Same (Tylee & Marvel Years Remix) lyrics - Chief Keef

My bitches thought my number was the same

In Gucci coat dancing in the rain

She say she want some I want the same

She know I be passing 50s out this change

My bitches thought my number was the same

In Gucci coat dancing in the rain

She know I be passing 50s while be passing 50s

She know I be passing 50s while be passing 50s

She know I be passing 50s while be passing 50s

She know I be passing 50s while be passing 50s

I changed

So I changed? No

I changed

So I changed? No

The same shit

On the same shit

In Gucci coat dancing in the rain

Chopper, what now?

Let me cool down I got my gun hot

Your little baby is a lollipop

Say that's my baby - I did not

She know I be passing 50s while be passing 50s

She know I be passing 50s while be passing 50s

She know I be passing 50s while be passing 50s

She know I be passing 50s while be passing 50s

I changed

So I changed? No

I changed

So I changed? No

The same shit

On the same shit

Chiraq (eMac Remix) lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Emac & Jenn Em)

[Jenn Em:]

Chiraq, chiraq, chiraq, chiraq

Chiraq, chiraq, chiraq, chiraq

I will comeback

[Chief Keef:]

Can't even be in my own hometown

They said that I wouldn't make it out (I made it to Beverly)

My aunty miss her baby

My grandma, that's who raised me

My mommy is my queen, that's an understatement

That's probation, move vacation

Let's toast to more life and more paper

She don't love you, then replace her, like peace see you later

[Jenn Em:]

Chiraq, chiraq

Chiraq, chiraq, I will come back

Don't lie, don't lie

Don't lie, don't die, I will come back to you

I'll comeback to you

I'll comeback to you

Chiraq, chiraq

I'll comeback to you

Chiraq, chiraq

I'll comeback to you

[Chief Keef:]

They're trying boobie trap you go around

10 toes I'ma stand my ground, if I lean baby hold it down

Used to steal my granny car to ride around

Everybody be like when you coming home?

Tryna get my life straight, I need a comb aye

I've been busy out here on my own, tryna figure out a way to live on

We will let you go

[Jenn Em:]

Chiraq, chiraq

Chiraq, chiraq, I will come back

Don't lie, don't lie

Don't die, don't die, I will come back to you

I'll comeback to you

I'll comeback to you

Chiraq, chiraq

I'll comeback to you

Chiraq, chiraq

I'll comeback to you

[Chief Keef:]

Light gettin' at me, like an Oakland Raider

But I'm a player, lady persuader

You a alligator, I'm a tiger

Can't see the vision hand on the bible

I'm a disciple, so I'm forever ridin'

If you against me, you're my rival

It's people waitin' on my arrival

If you miss a jet, it's gon fly right by you

My daughter told me daddy, "I admire you."

[Jenn Em:]

Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'

Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'

Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'

Love will come back

Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'

Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'

Waitin' on my own, but I keep believin'

Love will come back

Love will come back

Love will come back

Love will come back to you

Chiraq, chiraq

Chiraq, chiraq, I will come back

Don't lie, don't lie

Don't die, don't die, I will come back to you

I'll comeback to you

I'll comeback to you

Chiraq, chiraq

I'll comeback to you

Chiraq, chiraq

I'll comeback to you

Mansion Musick (2018)

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

Belieber lyrics - Chief Keef

(KE on the track)

Shawty said she was a dreamer (A dreamer)

I turned they asses to a believer (A believer)

My other bitch like Justin Bieber (Justin Bieber)

I guess that bitch a belieber (A belieber)

I still remember my hoes (My hoes)

I bet they still remember my growth (My growth)

Wave a bitch off my crown (My crown)

You only want me 'cause my life glow (My life glow)

All these bitches chasing after D (After D)

Tell these bitches, "Chase after cheese" (After cheese)

I forgot I'm the fuckin' cheese (Cheese)

I ride a 'rari around, spending Gs (Spending Gs)

Who raised me, my momma, granny (Granny)

No actor, but I need a Grammy (A Grammy)

Taxin' niggas Uncle Sammy (Uncle Sammy)

Girl you know I'm Sosa Sammy (Sosa Sammy)

I don't be off the molly (The molly)

I just be off a lot of weed (A lot of weed)

Pull up, crash the party (Crash the party)

Shots at everybody (At everybody)

Can't be chasin' these hoes (These hoes)

Gotta be chasin' these rolls (These rolls)

I was dreamin' until I woke (I woke)

I ain't a dreamchaser, bitch, I just glo (I glo)

Sosa, you be flexin', I know (I know)

Sosa, you keep weapons, I know (I know)

I ain't got a yacht, I got a boat (I got a boat)

And that bitch is big as my home (As my home)

I was locked up Divison 4 (Divison 4)

Reppin' my set 'cause niggas hoes (Them niggas hoes)

I remember back in '94 ('94)

Wait, I was born in '95 though ('95 though)

'Member trappin' just to get a coat (Get a coat)

'Member trapping just to get some clothes (Get some clothes)

Now I buy anything I want (Anything I want)

Anything I want in any mall (In any mall, mo'fucker)

I ain't never been to Mexico (Mexico)

But I'm smokin' on Texaco (Texaco)

'Member pilin' up Volvos (Volvos)

Now I get 90 for 4 show (for 4 show)

My jewelry, it cost 4 shows (4 shows)

I threw it in the water and let it float (And let it float)

It's icy, like the fucking North Pole (North Pole)

I don't need no stylist for my wardrobe (My wardrobe)

Look, lady, I got the fuckin' pack (Pack)

And I got the motherfuckin' sack (Sack)

It's a lot of snakes in the grass (The grass)

Watch out, they'll bite you in yo back (Back)

Rawlings lyrics - Chief Keef

[Ballout:]

DP on the beat

Smokes

Glo

Blood Gang, man

Motherfuckas know how we rockin', man

Glo Gang or no gang, man

Stupid blunts, man, four-wheel drive, man, stupid kush

So motherfuckin' high right now, man

Motherfuckin' mansion, man, got all these acres, square feet

I don't know where the fuck I'm at, man, feel me?

All type of whips outside

M6s, Audis and shit

[Chief Keef:]

ay, Bally

ay, ay, pass me the Rawlings, ay, ay

So I can ball

Bitches already know that we ballin'

I'm at The Mardi Gras in New Orleans

Choppas out, get 'em, boys

Got them dogs out, sniffin'

Runnin' 'round your kitchen, where yo' shit at?

Send my locksmith at yo' door

Send my block, at your folks

You see that Glo, we posted on the Glo block with big ass poles

Where the Glo block at? North suburbs

In my mansion, bitch, ya never heard

Where it's at? You never know

Try to follow me, then I'ma blow

I can be drivin', still got the pipe

Be drivin', and I'll still take your life

Pull up on ya, bitch, I'm still taking flight, ay

I'm off the Tooka and I'm still getting high

And higher, ay

Waiting for the days to go by, and by-er, ay

Only thing that matter is the money, ay

Wake up in the morning yawning, ay, gettin' money

Fuckin' honey's, fuckin' thots

Fuck nigga, fuck up your party or your posse

Turn it to a pool party

Almighty, you mighty, ay

In my 290

Catch you, you a body

Under him, ay, what was wrong with him?

I don't know, 'cause I'm bipolar

When he shoot, he shoot at your shoulder

Have yo' pipe up, catch you, rawlings

Nigga, we don't carry holsters

Riding with a interlapse, ain't got time for that chitter chat

Fuck nigga got me, I'ma get 'em back

This choppa break a nigga back

Dududu, nigga

TV On (Big Boss) lyrics - Chief Keef

(It's a CB beat, bitch)

(Damn, Davis, drop that bitch)

Boss

Ay

Long live the big boss (Fredo)

Put you on a big cross (Yeah)

I'm a fuckin' big dog (Grr)

New scope, get picked off (Bang, bang)

My plug love me (Huh?)

He know I get it all (Yeah)

Fifty in the glicky (Bang)

You can come get it all (Bang)

Your bitch face in a nigga drawers (Huh?)

I'm the nigga your bitch been calling (Yeah)

Bitch, I'm higher than Cheech and Chong (Sos' baby)

Cops behind us, keep it calm (Huh?)

Bitch, don't bother me, leave me 'lone (Nah)

You don't need to know what street we on (Nah)

Bitch, just put your 3Ds on (Yeah)

Ice a movie like the TV on (Bling, bling), ay (Bang)

You got the ammo? You want the Anna?

Better be a cheetah, better be a panther

We in the spotty, watchin' the cameras

Flew a bitch to LA from Atlanta

You niggas funny, y'all should do stand up

The heater-heater turn your shit to winter

The bankroll all up on my mantle

The chef here, wonder what's for dinner?

I don't give a fuck, fuck, fuck

Two doors up

Told the clerk you ain't done, bitch, it's two more of us, yeah

I just lost my fuckin' cousin, ain't no tellin' how I'll get

Don't be fuckin' with my mulah, we'll air you 'bout this shit (ay)

Long live the big boss (Fredo)

Put you on a big cross (Yeah)

I'm a fuckin' big dog (Grr)

New scope, get picked off (Bang, bang)

My plug love me (Huh?)

He know I get it all (Yeah)

Fifty in the glicky (Bang)

You can come get it all (Bang)

Your bitch face in a nigga drawers (Huh?)

I'm the nigga your bitch been calling (Yeah)

Bitch, I'm higher than Cheech and Chong (Sos' baby)

Cops behind us, keep it calm (Huh?)

Bitch, don't bother me, leave me 'lone (Nah)

You don't need to know what street we on (Nah)

Bitch, just put your 3Ds on (Yeah)

Ice a movie like the TV on (Bling, bling), ay (Bang)

Chief Sosa up in the cut

Feds ask about me, don't give me up

Dopey-dopey, it get me rushed

Nigga say he gon' get me touched

Used to tell niggas, "Pick me up"

Used to tell bitches, "Lick me up"

Used to ride around semi'd up

Behind my foreign, there's a semi truck

Me and 'em got semis in it

Foe and 'em go dummy in it

You can't fit in the whip

Bitch, I'm actin' funny in it

Drank put my tummy in it

Dope smokes, got a onion in it

Bitches showin' they fuckin' titties

Let's make a toast 'cause we fuckin' did it

Glory Boys, bitch, that's the movement

Six cars and seven toolies

We know smooth, it's how to move it

Pour eight zips, yeah, that'll do it

Just fucked a bitch named Miranda, too

And I fucked her in my Yeezys, too

And I'm stackin' this shit up

And I put that on Jesus, too (ay)

Long live the big boss (Fredo)

Put you on a big cross (Yeah)

I'm a fuckin' big dog (Grr)

New scope, get picked off (Bang, bang)

My plug love me (Huh?)

He know I get it all (Yeah)

Fifty in the glicky (Bang)

You can come get it all (Bang)

Your bitch face in a nigga drawers (Huh?)

I'm the nigga your bitch been calling (Yeah)

Bitch, I'm higher than Cheech and Chong (Sos' baby)

Cops behind us, keep it calm (Huh?)

Bitch, don't bother me, leave me 'lone (Nah)

You don't need to know what street we on (Nah)

Bitch, just put your 3Ds on (Yeah)

Ice a movie like the TV on (Bling, bling), ay (Bang)

Uh Uh lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Playboi Carti)

[Chief Keef (Playboi Carti):]

Sosa, baby

GBE, baby

Bang

Bang-bang, bang

Bang

Beep, beep (Beep)

Beep (Beep)

Beep

Beep (What? What?)

Huh

[Playboi Carti {Chief Keef}:]

Poppin' them pills still (Huh, still, yeah)

Shawty on the block with me wearin' Chanel (Bang)

Too much dope in here, I can't smell, smell (Too much dope)

Too many guns in here, I can't tattletale (Tattletale, tattletale)

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (I can't tattletale)

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Tattletale)

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Tattletale)

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (What? Hold up, what? What?)

Uh-uh (What?)

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Skrrt-skrrt)

{La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la}

Uh-uh ({Skrrt}, hold up)

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (What? Hol' up)

[Chief Keef {Playboi Carti}:]

Heat in my hand, no oven mitt

Take your block and tumble it (Tumble it)

Bitch, give me that cookie, I'm crumblin' (Crumblin')

Uh-uh, you was lovin' that ho (Lovin' that ho)

The way that go I never ever know

Rollin' up Ps 'cause I'm cappin' that O

Get sparked from the heat, that was definite though

You can try to run but you catchin' them though

Wanna fuck in these mouth like I'm M&Ms though

It's a hit-and-run, hit the ambulance, ho

Ice in my cup, December 24

Smoke get me higher than the airfield though

Mama told me, "Never ever fear dough"

.45 bigger than a elephant though

Go to court smellin' like I sell elbows

Ha-ha, you was poppin' that shit (Poppin' that shit)

Let the window down, start poppin' them sticks

Ha-ha, you was not with that shit (Not with that shit)

You don't even know what come with that shit (With that shit, hey)

You better run-run-run up the blue bummers (Bummers)

The bitch with me all in my arms, yeah (My arms, yeah)

After that I sent her home and I don't care {What?}

We want all the smoke, we got mob fare (Mob fare)

[Playboi Carti {Chief Keef}:]

Poppin' them pills still (Huh, still, yeah)

Shawty on the block with me wearin' Chanel (Bang)

Too much dope in here, I can't smell, smell (Too much dope)

Too many guns in here, I can't tattletale (Tattletale, tattletale)

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (I can't tattletale)

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Tattletale)

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Tattletale)

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (What? Hold up, what? What?)

Uh-uh (What?)

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Skrrt-skrrt)

{La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la}

Uh-uh ({Skrrt}, hold up)

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (What? Hol' up)

Sky Say lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

Bang

When I'm done countin' money

I gotta take a fuck me break

I should take a vacation

I should take a stuntin' break

I'm always takin' juice breaks

Got hit Thursday, told her don't hit me 'til Tuesday

Told her take a high break

Can you tell me what the sky say? (Sky say, bang)

[Tadoe:]

On Instagram I got a blue check

In my pocket got them blue checks

Just flew in on a blue jet

Got a draco, I ain't blew yet

Glock 17 blew 30 times

Where the pints, I need 30 lines

Hit the stu, drop 30 rhymes

Lil folks got a Glock, it's a dirty nine

You could take some shots, if you run it up

I'ma get the guap, I'ma run it up

Off the blue strips to make your boo leave

Keep the ranch sauce, I want the blue cheese

When I'm done countin' money

I gotta take a fuck me break

I should take a vacation

I should take a stuntin' break

I'm always takin' juice breaks

Got hit Thursday, told her don't hit me 'til Tuesday

Told her take a high break

Can you tell me what the sky say? (Sky say, bang)

[Chief Keef:]

Phone keep on vi-vibrating

Bitch want my time, save it-save it

Niggas don't speak my language-language

Looked up at God, save me-save me

Momma told me, stay out of jail-jail

My homie 'n 'em they got nail-nailed

Keep folks nem so solid, they ain't tell they ain't tell

Just bossin' shit, them knocked the train off the rail, off the rail

Momma told me, look boy be careful-careful

Momma told me, stand up on your legs

This bitch set up to stand up on my bed

Bitch cut the monkey, can you give me head, give me head

When I'm done countin' money

I gotta take a fuck me break

I should take a vacation

I should take a stuntin' break

I'm always takin' juice breaks

Got hit Thursday, told her don't hit me 'til Tuesday

Told her take a high break

Can you tell me what the sky say? (Sky say, bang)

Hand Made lyrics - Chief Keef

Everything handmade

Everything handmade

Everything handmade

Everything handmade, from the bags to the case, everything's handmade

In Paris, goin' Kanye

This Fendi came up today

You know boy we spending cake

Handmade Louis, handmade Gucci

Handmade hell, yeah we'll start shooting

Fuck that bitch one time, and we start cooling

My whole bih handmade, so we start grooving

Handmade guns, handmade mags

Man-made cash, handmade bags

Handmade seats, handmade stash

Handmade gears, handmade dash

Everything handmade

Everything handmade

Everything handmade

Everything handmade, from the bags to the case, everything's handmade

In Paris, goin' Kanye

This Fendi came up today

You know boy we spending cake

It's Siberia, getting handmade gas

You ain't smoking, boy you weak, handmade trash

Pull up with some shooters and some handmade mags

I just sip a sip outta handmade glass

I just put my feet in some handmade boots

And I live under a handmade roof

And I only smoke on handmade joints

I'm just really tryna make a handmade point (sosa baby)

Everything handmade

Everything handmade

Everything handmade

Everything handmade, from the bags to the case, everything's handmade

In Paris, goin' Kanye

This Fendi came up today

You know boy we spending cake

Get This Money lyrics - Chief Keef

All blue hunnids, get this money

All green twenties, get this money

All white hunnids, get this money

All pink fifties, get this money

All green ones, get this money

All green fives, get this money

Get this money, get this money, get this money (yeah, yeah)

Get this money, get this money, get this money (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Boy you ain't smoking dope, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout weed

Say you got everything why the fuck you talkin' 'bout need

Pillow talk to these hoes, why you wanna talk about me

AK go A B C de-de-de-dede-D

Tell a bitch pull out get your bag here

Girl come and get your hair pulled

Put your face in the mattress

I just met a bad bitch

I hope it ain't catfish

Pull up in a M6

M boy reckless

Your boyfriend found love

You tell him "Calm down"

Before he get his ass beat

Me in a compound

He wouldn't last one round

Tell him, turn the fuck down

Boy, I'm gettin' money, I can't give a fuck now

All blue hunnids, get this money

All green twenties, get this money

All white hunnids, get this money

All pink fifties, get this money

All green ones, get this money

All green fives, get this money

Get this money, get this money, get this money (yeah, yeah)

Get this money, get this money, get this money (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

M-O-N-E-Y yeah

Pull up in [?]

Babe you can be mine

Don't pull me out, can we high

She saw my phone ring, driving

And she said can she drive

But bitch what if we die?

Just be a good shot gun driver

I'm sipping, posing (lean)

Aye bitch, hold this

And you know this I get dough bitch

Can't eat it like groceries, I give no shit

"Sosa you shining," but I didn't know this

All blue hunnids, get this money

All green twenties, get this money

All white hunnids, get this money

All pink fifties, get this money

All green ones, get this money

All green fives, get this money

Get this money, get this money, get this money (yeah, yeah)

Get this money, get this money, get this money (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yet lyrics - Chief Keef

It's 7 in the morning, I'm still up

I ain't gotta wait 'til I get up

I been in this shit since a pup

Only one's I trust is just us

Please do not fuck with me, 'cause

You gon' be the victim, I'm the suspect

Shawty say, on me, she got a crush

She ain't even got her ass crushed yet

How much cock would your main bitch suck if the bitch sucked cock? (How much?)

How many miles can we hit with 300 shots? (How many?)

While a dark skin bitch from Kingston, callin' me a bumboclaat (Bumboclaat)

Nah this ain't my Uber, but she want this juggernaut (Want this juggernaut)

I'm a wide receiver I'ma go long (Go long, ay)

Just hopped out in a no-go zone (In a no-go zone, ay)

Just left my car in a tow zone (In a tow zone, ay)

She like it rough she wanna get choked on (She wanna get choked on, ay)

Gotta take my son on the jet with me (On the jet with me, gang)

Don't bounce by the man he upset with me (He upset with me, damn)

Bitch just texted me sayin' "you ain't that busy" (You ain't that busy, ay)

Told the bitch God came down and sat with me (Came down and sat with me, bang)

It's 7 in the morning, I'm still up

I ain't gotta wait 'til I get up

I been in this shit since a pup

Only one's I trust is just us

Please do not fuck with me, 'cause

You gon' be the victim, I'm the suspect

Shawty say, on me, she got a crush

She ain't even got her ass crushed yet

I've never bought me a lion (Lion)

Who sellin' one? I'm buyin' (Buyin')

My bitch here, stay lyin' (Lyin')

I don't lie bitch I get money (Money)

I'm feeling like Kid Cudi (Cudi)

Days 'N' Nites is nutty (Nutty)

No Keef ain't gon' sweat it (Sweat it)

I'm just gon' get it (Get it)

Got a new dog, gon' pet it (Pet it)

You don't like me, gon' said it (Said it)

Sosa baby is you leanin'? (Leanin')

Bitch, you should mind your business (Business)

Take magazines lil' nigga (Lil' nigga)

All I gotta do is flip it (Flip it)

She's sent my ass a DM (DM)

Like all we gotta do is kick it (Kick it)

I'm a minimalist to this blueprint (Blueprint)

But did I have to mention (Mention)

Chasin' after this chicken (Chicken)

I'm still waitin' to get sentenced (Sentenced)

It's 7 in the morning, I'm still up

I ain't gotta wait 'til I get up

I been in this shit since a pup

Only one's I trust is just us

Please do not fuck with me, 'cause

You gon' be the victim, I'm the suspect

Shawty say, on me, she got a crush

She ain't even got her ass crushed yet

Part Ways lyrics - Chief Keef

(Ay, turn the music up for me, Chris)

Ay, go

Go

All-red foreigns, all-black chopper

Here I come, you ready or not

I keep big old knots and I will pick your lock (Yeah), ay

Foenem be loadin' up

Smokin' on dope before they hit your block (Yeah)

Shoot them dice, hit your body (Yeah)

I need duct tape, bitch, no Scotch

All of these waves, I'm feelin' like Nas, ay

Before we part ways I gotta flex up, okay

In a big B, ay (In a big B)

What, you can't see? Ay (What, you can't see?)

You know what it is, ay, ay (You know what it is)

Know what it may be, ay, ay (Know what it may be)

I should blame the drugs, ay, ay (I should blame the drugs)

But I blame me, ay, ay (But I blame me)

Yeah, that's my rank, ay, ay (Yeah, that's my rank)

What's my K/D? Ay, ay (What's my K/D?)

Keepin' them squares, ay, ay (Keepin' them squares)

Out of the tent, ay, ay (Out of the tent)

We spendin' new money, ay, ay (We spendin' new money)

Out of the rent, ay, ay (Out of the rent)

Make two hundred bands, ay (Make two hundred bands)

Out of some lint, ay, ay (Out of some lint)

You talkin' real niggas, ay (You talkin' real niggas)

I'm up in the mix, ay, ay (I'm up in the mix)

She heard my voice, ay, ay (She heard my voice)

It made her moist, ay, ay (It made her moist)

I'm up in the forest, ay, ay (I'm up in the forest)

Trap with the boys, ay, ay (Trap with the boys)

You got no choice, ay, ay (You got no choice)

Bad bitch named Joyce, ay, ay (Bad bitch named Joyce)

Pickin' up coins, ay, ay (Pickin' up coins)

In the Rolls-Royce, ay, ay, ay (In the Rolls-Royce)

All-red foreigns, all-black chopper

Here I come, you ready or not

I keep big old knots and I will pick your lock (Yeah), ay

Foenem be loadin' up

Smokin' on dope before they hit your block (Yeah)

Shoot them dice, hit your body (Yeah)

I need duct tape, bitch, no Scotch

All of these waves, I'm feelin' like Nas, ay

Before we part ways I gotta flex up, okay

Last but not least, ay, ay (Last but not least)

You tryna find me? Ay, ay (You tryna find me?)

You better off findin' Nemo, ay (Findin' Nemo)

Jump in the sea, ay, ay (Jump in the sea)

Her Uber was twenty dollars, ay (Twenty dollars)

She live by me, ay, ay (She live by me)

Bitch, I'm John Madden, ay (John)

Run it by me, ay, ay (Run it by me)

Ain't no rules, ay, ay

NFL street, ay, ay (NFL street)

Ho, get up off me, ay, ay (Ho, get up off me)

You missed your beat, ay, ay (You missed your beat)

Coughin' up cheese, ay, ay (Coughin' up cheese)

Throwin' up threes, ay, ay (Throwin' up threes)

Spray it like Febreze, ay, ay (Spray it like Febreze)

Yeah, it can be that way, ay, ay

All-red foreigns, all-black chopper

Here I come, you ready or not

I keep big old knots and I will pick your lock (Yeah), ay

Foenem be loadin' up

Smokin' on dope before they hit your block (Yeah)

Shoot them dice, hit your body (Yeah)

I need duct tape, bitch, no Scotch

All of these waves, I'm feelin' like Nas, ay

Before we part ways I gotta flex up, okay

Tragedies lyrics - Chief Keef

Trap Otto

Bang Bang

Beep

Bang Bang

Sosa Baby

GBE Baby

Sosa on the Beat

I remember being in the streets trying to take some'n (trying to take some'n)

Ride around in the field with a K drum (with a K drum)

Ride down on a fuck nigga, bake some (bake some)

Now I hardly ever even see my day ones (hardly ever even see my day ones)

I make them disappear, out here like brevity (bang, brevity)

I be floatin' dirty, I don't need no gravity (I don't need no motherfuckin' gravity)

Make her say "Uh" like Master P (like Master P)

If you ain't gettin' money it can lead to tragedies (tragedies)

Popped up in my crib without permission (permission)

Call that stalkin', call that stalkin' (stalkin', that stalkin')

I went in the mall and bought everything out the store

I call that ballin, I call that ballin (that ballin', beep)

I heard you be trippin' on a thotty (thotty)

I call that fallin', I call that fallin'

I heard you were here flexin' like you catchin' bodies

Dry snitchin' on yo self, I call that talkin' (Oh my god, bitch)

I walked in the club and they all start shakin' ass, shakin ass (shakin' ass)

Dead man in my pockets, someone please call the damn ambulance (ambulance, ambulance, ambulance)

I'm on offense, the defense I'll handle (I'll handle)

Got your bitch meltin' like a lit candle (like a lit candle)

Where I'm from 2-4 means 10-4 (give me a 10-4)

Why I'm flexin' like that I ain't have shit hoe (I ain't have shit hoe)

I remember being in the streets trying to take some'n (trying to take some'n)

Ride around in the field with a K drum (with a K drum)

Ride down on a fuck nigga, bake some (bake some)

Now I hardly ever even see my day ones (hardly ever even see my day ones)

I make them disappear, out here like brevity (bang, brevity)

I be floatin' dirty, I don't need no gravity (I don't need no motherfuckin' gravity)

Make her say "Uh" like Master P (like Master P)

If you ain't gettin' money it can lead to tragedies (tragedies)

I swear to God right now I can't even fucking breathe (can't breathe)

One Tooka blunt got me walkin' with a weave (got me walkin' with a weave)

Gave your bitch one pill now she crawlin' on her knees (she crawlin' on her knees)

She was standin' on her head, now she fallin' on her feet (she fallin' on her feet)

Tote the cash baby gone see a doctor for me (doctor for me)

I know before I go get locked up, you gone get locked up for me (get locked up for me)

I know you really will get a nigga shot up for me (shot up for me)

I don't buy bitches but I know you'll buy one for me (buy one for me)

Whoever said living was the stars in the sky (in the sky)

And I'm sitting on the stars in the sky every night (every night)

I'm smokin' on that Mary, yeah, Mary J. Blige (Mary J. Blige)

It was me in the sky and the stars tryin' to fight (stars tryin' to fight)

I just met a bad bitch, but I'm only tryin' to fuck (I'm only tryin' to fuck)

I'm a squirrel no lie, I'ma need another nut (I'ma need another nut)

Remember on the block, sellin' dope, been blowin' punks (blowin' punks)

Run up on him click-clack, 12-gauge him in the trunk (trunk)

I remember being in the streets trying to take some'n (trying to take some'n)

Ride around in the field with a K drum (with a K drum)

Ride down on a fuck nigga, bake some (bake some)

Now I hardly ever even see my day ones (hardly ever even see my day ones)

I make them disappear, out here like brevity (bang, brevity)

I be floatin' dirty, I don't need no gravity (I don't need no motherfuckin' gravity)

Make her say "Uh" like Master P (like Master P)

If you ain't gettin' money it can lead to tragedies (tragedies)

Sosa On The Beat

Letter lyrics - Chief Keef

K.E. on the Track

Ay, 'member when my teacher told me I wasn't gon' be shit

Now I can freak her, freak my teacher

'Cause I got the stacks, 'cause I got them racks

And I got dem guns, dem bitches go gratata, click-clack, nigga, brat brat brat, nigga

Never tell me what the fuck I can't be

Should take a trip to fucking Beijing

Lil ass Red Bottoms, niggas babies

I'ma grown boy, boy, you a baby

Even though I'm a baby, I get cakey daily

Got a gun and that's off safety

Mama always told me never let a nigga play me

I'ma get my ass whooped and I couldn't take it

What's the situation, is the situation paper?

If it is, shake up, I'ma earthquake up

Coolin' with the paper, ballin' is my major

She wants some top, wait up, baby, I'll take that

Pull up on the motherfucking label, where my cake at?

'Fore I up this motherfucking chopper and spray it

Fuck rehab, I get high for Bob Marley

Double O-7, bitch, the skies falling

Bought me some Rugers, I was tired of Glock 40s

Put it on Blood, bitch, I'm guap shawty

Put it on cuz, I'm a hot shawty

I'ma burn ya ass, on the spot, shawty

Bananas in the summer, chinchillas in the winter

Heard you was mad 'bout your thot? Nigga, get her

Made it from the bottom to the top, niggas didn't

That's why my mansion two million, niggas bitter

Never tell me what the fuck I can't be

Should take a trip to fucking Beijing

Lil ass Red Bottoms, niggas babies

I'ma grown boy, boy, you a baby

Even though I'm a baby, I get cakey daily

Got a gun and that's off safety

Mama always told me never let a nigga play me

I'ma get my ass whooped and I couldn't take it

Heard fuck niggas was plotting on the low

I'm from Chiraq, I be spottin' on the low

I know everything before they thought I didn't know

Pull up on your block poppin' shit, Crisco

I'm Kanye rich now, 'member when I was in the field

Runnin' 'round the blocks, while niggas gettin' killed

Niggas sendin' shots, we gon' send them back

Baby, I'm the driver, I ain't in the back

Pull up in the foreigns, they like, "Who is that?"

On Tooka day, smoking Tooka pack

Pull off and I'm tourin' all the hoodlums, man

Bitch, I'm Yung Joc, I'll do ya bad

Coolin' kit on the gun and it'll cool ya ass

Do this rap shit for fun, let it fool ya ass

Fredo coming out the cut, he gon' do ya ass

Tadoe slow ass, he shot some more times, ay

Ottopsy (2018)

• Gang Gang
• Water Resort
• I Need More
• We're Everywhere
• Randomly 

Gang Gang lyrics - Chief Keef

30 got the vocals, lay it down on Pro Tools

In my expensive snow shoes, vegetarian tofu

Big Ben Franklin, I love you, loyalty, I love you more

Cheese on my fingers but I ain't talking Dorito

Put a bitch on a plane, since I got cash, ain't been the same

I spend two grand, in case I get caught up in the rain

These boys fuckin' lame, they sure like the gang

What the kids throwin' up? (Gang, gang), everybody know (Gang, gang)

Who they locking up? (Gang)

Who the hoes gon' fuck? (Gang, gang)

Who they need to free? (Gang)

Who put niggas to sleep? (Gang, gang)

Who need to be on a leash? (Gang)

Who getting topped by a freak? (Gang, gang)

Who the real niggas we losin'? (Gang)

Who slide with me, cruisin'? (Gang, gang)

If you can't stand the heat (Gang)

Then you definitely not (Gang, gang)

Who I let back in? (Gang)

Right after I let 'em out (Gang, gang)

You sneak dissin', you are not (Gang)

Who said what was that about? (Gang, gang)

Who my original? (Gang)

AKA ride or die (Gang, gang)

Tadoe and Ball' (Gang)

I'm up in the mall with (Gang, gang)

Mama hate when I call her (Gang)

The people is holling (Gang, gang)

Who got drip like a faucet? (Gang)

Who you gon' die for? (Gang, gang)

Get you knocked off, you not (Gang)

I feel like Pablo (Gang, gang)

30 got the vocals, lay it down on Pro Tools

In my expensive snow shoes, vegetarian tofu

Big Ben Franklin, I love you, loyalty, I love you more

Cheese on my fingers but I ain't talking Dorito

Put a bitch on a plane, since I got cash, ain't been the same

I spend two grand, in case I get caught up in the rain

These boys fuckin' lame, they sure like the gang

What the kids throwin' up? (Gang, gang), everybody know (Gang, gang)

Chirp chirp, "Who this?" (Gang)

"Oh, how you comin'?" (Gang)

He like "Where you at?" (Gang)

I'm like "Out in London" (Gang)

He like "Fuck with me" (Gang)

I'm like "Hold on" (Gang)

"I'm losing reception" (Gang)

"Plus the V12 on it" (Gang)

Before I could walk or could spell (Gang)

What I want to when I was little? (Gang)

What I grow up to be? (Gang)

I used to steal bikes when I was little with (Gang)

Then I moved to cars with (Gang)

Long way from hittin' cribs with (Gang)

Who they say that I did it with? (Gang)

Long live them niggas (Gang)

From out here trippin' with inches

30 got the vocals, lay it down on Pro Tools

In my expensive snow shoes, vegetarian tofu

Big Ben Franklin, I love you, loyalty, I love you more

Cheese on my fingers but I ain't talking Dorito

Put a bitch on a plane, since I got cash, ain't been the same

I spend two grand, in case I get caught up in the rain

These boys fuckin' lame, they sure like the gang

What the kids throwin' up? (Gang, gang), everybody know (Gang, gang)

Let's get it, catchup

Water Resort lyrics - Chief Keef

Woke up, brush my teeth

Thank the Lord that I'm here today

Stole Toyotas, now I hop out the 'Cat, hop in a Wraith

I'm a fuckin' king, where's my throne?

Bring a young nigga some grapes

This bitch talk too much, oh my God

Bring a young nigga some tape

Just 'cause I got cash, don't mean I won't smoke your ass like a Newport, shorty

I guess I gotta learn, it's just some shit that I can't do no more

Don't come in our radius, ay, young nigga, tell ya crew to abort

Hop in that wet-wet, shorty somethin' like a water resort

With a bitch named Arissa (Huh?)

Going faster than a missile (Yoon)

Too blunts with a tissue (God)

Girl shooting at me like a pistol (Bang)

Ay, hit a bitch with a whistle

What's on my feet? They Balencis (Bs)

I got a dirty mouth, need to rinse it (Yeah)

I need all the bread and the biscuits (Bitch)

Slippers came with shoestrings (Yeah)

TEC still got a shoestring (Bang)

Fully flexed up, too clean

Twenty thousand and I bought two things (Bitch)

Sent granny and momma a 50 (Yeah)

Bitch want me to sign her titties (Huh?)

I need you to mind your business (Yeah)

Where the cash at? Go get it (Ftftft)

Where the bitches at? Go fuck 'em (Beep)

Where the opps at? Don't duck 'em (Nah)

The law hate me so fuck 'em (Huh?)

These niggas fake don't hug 'em (Huh?)

Sosa bipolar, don't bug him (Nah)

You already know he don't trust 'em (Nah)

The nigga too cool, get a oven (Yeah)

He one egg short from a dozen (Huh? Bang, bang)

Woke up, brush my teeth

Thank the Lord that I'm here today

Stole Toyotas, now I hop out the 'Cat, hop in a Wraith

I'm a fuckin' king, where's my throne?

Bring a young nigga some grapes

This bitch talk too much, oh my God

Bring a young nigga some tape

Just 'cause I got cash, don't mean I won't smoke your ass like a Newport, shorty

I guess I gotta learn, it's just some shit that I can't do no more

Don't come in our radius, ay, young nigga, tell ya crew to abort

Hop in that wet-wet, shorty somethin' like a water resort

You ain't smokin' by the ounce, you can bounce (You can bounce)

I don't smoke no mid, I smoke super loud (Super loud, dope)

Damn near quit the lean, see if I can do without it (ay, huh?)

On Illustrator makin' me a new medallion (Bling)

Be careful this package is super fragile (Hmm)

And my dog keep eating my Gucci sandals (Gucci sandals)

Hoes see me in person like, "Ooh he handsome" (Hmm)

Tryna stuff this cash in my Gucci pants (Ftftft)

Man, these niggas be having me fucked up (Beep, beep, beep)

When the boss talking shut the fuck up (Fuck up, bitch)

Some of these hoes say I act stuck up (Huh?)

Know it's fuck you if it's fuck us

Chief Sosa, how come you don't trust us? (Huh?)

What's the chances light came down and struck us

Need to learn how to take down your instructions

Gotta have Ben Frank, Grant, Jack all in structure

My dog fresher than you

My daughter is too

My heat get to stuttering

Get barbecue-cue'd

My heat get to stuttering

Duh duh da doo doo

Foes at my door like doo doo

They know I'm gorilla like, "Uh-uh"

Woke up, brush my teeth

Thank the Lord that I'm here today

Stole Toyotas, now I hop out the 'Cat, hop in a Wraith

I'm a fuckin' king, where's my throne?

Bring a young nigga some grapes

This bitch talk too much, oh my God

Bring a young nigga some tape

Just 'cause I got cash, don't mean I won't smoke your ass like a Newport, shorty

I guess I gotta learn, it's just some shit that I can't do no more

Don't come in our radius, ay, young nigga, tell ya crew to abort

Hop in that wet-wet, shorty somethin' like a water resort

I Need More lyrics - Chief Keef

Uh aye bang (Bitch bang bang bang)

Bang (Sosa baby)

Bang (eskitit)

Bang (you hear me bitch)

Bang (good)

Bang

You talking to me, where you got to be

I got the pump, it's in my sleeve

Kill, defeat, I'm on some feet

Feel like Obama up in the V.I.P.

No JPG you see me

Diamond dance CB, get your red and blue goggles

'Cause I'm coming 3D

Send them boys do drill then I send 'em three deep

All this dopey dope, call me Sosa de'blanco

Bitch I'm flowing like I'm off a yacht

Really need to cop me a helicopter

This hot boy movie and I'm Silkk the Shocker

Off the syrup, syrup no fuckin' waffles

We threw away a whole fuckin' body

Get them thrown at your fucking squad

Heat sensor on my fucking gun

Fuck that bitch pull my pants up run them bands up

If the bitch call won't answer

Vroom vroom motor havin' tantrums

Told that bitch "you canceled", told that bitch I got cancer

Bitch put a seatbelt on but like I'm playin' ball in the whip

She know I got handles

What I just say finna' tell her [?] bitch it ain't no [?]

Where that money at (I need more)

Girl, that's some good pussy let me get some more of that (I need more, yeah bitch, I need more)

Give ya a hand like yeah throw it back (I need more)

Off of the drink but still running around like a rugrat (aye) (I need more)

Damn the design exclusive (I need more)

Big doobie got me on Jupiter (I need more, yeah bitch, I need more)

FN go de do do (bang) (I need more)

I know I got a couple skrty skrs (skrty skrs) (I need more)

I need more (I need more)

Gimmie dat. Gimmie dat (I need more)

Gotta throw away, gotta get rid of that (I need more)

That check over there can you hand me that (I need more)

Fans writing on pictures like (I need more)

Ding ding it's a thot like (I need more)

She gave me a hundred feet but (I need more)

I done smoked all the reefer (I need more)

Two more ounces in the two seater but (I need more)

FN navigated (I need more)

Shit got me concentrated (I need more)

You can keep playing (I need more)

Done performing but they keep saying (I need more)

Where the Visine (I need more)

'Cause my eyes red (I need more)

Why your ass yell (I need more)

Bring it over here (I need more)

Gotta a couple pills but (I need more)

I'm like fuck all the other shit (I need more)

Yeah I got ice on (I need more)

Yeah I can't count but (I need more)

Shot all the hollows (I need more)

Said she gone swallow (I need more)

That why you know when I call (I need more)

You so where are you (I need more)

Where that money at (I need more)

Girl, that's some good pussy let me get some more of that (I need more, yeah bitch, I need more)

Give ya a hand like yeah throw it back (I need more)

Off of the drink but still running around like a rugrat (aye) (I need more)

Damn the design exclusive (I need more)

Big doobie got me on Jupiter (I need more, yeah bitch, I need more)

FN go de do do (bang) (I need more)

I know I got a couple skrty skrs (skrty skrs) (I need more)

I need more (I need more)

We're Everywhere lyrics - Chief Keef

We over here, we over there

We over here, we over there, ay

We over here, we over there

We everywhere, you never there

Rock Human Races, got every pair

We're here and there, we're everywhere

My team, yeah, here, there, they're everywhere

I got these 700s everywhere

And my coat made out of fuckin' bear

I still got Yeezy's I didn't fuckin' wear

You dig? These diamonds everywhere

Leave the restaurant, the paparazzi everywhere

I swear this bitch so freaky, she gon' top me anywhere

Yeah I got on my chains and I'ma rock 'em anywhere

Trippin' over shit 'cause I got designer everywhere

Just flew a little lady out, but I her hair is sheddin' everywhere

Send her fine ass right back, without an ordinary care

And the kicks that's on my toes are not an ordinary pair

My house got TVs everywhere

Three here, three there, three there, three there

I ain't gotta type and I sure don't got a care

For the Pledge of Allegiance I'm sitting down in my chair

You cannot check me, 'less you writin' a check to me

Act like she don't be everywhere tryna fool me

Bitch went to the bathroom, she was trippin' over NMDs

Welcome to the show, this is a Chief Sosa assembly

She love the Glo Gang briefs, she stop suckin', said "I'm stealing these"

Diamonds in my bezel, lookin like motherfuckin' earrings

And this white gold, this ain't motherfuckin' sterling

Had to tell my bitch, "Get out your motherfuckin' feelings."

We over here, we over there

We everywhere, you never there

Rock Human Races, got every pair

We're here and there, we're everywhere

My team, yeah, here, there, they're everywhere

I got these 700s everywhere

And my coat made out of fuckin' bear

I still got Yeezy's I didn't fuckin' wear

I got shit I forgot about

Bitch, your weak ass service goin' in and out

FN a blow dryer, air you out (aye)

I'm doing too much loud, can't hear you out (aye)

What these is, bitch? These AMIRI

She ask me somethin', I told her bitch ask SIRI

They're like "Where you get "Almighty So" from?". From Jim Carrey

Cops shot 17, shots they missed, that's legendary

Aye, 762, Hail Mary, make shit, very scary

I don't give a fuck if y'all everywhere, spread a little bit fire everywhere

Off-White everywhere

Plus [?] trippin' my Hellcat, that bitch fishtailin' anywhere

Bitch I got Bape everywhere and I got apes everywhere

Swear the bitch head was a fairy tale

I'm a lion so I got a hairy tail

Got a thong-wearin' pussy from Riverdale

Way she give it to me, she don't give a damn

Got a bitch from 8 mile like Eminem sell the SL11 for some M&Ms (bang)

We over here, we over there

We everywhere, you never there

Rock Human Races, got every pair

We're here and there, we're everywhere

My team, yeah, here, there, they're everywhere

I got these 700s everywhere

And my coat made out of fuckin' bear

I still got Yeezy's I didn't fuckin' wear

Randomly lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

[Tadoe (Chief Keef):]

Got a hundred pounds coming in from Jamaica

Smoking on this damn purple, like the fuckin' Lakers

I just fucked on your thot now she wanna date me

(See these rings I rub my hands together like I'm Baby)

[Chief Keef:]

White VVS. Grey SRT. It's a hellcat you hear us pass your street

We playing defense we can't let it be

You might see me pass you smoking dope randomly

You might hear me stop and hit the gas randomly

I might ride past and hear bitches spaz randomly

You might see me hop out getting gas randomly

You might see me pickin' up a bag randomly

I might randomly be in a track hawk it

I just wanna fuck her that's all yeah

Swish swish swish the basketball yeah

Mama ask did you eat your vegetables yeah

You might randomly see me in your hood

I ain't gotta explain what be understood

With the AR15 call me Elmer Fudd

Your bitch said you was sexy chocolate now you fudge

[Tadoe:]

White diamonds 'round my neck like a fuckin' racist

Smoking on this thoink counting all this damn paper

And I'm steady chasing guap so niggas steady hating

Slap Forgis on a hawk now I'm fuckin' skating

[Chief Keef:]

White VVS. Grey SRT. It's a hellcat you hear us pass your street

We playing defense we can't let it be

You might see me pass you smoking dope randomly

You might hear me stop and hit the gas randomly

I might ride past and hear bitches spaz randomly

You might see me hop out getting gas randomly

You might see me pickin' up a bag randomly

[Tadoe:]

Smoke out the 448 that's randomly

Walk in the club 20 grand that's randomly

Left out the club, I ain't got no bands on me

Play with them blue berries, split yo tangerine

[Chief Keef:]

Got the trap house jumping like a trampoline

Fourth person I can't be on the feds magazine

We at your head bitch, like maybe yeah it's Maybelline

She heard my engine, she got more water than a sour crème

First I woke up with yo ho head by my dick

He the type of nigga who gon' kill you 'bout his bitch

Lift my wrist up that bitch feeling like a brick (Brr)

Big bags like I'm Santa but I'm feeling like the Grinch

Might randomly pull up fa-fa-fa like World War Two

She randomly see maneuvering and text me like "Wasn't that you?"

Pick her up she saw me pour a cup like up give me some of that juice (Lean)

She hopped in smelled that mother fucking

Smoke she was like give me some of that too (Dope)

On the highway, dodgin' that, black-and-white Ford it

But all I see is green

I don't see black-and-white boy

[?] just told me fuck niggas my appetite boy

Squeeze that bitch like a fruit, make strawberry lemonade boy

Ay, fam

[Chief Keef:]

White VVS. Grey SRT. It's a hellcat you hear us pass your street

We playing defense we can't let it be

You might see me pass you smoking dope randomly

You might hear me stop and hit the gas randomly

I might ride past and hear bitches spaz randomly

You might see me hop out getting gas randomly

You might see me pickin' up a bag randomly

The GloFiles, Pt. 2 (2018)

• I Got
• According To My Watch
• In My Mode
• Light Heist
• Driver
• Fookah
• In My Cup
• Some
• Sued
• Pay Day
• Face
• She Like 
• That Is Not

I Got lyrics - Chief Keef

Bitch I got

Bitch I got, bitch I got

Bitch I got, bitch I got

Bitch I got, bitch I got

Bitch I got guap, bitch I got shooters

Bitch I got a lot of hoes, bitch I gotta do this

Bitch I got, bitch I got

Bitch I got, bitch I got

Bitch I got guap, bitch I got shooters

Bitch I got a lot of hoes, bitch I gotta do this

Bitch I got, bitch I got

Bitch I got, bitch I got

Bitch I got, bitch I got

I got, I got

I got, I got

I got, I got

Bitch I got guap, bitch I got shooters

Bitch I got a lot of hoes, bitch I gotta do this

Bitch I got, bitch I got

Bitch I got, bitch I got

Bitch I got, bitch I got

I got, I got

I got, I got

I got, I got

Bitch I got guap, bitch I got shooters

Bitch I got a lot of hoes, bitch I gotta do this

Bitch I got, bitch I got

Bitch I got, bitch I got

Bitch I got, bitch I got

I got, I got

I got, I got

I got, I got

According To My Watch lyrics - Chief Keef

According to my watch, it's time to get guap

According to my watch, time to fuck his thot

According to my watch, time to hop in my car

According to my watch, time to hit the bank and get me some mufuckin' guap

According to my watch, according to my watch

According to my watch, according to my watch

According to my motherfucking watch

Pull up in a drop top, hugging on my Glock

According to my motherfucking watch

Say it's time your hoe give me some top

According to my watch, I pull up on the block

According to his watch, send his ass shots

According to her watch, time to let me fuck

Time to let me smash, time to give me top

According to my watch, time to go hard

Go and buy 20 Margielas out of Barneys

According to my watch, I think that I'm smart

According to my watch, he thinks he's a star

You get it, my watch thinks he's a star

Your food, he eats it all

My watch ordered pizza, huh?

Order 20 of 'em by himself, he eats it all

How far the reefer go?

Me and Drizzy in the 6 playing on ping pong

That mean I'm so high

I'm standing on top of shit, call me Sosa King Kong

Who rang the bell? Ding dong

According to my watch, that's a motherfucking ching chong

This hoe start singing songs

Tell me what the fuck watch it, catch star singing long

According to my watch, it's time to get guap

According to my watch, time to fuck his thot

According to my watch, time to hop in my car

According to my watch, time to hit the bank and get me some mufuckin' guap

According to my watch, according to my watch

According to my watch, according to my watch

According to my motherfucking watch

Pull up in a drop top, hugging on my Glock

According to my motherfucking watch

Say it's time your hoe give me some top

According to my watch, time to pour up the fucking Sprite

According to my watch, time to tuck his life

Pulled up blowing, yeah fucking right

According to my watch, good fucking night

According to my watch, I got cake

According to my watch, niggas gay

According to my watch, these hoes gay

They gon' suck Chief So both ways

Million dollar meeting on the three-way

Money call me, that's a four-way

According to my watch, my car 4x4

Look at all this motherfucking road rage

Bitch said she wanna hit Chipotle

Bitch what the fuck, you did some cocaine?

Bitch you can't go the out the in public with me

According to my watch, that's a no-brainer

According to my watch, I be smoking Tooka

According to my watch, you be smoking Fooka

According to my watch, she's a fucking booster

Dirty ass hoe actin' so boujee

Broke ass nigga getting no coochie

Bitch this is Gucci, this no Coogi

According to my watch, these niggas fufu

Fugazi niggas be so fluky

According to my watch, it's time to get guap

According to my watch, time to fuck his thot

According to my watch, time to hop in my car

According to my watch, time to hit the bank and get me some mufuckin' guap

According to my watch, according to my watch

According to my watch, according to my watch

According to my motherfucking watch

Pull up in a drop top, hugging on my Glock

According to my motherfucking watch

Say it's time your hoe give me some top

In My Mode lyrics - Chief Keef

Sosa baby

GBE baby

Bang, bang, bang bang

Bang

Ftftftftft

Beep, beep, beep, beep

Yeah

Let's get it

(Sosa baby)

Boy you can keep that, you ain't smokin' on no dope (GBE baby, dope)

You ain't tryna spend shit, you ain't holding on no rolls (Beep, beep, beep)

In Hawaii with the gang, and I'm hollerin' out on folks (GBE baby)

Walked up in LV, you know I gotta pull out them Os (Louis, Louis, catch up, catch up)

Comma zero, zero, comma zero, zero or more (Cash)

Beat the case, no P.O. or no piss test, no (Nah, nah, Sosa baby)

In a foreign drivin' real fast, they thinkin' that I'm on coke (Skrrt, skrrt)

You can set the difficulties, either way I am in my mode (Sosa baby, GBE baby)

No bitch get set wet, choppers stutter like rat-tat (Bang, bang)

Actin' like you knee deep, you go fuck around and get your fuckin' neck wet (Bang, bang)

Still spendin' cheese, no major come back for set back (Beep, beep, beep)

Smack a nigga with a box of dots, tell a fuck nigga to connect that

I don't get my hand dirty, but bitch I'm in it like a wet back (Yeah, yeah)

Went and bought 4 PTs, threw the cash on the floor, check that (Lean, lean)

All this cash that I'm throwin' in the club, lil nigga try to match that (Nah, yeah)

I'm a sinister, take a lil nigga face and blast that (Bang, bang)

Like the light in the car, it's a fuckin' Diablo (Skrrt, skrrt)

I was buyin' real estate when Kayne drop Pablo (Sosa baby)

I was in Mexico gettin' heat from my vatos (Bang, bang)

Pull up to the gang, get the beef for your taco (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

(Sosa baby)

Boy you can keep that, you ain't smokin' on no dope (GBE baby, dope)

You ain't tryna spend shit, you ain't holding on no rolls (Beep, beep, beep)

In Hawaii with the gang, and I'm hollerin' out on folks (GBE baby)

Walked up in LV, you know I gotta pull out them Os (Louis, Louis, catch up, catch up)

Comma zero, zero, comma zero, zero or more (Cash)

Beat the case, no P.O. or no piss test, no (Nah, nah, Sosa baby)

In a foreign drivin' real fast, they thinkin' that I'm on coke (Skrrt, skrrt)

You can set the difficulties, either way I am in my mode

Light Heist lyrics - Chief Keef

Young Chop on the beat

I'm ridin' like a nightlight

So much cash that my pockets look pregnant

They all know I'm knocked up (Ay, turn the music up for me Chris)

Ridin' like a nightlight, stop at the stoplight

Drove off, ran the red light, there the cops is

Tryna put me into lock up (Otto)

'Member having rocks in my Timbos

Ran off with the coke money (Bang, let's get it, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Pull up, bounce out the all-white thing

(Sosa, baby, GBE, baby)

That there is a snow bunny

Catch up, Ls, Ls, Ls (Sosa on the beat)

In the car, I'm riding, like a nightlight

Ain't gon' stop at the stoplight

I sip Barney, you sip stop sign, yeah, that sounds about right

I wear astronaut clothes

Pull up foreign, beat Kongo

Take three hundred out, Wells Fargo

I don't wait in line, no bar-codes

You see your reflection in my ice

I left you, boy, you not right

My bitch so bad that's it's not nice

Say "Hi", get top, then it's bye-bye

You smokin' on low, boy, you're not high

I keep spinach, like Popeye

Brown bag full of cash, no white rice

All the cash out the bank, that's a light heist

Pull up, peeking out the car, no soundproof

Let the MAC out the top, no sunroof

Throwing cash out the top, I'ma bank-teller

Ride the car like I rode the Mongoose

Fill yo' block up 'til it's no more

Hear the SoundClick, no Johnny Juliano

I'm on the high-speed, OJ in the bronco

Got the Yao Ming and Mutombo

I be with Smokey and the bandits

You a cat but you be with the rat pack

Runnin' for the ball, intercept that

If I don't, that's where you get sacked at

Fire too hot like Crisco, pop, pop

I got enough cream for the whole café, no Hard Rock

'Member having rocks in my Timbos

Ran off with the coke money

Pull up, bounce out the all-white thing

That there is a snow bunny

Pull up to the show get the forty G's, do that in one hour

What the fuck do I hop in when I leave?

That there is a snow plower

In the car, I'm riding, like a nightlight

Ain't gon' stop at the stoplight

I sip Barney, you sip stop sign, yeah, that sounds about right

I wear astronaut clothes

Pull up foreign, beat Kongo

Take three hundred out, Wells Fargo

I don't wait in line, no bar-codes

You see your reflection in my ice

I left you, boy, you not right

My bitch so bad that's it's not nice

Say "Hi", get top, then it's bye-bye

You smokin' on low, boy, you're not high

I keep spinach, like Popeye

Brown bag full of cash, no white rice

All the cash out the bank, that's a light heist

I'm like sticking a fork in a socket

Get your dumb ass shocked up

So much cash that my pockets look pregnant

They all know I'm knocked up

Had to go change my safety deposit

I told 'em put me in a locker

Drove off, run the red light, there the cops is

Tryna put me into lock-up

Fuck a bitch so good she got me tatted

She wear me like a t-shirt

Got that big boy on my side

I wear heat like a beeper

Came in and Steph Curry'd the game

Can you see me from the bleachers?

Talked to God when I woke up this morning, I asked "can you please keep from the leechers?"

She know I keep cheese, velveet-er

She get a mouth fucked 'til her teeth hurt

I take one ho upstairs, got a bitch right underneath her

I'm an All Star on the bench like Chuck

Throw some money up then the bitch got clucked

Shoot the bitch up and she fizz right up

Gave her some lean then she lit right up

In the car, I'm riding, like a nightlight

Ain't gon' stop at the stoplight

I sip Barney, you sip stop sign, yeah, that sounds about right

I wear astronaut clothes

Pull up foreign, beat Kongo

Take three hundred out, Wells Fargo

I don't wait in line, no bar-codes

You see your reflection in my ice

I left you, boy, you not right

My bitch so bad that's it's not nice

Say "Hi", get top, then it's bye-bye

You smokin' on low, boy, you're not high

I keep spinach, like Popeye

Brown bag full of cash, no white rice

All the cash out the bank, that's a light heist

Let the MAC out the top, no sunroof

Ride the car like I rode the Mongoose

I'm on a high-speed, OJ in the Bronco

I be with Smokey and the Bandits

You a cat but you be with the Rat Pack

Fire too high, like Crisco, pop pop

I got enough cream for the café, no Hard Rock

Driver lyrics - Chief Keef

Otto

Ay man, look, God dammit, man (Let's get it!)

Ay man (Catch up)

You know I'm a, I'm a trend setter (Catch up)

This is what I do, you know (Bang)

Niggas take the shit I do (Ftftft)

It could be anything, God dammit (Beep, beep)

You know what I'm saying, take what I do

You know what I'm saying (Turn the music up for me, Chris), they put it in themselves

And they run with it, God dammit (Sosa)

You know? OK, so look (Bang, bang)

Like a stolen gun you know? (Bang)

When they see the serial number, right (Sosa baby, GBE baby)

And they come back to a nigga (Sosa on the beat)

That be me, you know (Bang)

I started in the basement (Yeah), now I'm in a mansion (Bang)

I took Ben Franklin (Yeah), and held him for ransom (Beep)

I lived with my granny (Yeah), now I got ten bedrooms (Skrrt, skrrt)

I rolled in a putt putt (Yeah), now my car got so much leg room (Skrrt, skrrt)

I turned nothing into something, I am a MacGyver (Ftftft, beep)

And the way I do this shit, I am not a tryer

You say you got that Wockhardt, I might be your buyer

Nigga think he going crazy, I might be your driver (Skrrt, skrrt, bang)

You try shit, I buy shit

Get to blicking. It's lightning

No thirty. It's Mike Vic

That's fifty-two shots in this hundred

'Cause if you fill it up, it cannot breathe

This cash in my pocket cannot leave

Get seasoned and fall just like leaves

Girl, your nigga wanna ball just like me

My whole fucking body numb, larocaine

I'm a motherfucking boss, you're a lame

How I bowl through these niggas, you're a lane

Knock your neck down your chest, now you're a chain

I started in the basement (Yeah), now I'm in a mansion (Bang)

I took Ben Franklin (Yeah), and held him for ransom (Beep)

I lived with my granny (Yeah), now I got ten bedrooms (Skrrt, skrrt)

I rolled in a putt putt (Yeah), now my car got so much leg room (Skrrt, skrrt)

I turned nothing into something, I am a MacGyver (Ftftft, beep)

And the way I do this shit, I am not a tryer

You say you got that Wockhardt, I might be your buyer

Nigga think he going crazy, I might be your driver (Skrrt, skrrt, bang)

I'm going so crazy they should put me in a psych ward

She eat me in my Louis shorts, she bite shorts

The weed make me project, there's science in the weed

Let a nigga try me, he be dying with the trees

You would think I'm flying on this Glo rug, Aladdin

Treat my life like Orlando, it's magic

Play this shit up in the club, it's tragic

You ain't getting money, I can see it, no statics

Up to the top, I climb and climb

No cash for me to see, then I'm going blind

I'm gliding like a GLOverboard, I don't need no wheels

I don't think its purple rain if I don't see the seal from the start

I started in the basement (Yeah), now I'm in a mansion (Bang)

I took Ben Franklin (Yeah), and held him for ransom (Beep)

I lived with my granny (Yeah), now I got ten bedrooms (Skrrt, skrrt)

I rolled in a putt putt (Yeah), now my car got so much leg room (Skrrt, skrrt)

I turned nothing into something, I am a MacGyver (Ftftft, beep)

And the way I do this shit, I am not a tryer

You say you got that Wockhardt, I might be your buyer

Nigga think he going crazy, I might be your driver (Skrrt, skrrt, bang)

My whole fucking body numb, larocaine

I'm a motherfucking boss, you're a lame

How I ball through these niggas, you're a lame

Knock your neck down your chest, now you're a chain

Bang

Fookah lyrics - Chief Keef

GGP

Ooh, lolli ooh

I'm still high

I pull up stuntin'

Trying to get some money

Through with the onion

Sosa on the beat

Ay, I pull up stuntin'

I was trying to get some money

I came through with the onion

They say that shit smellin' funky

The cops pulled over me

They say their ass' smellin' weed

'Cause I be smoking on the Tooka

And you be smoking on the fookah

I've been smokin' on the dope

Made my lungs black, oh well

You better stand where you at

Don't try me, pussy, don't go there

You better watch your hoe

'Cause she give me top so well

All the Keke's call my phone

They hit me like I got a dope sale

I'm ringin' like I got a doorbell

All my fiends and they say give 'em more hell

Hop out the whip, it feel like the floor fell

He squeeze, he can't breathe, give him more air

I'ma wait outside his house and build a fort there

Midnight, ring his bell, give him more mail

Gotta lot of beef, taco meat, more shells

You know my cash longer than your whore hair

Ay, I pull up stuntin'

I was trying to get some money

I came through with the onion

They say that shit smellin' funky

The cops pulled over me

They say their ass' smellin' weed

'Cause I be smoking on the Tooka

And you be smoking on the fookah

The cops pulled me over and I swerved on 'em

He say he smoke Tooka, he got nerve on him

Your bird boring, call another bird over

He think he hard 'cause he got shot but we gon' put another burn on him

Bitch thinks she's bad, gotta curse on her

I be fresh to death, I grab the hearse for him

Stop hatin', sit back and you can learn somethin'

Bitch, I'm Cyclops, I'm always tryna burn somethin'

I know you need some money and you can get some

Wipe me down to the ground, like I spilt some

Enough about you, here your bitch come

I was doing nothin' and she suck me off like I did somethin'

I don't talk about muscles when I say I got big guns

You think you real, but your ass really fiction

You niggas really pussy, I'ma get you all some tampons

You want a autograph, I need something to put my step on

Ay, I pull up stuntin'

I was trying to get some money

I came through with the onion

They say that shit smellin' funky

The cops pulled over me

They say their ass' smellin' weed

'Cause I be smoking on the Tooka

And you be smoking on the fookah

In My Cup lyrics - Chief Keef

Turbo

Skurt, Skurt Skurt

Ya, you, you

Sosa baby

Beep, beep, beep

Turbo

Nah, nah

Swish nigga. Swish

Turbo

Sosa baby

GBE baby

This ain't no Fanta in my cup (Nah)

I got ammo in my cup (click clack)

I got gas in my blunt (Dope)

It take more gas than my truck (Yah, yah)

We put some damage on yo truck (Bang, bang)

You better have some hammers in the cut (Bang, bang)

Show no love, it'll get you killed (Yeah)

Pour the lean in the Sprite 'til it start to spill (Bang, bang)

Bitch I shower in the drank (In the lean, nigga)

I devour in the bank (Frrrrr, yah, bee)

I put a thousand in my tank (skirrt, skirrt)

Bitch I'm flying where would I rank (Yah, Sosa baby, bang)

I just pulled up in a tank (Skirrt, skirr, skirrt)

And my soldiers is the gang (Ay, GBE baby)

On my left shoulder it is God (Yah)

On my right shoulder it is Satan (Yah)

Put some food up on yo plate (Yaah, yaah)

Only you know what you take (Yaah, yaah)

Only you know what you make (Yaah, yaah)

Only you know what you say (Ketchup, ketchup)

This ain't no Fanta in my cup (Nah, lean)

I got ammo in my cup (click, clack)

I got gas in my blunt (Dope)

It take more gas than my truck (Yah, yah)

We put some damage on yo truck (Bang, bang)

You better have some hammers in the cut (Bang, bang)

Show no love, it'll get you killed (Yeah)

Pour the lean in the Sprite 'til it start to spill (Bang, bang)

I'm in the drop-top balling (Skirrt, skirr, skirrt)

Like a ref I'm shot-calling (Yah, yuuh, yuh)

Remember when I first got the cash (Sosa baby)

I was like "Look mama I'm balling" (fffff, pea)

I break the rim so don't pass me the Spaulding (Nah)

My daddy wasn't there to see me crawling (Nah)

So I really don't care if he see me balling (Swish nigga swish)

She like "You actin' like you ain't see me calling"

While you was up at school I was picking up that work (Pickin' up that dough)

I remember when I stole the TV from the church (Yaah, yaah)

I was always the one outside first (Yuuh, yuuh)

I told them one day and they didn't mark my word (Naah, naah)

Bang, bang

Bang, bang

This ain't no Fanta in my cup (Nah, lean)

I got ammo in my cup (click clack)

I got gas in my blunt (Dope)

It take more gas than my truck (Yaah, yaah)

We put some damage on yo truck (Bang, bang)

You better have some hammers in the cut (Bang, bang)

Show no love, it'll get you killed (Yaah)

Pour the lean in the Sprite 'til it start to spill (Bang, bang)

Some lyrics - Chief Keef

Everything in the dark comes to light (Huh?)

Pull up in my car, hop out feeling right (Skrrt, skrrt, yeah)

Niggas ain't right, let me live my life (Live my life, hell nah)

'Fore I pull this pistol out and end your life (Bang, bang, bang)

She said she wanna have fun, but I wanna have funds (Funds, ftftft, beep)

If it's about that money, you know I wanna have some (Yeah)

Just seen the judge, still ride with guns (Skrrt)

Just got some money still gotta get some (Ftftft, beep, ftftft, beep)

Just seen the plug so I'm ridin' with pounds (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

If it's about that money, you know I'm down to get down (Yeah, ayy, ayy)

Just seen mama, hit her with 10 thousand (My mother)

I tote her this money, go on, go ride around (Just for ya)

Zero to one-thousand, I'ma make it count (Make it count)

If I gotta go public houses and break it down (Break it down)

Youngins see ya with that money, they gon' take you down (Take you down, where it's at?)

Come out with them pistols up and lay you down (Lay you down)

Pull up on your block and knock it down (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, bang, bang)

Where your coke, boy? You know my chopper down (Duhduhduh, bang, bang)

I just hit these streets and lock it down (Yeah, gang, gang)

Can't no locksmith unlock it now (Hell nah)

Block party, pull up, pop it down (Bang)

These niggas already know how I get down (Yeah, ayy, ayy)

Everything in the dark comes to light (Light)

Pull up in my car, hop out feeling right (Skur, skur, skur, skur, skur, skur)

Niggas ain't right, let me live my life (Live my life)

'Fore I pull this pistol out and end your life (Bang, bang, bang)

She said she wanna have fun, but I wanna have funds (Funds, beep, beep)

If it's about that money, you know I wanna have some (Some, beep, beep)

Just seen the judge, still ride with guns (Bang, skrrt, skrrt)

Just got some money still gotta get some (Skrrt, beep, beep)

Niggas already know how we come (Bang, bang, skrrt)

Them bullets go rerun (Bang, bang, bang, bang)

And then we run (Yeah) right to our car, and we gone (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Let's play ping pong (Bang, bang)

With these ninas (Bang, bang)

I got thirty in my nina (Gang, bang, bang, gang)

Ding ding, ring the alarm (Ayy)

And it's full of eaters (Yeah), best bitch delete ya (Yeah)

Niggas want a feature (Huh?), I need 15, bud (Yeah)

You got it then here we come (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Blink ya eyes, bitch, we speeding (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

I ain't speaking (No), bitch, I'm money bleeding (Yeah, ftftftft, beep)

Check out my veins (Veins), it got money in them (Ftftft, beep, beep, beep)

Check out my brain (Brain), it got nothing in it (Nah)

I smoke too many loud blunts (Dope), I think I'm gon' end it (Yeah)

Everything in the dark comes to light

Pull up in my car, hop out feeling right

Niggas ain't right, let me live my life

'Fore I pull this pistol out and end your life

She said she wanna have fun, but I wanna have funds

If it's about that money, you know I wanna have some

Just seen the judge, still ride with guns

Just got some money, still gotta get some

Sued lyrics - Chief Keef

Hi, Miss Codeine, (I just want you to know)

All I want is you

I know you want me

Sosa baby, GBE baby

(Sosa on the beat)

Bang Bang

I smoke tookah, he smoke oh no

Hi, Miss Codeine, I just want you to know

That all I want is you, if you only knew

I don't care about your ex baby, he not on channel 2

He's not on the news, I don't know the dude

I know you want me and I want you too

What are you hungry for? I'm out gettin' food

You tryna sell me some red, you can get sued

Me and purple got a contract together

We make goals like we raised a runnin' back together

No you can't get none of drink, you pro'ly got Ebola

All this gank I pour, I think I'm a professional skin toner, bang

Why would I lie to you baby?

I only sip you, I sip red? Girl, you're crazy

Tell my assistant, go get ice, boy you lazy

Your man sippin' yellow, if I sip green, you can tase me

I ain't with the red, how much you wanna bet me?

I don't sip qualitest, knock me out if you catch me

I don't sip no label stretch me out if you catch me

You tryna see me hit, broadcast you on this here .50

I smoke tookah, he smoke oh no

Hi, Miss Codeine, I just want you to know

That all I want is you, if you only knew

I don't care about your ex baby, he not on channel 2

He's not on the news, I don't know the dude

I know you want me and I want you too

What are you hungry for? I'm out gettin' food

You tryna sell me some red, you can get sued

If you ever see me sippin' Actavis, I paid five

Comma zero zero zero, pour that shit on FaceTime

I ain't pourin' up on farmer

Ridin' in the baked ride

Gettin' baked, let the windows down and, K time

773-202-5862

We go up in the club you sippin' red, then I ain't with you

I just want one Styrofoam

Baby, I don't need two

I ain't gotta lie if I miss out on, ay, I ease, fool

This ain't plug talk, bitch this drug talk

This ain't no limp, this a drug walk

If it ain't a flat then I won't do a pill

If the plot ain't low-key, I won't do the drill

Bang, bang

I smoke tookah, he smoke oh no

Hi, Miss Codeine, I just want you to know

That all I want is you, if you only knew

I don't care about your ex baby, he not on channel 2

He's not on the news, I don't know the dude

I know you want me and I want you too

What are you hungry for? I'm out gettin' food

You tryna sell me some red, you can get sued

Pay Day lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe & Terintino)

[Chief Keef & Tadoe:]

Almighty Glo nigga

Gang gang

You know how we bummin', man

You know how we rockin' and rollin', man

You know how we bleed man

[Tadoe (Chief Keef):]

Pour the lean, I go to sleep

Poppin out, they notice me

In a spot that's all OG

Trap doin' ten bowls a week

(Fourty Gs a day, that's me, you get ten shows a week)

(I slide through, ten Glocks)

(I pour up pints and smoking Ps)

Out the 448 ridin' straight A

I go more nuts than a pay day

(But I go more nuts than a nutty bar)

(I pop out, and make it rain like it's pay day)

[Chief Keef:]

We got the pounds, you wanna move some?

We got the rounds, you wanna shoot some?

Who wants some, who wants some?

Who want some, who want some?

We got the racks, you wanna hold some?

We got the pack, you wanna blow some?

Who wants some, who wants some?

Who want some, who gon' do some?

[Terintino (Chief Keef) {Tadoe}:]

Gambino aka Meatroll

Mr. check the peephole with like three poles

(It's Chief Lo aka the janitor)

(Mr. Ring your bell then replenish ya)

{When I pour up, it's no plastic}

{Straight drop, yeah it's all [?]}

{Inside my car, look like all [?]}

{Off a pill and I might crash it}

On my way to hit your block, but I might pass it

Spin back, turn your pack Jurrasic

(And we we spin back, niggas turn elastic)

(Pop out, buck buck, see who run the fastest)

[Chief Keef:]

Goddamn shells sticky, have some pounds

No introductions man, they know who I am

In LA ridin' around with my lambs

300 bitch, you know we got 300 shells

Pop pop, reload, then cock

You done started something

Watch where you don't watch

You ain't gon' fry nothing'

I can tell by how you hold a pot

You don't sell dope

I can tell by how you move the rocks

Make love to the cash, I'm so romantic

Diamonds in my watch, looking Titanic

House looking gigantic

You best come tryna start shit at my mansion

I ain't got security, I got a hundred poles

Like I got a hundred hands, you running like a runny nose

I got a hundreds bands on me and a hundred shots

You think DJ makes a lot with [?]

I don't want that cup, that shit watered down

I don't want that Sprite, that shit flat as hell

Tell that pussy hit my phone, he want a pack to sell

I tell his ass "come get it", then I crack his shells

I'm smoking on the Tooka, you was smoking Fookah

You wanna disturb my peace, you are no Luda

Did I hear about ya, you are no rumor

You ain't sending shots, you are no scoomer

You ain't ballin' nigga, you're no shooter

You can't maneuver me, you are no move

You can't teach me shit, you're no tutor

The belly of the beast erupt, you're no [?]

Face lyrics - Chief Keef

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Ay, nigga, bang nigga, gang nigga

Bang, bang, bang

I went and grabbed the K

Just to spray it, told a nigga Andale

I went and got the cake

Just throw it in this bitch face

I went and got the racks

Just to go put 'em in a bank

I went and got the racks

Put 'em in my pocket, not the safe, nigga

I pull up, come from skate, nigga

Up these Glocks, start skating, nigga

Put yo little body up in a lake, nigga

Shoot everybody up in the way, nigga

FN by me for these fake niggas

I blow a nigga ass down today, nigga

It's a homi' on the way, nigga

Pistols get to bussing at your face, nigga

Woop woop, woop, there go the cops (There go the motherfucking cops)

Bloop bloop, bloop bloop, there go the Glock (There go my motherfucking Glock)

Soowoo soowoo, there go the bloods

There go the cuz, there go the crips

But I got my pistol up on my hip, gang

My niggas' gang (Kuku, kuku)

There go the gang, there go my gang

Pistols go bloop-bloop, bloop-bloop

Bang bang, there go them thangs

You in your crew

Hitting the range, hitting the range

You niggas fufu, you niggas fufu

Niggas is lames, you niggas is lames

Rolling in the two-two, in that two-two

That's a coupe, that's a coupe

Rolling with the zoo-zoo and with the zoo-zoo

And that's the crew, and that's the crew

All I do is loot loot, all I do is loot loot

That what I do, that what I do

I smoke TuTu and I smoke Tooka too

What do you do? What do you do?

I'm rolling in the coupe-coupe, in the coupe-coupe

Me and the Louie, me and the Louie

I'm rolling with your boo-boo, your boo-boo

And she kneeing me too

All that fish shit, I boop boop

She won't be seeing me too (Hell nah)

And the silencer go sooh sooh, sooh sooh, sooh sooh

She won't be hearing it too

I went and grabbed the K

Just to spray it, told a nigga Andale (Bang, bang, bang)

I went and got the cake

Just throw it in this bitch face

I went and got the racks

Just to go put 'em in a bank

I went and got the racks

Put 'em in my pocket, not the safe, nigga

I pull up, come from skate, nigga

Up these Glocks, start skating, nigga

Put yo little body up in a lake, nigga

Shoot everybody up in the way, nigga

FN by me for these fake niggas

I blow a nigga ass down today, nigga

It's a homie on the way, nigga

Pistols get to bussing at your face, nigga

Cops grab me

They want some answers, I want some ganja

I ain't telling, where my lawyer? Where my mama?

I ain't bailing, nigga ain't no motherfucking snitch

Nigga ain't no motherfucking bitch

Catch your ass after work, get hit with this clip, bitch

Swear these cops ain't shit without they badge, they some bitches

And I swear I ain't shit without that motherfucking cash, I know, I admit it

I swear I get that motherfucking cash, I blow (I spend it)

And I roll right pass yo motherfucking ass, I know (I get it)

You ain't talking 'bout motherfucking cheddar, got Beretta, hit you in your leather (Bang, bang)

The bitch gave me sloppy toppy, I told her get some Listerine and then get it better

Popping on a lip

Baby your heart saying skip

From O-6-4, it's no fifth

Remember posted up on the dip

I went and grabbed the K

Just to spray it, told a nigga Andale (Bang, bang, bang)

I went and got the cake

Just throw it in this bitch face

I went and got the racks

Just to go put 'em in a bank

I went and got the racks

Put 'em in my pocket, not the safe, nigga

I pull up, come from skate, nigga

Up these Glocks, start skating, nigga

Put yo little body up in a lake, nigga

Shoot everybody up in the way, nigga

FN by me for these fake niggas

I blow a nigga ass down today, nigga

It's a homie on the way, nigga

Pistols get to bussing at your face, nigga