing it in the bag and putting it on the scale

The only thing I know is how to break a bitch

Put her on the strip and told the bitch to get me rich

Make It Count lyrics - Chief Keef

12Hunna on the beat

I'ma make it count, bitch I'ma spray some shit

I'ma make it count, bitch I'm gon' spray

I'ma make it count, bitch I'ma spray some shit

Ay, ay, ay, ay

Niggas ain't on piss, niggas ain't on shit (Nah)

I just bought a .40 'cause there ain't no kick (Nah)

Got a .30 in it, I'ma make it spit (ay)

I'm gon' make it count, bitch, I'm spraying shit (ay)

I'ma count this money while I take a shit

I'ma spray that dummy if he try to take my shit (ay)

A situation is what all you make of it

Well I'ma make these pistols get to saying shit (ay)

I got old guns on that cranky shit (ay)

I got new guns can't wait to spray that shit

I swear my MAC be on some player shit (ay)

But don't make him get to spraying shit (ay)

Smoking Tooka like a hookah (ay)

Run up on me, I'ma shoot ya (ay)

No Versace Medusa (ay)

1400 for this belt like "Booyah" (ay)

Diamonds on my neck like tumors (ay)

Hurting my damn neck like "Ooh, ah" (ay)

Ben Franklin in my pocket

Try to take it, put your ass on the front of New York Times

Can't see me boy 'cause you are blind

You say you getting money, you are lyin'

Got a car 'round my neck, now who wanna drive (ay)

Niggas ain't on piss, niggas ain't on shit (ay, ay, ay)

I just bought a .40 'cause there ain't no kick (Bang, bang, bang)

Got a .30 in it, I'ma make it spit (Bang, bang, bang)

I'm gon' make it count, bitch, I'm spraying shit (Bang, bang)

I'ma count this money while I take a shit (Beep, beep)

I'ma spray that dummy if he try to take my shit (Bang, bang)

The situation is what all you make of it

Well I'ma make these pistols get to saying shit (ay)

'Member posted up on Front$treet

Selling dope up out my grandma house

No, I can't have no company

Unless you tryna sell dope up out it (ay)

Ain't no security with me (ay)

It's just me and 4-0 and Johnson

And I can't trust niggas

So I went and bought me a fucking golden choppa

That bitch got Tourettes

It be screaming out shit like "Shit"

Bitch, fuck niggas

We don't fuck with fuck niggas

Coming out the cut, when you see us, duck, nigga

Coming strong, nigga

Smoking on that fucking strong, nigga

Bitch, I got my own, nigga

Own gun and I'm all alone, nigga

I'm my own man, I'm standing strong, nigga

Try me you won't be going home, nigga

Kushy Kushy, my cologne, nigga

Walk to court they like "You smelling strong, nigga"

Glo Gang shit, that's what I'm on, nigga

You a opposite, you meet my horn, nigga (Bang bang)

We don't mean peace, we mean war, nigga

Shoot your ass then your boys, nigga (ay)

And I still believe in God, nigga

But I don't believe in frauds, nigga

I'm a Glo Man, so why would I shiver?

Up this 4-5 get to porcupine them niggas (ay)

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2nd Day Out lyrics - Chief Keef

Starting off my day with a blunt stuffed

Pussy kept on talking he got fucked up

Big black Glock and a cup of purp

You already know I'm finna sip some sizzurp

I'm back off in the kitchen working with the pies

Say you need a half of brick, give me twelve-five

Fifty pounds of gross, several pounds of midget

Tadoe just brought a pretty fucking fifty

My gun need a mag, he happy then he mad

Someone leavin' real soon, so he send his ass

Hop out of that van with like two little mags

And if a nigga try me I'm 'a do his ass

I'm counting up the paper in my office room

And I'm witch, bitch, please don't make me spark the broom

Guns in every little cut, like a fucking savage

Hear the SWAT team, come you gotta fucking have it

Man I'm tired of buying jocks, I need a rocket launcher

You ain't tryna incriminate then bitch stop the camera

I used to drive the foreign through my backyard

Hit the dough and I'm 'a blow you like a Saks card

Sosa back bitch, yeah I'm back bitch

That little stupid ass, dirty ass, black bitch

This that new shit, that fuck the jail shit

Fuck nigga, no, that it ain't in my heritage

You on my shit list, you like a biscuit

Granny say if it ain't broke don't try to fix it

I got a sick wrist, it cost like six-six

Zero zero zero nigga, come and get this

I got a stupid swag, please don't touch my Louis bag

Pole on me nigga, you gon' make me do you bad

Bitch my Louis bag, that bitch Scooby snacks

I need an elephant, giraffe and a Cougar cat

Bitch I end my day ten...

Bitch I end my day ten in the morning

You can sneak diss this bitch still is going

We gon' hit his block, pull up, hit the horn

I ain't talking the whip bitch, this bitch is blowing

Stick a silly nigga now he's silicon

Granny what you doing? She say I'm whipping corn

I just bough a chopper bitch, it'll shake the storm

Pull up auditorium and shake the dorm

Saying you can't stand me, pussy take a seat

Call 'em McDonald's 'cause he faking beef

Hit the back block and then take the street

Piss on his grave, I got to take a leak

Standing on the curb and I'm flaming dope

Seventeen years old I was strangling hoes

Had to grow up and make a bankroll

.40 get to singing, she'll take your soul

My auntie need some strips, sister need a crib

Told her tie your shoes little baby and don't even trip

I hopped up in that truck with the double cup

And it can't spill, I make that bitch buckle up

I'm counting up bodies as they fucking drop

Nigga think he had them streets, we had to break his lock

He got a high fade, we had to shave his top

Car so loud vroom vroom, might wake the block

Four Porches, nine elevens, and like eight bitches

It's a horse on the seat, they tryna take pictures

And that pussy nigga scared, you know I hate chickens

He done caught a domestic, it's the state business

Make them see the light and it's bright white

Young boy brown as shit, but my ice white

They spying on the spot with them fucking drones

Tell them helicopters get the fucking on

Baby I'm low-key if I'm fucking you

I can fucking don't say shit this what I do

Smoke them like a kite like my cousin Ku

Bullets popping out like a fucking Boo

Ay, ay, ay, yeah

Phew, phew, phew

Phew, phew, phew

Phew, phew, phew

Second day out! Ay!

Second day out! Ay ay!

Second day out!

Phew, phew, phew

Phew, phew, phew

Phew, phew, phew

Phew, phew, phew

Phew, phew, phew

Phew

All I Talk Cash lyrics - Chief Keef

Came through with that cash and that swag

Fuck a bag, put the racks in my pants

I went in Saks, spent a sack 'cause I get it right back

Fucked your bitch, gave her back 'cause I get it like that

Catch you with the hammer, I don't dance

You want beef? I'ma turn you into a tranny

I don't wanna fuck your bitch, she want romance

I wanna fuck, don't wanna dance

I got a million in my pants now

I don't use no rubber bands now

Big bank take little bank, stand down

'Fore I pull the racks up out my pants now

I pulled up, million dollar cash down

'cause I got that sack now

All I talk is racks, all I talk is cash now

You not flexin', sit your ass down

What is you, a class clown?

Only language that I speak is million dollars cash down

Million dollars, million dollars, million dollars

Million dollars, million dollars, million dollars

Pulled up, trunk bangin', car swangin', now we gangin', war gangin'

Excuse me, I mean that we're gangin'

You want me in your club, you gon' have to let the gang in

Look here, I'm very well respected in the streets

Hop out my Emmy, and my wrist we got a P

I smoke dope, you be smokin' wack reefer

All the loud I smoke you think I spent a million on this weed

Told that bitch you had to go it's time to eat

She thought she was T'd, but she weak

When I say "T" that mean too turned, that's how I be

You want a show, you better million dollar me

I pulled up, million dollar cash down

'cause I got that sack now

All I talk is racks, all I talk is cash now

You not flexin', sit your ass down

What is you, a class clown?

Only language that I speak is million dollars cash down

Million dollars, million dollars, million dollars

Million dollars, million dollars, million dollars

Almight Sosa lyrics - Chief Keef

A, L, M, I, G, H, T, Y, S, O, S, A

Baby you know me, I'm that guy

Baby, A, L, M, I, G, H, T, Y, S, O, S, A

Baby you know me, I'm that guy

I'm smoking on Z, O, P, E and that shit, it got me high

And I know you wanna be on TV, but just go down for right now

I'm on this Promethazine, I'm 'bout to pour me a cup right now

This bitch probably wanna sit next to me

I try this head, like twenty-five thou'

Baby, you know how I'm rocking

Fuck around balling so hard, slam dunking

Got this 30 on me, it's tall, tell 'em I'm dunking

Give 'em 2 shots a piece, call it slam dunking

Hell yeah, I'll eat up all them nuggets

little niggas think they're flexing with their little muscles

She digging me, I figured it

Smoking on that dealer shit

Baby you is a dinner plate

PRA, that expensive shit

I ain't got no time for it

Might try to send me up, I got my 9 for it

Finna pour me up a 4 and hit my councils, bitch

Because I am high as shit

Baby, is you dripping some shit

I know you ain't tryna dry my shit

And I don't wanna beat yo' ass

'Cause I don't wanna go down and shit

I just want some top or some shit

I know you wanna be crowned and shit

But baby, I'm Almight So'

I'm balling like I'm having shit

Clip too long, got my guns showing

I love getting money, I got money pouring

Try to take it, ain't gotta do nothing, I got my youngins blowing

I'ma send yo' butt out the squad, I'm the youngest boy

Baby, A, L, M, I, G, H, T, Y, S, O, S, A

Baby you know me, I'm that guy

I'm smoking on Z, O, P, E and that shit, it got me high

And I know you wanna be on TV, but just go down for right now

I'm on this Promethazine, I'm 'bout to pour me a cup right now

This bitch probably wanna sit next to me

I try this head, like twenty-five thou'

Baby, you know how I'm rocking

Fuck around balling so hard, slam dunking

Almighty Gnar lyrics - Lil Gnar & Chief Keef

Damn, stupid dummy

I love some dodi (Damn)

Talkin' Olympians, bitch, I got trophies (Yeah)

Call me broksi (Nope)

Give your ass that Kobe, you try to backdoor me (Bang, bang, bang)

Skokie (Skokie)

Bitch, I'm from the Southside, ain't from Skokie

Call me Smokey

We ready if the opps think they can smoke me

These bitches dirty

Where I'm from, you get a pistol for dirty cheap

A McFlurry

Bitch, my fuckin' wrist a McFlurry

Like a jersey

We'll leave your t-shirt like a jersey (On God)

Did ya heard me? (Bang, bang, bang, huh, huh)

43B (Ftftft, beep, what?)

I just-I just got some brand new Marni (Damn, yeah)

I just-I just blew some bands in Onyx (Bands in Onyx)

I just took the stand and I lied yo' honor (On God, Sosa baby)

She gon' come to crib and give me that body (Damn)

I keep a big FN, I be with piranhas (Grrr)

I just copped a Lamb' truck, fuck yo' Honda (Ayy, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Lil Gnar like a doctor, he be medicated (Un un, meds)

I need my money now, I ain't got no patience

Blicky hit his chin like monkeypox, it get messey (Sosa baby)

I get work from Mexico, I'm plugged in with the ese

Caught that boy slippin' with the lead like a Xray (Xray)

Got your bitch squirtin' while she ridin' like a jetski (Like a jetski)

I feel like I'm Chief Keef in 2012 (Bang, bang)

All these bitches say they love me, I pour Wocky by myself

I just want some sloppy, told the thotty keep her pants on

Gave my youngin 20, told him slide with the shiest' on (Grrr)

Grown ass man, pay the bills, I keep the lights on (Damn)

Shit get extra sticky, FN blicky with the sights on

G-I-A certified, don't do rhinestone (Ya dig)

B-I-G, Big Guap, know I handle biz

Half a million on Gnarcotic Shoes, I done got Nike pissed (I did)

I done put the east side on my belt, they fuckin' love the kid

I run up these commas out the mud just like a cleat (What?)

When my granny died, it broke my heart, I turnt to beast (What?)

Short, thick, purple hair bitch, call her Wockiana

Only time I cheat on her is when I'm with my Glockiana (Bang, bang, bang)

Slide on some ahks, they on they deen, I'm finna pop a lil bean

Choppin' the top off of the 'Rari call it a guillotine (Yeah, yeah)

Run with some zoes, sak pase, they talkin' 'bout "N'ap boule"

Goyard bags came from France talkin' 'bout Mon Chéri

Hellen Keller, if you ain't talkin' 'bout money, I'ma deaf man

I just got a chain and a whip, I'm like, "Fuck the clan" (Dig)

I just-I just got some brand new Marni (Some brand new Marni)

I just-I just blew some bands in Onyx (I just-I just)

I just took the stand and I lied yo' honor (On God)

She gon' come to crib and give me that body (Damn)

I keep a big FN, I be with piranhas (Bang, bang)

I just copped a Lamb' truck, fuck yo' Honda (Grah)

Lil Gnar like a doctor, he be medicated (Yeah)

I need my money now, I ain't got no patience

Bang, bang, bang, grah (Damn, phew)

Any Opponent lyrics - Chief Keef

She's a very thot bitch, I saw her on the corner

That ain't my bitch, I just wanna fuck her momma

Xbox shit, I'm the only one

That's my shit, every time they cut me on

Came in the trap on the floor goes the money

That's a loud pack and I put a lighter on it

How my doors flap I be thinking I'm a hornet

Where he at I'm gon' have to kill my opponent

You said I ain't getting money, what you talking about?

I remember I used to live in my mom's house

Now I'm living large got a nice house

And the mansion man, I had to get the mice out

Tell her, "Baby girl who told you bring my pipe out?"

This bitch tripping because I cut the lights out

She cooking chickens in my shit got the rice out

35 for a show tell 'em right now

Went up in the club have my ice out

I'm blinging and they got the fucking lights out

Call Desperado for the chrome, he put the auto to your dome

Call Capper for a cappe he like right now

I'm like right now? This nigga got his ice out

Me and Jusglo riding strong

Yeah I have you waiting 30 hours long

She's a very dark bitch, I saw her on the corner

That ain't my bitch, I just wanna fuck her momma

Xbox shit, I'm the only one

That's my shit, every time they cut me on

Came in the trap on the floor goes the money

That's a loud pack and I put a lighter on it

How my doors flap I be thinking I'm a hornet

Where he at I'm gon' have to kill my opponent

You got a very freaky momma

We can do a slumber

She asked for my number

Gave her the Jack Lumber

Rolling in that uh-huh they're like there go Obama

Rolling of that um-hum bitch I can't even mumble

This bitch tripping off of nothing, told that bitch stumble

I'm 'a get this money you'll see how the cookie crumble

Go and fall bitch I won't be there to catch you

Go and sneeze there bitch I ain't gon' be there to bless you

20 grand my i8 can beat your Tesla

Foreign king ready, I'm like I just have to test it

Bitch so what it looks like I'm riding in the flexer

I saw that motherfucker and I'm like I gotta get 'em

She's a very dark bitch, I saw her on the corner

That ain't my bitch, I just wanna fuck her momma

Xbox shit, I'm the only one

That's my shit, every time they cut me on

Came in the trap on the floor goes the money

That's a loud pack and I put a lighter on it

How my doors flap I be thinking I'm a hornet

Where he at I'm gon' have to kill my opponent

Bands In Da Basement lyrics - 03 Greedo (feat. Chief Keef)

[03 Greedo:]

Bands in the basement

Ayy

Bands in the basement

Bands in the basement, money in the mattress

Bands in the basement, money in the mattress

Bands in the basement, money in the mattress (Ron-Ron do that shit)

Bands in the basement, money in the mattress

Work in the walls, I got millions in my mansion

Bands in the basement, money in the mattress

Work in the walls, I got millions in my mansion

Bands in the basement

Bands in the basement, the money in the mattress

Bands in the basement

Bands in the basement, the money in the mattress

[Chief Keef:]

Bitch jumped off the porch (Yeah), you niggas with the safe rolls

Stash by safe hoes, money in way out (Woah, woah, woah, woah)

Louis V my shores (Ayy), swamp trucks, twin pumps (Huh)

Wet a nigga up if he tryna fuck a thot (Woah, ayy, ayy)

Back I was ringin' doorbells, find it funny, went a rebel (Ooh, uh)

We was ringin' doorbells, we was runnin' in the house (Ooh)

When you first locked out in Abbie, I was breaking down the ounces

When my dudes was in the kitchen, I was ringin' in the door

Fuck, she ever 'bout to fuck me, 'bout the Glock nine (Oh)

Fuck, she ever 'bout to fuck me, ref on one time

Fuck, she ever 'bout to fuck me, I'ma lock down

Fuck, she ever 'bout to fuck me, I'ma knock down

Mama keep it out, had to figure all the different round

I pulled up, he's still out, I had to lay him down and knock him out (Ayy, ayy)

Glock inside his mouth, my ally bought, I was in the South (Ayy, ayy)

Recording my freestyle, you know I dig it out, I'm diggin' out (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[03 Greedo:]

Bands in the basement

Bands in the basement, money in the mattress

Bands in the basement, money in the mattress

Bands in the basement, money in the mattress

Bands in the basement, money in the mattress

Work in the walls, I got millions in my mansion

Bands in the basement, money in the mattress

Work in the walls, I got millions in my mansion

Bands in the basement

Bands in the basement, the money in the mattress

Bands in the basement

Bands in the basement, the money in the mattress

BANG BANG lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

Ayy (Bang-bang)

Sos' baby

(EarDrummers)

Bang, bang, bang

Where I'm from you won't get shit with a handout

When I come through the city, niggas bring them bands out

Sound of the semi often sounding like we brought the pans out

I'm a hot boy, someone please bring the fans out

Make a bitch work, work, work, work, like Rihanna

Stash the twenties, stack the fifties, when I look up, I see hundreds

Man, you know how it feel if you never had nothin'

I can't know how you feel if you never said somethin' (Get that money)

I be runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'

Remember on the block gunnin', gunnin', gunnin', gunnin', gunnin'

Now I'm getting money, money, money, money, money, money

You can tell by my tummy, tummy, tummy, yummy, yummy

Remember selling dope out granny's, for my family

Now I can buy my granny a fucking Bentley

Fuck the rap game, fuck I look like buyin' a Plan B

But I gotta get this money, do you understand me?

I'ma fuck my trigger raw until that bitch saying, "Keef

Turn that Xbox off, 'cause ain't no bitch playing me"

Trying to play with me, you better off plannin' Plan B

'Cause your plan A didn't work, and I didn't understand each

Just got a call from my mama, she want another

Twenty racks, she will always be the one that's one up

Hop out the car, it smell like thunder, I wish you'd run up

I don't crush a lot, I can't, let me call Big Pun up

Bang bang, bang, bang bang, bang (Bang)

Bang bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang bang, bang

Bang bang, bang, bang, bang, (Bang)

In the trap steady walkin' to the peephole

Now I'm in a mansion, don't know my gate code

In the party, woo woo, okay ho

Cheno come through the back with the Draco

No cash ain't no on stage ho

Pan come through the front with the bankroll

She ran in the building, I was like, "Hey, bro

Who bitch in the front with the mango?"

Chief Sosa, I'm Mufasa, Rastafari bombaclota

We turn you to a water, lil' nigga, please don't get mopped up

My pistol Mad Max, I been running 'round with shottas

I'm the alley cat and you the rat that run around with coppers

Bitch, I'm balling so damn hard I think I need a Fiji water

Swear that money be my baby, hello Sosa, you're the father

Excuse me bro, do you sell dope? Fuck you a federale?

I'm a boss and these niggas hoes, that's why he fell behind me

I'm so fly, I'm so fly, in Hawaii eating Thai

You gotta pay me for a comment, and that comment might be why

Asian ho, say she think I'm nice, why 'cause I eat rice?

Bitch, I'm mean, go and get your things, you can spend the night

Bitch, I flex, flexing on my ex with a fucking check

You think you hot 'cause you got a box, your shit could get checked

I'm so hard, with a bitch box, I be playing chess

Oh my God, what a bitter road, we hit 'em in the chest

Now he dead, leave his ass red, hit him with high tech

That mean my tech so fucking high, hit ten for six in that

Like you was bad before Christmas Eve, bitch, that's what you get

Like I was blind, then that happened to night, I don't know where you at

Bang bang, bang, bang bang, bang (Bang)

Bang bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang bang, bang

Bang bang, bang, bang, bang, (Bang)

(Mike WiLL Made-It)

Boost lyrics - Chief Keef

Yeah

[*clears throat*]

Yeah

Yeah

She got wet when she looked at my neck

Don't look for me unless you got a check

Told my mama that I'm gonna be my best

She said, "Do you, don't worry 'bout the rest"

Almighty don't like nobody

Got them nunchucks, ready to fight somebody

Glock Tyson ready to bite somebody

Baby said she quit, but now she back on molly

Designer on my body-ody-ody-ody

White lamb, Yo Gotti-otti-otti-otti-otti

Slidin' in that Ridie-ide-ide-ide-ide

Just flamed up some biscotti-otti-otti-otti

Tonight's a party-arty-arty-arty-arty

Me and foe 'nem slidie-idie-idie-idie-idie

We don't fear nobody-ody-ody-ody-ody

My K Spanish, beat like ay-ay-ay-ay-ay

She like "It's yours" I'm like that's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine

Two watches still don't have time, time, time, time

Send them to the ER like bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Then wave at them like bye, bye, bye, bye, bye

Pull up like president Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi

Eyes low 'cause I'm High, high high high high

They took my brothers, Why why why why why?

Foes 'nem with the fishes, Sky sky sky sky sky

Hop in that pussy, Sky dive, dive, dive, dive

You ain't did dick before girl? Right, Right, Right, Right, Right

You can drive my car, we can drive, drive, drive, drive

I'm in Manhattan I'm turnt, Piped piped piped piped

She need me for ride

Slick want to know what life like

My son was two, talkin' about fight-fight

They be havin' the right idea, but the wrong guy

You might see me throwing money in the club

Shawty say she at the club, picked her up

This ain't NBA, but you will get your ass dubbed

What's dubbed? Get hit with twenty slugs

I stay thinking about how I used to be a crook

Don't say you love me, I'm giving your ass the look

Don't try read my tats, bitch go read a book

And when I'm lonely, bitch come give me a hug

I know you would leave me if I lost everything

Went in the mall and I bought everything

Flip-flop ass niggas they claim every gang

Why you buy that jewelry for if you tuck every chain

Hoodie says Taxi, but it's called Helmut Lang

I got young money, I'ma call Lil Wayne

Four by four I'm looking down like I'm in a crane

You see the truck jump get out of my way

They all be fake with me, aye

You lighten up my day baby

Keep me gettin' paid yeah

Get me some lemonade for that shade throwing

She wanna come to my place, yeah I know

But I make her wait hour long

I remember when I used to buy J's (Yeah)

Now I can eat what I crave

Them hundreds Nipsey blue

Girl come see me, fuck your dude

I'm just keeping it true

My JR name Krue

On folks 'nem head I can't lose

I'm an animal on the loose (Ooh)

Dope give me my boost

She gon' tie my boots (Ooh)

Bow Bow Bow (F My Baby Dad) (Chief Keef Remix) lyrics - Sexyy Red & Chief Keef

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

Fuck my baby dad, fuck my baby dad, fuck my baby dad (DJ Meech, lil' bitch)

I'm a fine-ass bitch, I ain't in the house sad (Sexyy)

Fuck my baby dad

(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks

(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks

All that ass on her, damn, this bitch bad

Switch my hips when I walk, yeah, I know you like that (It's Sexyy)

My nigga fucked up, fuck my baby dad

I'm gettin' outside, I ain't in the house sad (No)

Called up my bitch, we finna go out (Yeah)

Where the niggas at? It's lookin' like a drought (Damn)

My mama got the kids, I'm gettin' out this house

All in the club bouncin' ass, showin' out (Northside)

Lip-gloss poppin', bitch, I'm show-stoppin' (Mwah)

Lookin' like a snack, baby daddy cock blockin' (Hatin' ass nigga)

Turnt up to the max, I'm the trendin' topic

My nigga actin' up, so you know I'm finna pop it

(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks

(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks

(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks

(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks (Sos', baby)

Baby want a bag, bought a gift bag

They call me Sosa Santa, don't get gift-wrapped

H-hop off the jet with the bag, that's why I'm jet-lagged

Bae you know Chief So' your daddy, come and [?] your bitch ass

I told bae, "You leave me, I'm puttin' a round in your ass"

Kill your ass dead and throw a gown on your ass

Put some money on your head, I put some count on your ass

Pull up with a bodybag, but it got pounds in the bag

Fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama

She a dusty ass bitch, bitch be broke all summer

Ayy, that bitch be broke all summer

Dirty bitch be tryna take what a nigga work for

I done been through some shit, man, that shit don't hurt, ho

In the back of the Maybach, so I keep the curtains low

I ain't got shit for you, dirty bitch, I'm broke, ho

Tryna get revenge by suckin' dick, bitch, your cutthroat

I'm with three Powerpuff Girls, Mojo Jojo

She like, "That's three-hundred K, nigga, how you broke though?"

I don't pay bitches, bitch, that is not my mojo

Chief So been goin' hard, bitch, I'm in go mode

I just bought another Lamborghini 'cause it gon' move

Baby, make that ass shake, I wanna see it slow-mo

Said you want this shit to last? Nigga, take a photo

Damn, that ass on her, damn, this bitch bad

I think my favorite thing to do is make my Spanish bitch mad

She be cussin' a nigga out, I be like, "Damn, this bitch bad"

Yeah, I got one up in the head, but I'd be stab your bitch ass

Sneakdissin' Sosa over, bitch, go grab your bitch ass

You fuckin' broke ass nigga, I don't even be around your bitch ass

Leave you Casper gang, gon' pull up, come and find your bitch ass

Where your mama? I'm your fuckin' daddy, ground your bitch ass

Fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama

She a dusty ass bitch, she have a baby every summer

Ayy, she got a baby every summer, bitch

Fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama, you can fuck my baby mama

She a fine ass bitch, but she ugly deep under

Yeah, that bitch ugly deep under

Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, that's that booty meat

She just wanna eat me, look up and see jewelry

Mama say I got enough cherish, she need to neuter me

Mama said don't trust that bitch, she might end up shootin' me

Mama said don't trust that bitch, she might slap me in my sleep

Baby always need somethin', lemme tell you what I need

Let me get behind and hit it 'til I hit my knee

Bitch, this death row, if you leave then it's R.I.P

Fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama

She a dusty ass bitch, dusty ass hoe

Do you love that bitch? Nigga, gell no

Nah nigga, I really mean yeah, no (Phew)

My dick look like neck on giraffe, ho

Arm and leg on my wrist, smokin' elbow

I got car stripe stripes like shell toes

That ain't a real AP, that cost a damn bowl

I should take seven million, buy a damn boat

I thought you said you was broke? I'm like, "Eh, ho"

I don't shoot clubs up no more, ran outta ammo

(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks

(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks

Fuck my baby dad, fuck my baby dad, fuck my baby dad

I'm a fine-ass bitch, I ain't in the house sad

Fuck my baby dad

Fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama

She a dusty ass bitch, bitch be broke all summer

Ayy, that bitch be broke all summer

Burn Up lyrics - Chief Keef

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Run up then I'm gonna run up, nigga, run up if you wanna

Turn up, nigga, if you wanna, yo ass gonna get gun up

Gun down, gunner, gun down, gun down, nigga

Man down, nigga, run up, nigga

You ain't know none of us, nigga

You don't want none of this, nigga

What up, nigga? What's up, nigga?

Coming through, nigga, buck-buck, nigga

Tough love with this fuck Glock, nigga

Run up, nigga, get burned up, nigga

I was cooling in my little cash spot

Pull up nigga, what up, nigga?

I was cooling in, playing Xbox

Gun up nigga, buck up, nigga

All of my niggas got dreadlocks

Which one of us, nigga, come for ya, nigga

I just flex with my flex watch

Like what's up, nigga? Turn up, nigga

No little watch, it's a big watch

Turn up nigga, turn up, nigga

Kill yo ass even if you think 'bout it

Gun up, nigga, burn up, nigga

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

This nigga say he wanna run up

I heard that he don't have a gun up

He come for me, he better have his gun up

'Cause it's dangerous, my gun is hungry

Make a nigga bleed, through his head, his nose and his teeth

I cool with the B's, I cool with the Cs

All them niggas know Chief Keef

I'm like turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Finna hit the club, turn up, turn up

A nigga act up he get burned up, burned up

No talking, just burn 'em, burn 'em

Run up on 'em with this .40

Run up on 'em with this shotty

It's a 12 gauge buck shots in that ho, 'bout 40

'Cause I brought some extra shit, 'cause I am an extra nigga

Everything I do is extra, niggas in their extra feelings

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Chief So lyrics - Chief Keef

These niggas wish Chief So was dead

These niggas wish Chief So was dead

My opps wish Chief So was dead

My opps wish Chief So was dead

When we drill, Chief So was never scared

Walk up, Chief Sosa at your head

These niggas want Chief Sosa head

You niggas want Chief Sosa dead

'Member when everybody thought Chief So was dead

Nigga dissin' but he a Chief Sosa fan

I can't act like Chief So ain't never ran

Why you runnin', Chief So? To get a FN

I can't act like Chief So ain't never lacked before

Bitch, don't play with Chief Sosa, he'll slap a ho

When you come in Chief So house, close the door

One thing about Chief So, he gon' get that provolone

Chief So, Chief So (Screamin' out)

Chief So, Chief So (Hoes be like let's fuck)

Chief So, Chief So (Go get the scope)

Chief So, Chief So (You see it through the coat, bruh)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Bitch, I’m G to the L to the O, Big Glo

Chief So, dodgin' potholes in a red Ghost

Chief So, smokin' Citgo not a Primo

Chief So, stackin' Doritos, stackin' Pringles

Chief So, let a bitch go, he don't need a ho

Chief So, got Gelato, he a grease though

I should hit Chief Sosa, ask him for a feature

Chief Sosa want the lady that make her richer

Chief So, hop out sharper then a fuckin' preacher

Chief Sosa got a stick and that bitch can reach ya

Chief Sosa from the slums, that's why he in a creature

Chief Sosa get fellatio from Felicia

Chief So in California, nigga, not Nebraska

I fuck with Chief Sosa, young lucky bastard

Chief Sosa race Ferraris 'cause the Track faster

If you wanna race Chief Sosa, just pull ya ass up

Chief So, Chief So (Screamin' out)

Chief So, Chief So (Hoes be like let's fuck)

Chief So, Chief So (Go get the scope)

Chief So, Chief So (You see it through the coat, bruh)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Chief So

These niggas wish Chief So was broke

Hoes be like, "Chief So the G.O.A.T."

That ho gave Chief Sosa golden throat

She ate Chief Sosa like four-for-four

Chief Sosa "'member when he was poor"

Chief So granny put that shit in the store

Chief So won't wife her, that bitch broke

Chief Sosa used to go kick doors

Chief Sosa spend that bag, get more

Chief Sosa on ya ass, get low

I fall off in the club, Chief so

Man, here come all 'em naggy hoes

Chief Sosa got them racks, you know

Chief Sosa, you ain't got to know

Chief So say that he got it though

Chief So say he can buy a ho

She ask Chief Sosa "What's his name?"

He told that bitch "Milo"

Chief So don't take hoes on shopping sprees, but he a fly a ho

Chief So pulled up in a beast, when that bitch go growl

He say he don't like Chief So but that bitch got my style

Chief So goin' wild, make that gun go "Baow"

Chief So pull up, tag the fuck ass nigga up like a cow

Chief So make her smile, Chief So ask her out

Run up, Chief So smoke yo ass and take that shit to trial

Chief So, Chief So (Screamin' out)

Chief So, Chief So (Hoes be like let's fuck)

Chief So, Chief So (Go get the scope)

Chief So, Chief So (You see it through the coat, bruh)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Chief So

Baow

Baow

Baow

Baow

Baow

Baow

Baow

Damn Shorty lyrics - Chief Keef

Damn (R-R-R-Rari)

Damn shorty, this one ain't even on purpose man

Damn shorty, shoot on accident

Damn shorty, they thought about I am

Damn shorty, damn shorty

Damn shorty, outside of my set tho

How you fit that Glock in them tight ass pants shorty

They like how you get it, damn shorty

How you pulling up in the Lamb' shorty

Niggas like who that at the door like damn shorty

We'll shoot yo ass while you on cam shorty

If we can't get ya we gon' catch ya fam shorty

I'm like Tracy come out cut and slam shorty

Me and gang in LA, we'll ram shorty

Damn shorty

I can't come to yo' city I'm finna land shorty

I'll pop you, we ain't throwing hands shorty

I'll turn yo ass a new strand shorty

I'm off tooka, we don't do the Xans shorty

Damn shorty, damn shorty

Make the chopper sing big baby DRAM shorty

We'll catch you in the club, Sam shorty

Get to spraying cooking butter, bam shorty

Damn shorty, Damn shorty

We just watching out for Uncle Sam shorty

They like Sosa, "When you get that Lamb' shorty"

You already know what I am shorty

Damn shorty, damn shorty

You should already know I rep' my gang shorty

You already know I tuck no chain shorty

You can't hang shorty, you tuck yo' chain shorty

You was tryna hang, got yo' dumb ass banged shorty

We ain't playing around shorty this ain't no game shorty

On a roof feel like I'm on a crane shorty

You be rocking where? Boy, you ain't Dame shorty

I was on the CTA bus and a train shorty

Never got big headed since I got fame shorty (I got fame)

You dropped yo' __cpLocation when we came shorty (Ayy, came)

Before we kill you we gone give you that pain shorty (Give ya that pain)

They threw me in the booth told me go insane shorty (Du-da-duh)

Got Hermes umbrella, in case it rain shorty

Riding around yo city with me and my same shorties (Same shorty)

Finna come bowl on you

Better stay in yo' lane shorty (Lane shorty, ayy)

How you fit that Glock in them tight ass pants shorty

They like how you get it, damn shorty

How you pulling up in the Lamb' shorty

Niggas like who that at the door like damn shorty

We'll shoot yo ass while you on cam shorty

If we can't get ya we'll catch ya fam shorty

I'm like Tracy come out cut and slam shorty

Me and gang in LA, with the Rams shorty

Damn shorty

Me and gang in LA, with the Rams shorty

Get to spraying cooking butter, bam shorty

If we can't get ya we'll catch ya fam shorty

I'll turn yo ass into a new strand shorty

How you fit that Glock in them tight ass pants shorty

They like how you get it, damn shorty

How you pulling up in the Lamb' shorty

Niggas like who that at the door like damn shorty

We'll shoot yo ass while you on cam shorty

If we can't get ya we'll catch ya fam shorty

I'm like Tracy come out cut and slam shorty

Me and gang in LA, with the Rams shorty

Damn shorty

Dirty Nachos lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

EarDrummers

Mike WiLL

Young Rari

Mike WiLL

Niggas stay a feet, don't come on my street, ayy

The bitch know Keef always got somethin' on his feet, ayy

I'm lookin' at my son, and he grew a couple feet, ayy

Know I be with my boys and I ain't talkin' Backstreet (Backstreet)

They be tryna front, pull up on the backstreet (Skrrt, skrrt)

Know I got money, don't be tryna tax me (Tryna tax me)

If he on some business, nigga, you can fax me (Fax me)

She like when I get the time gone, like last week (Like last week)

It's fifty-two degrees and I'm wearing a hoodie (Hoodie)

Chief So, what's that I smell? That good kushy (Kushy)

I heard you with the police force, and you a rookie (You a rookie)

I'm walkin' 'round this bitch like a liquor tootsie (Liquor tootsie)

I heard you ain't fuck her, but you ate the pussy (Ate the pussy)

I ain't even wanna fuck that bitch, it look weak (That shit look weak)

Tell my brother, "Bring me back some clothes from Japanese" (Japanese)

I might be with a Chinese bitch, but bitch, I'm Capanese

Eenie, meenie, miney, mo, I got a tiger by his feet (Tiger by his feet)

King of the jungle, watchin' out for robberies (Robberies)

Looked up in my shoes and they say made in Italy

Went and bought a mop, oh yeah, I named it slippery (Named it slippery)

Ayy, don't slip, nigga (Don't slip)

Don't slip, nigga (Don't slip)

Don't slip, nigga (Don't slip, nigga)

My shoes tied, I don't trip, nigga (Ayy)

And If I'm in the club, I'm in the VIP, nigga (In the VIP, nigga)

Light ya up, LED strip, nigga

Act like you got it locked, you get zipped, nigga (You get zipped, nigga)

And I'm real fuckin' cool, I got them whips, nigga (I got them whips, nigga)

Nigga, get off your block and take a trip, nigga

(Get off your block and take a trip, nigga, take a trip, nigga)

Nigga, get off your block and take a trip, nigga

(Get off your block and take a trip, nigga, take a trip, nigga)

Nigga, get off your block and take a trip, nigga

(Get off your block and take a trip, nigga, take a trip, nigga)

Entry lyrics - Chief Keef

Sosa baby

Bally keep that semi

Ridin' fast swervin' in that new Bentley (GBE)

Don't talk about cars we got plenty

Pulling up in foreign cars in the entry

We pull up Cats, you don't see the hemis

Young nigga eating good, how he so skinny?

Don't talk about pipes, we got plenty

Bitch we was the youngest niggas up in the city

With a lil bitch she so sadity

I was with them bad boys, I felt like Diddy

Now I pull up, Ferrari, Bentley

If you looking for my jewelry I keeps it with me

I just slid down on em, they looking shitty

How she having all that ass and she so skinny?

All these white clouds of smoke this shit smell pissy

I gotta gift and I'm gonna send that bitch down your chimney

Bitch they know Chief Sosa putting that work in

Every time I hit the block, the police be lurking

The diamonds on my wrist be foot working

Tell Madea she was right 'cause they ain't no nurthing (nothing)

My chain got your bitch just stuck, flirting

Boy I ain't the Lord I ain't having mercy

November stuff his ass like a turkey

And I'm sharp as a bitch I can scratch the surface

Sign my name on her titties in cursive

And I had her on her knees like that man that she worship

And I'm sharper than the man that be running them churches

I'll have my shorty pop your bitch ass like a perky

They love Sosa, got them semis

Steady pressing the red button 'cause bitch I'm busy

Here to kill or fuck his wife that bitch not risky

At the hotel I clap that shit like Missy

Play gangster, went to jail that bitch turn sissy

Make his ass drink a bullet he taste like whiskey

My lil cousin so fried, that bitch so crispy

But he play with lil cousin that bitch make history

Bally keep that semi

Ridin' fast swervin' in that new Bentley

Talking bout cars, we got plenty

And I'm hoppin' in the Rari but I'm wearing skinnys

I can fit a 30 clip in my skinnys

I'll hit fat boy with it and make him skinny

I had bitches way back when I smoked them skimpys

Put a bullet in your heart and make that bitch empty

And the way this bitch spit, this the illest MC

Smack a nigga bodyguard. I feel like Nipsey

I just told a bitch, "Peace." It's like a hippy

And I had to bring my pipe, 'cause shit sound iffy

I'll break a nigga balls, believe it like Ripley's

I'll stick a pussy nigga like Botox lips be

I'll smoke a nigga today, tomorrow, this week

So if you don't wanna get popped, then don't come near me

Fat Racks lyrics - Chief Keef

Bet me, I got 10 stacks, nigga

You trippin', I got them racks, nigga

Come to my house, the gang gotta pat niggas

Down, the gang love to wack niggas

Mm, mm, Chief Sosa love to slap bitches

Let's get it done, Chief Sosa love to wrap shit up

The green I love, I don't care about no black nigga

Or no white niggas, skinny nigga, fat nigga

You saw me walk up with the fuckin' racks, right?

Flamin' hotter nigga, bitch it's snack time

Gummy-bear a nigga just like trolly

I'm in the choppers gettin' head by lelonnie

She said you fucked my friend, why you try me?

She said she ain't a thot, I'm like bitch don't lie to me

Bitch I ain't a bed, you can't lie on me

I fuck around and leave ya, don't rely on me

I got hella guns, right now they tweakin'

Gotta wake 'em up, right now they sleepin'

I got hella cash and she want me to throw it

He say he got cash but I want him to show it

Bet me, I got 10 stacks, nigga

You trippin', I got them racks, nigga

Come to my house, the gang gotta pat niggas

Down, the gang love to wack niggas

Mm, mm, Chief Sosa love to slap bitches

Let's get it done, Chief Sosa love to wrap shit up

The green I love, I don't care about no black nigga

Or no white nigga, skinny nigga, fat nigga

I don't care about you little too boys

My watch [?]. You didn't even know it

I be been pimpin' like I'm ballin' with Jordan

Then it's Rodman with the colorful floors

This bitch be actin' just like Felicia

I told the bitch beat it Chewbacca

I see this goofy nigga starin' at me

He like I just wanna see what you coppin'

Bet me, I got 10 stacks, nigga

You tripping, I got them racks, nigga

Come to my house, the gang gotta pat niggas

Down, the gang love to wack niggas

Mm, mm, Chief Sosa love to slap bitches

Let's get it done, Chief Sosa love to wrap shit up

The green I love, I don't care about no black nigga

Or no white nigga, skinny nigga, fat nigga

Fireman lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. NBA YoungBoy)

[Lil Juice:]

Fuck, damn

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

When you in that fire, I'm the only who can save you

Why you say that? I'm the fireman

Go ask about me, I never ran

Young nigga with whole lot of bands

I be losing my mind when I'm boxed in

I make that bitch do a handstand

Lot of dope in a car, I'm Saran Man

Lot of molly in me like I'm a Sandman

Landlord of the North like Nino (Nino)

Lot of money on me like C-Note (C-Note)

Strapped up, got Glock on my waist, oh

Chief Keef flex hard like Big Sos' (Big Sos')

Make love, fall out on a kilo (Oh)

Talk down but they count on me though (Oh)

I could start up the car with no key hole

These niggas ain't comin' like me, no (Yeah)

I got on dope and it's supreme

Stylin' so hard, I make you collapse

Studio go hard, I ain't takin' no bath

All day I've been workin' inside of the lab

I ain't ever got to write 'cause I know how to rap

They tell me slow down 'cause I'm movin' too fast

Uber too far so I hop in the cab

Hop on the jet, take a flight to the Carib' (Huh)

Got luck like a four-leaf clover (Leaf clover)

Full of drugs like I'm never sober (Huh, huh)

Flex hard like I'm Chief Sosa (Flex)

FN with a beam I'm totin' (Pow-pow)

Got a stick with a drum, I blow it

Nigga play me wrong, I show it (Yeah)

Tell me how the fuck you ain't know it (Ain't know)

Nigga know I be on it

When you in that fire, I'm the only who can save you

Why you say that? I'm the fireman

Go ask about me, I never ran

Young nigga with whole lot of bands

I be losing my mind when I'm boxed in

I make that bitch do a handstand

Lot of dope in a car, I'm Saran Man

Lot of molly in me like I'm a Sandman

Landlord of the North like Nino (Nino)

Lot of money on me like C-Note (C-Note)

Strapped up, got a Glock on my waist, oh

Chief Keef flex hard like Big Sos' (Big Sos')

Make love, fall out on a kilo (Oh)

Talk down but they count on me though (Oh)

I could start up the car with no key hole

These niggas ain't comin' like me, no (Yeah)

[Chief Keef:]

Got a Gucci headband like I'm AI (Gucci)

Put a nigga in a MAC, tell him FaceTime (Bang)

Folks 'nem took tons, see you take time (Huh?)

All this money on my watch, I can't waste time (Bling)

All this mula that I make I could waste shells (Frrr)

Bitch wipe me down like a windshield (Beep)

She read my tats, I'm a Kindle (Ha)

I just met a bitch look like Kendall (Yeah)

Used to have a .38 like YoungBoy (Bang)

Hit you with this fully auto drum, boy (Bang)

When you hear "pow-pow", run, boy (Bang)

Explosive car outside making damn noise (Vyoom, vyoom)

We blowin' them, can we get the drum roll

Like a Gmail, looking unfold (Bang)

I'm sipping drink out the punch bowl (Lean)

How you gonna catch up running slow? (Huh? Huh?)

Damn, I know (Ay)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

Landlord of the North like Nino (Nino)

Lot of money on me like C-Note (C-Note)

Strapped up, got a Glock on my waist, oh

Chief Keef flex hard like Big Sos' (Big Sos')

Make love, fall out on a kilo (Oh)

Talk down but they count on me though (Oh)

I could start up the car with no key hole

These niggas ain't comin' like me, no (Yeah)

Flees lyrics - Zaytoven & Sosa

[Chief Keef:]

I'm in a two seater, in the carpool

Gold runners on, and they are new

And gettin' money, what we up to

You ain't with us, then it's fuck you

Play chess in the streets, make your move

My house in LA look like Cancun

These hoes be takin' selfies in my bathroom

Fo'nem watch the spot from the cameras

We servin' that come back, front one more

The judge cannot stop me from countin' honchos

You gotta re-up when you run low

I'ma run it up and I'ma run for more

These bitch see the steez when I bop out the car

Met the bitch today but I'll get top by tomorrow

You don't get it like the gang, no not like the squad

I'm on planet Earth, I'm finna shoot back to Mars

On Mars with a scope, finna shoot at the stars

High as fuck, seein' Saturn have a shootout with Mars

Your thot say she see me in two different cars

I just hit Neiman's in a few different malls

Back to the wall, feet on the floor

Pedal to the metal, whole bunch of gold

Buy a lot of clothes, achieve a lot of goals

Friends turn foe but I'm wavy like a float

Syrup got me like a snail

On the yacht, finna set sail

Smokin' dope, finna inhale then exhale

All this loud in my fuckin' lungs, man, I can't yell

I can't even pronounce my foreign ass bail

[Tadoe:]

Bitch I'm smoking on dope, bitch, I eat bossa nova

Bitch my pockets are boulders, we don't ride in no Rovers

Bitch we ride i8s, bitch I'm high, outer space

Ride foreigns, no plates, OG Kush, you can taste

I smoke a zip every day, pour the 8 to the face

Bitch we game paper chase, bitch you food, can't relate

Might do a show in Japan, rockin' outfits from France

Catch that pack when it land, watch me go count them bands

[Doo Wop:]

At the stoplight, two-seater, me and Yo

Me and Sosa fucked up, nah, that ain't no

Hit the club, bitches bustin' everywhere, yo-yo

Do my thing, flee the scene, I'ma leave with po-po

Snow bunny with me sniffin' Coca Cola co-co

I used to be solo

I steady send shots, miss and that's a low blow

String on the TEC like the string on a yo-yo

Run and I'ma blow though

[Chief Keef:]

Coolin' at the spot by the ocean

Pickin' up a bitch off of Ocean Drive

Pulled up to Wells Fargo

Run out that bitch with the sack, hop in the car like bitch drive

I can try to walk a straight line but I'm really high

And I could've took a Greyhound but I'm really fly

Oh yeah I'm fuckin' bitches, baby, I'm not in denial

And the jury tryna steal me but I'm takin' it to trial

Fuck The World lyrics - Sematary, Hackle & Chief Keef

FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, fuck the whole world and everybody in it (Oscar)

FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, fuck the whole world and everybody in it

You're listening to Haunted Mound for FTP

(Fuck the population) Fuck the world, fuck the population

Oscar

H-H-H-Hauntaholics, real Haunted Mound

Aaahhh, ayy

Fuck the world, fuck the population

Them Haunted Mound boys pull up, they gon' get ya

I rock True Religion but I don't fuck with no God

Look at my wristwatch, I'm pissed off and I'm blinged up

I got big sticks and I'm mounted up and the world's gone so I'm turnin' up

Fuck it all, I'm turning up, FTP Mound, turning up

Smokin' on this fuckin' rot, ride around, still fuck the law

I'm the King of the Graveyard, Fuck The Population

Howdy, partner, keep my name out yo' mouth

'Fore we have them guys run up in ya house (Fuck the population)

Shawty say she wanna die up in my whip

I'm with my Mound boys, I'm creepin' out the crypt

If I told you I loved you, bitch, I was high as fuck

I don't listen to her 'cause that bitch dumb as fuck

I brought a mothafuckin' spiked bat to the club

Mothafucka', I'll bust ya head, swing and duck

Ridin' hearse thang with my iced out Breitling, dang

Oxy got me tearin' off my skin, God dang

It's always FTP 'cause I don't care about no thang

Ride off hate and gasoline, what the fuck you mean?

Fuck ya racks, I burn 'em up, fuck your life, I'll shoot it up

Cancer smoke, I huff and puff, and light the fuse, it blow ya up

We don't like you motherfuckers, you can kick rocks

I thought you knew, it's Fuck The Population (Fuck the population)

FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, fuck the whole world and everybody in it

FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, fuck the whole world and everybody in it (HDOE, HDOE, HDOE, HDOE)

FTP, FTP, FTP on me (Oscar)

Fuck the world and fuck the population, bitch, fuck everything

I wake up, feel nothing, and that's even if I go to sleep (HDOE)

Take a sip out my cup, hell naw, boy, in yo' fucking dreams

I be up late, I be seein' things, ghosts and ghouls when I sleep (What)

When I wake up, you don't wanna know what I see

That's my bro ZacFTP, drivin' CTS-V (HDOE)

Bitch, we going Dumbo, sippin' on Spanish Tosey

I hit up my plug in Poland, no, you can't be my friend (No)

I creep up when the pack hits, stab you right where your neck is (HDOE)

You know where I am (HDOE), disappear like backends (HDOE)

Chokin' on blood, don't even know what you said (HDOE)

It's Fuck The Population, bitch, you know where we stay

We post up at Zac's crib, in a massage chair I'm sleeping (HDOE, HDOE, HDOE)

It's FTP and Haunted Mound, sippin' lean at Zac's house

Eyes closed, bitch, so yo' ass better not wake me up now, HDOE

Lean in my body, my mouth a biscuit (Lean, H-H-H-Hauntaholics)

Hundred-K cash in my britches (Ffff, beep)

Scratched the Forgiatos then I fixed it (Blick)

Yeah, they fours but them hoes look like sixes (Flex)

Fuck the pigs, fuck the birds, fuck the fishes (Bitch)

I'll have my bitch do ya like some dishes (Bang, bang, bang)

'Fore we cut ya ears off, nigga, listen (What?)

I got FTP on my fitted, ayy (FTP)

Been to war, been to hell, been to prison

I'm in the spot, leave you right in the kitchen (Bang, bang)

AK left a finger for the fishes

Magic stick, bitch, I'll grant your wishes

Fuck yo' pipe, fuck yo' life, fuck yo' clique, bitch (Fuck 'em)

Lil' bro chop yo' head, that's some sick shit (What?)

Diarrhea left the crib, did some big shit (Huh?)

Nigga upper and a down, bet I fix it

FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, fuck the whole world and everybody in it

FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, fuck the whole world and everybody in it

Get Bandz lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

Zaytoven

[Chief Keef:]

Only thing on my mind is to get bands (Hah, hah)

Ben Franklin, that's a nigga friend

Walked in lookin' like a rich man (Damn, yah, yah)

Her friends wanna go, but she stayin' (Yup, Sosa)

It's big Bs on my jeans (Damn, damn)

Heater in the back, get your ass steamed (Bang, bang-bang)

Pourin' up the lean because I'm a fiend (Lean, lean, lean)

I just the left bank with some fuckin' cheese

You know I always got somethin' up my sleeve (Yah, yah)

Bitch, I'm tryna fuck, can you fuckin' read? (Huh, bitch)

Spendin' paper like I get it off a tree (Bitch, bee)

Pullin' all-nighters, I can get it offa sleep (Bee)

Baby, you ain't gotta wonder, you know I got that loaf

Stay shittin' off the cheese like I'm lactose (Yah)

What these niggas be on, man, God knows

My .9 up five docks, five-o

I got walked in the cut (Yah), rollin' up the skunk (Dope)

We come from the slums (Yah), now we live near the palms (Yah)

Trees in the blunt (Yah), torturing my lungs (Let's get it)

2k for the shoes, you'll have money if I stunt

Only thing on my mind is to get bands (Hah, hah)

Ben Franklin, that's a nigga friend

Walked in lookin' like a rich man (Damn, yah, yah)

Her friends wanna go, but she stayin' (Yup, Sosa)

It's big Bs on my jeans (Damn, damn)

Heater in the back, get your ass steamed (Bang, bang-bang)

Pourin' up the lean because I'm a fiend (Lean, lean, lean)

I just the left bank with some fuckin' cheese

[Tadoe:]

I just poured a six of the kickstand (Lean, lean)

We only hit licks for them big bands (Bang)

Try to run up, I'ma up, get your shit fanned (Bang, bang)

Take a trip in Mia-ayo, catch a big tan (Yoom, yoom, yoom)

I might put some diamonds in the wristband (Bling, bling)

A quarter in my ear, that's a big spend (Yah)

Nigga, your ass runnin' outta quicksand (Bitch, bitch)

This lil' bitch ain't givin' top, the bitch spend (Yuh)

[Chief Keef:]

I might put some diamonds in the belt buckle (Yah, yah)

And I go by, "Pay me, fuck you" (Skrrt)

She suck me and she says she love you (Yuh)

I'm in your city, 'bout to pull up to a zoo (Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)

These white bitches crazy, they be snortin' lines (Damn, damn)

Penalize a nigga if he cross the line

Can't wait to see my homies that did all the time

Crib got so many rooms and they all is mine

Only thing on my mind is to get bands (Hah, hah)

Ben Franklin, that's a nigga friend

Walked in lookin' like a rich man (Damn, yah, yah)

Her friends wanna go, but she stayin' (Yup, Sosa)

It's big Bs on my jeans (Damn, damn)

Heater in the back, get your ass steamed (Bang, bang-bang)

Pourin' up the lean because I'm a fiend (Lean, lean, lean)

I just the left bank with some fuckin' cheese

GLOGANG lyrics - Chief Keef (with Andy Milonakis)

G-L-O-G-A-N-G

Money, we get plenty

Thots, we get plenty

Niggas can't come near we

'Cause niggas out here snakes

Niggas act like they're your friend, they're fake

They want the food up on your plate

They want your shoes, they want your skates

[Chief Keef:]

I'm bout my money, all of that

Salute, I'm captain

Know she fuck me 'cause my money blame it on the cognac

Comin' through, Andy hit me like, ring ring, we got some racks

That's a lot of money on the table, you know we gotta get that

Bad bitch, gotta hit that

I'm flier than a pelican man

Lean back with the tool Fat Joe

Walking around with my Elephant Man

Diamonds on me, they're elegant man

Tryna take my shit, I'm tellin' you man

I'm gon' blow my gun, bang bang bang

I ain't feelin' you man

Diamonds in my chain, bling bling bling

Yours look shittier man

Bitches call my phone, ring ring ring

You think yours looks prettier man

Finna smoke some loud, I swear I can't hear you man

I be ballin' out, I think I'm Kobe Durant

G-L-O-G-A-N-G

Money, we get plenty

Thots, we get plenty

Niggas can't come near we

'Cause niggas out here snakes

Niggas act like they're your friend, they're fake

They want the food up on your plate

They want your shoes, they want your skates

[Andy Milonakis:]

Got more pints than a blood drive

Pouring fourths, this is mud life

Up in PJs, that's how we fly

They see I'm rich and they ask me why

Sosa and Sachi, we gonna catch this hommi

G-L-O Gang, we about to catch this body

Cut the tennis ball, hide the crack in it

People thought I'm actin'

Young Sachi trappin'

You know I'm Sosa strappin'

Chicago to Manhattan

And you know my boys that always be clappin'

Bang bang, now 300

Andy Milonakis, bitch you don't want it, bitch

G-L-O-G-A-N-G

Money, we get plenty

Thots, we get plenty

Niggas can't come near we

'Cause niggas out here snakes

Niggas act like they're your friend, they're fake

They want the food up on your plate

They want your shoes, they want your skates

Harley Quinn lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

(Yung, 'Rari)

(R-R-R-Rari)

Ayy

Turn the lights off real quick

So you could see the shit still blingin'

(R-R-R-Rari)

Caught a fox, cut his tail off (Bang)

Seen a rat, stomped his head off (Come here)

Blue Summer, turn into a red Fall

Make a nigga run fast, call 'em Sonic Hedgehog (Brrt)

We let off some shots, they gon' all be dead (Bang)

I told my daughter stop breakin' off her Barbie heads (Duh-duh-duh)

I know they mad I'm livin', because they want me dead (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Girly-ass nigga, break you like a Barbie leg (Huh)

Pussy-ass boy (Huh), get that bitch a Barbie pen (Yeah)

You don't want gang up in yo' shit? Don't have a party then (Bitch)

If it went down quick, bitch, it's probably sent (Sent)

Air the whole spot out, we make the party trend (Bang, bang, bang, ayy, ayy)

I just purchased two of the same guns, they probably twins (Bang, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

She sayin' I ain't shit, then she sayin' that I'm probably is (Ayy, ayy, huh, ayy, ayy, huh, ayy, ayy)

I just met a bitch named Pam and fucked her just like Tommy did (Like Tommy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Yeah I know my daddy, but that nigga never bought me shit

(Bitch, yeah)

A bitch just did her makeup, she lookin' just like Harley Quinn (Woo)

We'll chop yo' body up and put it in a garbage can (Bang, bang, bang, bang)

Went through my contacts, and what I seen? Hardly friends (None)

The teacher told me, "You ain't wanna come to school

Why the fuck you tardy then?" (Huh, huh)

Went to school for shit, 'cause them bitches didn't taught me shit (Ouu)

Grandpa took me fishin' one time, and I ain't caught me shit (Nah, nah, nah)

When I ain't have it, I asked for a pack and bitch-ass niggas wouldn't throw me shit (Nah, huh, huh, huh)

Now I can return your whole pack, yeah, bitch, I'm on my Kobe shit

Lil nigga, that ain't how you ball, I can see you on yo' Lonzo shit (Bih, bih, bih, bih, bih)

I'm in the woods smokin' big 'Woods, I can see you on yo' Fronto shit (Dope)

Lil nigga, I'll take that shit from you before I ask you to front yo' shit (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)

Pulled up flexin' like the man

She say she see me on my Macho shit (Skrrt)

Hood lyrics - Chief Keef

Ayy

Sosa, baby

How them niggas feel when you left em' in the hood? (How they feel?)

I'm smoking dope and I wish a fuck nigga would (I wish you would)

This bitch going fast 'cause somethin' in the hood (Vyoom)

This bitch be sounding like somethin' in the woods (Beep)

I'll pull up in a Rolls in the hood (In a Rolls)

I'll hop out with them rolls in your hood (Hop out with them rolls)

Everybody knew, they seen me through the hood (Beep, you'll see me)

Now I drive a Lamborghini through the hood (Lamborghini)

We'll open 'em up like canned goods (Open them up)

Bullets back to back like a ambush (Ambush)

What I'm smoking that grown man kush

If I went to college I'd pull a 'Rari on the campus, ayy (Skrrt)

Steady lighting L's like candles (Skrrt, sss)

This V12 came with the handles (With the handles)

Bitch, I eat beef like Campbell's (Look like Campbell's)

Finna build a house by the animals (Huh? Huh?)

We be strapped like Judge Dredd (Huh?)

He smoke butts, he a butthead (Butthead)

I be going Beavis and Butthead (Butthead)

Bustdown get her butt wet (Wet)

Sit down, ho, you ugly (Sit down)

I got paper, switch the subject (Huh?)

Ayy

Hood, hood

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood

Hood, hood

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood

Hood, hood

Hood, hood

Hood, hood (Huh?)

I feel like Goddamn Spider-Man (Spider)

I fell down once, I'll try it again (Try it again and again and again and again)

You can get killed for like five lil' bands (Five)

Nigga swung on you and you grab his hands (Bang)

You shot him in his shit he wouldn't have had the chance

Bitch I had white, I ain't have the gas

Slide through your shit with a savage pass

When we pull up boy we gon' grab his ass (Skrrt)

Niggas wanna play like dominoes

Send his ass goodbye, vámonos

Turn Ramadan to ramados

I think I want an Aventador (Skrrt)

Eh-em, can you hear me, Lord? (Skrrt)

Don't worry 'bout it, I'ma get it, Lord

You can call me the Get-it Lord

Hold on, don't fail me, Lord (fail me)

Yeah, I know what you tell me, Lord (tell me)

Speed up, don't snail me, Lord

It was bad, you helped me, Lord

Ay

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?" (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?" (Brrt)

Ayy, rolling through your hood grinning

Rolling through your hood grinning (Brrt)

Rolling through your hood grinning

Rolling through your hood grinning (Brrt)

Riding in my hood

Shells in your hood (Brrt)

I was in the hood

Dope and a gun (Brrt)

Could've, would've, should

Now you gotta cut

Now you leaking blood

All 'cause you hurt

You shit on my looks

I don't need to pay

Penthouse for another day

And we ain't even stay

Still play for the Bulls, nigga, I ain't even trade

Heard niggas was mentioning me and I ain't even hate

Used to be outside all day, and I ain't even astray

Niggas shooting at me all day (Pussies)

And I ain't even grazed

She tell me I'm shining, but I ain't even glazed

She shaking her ass, and I ain't even phased (Bitch)

Put one in your top and make it look staged

Go to work and be late, gotta dock they pay

Ayy, ayy

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?" (Ayy, ayy)

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?" (Ayy, ayy)

Rolling through your hood grinning

Rolling through your hood grinning

Rolling through your hood grinning

Rolling through your hood grinning

Right in my hood

Shells in your hood

I was in the hood

Dope and a gun, ayy ayy ayy