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)

4NEM (2021)

• Bitch Where
• Tuxedo
• See Through
• Say I Ain't Pick Yo Weak Ass Up
• Like It's Yo Job
• Ice Cream Man
• Wazzup
• The Talk
• Shady
• Yes Sir
• I Don't Think They Love Me
• Hurry B4 the Gate Close
• Hadouken
• On What
• Picking Big Sean Up (Bonus Track) 

Bitch Where lyrics - Chief Keef

[Chief Keef:]

Made it out the Chi', if I didn't, wouldn't see today

It's a setback, everytime I see the cage

You got warfare, if you do then we can play

It got real dark, I'm like "Bro, I see the way"

It can be Nacho Cheese, my lil shorty Frito-Lay

I look both ways crossin' the streets and that shit still wasn't safe

I don't go to church, man, damn I need to pray

S-O-S-A, B-A-B-Y, gang

Eff, eff, eff, how that pound smell? (Gang)

We don't know you boy, get your ass from 'round here (Gang)

For the round table, I went bought some round chairs (Gang)

Fendi, Louwop and Guwop, my lounge gear (Bang)

At the gun range, sound checkin', it's sound clear (Bang)

She want the Guwop, the Louwop, I don't wear (Bang)

Tell your man, bop, bop, bop, don't go there (Bang)

I'm in a church, and I'm tryna get my soul clear

Wrote my name on the wall, hope it don't smear

Said I love you forty times, I was sincere

He poppin' out with same clothes that my bitch wear

Dirty hoe said I was broke, and I said "Bitch, where?"

All my exes missing out, they need to get here

All these bitches up in my hair like some L'Oréal

Bro got booked in 2011, it feel like forty years

This Chicago, nigga

[Margaret Carter:]

Hi, lil' Keith, Granny is so proud of you

Goin' on with your life, go down to my house and kept going

Granny just love it, keep going, baby, keep going

Granny just love how you move and doing yourself, and doing yourself well

Thank God

Tuxedo lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

Ayy

Dududuh, dududuh

Skuduskuh

Sos', baby

GBE, baby (Ayy, Young Malcolm)

What the fuck? What the fuck? (Ayy, ayy, huh? Ayy)

What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? (Bang, bang, huh? Bang)

What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? (Gang, gang, huh? Gang)

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (Huh?)

ZL1 black and white like a tuxedo (Dudu)

And you know I'm gettin' money like a casino

Hit the dice game with a bunch of money on me

Leave the dice game with a whole lot of fuckin' C notes

Bitch, I ride with the gun in the front seat though (Huh?)

I don't give a fuck, my brother can get fuckin' Nino (Ayy)

And I spend a lot of money like a fuckin' gringo

Bitch, this Louis Lou', but my life Gucci though (Huh?)

We'll put you in the air if you want promo

Said he smokin' dicks, man, I think that nigga homo'

With your bitch, Netflix and chill mean porno

Said he got smoke, man, I was on tour though

Smokin' on gross, it do the most, finna pour me a new pop (Huh? Pop)

Weed so strong, cop a hundred 'bows and the price don't even drop (Huh? Drop)

My shorty killin', so much killin' the opps want us to stop (Huh? Stop)

My trap, it boom, it boom so hard the police say, "Knock, knock" (Huh? They right there now)

I left the spot and met the jeweler, finna cop me a new watch (Huh? Bling)

Extra grill or extra grams, let's get it for scrapin' the pot (Huh? Skrrt)

Trackhawk Jeep a hundred G's, should've seen when I left that lot (Track')

I grab the pint and drop the pint and put it all in one pop (Huh? Dududuh)

I grab the Glock and drop some shells and went and caught a new opp (Bang, huh? Bang)

That's what you get tryna do a hit, sneak dissin' on my block (Bang, huh? Bang)

I left his top topless like one of them blockhead thots (Dududuh, huh? Ayy)

I left it so big in his brain, could've seen what he thought (Skrrt, huh? Bang)

She seen my whip, wanna suck my dick, nigga, that ain't my fault (Huh? Huh?)

Wanna suck my dick 'cause she love my swag and she love the way I talk (Huh?)

All my cars ain't nothin' but the dumbest shit I bought (Huh? Bitch)

I spend that shit and get it back, so I buy what I want (Huh?)

ZL1s and Z06s, you know I go fast (Huh?)

Cut us off in traffic, you got foenem on your ass (Huh?)

I get bread, yeah, I get bread, this shit can not go bad (Bitch)

Pussy ran up playin' games, and got his ass toe tagged

I was sixteen pullin' past my school on them fours (Huh? Huh?)

I was trappin', pop out, tryna flex on them hoes (Flexin, flexin, huh?)

My new thot sayin' what my ex sayin' goes (Huh? Bitch)

Can you get a heater, miss? My neck really froze (Huh? Burr)

H-U-R-T, they hate you, I see (Huh? Huh?)

I got my fire on me, put it on repeat (Bang, bang, bang, bang, huh?)

1-800-King-Keef if you want some beef (Huh?)

Gotta quit smokin' weed, I look Japanese (Huh? I look Japanese)

One painting sixty G's, call that masterpiece (Huh? Woo)

Spend money, get money, that's a casualty (Huh? Huh?)

Make my shorties hit blocks and that's casually (Huh? Buh-buh-buh-buh)

And they'll send you up a shot like an Applebee's (Huh?)

Bitch, my house had roaches and mouses (Huh?)

I was scrapin' up the pennies off the couches (Huh?)

I had five different hoes in one house (Huh?)

You talk too much, put five different holes in your mouth (Huh?)

Blow too much dope, I think it's holes in my lungs (Huh?)

You don't wanna be next to the hole in my gun (Huh?)

Boy pull a chopper, put a hole in your gun (Huh?)

Call me Sosa Wood, put a hole up in one

Huh?

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Huh?)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Huh?)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Huh?)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Huh?)

See Through lyrics - Chief Keef

(BassKids, answer your motherfuckin' phone, nigga)

(Hollywood J)

Need to

Take a nigga bitch in a Volkswagen Beetle

Put some dragon breath on you, now you're lookin' see-through

I got problems I don't wanna fix, but I need to, ayy

Folks in the jail cell, probably doin' push-ups

Ask me what I'm doing, gettin' money, say that's what's up

Cup up in my hand, liftin' up, I call it lean-ups

Consider that my bitch if I fuck with her for three-plus

Say she wanna kick it with me, I'm just like FIFA

Told her, "Stay away from my ice," it might freeze her

Told her, "Stick around," never know, I might need her

Think I beat my wife 'cause I wear a wife beater

Take a nigga bitch in a Volkswagen Beetle

Put some dragon breath on you, now you're lookin' see-through

I got problems I don't wanna fix, but I need to

When you're broke, who fuckin' care? When you're rich, they need you

Drop in my gut, I got drop in my pee too

You don't smoke or drink, boy, your fuckin' pee see-through

My piss need goggles and telescopes to see through

I smell some fish, I'll turn that shit to seafood

Shoot, shoot my clip and let's let the ass see-through

Chief So' was bool at the WIIIC like a Regal

Chief So' was bool on the Front like a prostitute

Chief So' was bool on the Six, we'll pop at you

Chief So' was bool on the Lam' like a vegan

Chief So' was gangbangin', slangin' and slingin'

Chief So' had Beamers, Mercedes, and Demons

Chief So' wore granny clothes, now he the cleanest

Say I Ain't Pick Yo Weak Ass Up lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Ballout)

(Ayy, Young Malcolm)

Yeah

Ain't no Obamacare, yeah

GBE baby

Sit' Gang, Fifth Gang, Get It Gang

You can have the chain on my neck for a shot to the head, boy (Shot to the head, boy)

We just hit the corner, you up on it, now you're dead, boy (Yeah)

Foenem on your head, they on your head just like a dread, boy (Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, bang)

Gang tryna pour a sixteen, I'm like, "Fuck it, grab the keg, boy" (Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)

Stick up in the dresser, I'm gon' blow yo ass like Craig, boy (Ayy, ayy, dududuh, ayy)

I just spent the same sack you just put up on my head, boy (Dududuh, bang, bang, bang, bang)

And I'm smokin' bud, I'm off that bud, you still get aired, boy (Yeah)

Seen my cousin dead, that shit play over in my head, boy (Yeah, yeah)

Bitch, I'm from Chiraq, I'm from the streets but I'm not Greg, boy (Yeah)

When I go to sleep (Ayy), I have my .30 in my bed, boy (Yeah, yeah)

You ain't roll with gang, when we get to rollin', don't get scared, boy (Ayy, ayy)

Never gave a fuckin' shit so, ain't no Obamacare, boy (Yeah yeah)

Ain't no Obamacare, nigga (Yeah)

Yeah, ain't no Obamacare, nigga (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, ain't no Obamacare, nigga (Gang, Gang)

Yeah, ain't no Obamacare, nigga (Yeah, yeah)

Talkin' grindin', I be on the rail, nigga (Yeah)

And I'm smart as fuck, I could've went to Yale, nigga (Yeah)

Let the smoke up out the window, can you smell, nigga? (Yeah)

And it's open season, catch you, cut your tail, nigga (Yeah, yeah)

And you say "I ain't pick yo' weak ass up", you frail, nigga (Yeah)

Gotta watch what he say and do with you, you 12, nigga (Yeah yeah)

Foenem pull up takin' down and count to 12, nigga (Yeah)

If Chief So ain't get out, he ain't have no bail, nigga (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah (Whoo)

Yeah, yeah (He talkin' all the hahaha, whoo, ayy)

Yeah, yeah (Ayy)

Yeah, bang

If yo' ass owe me, boy, you better have my bread, boy

Count cash in my sleep and I ain't gotta leave my bed, boy

You a soft ass nigga, man, foenem call you Ted, boy

Run a mill' up and I ain't even touch a tread, boy (Wah)

Lamborghini truck looking just like a egg, boy (Wah)

Highest rank in it when I pull up better pledge, boy (Wah, wah)

Mafia, hang you upside down up off the ledge, boy (Dududuh)

Voices in my head, I'm talkin' to the fuckin' dead, boy (Wah)

Dead, boy

(Phew, whoo-whoo) Dead, boy

Askin' me what's in my soda, is you scared, boy? (Whoo, whoo, whoo-woo)

You don't know the difference between purple and red, boy (Yeah, dududuh, bang)

Yeah, yeah (Dududuh, bang, bang, dududuh)

Yeah, yeah (Dududuh, ayy, ayy, dududuh)

Yeah, yeah (Bang, bang, dududuh)

Yeah, yeah (Ayy, ayy, dududuh, bang, bang)

Yeah, yeah

Like It's Yo Job lyrics - Chief Keef

Slob on my knob (Huh?), like it's ya job (Huh?)

Yellow Lamborghini (Huh?), corn on the cob (Huh?)

Let's have some sex (Huh?), face in the bed (Huh?)

Night give me head (Huh?), morning I need eggs (Ayy)

So is the name (Sosa, baby), let's play a game (Ayy)

Pull out my mic (Bitch), let's see you sing (Huh?)

Pull on my dick (Huh?), it's hard as a brick (Ayy)

Your man run up on me, hit that boy with the stick (Dududuh)

First is the time, second is the place (Ayy)

I grab that bitch head, got a hand full of lace (Huh?)

Slob on my nuts (Huh?), finger in your butt (Huh?)

Dick in your gut (Huh?), such a lil' slut (Huh?)

Head off to bed (Ayy), beat it specialed (Ayy)

I should go to jail how I beat up that cat

Bitch, shave your bush (Huh?), make sure you douche (Huh?)

Shut the fuck up (Huh? Shh), shouldn't have to shush (Huh? Shh)

House smell like kush (Huh?), she came in like whoosh (Huh? Woo)

Her ass lookin' plush (Huh?), I bend it over, push (Ayy)

I'm not your lover (Sosa, baby), lay on the cover (Ayy)

Gun on my waist and he will take out your brother (Huh? Ayy)

Sit on the couch (Huh? Ayy), open your mouth (Ayy, ayy)

Then I came in it (Ayy, ayy) like the man of the house (Dududuh)

You can keep the WAP, give me the top (Ayy)

She tryna cuff me, the bitch is a cop (Huh?)

I left just in time (Huh?), never came back (Huh?)

I ain't a firefighter (Huh?), I can't save that cat (Huh?)

Ride through the club (Ayy), wave at some hoes (Ayy)

She got OnlyFans so she can't get exposed

She put X up her ass (Huh?), cocaine up her nose (Huh?)

I let that bitch smoke dope 'cause we don't snort coke (Huh?)

I slipped on some 'Tech (Huh?) and got side effects (Huh?)

The bitch seen me flex (Huh?) and now she want some sex (Ayy)

I spinned in the 'Cat (Sosa, baby), it scream like Tourette's (Ayy)

She got in the cab (Bitch), and gave me that cat (Ayy)

I show her the crib (Huh?), she love how I live (Huh?)

Steady callin' me "Baby," I said, "Bitch, want a bib?" (Dududuh)

I don't never trip, still be takin' trips (Ayy)

Fuckin' on the jet, got her ass in the air

Flex on a hater (Huh?), flex with the paper (Huh?)

Nigga tried to tax us (Huh?), he done turned to a caper (Huh?)

Hasta la vista (Huh?), bye to my haters (Huh?)

Suck me on the yard (Huh?), I don't give a fuck 'bout the neighbors (Ayy)

That

That

That

That (Suck a nigga dick or somethin')

Slob on my cat 'cause you know it's fat

Check in with me and do that

Wait a second freak, I spit on your cheeks (Huh?)

My cousin T-A-D-O-E, he said you chewed his meat (Ayy)

Can't take that shit back (Huh?), he got a receipt (Bitch)

Word of mouth, bitch, you're good with your mouthpiece (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

My nigga DooWop (Wop), said that hoe a Wap (Wap)

Hopped out the foreign, man, damn there go a Wap (Wap)

Waps everywhere (Where), pulled down her wire (Brrr)

Which one of you bitches gettin' swiped like a card? (Bang, bang, bang)

I know a lil' freak in New Hamp' (Huh?)

She love my dawg ass, Lady in the Tramp (Grr, grr, grr)

She said she eat meat, meat like ham

The bitch licked the tip like she licks stamps

Wait a second freak (Huh?), you know I don't eat (Huh?)

Play with my meat (Huh?), you can get 'em at his peak (Huh?)

Wake up, gettin' neck (Huh?), still be half asleep (Huh?)

She wanted froggy style (Huh?), I'ma make her leap (Ayy)

Fucked her in a parking lot (Sosa, baby), thought I seen a cop (Ayy)

False alarm, she like "Keep going, don't stop" (Huh?)

I'ma get that guap (Huh?), I'm get that top (Ayy)

Taught me how to get it, gotta thank big bro a lot (Dudududuh)

Sit off the bed and give me head (Ayy)

Don't gotta ask, ain't have to say it

Legs on spread (Huh?), shit, broke her legs (Huh?)

Big booty bitch and that shit broke the bed (Huh?)

Sipped on some Wock' (Huh?), then got tired (Huh?)

Smackin' on that ass like I'm tryna kill a fly (Ayy)

She leg lockin' me (Sosa, baby), this bitch tryna die (Ayy)

Don't want no more babies (Bitch), I put it in her eye (Huh?)

Don't want no more kids (Huh?), I put it on her head (Ayy)

This bitch ain't got no towels, I put it on her bed (Dududuh)

Hoe, how you don't got no dishes? I want some food (Ayy)

In the morning I need head, in the night make me soup

Ice Cream Man lyrics - Chief Keef

Better say bye-bye nicely

Better say bye-bye nicely

Better say bye-bye nicely

Better say bye-bye nicely

Ayy man, ayy man

Take that man, I'm with Tadoe, fuck it

I got ice cream, baby, I know you can see it

Ice Cream Man

Ice Cream Man (Go, know you see me, see that ice cream truck pull up right there)

I got that ice cream, man (Wanna buy ice cream? I'm dealing with the ice cream truck)

Ice Cream Man (Ice cream, ayy)

She told me I taste like ice cream

I made that pussy ice cream

I frost her cakes like icing

And I said bye-bye nicely

So, you wanna fly out next week?

Say we ride in Bentleys?

I'm on defense, can't offend me

Told that hoe, "God sent me"

Bitch, you gotta accept me

People might come to arrest me

Found me a coupe, baby, let's speed

Ridin' round town with a lesbi'

Ice Cream Man

Ice Cream Man (Go, know you see me, see that ice cream truck pull up right there)

I got that ice cream, man (Wanna buy ice cream? I'm dealing with the ice cream truck)

Ice Cream Man (Ice cream, ayy)

She told me I taste like ice cream

I made that pussy ice cream

I frost her cakes like icing

And I said bye-bye nicely

'Bout to pull up in the hood

Heard they said they gon' fight me

And I don't care if I'm wrong

Ain't no fuck nigga gon' right me

Choppin' a door backpack

Ain't nobody gon' swipe me

You think you a hothead

'Til I melt that shit like ice cream

I got the ice cream

House so big, I fuck on a right wing

They both want an ice cream sandwich

I told 'em pull up, like McQueen, Lightning

They kung-fu fightin'

And outta nowhere, we start strikin'

You think I got this outta nowhere?

No, I sold ice cream

I might go bikin'

I might climb a mountain, I might go hikin'

I might go strikin'

Said I smell good, she like my hygiene

I might have red eyes

Somebody tell me if I need Visine

Said she like me

Told her, "I like my hoes be feisty"

Ice Cream Man

Ice Cream Man (Go, know you see me, see that ice cream truck pull up right there)

I got that ice cream, man (Wanna buy ice cream? I'm dealing with the ice cream truck)

Ice Cream Man (Ice cream, ayy)

She told me I taste like ice cream

I made that pussy ice cream

I frost her cakes like icing

And I said bye-bye nicely

Wazzup lyrics - Chief Keef

Always dreamt of foreign trucks (Wassup, yeah, yeah)

I found me a way to get my hunnids up (Wassup, Sosa baby)

She asked me, do I trust her, borderline (Wassup, GBE baby)

Stick a nigga up, when I got that porcupine (Wassup, Fifth Gang)

We both in Jeep's, but your shit don't cost more than mine (Wassup, Get It Gang)

He GTA bang that boy from Forum Drive (Wassup, Sit Gang)

I can't be beard chest, it feelin' like Arm & Hammer (Wassup, Huh?)

My shorty beat the drum, I call 'em David Banner (Wassup, Okay)

Granny made the style and mommy made the manners (Wassup, yeah, yeah)

Shawty pull up fresh, call her Dolce Gabanna (Wassup, Sosa baby)

Was a hander-hander, I'm an acre handler (Wassup, GBE baby)

I got twenty different ways to make a bender (Wassup, Fifth Gang)

I was nine tryna draw Dragon Ball (Wassup, Get It Gang)

Now I'm hoppin' out of that damn air bender (Wassup, Get It Gang)

I spent three bricks on wings, spoilers, and fenders (Wassup, Huh?)

Get up out my business, bitch, call me mister (Wassup, okay)

Get up out my business, bitch, call me mister (Wassup, yeah, yeah)

Run up, back and broke, pussy, we'll fix you (Wassup, Sosa baby, Ayy, Manzo, we got a hit, boy)

Baby ass busy tryna learn me (Wassup, GBE baby, Ooh, Bighead on the beat)

Told 'em I'm tryna learn to be a good listener (Wassup, Fifth Gang)

God, I'm tryna learn to be a good Christian (Wassup, Get It Gang)

Ask either of your friends she wasn't wit' it (Wassup, Sit Gang)

God just damn near took away my good vision (Wassup, Huh?)

But I can still spot a fuckin' fuck nigga (Wassup, Okay)

Baby girl got fired (Wassup)

1-800-Chief-So, who gettin' hired? (Wassup, Sosa baby)

Cost that belt icy 'cause you fire (Wassup, GBE baby)

These niggas my sons, so call me Iver (Wassup, yeah, yeah)

Wassup (Yeah, yeah)

Wassup (Huh?)

Wassup (Huh?)

Wassup (Ayy)

The Talk lyrics - Chief Keef

Ayy, ayy (Sosa baby)

Ayy, ayy

Phew

Don't call my phone unless you trying to buy a whole brick, nigga

Phew, phew, phew

I've been in this shit, boy, you know I ain't no roody-poo

I just get my dick sucked, it ain't right she fufu

I just throw my sets up (Ayy), 24-1-4 (1-4)

Tell that nigga steppin' to me, hit him with the .44 (.44)

Diamonds from the North Pole (Bang), I see you looking, bro (Bang, bang, bang)

You in the trap with the crack, don't know how to cook it though (Skrr, skrr, skrr)

You spend your bands and your sack on some hooker hoes (Phew)

You post your guns and your set and your cookie dough (Phew)

Watch out, nigga, gang pullin' up (Skrrt)

I heard you dropped a couple songs, they ain't good enough (Nah)

I see you're hangin' with them goofies, they ain't hood enough (Huh)

I see you're trickin' on that bitch, boy, I wouldn't have (Go, go)

Ayy, I got a switchblade on the stick, I'll cut you up (Go)

Pussy actin' like you rough, you ain't rough enough (Nah)

Shorty, I'm about my business, where the button up? (Bang)

Cops pulled up on the set, ain't no cuffin' us (Grah, bang, bang)

Pulled up in a truck (Skudaskur), what the fuck is up? (Skur)

Ten millies, man (Skudaskur), I urge you, nigga, fuck with us (Skur, skur, skur)

I got pull like guitar, brass orchestra (Doh, doh doh, ayy)

Like I owe the dope something, it got me coughin' up (Ugh, ugh)

Fuckin' with them hoes, you gon' get set up (Ayy)

We got fifty pipes (Ayy), we brought out the best ones (Ayy, gang)

It's pigs in your farm, pussy, Alabama (Huh, huh)

Baby Glock bit you like a fuckin' bed bug (Bang, bang)

I've been running shit, bitch, you see my leg numb (Bang, bang)

Your homie just died boy, keep your head up (Head up)

I remember when I pulled my first foreign car on Lamron (Lamron)

I remember selling dope on Dipset, Cam'ron (Cam'ron)

Don't do no deals around him, he might tell something (Shh)

Ayy, lil' bro, get low, I'm finna nail something (Bop)

Trunk his ass, kidnap him, full nelson (Skrrt, skrrt)

Lookin' for me, bitch? I'm grindin' on a rail, son (Skrrt, skrrt)

I got big .45 in my belt, son (Bang, bang, bang)

Thirty-four size jeans, big Amiris (Amiri)

Remember goin' downtown steal out Akira (Akira)

Now the Hellcat sittin' outside and it's gettin' rusty (Rusty)

Remember making BM buy me H&M (Ayy)

Hold the pussy upside down, now I'm shakin' him (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Cops got him in that room and they breakin' him (Pussy)

Ambulance took too long, it's too late for him (Go)

Baby say I'm the dog, get that awful lot (Huh, huh, huh)

And I'm sippin' cough syrup, yeah, awful lot (Huh)

I just pulled up, Ferrari, yeah, off the lot (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Pussy boy, I am rich, your talk is not (Pussy)

That's why I don't talk that much (Pussy)

Unless you know me (Pussy) and got something to talk about (Pussy)

If I don't know you, I ain't got nothing to say to you, really

But goddamn it, what's up? (Go)

On foenem, nigga (Go, ayy)

If you ever see me, you gon' run up on me and goddamn get a handshake or something (Ayy, ayy), you wanna hold something, goddamn, I got you (Go, go, go, go)

I ain't one of these lame-ass niggas, man (Gang)

GBE baby, Sosa baby, nigga, Sit Gang, nigga, Get it Gang, nigga (Duhduhduh)

Chain cost a brick, Arm & Hammer, pot and pan (Huh)

Trying not to go to jail, nigga, not again (No, no, no)

Guy a total copy and paste, get him out there, man (Ayy)

I call my FN, "Waka Flocka", Glock is Waka's mans (Bang, bang, bang)

Lookin' back at old shit, 'member we was off the Xans (Huh)

Had a baby-ass closet, now I'm walkin' in (In)

Ben Frank', Grant, Jackson been my longest friends (Buddy)

Seent you outside the club, is you gon' get in? (Pussy)

Heard your fuckin' last album, boy, you need to stop

You didn't even do it right, it didn't need to drop (No)

Man, I'm tired of buyin' jewelry, man, I need some stock (Bling, bling, bling)

Wake up, take naps and go to sleep with guap

I could never tell my granny I was fixin' too (Never)

I just rolled down on Bally like "What you finsta do?" (What you sayin'?)

Ho follow me on her real page and finsta too (Yeah)

I just got fresh as fuck for an Insta' shoot (Sosa baby)

Pulled out black and white truck, moo, moo, moo (Skrrt)

We ain't never had a big homie, fuck your rules (Fuck 'em)

Hold on, you swear I know you, nigga, fuck is you? (Who is you?)

My pops from the other side, nigga, fuck him too (Huh)

Yeah, I fuck with him a little, nigga, what's it to you? (Ayy)

We just bought some bumper cars, trying to bump it to you (Ayy)

I just got some green tips (Ayy) and I bought 'em for you (Dududuh)

Heard you slidin' to the show, bitch, we brought 'em for you (Dududuh)

Ayy (Dududuh)

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, phew, gang

Ayy, ayy

Phew, phew, phew, phew

Ayy, ayy

Shady lyrics - Chief Keef

Ayy, yurr, yeah

Ayy, ayy, phew, phew

These niggas be shady so hit 'em, nigga

They lookin' for ya, go get 'em, nigga

You look me up, up in Wikipedia

Wet 'em up like, like Drizzle, Drizzle

Let that bitch pop, watch the pistol-fizz

These niggas shadier than a bitch

Pussy can't pass street pop quiz

Shoot off his nose, it's not a quiz

Who in that tank? It's a black lil' nigga

Shoot shit up, come clap a nigga

I don't know, you can't handshake

But you might get a lil' dap, lil' nigga

And the Glock saran, he gon' wrap a nigga

She don't like a nigga, she gon' tell a nigga

She the type to walk up and tap a nigga

And that bitch crazy, she might slap a nigga

Come at her house, she might trap the nigga

These people might never, never find the nigga

You don't want time, no crime, nigga

Special like crime on cameras nigga

You know I got a Tommy like Pamela

You know I got a Tommy like Pamela

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Gang, go, go, Gang

Huh, go, huh, go, huh, go, huh huh

Fff, ayy, ayy, gang, bang, phew, bang bang

Yes Sir lyrics - Chief Keef

No sir, no sir, no sir

New Maybach but I ain't got a chauffeur

I'm in it for the bread, put you in a toaster

Ayy, yes sir

Ayy, ayy, got it lil older was a young flexer

You know it's a go 'cause bitch, my jacket checkered

Pop one pill but it's a double decker

Dududuh, ayy

Yes sir, I ain't talkin' schools but I'm waitin' on a transfer

Send a pussy boy to meet my ancestors

Pull up on the block, it's hot, flamin', Chesters

Ayy, yes sir

I just flew a bitch in from Manchester

They took me to jail, I should've smacked the arrestor

Hop out the car flexin' like Sylvester

Ayy, ayy

No sir, bitch just pulled up in I8 roaster

Track cost too much, told that bitch "No, sir"

Ain't no fuckin' cryin' on my fuckin' shoulder

Hundred dollar steak and I don't like the texture

You can die today, just scratch out yester'

Diamonds on my ring, money like a wrestler

Took away the good, it wasn't a good gesture

Is your whip bullet proof? I'll be the tester

Test that shit out like a damn semester

Walked up in the club, had to change the weather

Put that bitch out, she's probably seekin' shelter

They asked me what I want, I said "I want forever"

Bitch keep callin' the phone, I had to send her an error

I said "I'm gon' call you back" but I can't remember

I want two bitches, who number one contender?

Baby, tell me what I can do to make it better

Ice got me shivering and I'm wearin' a sweater

Walkin' on the P's and gettin' G's, Vector

Chief So', will put you on a shirt, yes sir

Ayy, no sir

Back seemin' farther but I'm gettin' closer

He'll kill his momma for a lil' exposure

And he left her body where the fuckin' crows were

Ayy, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes sir, yes sir

Yes sir

She be tryna smoke and everytime I be big worm

Heart cold as heart burn

She tryna see what terms we on, I start talkin' outta turn

She came to give me brain but I can't even learn

Did it while I'm drivin', I can't even turn

Lawyer so good, I bought him a law firm

Everytime he beat the case, well done

Whoo, yes sir

Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir

We'll put you on a stretcher

This bitch five thousand, no crying on my sweater

She want some green to buy a purse

That bitch sixty thousand, stupid bitch, you got nerve

Sent a couple shots, the last one was back burnt

Ain't learned by now, the dumbass would never learn

I was trappin' and folks decided to commit a murder

Tryna rob a trapper? Stupid bitch, don't get murdered

Seen my penmanship on a bitch, you need some cursive

All these niggas be jelly, I think it's perservatives

Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir

This shit is real confidential, sir

Oh, you puttin' out our business, we gon' come and get you, sir

Have your people tellin' the news that you had potential, sir?

You a goofy, you get used like a utensil, sir

Get your old ass shot with this new pistol, sir

Smokin' dope up in the telly, fuck the incidental, sir

And this Lambo' mines, no, it's not rental, sir

I'm on my way to get the money 'cause it's essential, sir

Talkin' 'bout you can stop me, well, why didn't you, sir?

Check my fuckin' facecard, check my credentials, sir

I might pull up in a Bentley Continental, sir

Best shit I ever wrote, this shit monumental, sir

But I didn't write that shit, they like why didn't you, sir?

How the fuck you havin' all that shit up in you, sir?

Got a AK the same height as Kendall, sir

I'm a dog so that bitch want me in a kennel, sir

Runnin' to you in the club, it's coincidental, sir

Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes yes, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir

I Don't Think They Love Me lyrics - Chief Keef

Ye put Chicago on, I put Chiraq on

Ye put Chicago on, I put Chiraq on

On foenem

Nah, for real

Thank you, thank you, thank you

We done buried so many of the guys

Got a AP but don't know when it's your time

She like "Sosa, do you like fish?", un-un

If she from Hong-Kong, she be eatin' wonton

Chopsticks, sizzle cake 'cause it's bum-bum-bum

Gun on you, but it's in trunk, what the fuck?

I pulled Jovel out the seat and pump him up

You in close range, that shotgun gon' dump you up

In the yard, these bitches juggin' on me

Party bitches, juggin' on me (Yeah)

Pop him and his homie

Fry they ass, like baloney

I can buy a chimp, still lonely

Ever since I got money

I don't think bitches love me

Ridin' 'round in my Hellcat

He hate me, I felt that

With the coochie, she be actin' stand jack (Gang)

Turn the T, I nailed that (Ayy)

You ain't grow up in the projects (Gang)

I made a bitch, that's some stretch (Gang)

We love you more and one less (Gang)

I don't want you, baby, I want neck

I ain't buyin' a bitch shit if she don't buy me shit

We ain't want a hand cocked for a freak bitch

I can't give a bitch shit if she ain't gave me shit

She don't know who her baby daddy, say I might be it

Say a nigga actin' crazy, that's how we get

You ain't get tutored in the streets, how you gon' teach shit?

I can't live with no bitch, she might bleach my shit (Bang, bang)

I just hit the back of the club on some VIP shit

Ayy

Ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy

Sos' baby (Bang, bang)

Sit' gang, situation gang, bitch (Bang, bang)

I wanna clear my mind (Ayy, ayy)

I got a Lamborghini and it's parked outside (Ayy, ayy)

I'm in a Lamborghini (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Couldn't make it right with shorty, at least I tried

Wanna be my shorty, I am not Plies (Ayy, ayy)

Tryna have me sprung, I ain't T-Pain (Ayy, ayy)

Got some bad hoes, brought them to meet gang (Ayy, ayy)

I mean, gang got bad hoes, and they brought 'em to me, me (Ayy, ayy)

Sent some flyers up, let you know, choppa got a mean grin (Ayy, ayy)

Fuck G on the west side of the fefe (Ayy, ayy)

You know I'm Gucci, yeah, I'm GG (Bang, bang)

Skinny lil' bitch with a head like RiRi (Bang, bang)

Hurry B4 the Gate Close lyrics - Chief Keef

Ayy, ayy, gang

They like "So' what shoes them is?", Ion know

Shoot his ass down, J. Cole, it's a FN, it's a Draco

Nah, it's a AR with 8-0

At the roundtable 'bout to make a toast

With the bread, we can make toast

"So' what ya eat?" bitch, I ate toast

We got toast, we got bank roll

She don't wanna fuck me, she can say "No"

Said I ain't ask her how her day go

If she a shitty bitch, I'ma A-hole

I was on the block like a Lego

Fuck nigga still doin' the same-o

Niggas hatin' feel like I'm Maino

And I'm in a SRT truck, Trackie, not Durango

Ice on my wrist no bangle, all these chains I'm Django

Think I sipped too much lean last night, woke up with a hangover

You don't speak my lingo, I got a gift and it's a halo

Send ya ass up to heaven, hurry up before the gate close

Whip creams, we skate them, pull up on you in the AM

Pull up on you in the PM, hope you ain't with your BM

Trulla, Trulla nigga, TM, shaking BD up with the FettiBoyz

Coolin' with some ready girls, I think we some ready boys

It's a lotta "Chief Keef BDs", I'm cool but I ain't off CBD

Had to get away from CPD, I don't wanna see no more EBT

We was sliding on EBT, with the Drac', no PND

Too turnt, nigga TNT

Put a million dollars in a PNC

Can't wait to pick up another three this week

Backyard, man, I see a creek

Thirty cameras so I can see a creep

They everywhere, I can see you sneak

Poppin' E's cause I'm illy, what you gon' get is the real me

Sky left if I fell asleep, say she love my melody

Bitch, I'm great like Kellogg

We got magazines, catalogs

I got so much ice on, I get three million collateral

Make us send shells, to fly past ya that's the point across

The bitch ate my weaner, weaner just like a corndog

She asked me do I watch porn? "No"

Told the bitch "I am a porno", 2 v 1 like a COD match

Say her friend finna come join though

A pig the only thing that oink though

I got old cake but it's moist though

I got niggas still up in the joint though

Who I sip lean and smoke a joint for

I got niggas up in the grave through

Who I make cake and spend cake for

If ya lowkey, nigga, lay low

If you're high key, everybody know

You in the same places everybody go

Shoot the block up where everybody go

That ain't yo' hoe, that's everybody hoe

How that pussy is? Everybody know

Hadouken lyrics - Chief Keef

Ayy, Ayy

Nah for real, y'all know I've been doing that shit

I've been a legend man, I've been having them bars man

Y'all just gotta listen man

I ain't talkin' fast you just listenin' slow stupid, ayy

Sosa where the Hawk go, did you trade it in? (No!)

Hell no, I spent another 40k to bend (What he say?)

I don't play but when I play, bitch I play to win (Ha?)

All this money comin' in, it'll make you grin

And in stash it's a FN gotta make it in (Bang)

Pussy said he want smoke better take it in (Bang)

You in them Chiraq streets, better take it easy

I can never wear your chain boy it's too cheesy

Told my bitch I ain't with no bitch and said she don't believe me

But she believe me if I paid a band for a Beanie

I had 5-10 bands in my True Jeanies (True, True)

Where that shit come from? Man I had a genie

I had all that, trynna make a shout out at my granny

And my wrist cost a baby I'ma need a nanny

You the type of nigga link up with a tranny

Bought a new set of 'nanas for the chimpanzees

Baby sosa bad ass was off six xannies

I don't want to fuck that bitch, she wearin' big panties

I can go and buy yo same watch for my granny

I do what I gotta do for my fuckin' family

Heat sensor on AR, call me Call Of Duty

He a streetfighter hit his ass with the Hadouken

Backdoored by a bitch, that shit too flukey

Gravitated off the ground, that's some super Tookie

Said you ain't got my money, you shittin' me Smokey?

Chief Sosa in your house that bitch gon' be smokin'

I got high off that bitch head, she tryna overdose me

Got a cuban on my throat so she gon' overthroat me

I just bought a taurus in case I got a horoscope

All this water on my body she gon' need a floatie (Bang)

Gotta close the backdoor 'cause they gon' leave it open

Nigga I can kill this shit by just breathin' on it

Huh, huh, huh, huh

Huh, huh, huh, huh

Huh, huh, huh, huh

You's a fucking cheerleader, nigga bring it on

I put stars in the ceiling of my Lambo

Folks 'nem'll leave you duckin' like a limbo (Ay, Ay)

Like Machine Gun, I feel like Rambo

And it take close to 50. cal ammo

Man my shorty get surgical like training day

Dirty ass BM throw my chain away

I don't care hoe, I woke up feelin' great today (Fuck it)

Wide body demon hawk, gonna make a play (True)

Seen my cousin and I gave that lil nigga my chain

Told them when they city hot nigga make it rain (Rain)

Sosa brushin' out his beard call them Abraham

When the city got cold, Chief Sosa made it flame (Haa)

Sosa ridin' with that stuff, I ain't talkin' Tameka sister (Word)

Shawty freak ass, trynna suck me while these people lookin'

I can have my eyes closed and still can see you lookin'

We was in the streets figthin', ridin' with Hadoukens

Hadouken (ugh, ugh, ugh)

Hadouken (ugh, ugh)

Hadouken (ugh)

Pulled up, spaceship, bitch get a glimpse

I smell fishy shit, you fuck with skrimps

I up the chopstick, you did a flip

Tryna shoot the Mossberg, I caught a cramp

Ain't no other way to go but up, up the ramp

Steady sendin' death threats, well, now you stamped

Lift my wrist up, they like "yep, it's a 'lamp"

My cuban link cost 10 thousand grams

Baby Sosa prolly sold you 10 thousand grams

On the asphalt, left yo shit on the ground

Go go go, if you a threat, you get put down

Ay I gotta glo and get that money man, who down?

Police ridin' up this street, we park with heat, scoot down

Pulled up in that Urus, kitted up, she like 'oh damn'

LA Lakers front row seats, Lebron wha'down

The boys in this bitch with me too it's goin' g'down

Hadouken

Hadouken

Hadouken

On What lyrics - Chief Keef

Let's get it

On what? On what? On what?

On what? On what? On what?

(Rollin' down the 448)

On what? On what? On what?

On what? On what? On what?

On what? On what? On what?

On what I ain't go buy a lot? On what I ain't put you on?

On what I ain't get folks a Glock? On what I ain't shoot on my own?

On what I ain't shoot for Cap'? Lil' nigga, this is not rap

Don't run up on me with that bap, I got that bitch in my lap

On what they won't shoot for me? Well what you gon' do to me?

What they gon' shoot for me? Shoot down like two or three

On what I won't do for them? On what they won't do for me?

On what? On what? On what?

Let's get it

On what? On what? On what? (On what?)

On what? On what? On what? (Bitch, on what?)

(Rollin' down the 448)

On what? On what? On what? (On what he never sees ease)

On what? On what? On what? (On what he in the middle of the mall?)

On what? On what? On what?

On what we won't be pourin' up that muddy?

On what she won't curl my toes for a tummy? (Uh)

On what they won't backdate for that money?

Bitch, my cup dirty, can you do my laundry?

On what I won't buy a bitch off my aunty?

On what I won't give a hundred to my mommy?

On what? On what? On what?

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

On what? On what? On what?

On what? On what? On what?

On what? On what? On what? (On what? On what? On what?)

On what? On what? On what?

On what? On what? On what?

On what? On what? On what?

On what? (On what? On what? On what?)

Let's get it

On what? On what? On what? (On what?)

On what? On what? On what? (Bitch, on what?)

(Rollin' down the 448)

On what? On what? On what? (On what he never sees ease)

On what? On what? On what? (On what he in the middle of the mall?)

On what? On what? On what?

On what I ain't go buy a lot? On what I ain't put you on?

On what I ain't get folks a Glock? On what I ain't shoot on my own?

On what I ain't shoot for Cap'? Lil' nigga, this is not rap

Don't run up on me with that bap, I got that bitch in my lap

On what they won't shoot for me? Well what you gon' do to me?

What they gon' shoot for me? Shoot down like two or three

On what I won't do for them? On what they won't do for me?

On what? On what? On what? (Huh)

Let's get it (Huh)

On what? On what? On what? (On what?)

On what? On what? On what? (Bitch, on what?)

(Rollin' down the 448)

On what? On what? On what? (On what he never sees ease)

On what? On what? On what? (On what he in the middle of the mall?)

On what? On what? On what?

On what we won't be pourin' up that muddy?

On what she won't curl my toes for a tummy? (Uh)

On what they won't backdate for that money?

Bitch, my cup dirty, can you do my laundry?

On what I won't buy a bitch off my aunty?

On what I won't give a hundred to my mommy?

On what? On what? On what?

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (On what? On what? On what?)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Bang, bang, ayy, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Ayy (On what? On what? On what?)

Picking Big Sean Up lyrics - Chief Keef

Sah, this shit go hard

Ayy Sah, I fuck with you shorty (Ayy, ayy)

I swear to god shorty, on foenem grave, nigga

Sharp like a dagger (Ayy), I got swagger (Swag)

Oh what do you know (Who?), it's a rich ass nigga (Ayy, ayy)

Coupe fly past ya (Skrrt), white like Casper (Like Casper)

Hidin' from the crazy hoe, why? She might harass us (Skrrt, skrrt)

On my dick flashin' (Ayy), gassed up in the master (Ftftft, beep)

Heard she talkin' down on me, so I went and asked her (Beep, beep)

Left wrist plasma (Plasma)

My chains give me asthma (Bling)

Yeah, I love my hoes but I don't love them that much to harass them (No)

Man, these bitches irri' (Huh?)

She want a Panamera (Huh?)

Pull the 'cat and Trackhawk out (Huh? Huh?), it's Tia & Tamera (Skrrt)

Ayy, felonies

Ayy, I got felonies

Ayy, I smoke hella weed (Phew)

Ayy, plug send the work, don't mail it to me (Phew)

Ayy, bring the bands out (Huh?)

Ayy, I can make a whole ladder (Huh?)

Ayy, lil nigga what's the matter? (Huh?)

Ayy, heard you be pissed, get a new bladder, ayy (Bang, bang, bang, bang)

Ayy, ayy, back flip off the ladder (Huh?)

Nigga was angry (Huh?), pulled out the whips then he got madder, ayy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Got the Urus doin' 220, can't go no faster (Skrrt)

All these chains up on my neck but I own my masters

Ayy, ayy, ayy, bling, bling, bling

Un, un, ayy ayy ayy, un, un, bling, bling, bling

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Un, un, bling bling bling

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Un, un, bling, bling, bling

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Un, un

I'm a big timer

Now, bitch, times up

Got a chopstick same size as Kevin Hart but it'll pick Big Sean up

Pockets on Big Momma (Ayy)

Tell me what they on, and I'm on

Pull up in a Lamb, bitch, no propaganda, we gon' be wavin' llamas

I still fry bologna

This lil bitch so weird that she gotta meet me around the corner

I just pulled up in that sports truck with my brothers Jonas

Rest in peace Blood, Tray Savage, Cap, Fredo, them my fuckin' homies

She be fuckin' homies, when I was broke I was never lonely

The police think they run up on me, bitch, I ain't got nothin' on me (Ayy)

Thought they was gonna get my forty

Cops tried to kill me as a juvi'

Now, I got a car like Birdman

Movin' to the A, I'ma ride a Dually

Nigga you oochie-couchie

Smokin' on Tookie-Tookie

And we got cinematic clips, nigga, you come join this Groovy movie

The bitch got booty-booty, I'm like Suki-Suki

I'm a young street nigga, bitch came in the crib and said "Ooh, he bougie"

Gang, gang, gang (Ayy)

Gang, gang, gang (Huh? Phew)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh, phew)

Gang, gang, gang (Phew, phew)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh, phew)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang (Phew)

Extra Glo (2020)

• In The Closet
• Trojan
• Arts & Crafts
• Awesome
• Late 4 Dinner 

In The Closet lyrics - Chief Keef

Sonny Digital

I'm at the top, sky scrape

Balmains and i8s

I'm at the top, bitch, sky scrape

Bitch, I got weed, I got drank

I got money, I got thangs

I got chains, I got cars

I got niggas, I got thots

I got a mansion, fat-ass closet

My stick gay, he's in the closet

I got the sig tucked

Put your wig up

Nigga put your cookies up before we make you give it up

The bitch want to be with me

I was so off ran up, on money not on drugs

You dumb fuck, call me big bucks

Big money

I can't help but fuck if my wrist horny

Then I tell that hoe she gotta go 'cause she's getting boring

She think I'm off the Xans and the Percs 'cause I'm tripping

You get it if she skinny

I get top than I'm dipping

You say that you got shooters

Send some shots, nigga

Call 'em up

Treat these pussy niggas like some paper and I ball 'em up

Throw 'em towards the garbage

If I miss, no Chinese food, B

Aye bro, I'm anti

Why is your bitch talking to me?

Balmains and i8s

I'm at the top bitch, sky scrape

Bitch, I got weed, I got drank

I got money, I got thangs

I got chains, I got cars

I got niggas, I got thots

I got a mansion, fat-ass closet

My stick gay, he's in the closet

My stick gay, I go and get him out the closet

He come out that bitch with pride and he picking out the target

I'm sold out in Best Buy

Bitch, get it out of Target

I told him 4-5 ning ding

I'm finna fart it

If don't nobody tell ya, gots to tell you

You's a shawty

In broad day we air ya

Ricky Smiley in the morning

Put a cob in the nigga 'cause these niggas be so corny

Can't wake a nigga up the type to sleep until the morning

Balmains and i8s

I'm at the top bitch, sky scrape

Bitch, I got weed, I got drank

I got money, I got thangs

I got chains, I got cars

I got niggas, I got thots

I got a mansion, fat-ass closet

My stick gay, he's in the closet

Trojan lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

Bands all fill my pockets, bitch I'm stuck in my glory

Copped a Porsche Cayenne and then I stuck it on forges

Sipping all this drink like we just got it imported

Smoking on your rent and bitch I'm sipping your mortgage

What it is

Don't play with me, play with your kids (aye)

Accelerate, my shit wiggle like a little fish

Let em hate, stop acting like a little bitch (aye)

The shit we tote play longer tape on Datpiff

Sosa, niggas hoes, give em ass shots

In the field posted on the bad block (aye)

In the spot, we got mad Glocks (aye)

Niggas softer than a mascot (aye)

Hit the lean than I snoozed off (aye)

Red beam your nose, call you Rudolph (aye)

Don't make us push your cushion, you're too soft (aye)

Your bitch got up on my stage and got boo'd off

You know you ain't trapping hard as me lil nigga (aye)

You know I am who you wanna be lil nigga (aye)

I'm rolling hard up with my teeth lil nigga

Dirty-thirty clean shit up like beach lil nigga

Niggas out here faking (aye)

And I just want the cake bitch and

My daughter want a bracelet (aye) so I just got to face it (aye)

Roll up a blunt and then I don't eat

That is for the moment

For the money, I'll postpone it

We warriors, no trojan

My ice like police, it'll freeze a nigga

Got me cole like Keisha, nigga

Now I'm colder than a pizza nigga

Fresher than a kid on Easter nigga

My bitch be mad I can't reach her nigga

With a bitch more yellow than Lisa nigga

In the trap lil boy I'm your teacher

Then smoke a pound for no reason

Starring like she ain't never seen a star

700 horse, you ever seen this car

Fuck A's and B's, we wanted A's and R's

Never let a ride hoe paper dawg

Grand hustle, we on our paper trail

In lower Kane Leaving tire trails

Please don't make us start burning shit cause we love how that fire smells

Glory boys they up to something

You already know we bumming

Checks keep coming, steady thumbing

My niggas ain't for nothing

Tripping over designer, I'm so clumsy

Going off the wall like Humpty Dumpty

They tryna give me life they gotta chase me

If you want me to show up you gotta pay me

Remember when I couldn't even afford a Tracy

Now every fucking blunt be a Tray, see

Put the Glock in the middle your eyes and your McGrady

And after you go through them you gotta face me

Niggas out here faking

And I just want the cake bitch and

My daughter want a bracelet (aye) so I just got to face it (aye)

Roll up a blunt and then I don't eat

That is for the moment

For the money I'll postpone it

We warriors, no trojan (aye)

Arts & Crafts lyrics - Chief Keef

(Turbo)

That nigga be flexin', L's

Lil' nigga want money on the cab, uh

Bitch, just put it on a tab

Tripping off the bankroll like I'm Fab, uh

High as hell, I think I did a dab, uh

Ain't no Uber in your city, bitch, we'll call a cab

Foenem catch a body and laugh, uh

Don't make 'em draw on you like arts and crafts

Stomp a nigga out, uh

Deep, I be in the loud, uh

My money bolder 'til it style

These hoes be wild foul

We got the cannon, Wild 'N out, uh

I made my grandma my proud

I got my grandma style

I spent your pendant on her couch

Pull me over for what?

I'm just busy flexing in this fur, nigga, what?

I'm not committin' no crime

Officer, I was not, a nigga lyin'

Them your signs?

Ayy, nigga, throw your fucking signs up in the sky

Bird 'cause I'm fly

Back, back to back, back to back, it's a line

Awesome lyrics - Chief Keef

Yeah, awesome

Awesome, drowsy

Pulled up in the coupe

Saw the cops, then I lost them, aye (Then I lost the cops)

You know I had to triple cross them (Aye, triple cross the cops)

Bitch I'm bossy, look at me I'm flossin' (Boss a lot)

Step up in my office

Sign up for yo' conference ([?])

Ring steady talking

We gon' pull up sparkin' (Pow, pow pow)

You parched? Aye

Hit the gas, it sound like the car farted

I might be in Miami in a 'rari (Aye)

I changed up my email, bitch, don't call me (Bitch)

She like "Chief So', I love you just don't dump me" (What?)

Bitch the only thing I love is going to Barney's

Having all of these pipes like I'm a plumber (Duh duh duh)

I already know little folks came out to swung it (Pow pow, pow pow)

Take my shoes off I told her rub my bunions (Bitch)

She hypnotized with my neck, down to my arms (Bling, bling)

Watch where you go, you better make the right turns (Yeah, aye)

She wanna three-way, bitch long as y'all take turns (Ya dig?)

Zoomin' in a fast car like a racer (Aye)

Finna go and get in Diana like a pacer (Bitch, yeah)

It's six some got the motor running (Motor running)

The Moncler on, like it's cold or sum' (Like it's cold or sum)

Sipping turtle juice like I'm slow or sum' (Slow or sum')

Bitch jump in my crib, told them mop the floor or sum' (Bitch)

I got choppa shell, in a hand gun (Duh duh duh)

Hit up three niggas, call that and-1 (And-1)

Smoking that Citgo, smoking that marathon (Marathon)

And this shit's too strong, feel like a barbarian (Barbarian)

In matrix, Shawn Marion

I was runnin' bands while hoes was wearing Dereon (Bitch, bitch)

Niggas wanna dare me, huh

I be needing someone to up my .30 on (Nigga to up my .30 on)

Bad bitch, you used to be dirty, huh? (Bitch, you used to be dirty huh?)

Back on the block there, ain't no bitch can curve me (Huh?)

(Pew, pew, pew, pew)

You guessed it, dope, blunts for breakfast, yeah

Ready for your block, I'm Tetris, yeah

I got a Designer fetish, yeah

I'm runnin' up the lettuce

On my burger I don't want no lettuce, yeah

Oh, you mad, you that pissed? (Yeah)

That's how I be when hoes be catfish, yeah

Baby this a Gucci polo

These bitches like my mojo

Bitch I'm bad like Mojojojo, yeah

Shawty say she snort coke

Okay little baby, go go, yeah

You do too much girl, oh no, yeah

You think you smokin', but you smoke dro

I get cheese like okie-doke

Aye, yuh

Late 4 Dinner lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

You can call me what you want just don't call me late for dinner (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm a straight go-getter

My bitch I'm finna break up with her

I'm tired of playin with her (ahain)

I ain't laying with her no more (bih, bih, bih)

I gotta get it gotta go (gotta go)

Fuck me hoe like go (go)

They treat me like a goat (like a goat)

Baaaaaa! How I talk!

Skrtttt! I don't walk! (skrt skrt)

Hoes mad like a lot (more than you think)

Moe, back up off me

You mad, that's your loss

Errrrr! Big old dog!

You mad, mad or nah?

I know my way, I ain't lost

Let me tell you how I feel (do you hear me now)

See a cockroach gotta kill it

My heart won't do no healing

Came a long way from stealing

Told my bitch go she was like "really?"

Got em' both same day, I'm silly

You still text hoes no ring-tones

Now I'm in a mansion playing lean pong

Shorty ring the bell like ding dong (ding)

Got in the bed she like why you got your jeans on? (huh)

Fuck that where my drink go? (whare did my drink go?)

I be, smoking gelato

Cash, I need a lot more

Chop you huarache

My diamonds know karate (huh)

You know none about me (bitch)

Who got me like I got me? (damn damn)

Been thuggin' since the car seat (bitch, yeah)

Got your jewelry from the swap meet (bang bang)

I know shawty want me (yah)

She can't take D, she gotta leave

I love this shit with a lot of speed (Yooo)

Cause I'm on the road doing high speed

You can call me what you want just don't call me late for dinner (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm a straight go-getter

My bitch I'm finna break up with her

I'm tired of playin with her (ahain)

I ain't laying with her no more (bih, bih, bih)

I gotta get it gotta go (gotta go)

Fuck me hoe like go (go)

They treat me like a goat (like a goat)

I love the way she top me

Wetting up the car seat

Hiding from popperazzi

Smoking dope at the palm trees

In traffic throwing big B'z

Skrt skrt excuse me please

Running fast like 'Need For Speed'

Smoking dope I'm chiefin keef

Just cashed out on a new foreign

Told the dealer pass me the keys

Run up them blue bommas

That drama baby that I don't need

I'm in the trap I'm counting commas

This cash looking lovely

I'm in the club im throwing hunnids

Better not say none to me

We sipping straight we don't do Moet

Less ass I wan't more neck

More loads I want more checks

Straight drop we counting all that

You can call me what you want just don't call me late for dinner

I'm a straight go-getter

My bitch I'm finna break up with her

I'm tired of playin with her

I ain't laying with her no more

I gotta get it gotta go

Fuck me hoe like go, go

They treat me like a goat (like a goat)

Do not call me late for dinner (don't)

Granny always said that to us (granny)

My diamonds not the same as yours (uh uh)

My shit moving like rain it pours (yeah, damn damn)

I can't put my faith in whores (ahain)

They break your windows, shank your doors (yuh, bitch)

Baby I'm a glo-tra lord (extra)

That shit like Black-Friday open doors

Ain't no couplin' (no)

Ain't no cuffin (no, no, no)

I don't trust it

Grab the scissors and cut the shit (bitch)

Your new car, I got that on my fucking wrist (bling)

Say foe was off that shit

They say foe stay off that shit

Took four xans and shit

We always on some shit

Took photos with the clique

Somehow bros not in the pic

Imma squeeze that bitch, click

Splurging just like a trick

Saw my uncle dead (dead)

Saw my cousin dead (dead)

Saw my brother dead (dead)

Saw my grandpa dead (dead)

Sometimes I be scared

I be sipping that shit (lean)

And everything Imma say

These hoes won't get in my head

Too close to edge

Uno, Dos, Tres

I don't need no rest

I think I'm the best

If her breath stank Imma hand her some Crest (bitch)

Got in the shit now hand us a check

On the block had to demand my respect (paw)

On tour had me flying out with the flats (skrt)

Foe nem in China with the straps (skrt)

Blood nem in D.C with the mac (mac)

Where the fuck are these lil niggas at?

He gone now and I can't get him back

I don't smoke nothin if I can't get no thrax (tooka)

Who would I be if I couldn't get no ass

Took North suburbs , pulled off and put it on the gat

Told gang nem I put em on the map (bang)

Took the logo and I put it on the mat (bang, bang)

Sammy Sosa watch him put em on a bat (yeah)

Chief Sosa, tell em put it on a check (sos' baby)

Bitch get you glasses on, then I put it on the set (gbe baby)

Take them shells put em on your vest (bang)

Soon as saw me get out, put the chain on his neck

You gotta do that, yeah

You can call me what you want just don't call me late for dinner (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm a straight go-getter

My bitch I'm finna break up with her

I'm tired of playin with her (ahain)

I ain't laying with her no more (bih, bih, bih)

I gotta get it gotta go (gotta go)

Fuck me hoe like go (go)

They treat me like a goat (like a goat)

The Glofiles (Pt. 4) (2020)

• G Unit
• Ignorant
• MCM
• Crazy
• 4ever
• OFF WIT HIS HEAD
• Don't Wanna Be U
• In It
• Tomorrow
• CUSSIN
• Raw
• NASCAR

G Unit lyrics - Chief Keef

I keep the chrome in the truck, we rollin' it up

I be rollin' stuffed blunts, we call 'em stuffed crust

On dummy a lot

Think you finna ten-point spot? Well, boy, you got me fucked up

I got Yayo and I got shooters named Lloyd

Got the whole G-Unit and I got Young Buck

Got a fifty shot Glock and an automatic pump

And it got bucks, and it's gassed up

Ride through your block like G-Unit, bitch

Yeah, and we masked up

Ride off like fuck a motherfuckin' case

Wanna know why? Bitch, can't stop

I do the G-Unit stomp

Watch me lean with the pump

Beam on the chopper

Ain't no game, ain't no problems, G-Unit, ayy

Nigga, get rich or die trying, ayy

Nigga, get rich without dying, ayy

Lil' nigga, get shot nine times

Jack you, somethin' like Curtis Jackson, ayy

Ridin' in all-blue 'Rari, 50 right behind me

We the Glo Gang, Guerilla Unit, ayy

G-Unit since I was motherfuckin' four, ayy

Heard a nigga snitchin', got the motherfuckin' gang unit at my door

I keep the chrome in the truck, we rollin' it up

I be rollin' stuffed blunts, we call 'em stuffed crust

On dummy a lot

Think you finna ten-point spot? Well, boy, you got me fucked up

I got Yayo and I got shooters named Lloyd

Got the whole G-Unit and I got Young Buck

Got a fifty shot Glock and an automatic pump

And it got bucks, and it's gassed up

Ride through your block like G-Unit, bitch

Yeah, and we masked up

Ride off like fuck a motherfuckin' case

Wanna know why? Bitch, can't stop

I do the G-Unit stomp

Watch me lean with the pump

Beam on the chopper

Ain't no game, ain't no problems, G-Unit, ayy

You can find me in the club

With a snub, fuck a bottle of the bub

Mama, I got what you need, straight dick, baby, not no love, ayy

I gave that bitch a mug, the bitch tried to give me a hug, ayy

I got G-Unit and I got Mobb Deep, money my apology

Boy, that money ain't yours, that money Monopoly's, ayy

Had a thot named Olivia, but you know I had to drop the bitch

Teflons on, pistols, don't be in front of it

Chrome in the truck, we rollin' it up

I be rollin' stuffed blunts, we call 'em stuffed crust

On dummy a lot

Think you finna ten-point spot? Well, boy, you got me fucked up

I got Yayo and I got shooters named Lloyd

Got the whole G-Unit and I got Young Buck

Got a fifty shot Glock and an automatic pump

And it got bucks, and it's gassed up

Ride through your block like G-Unit, bitch

Yeah, and we masked up

Ride off like fuck a motherfuckin' case

Wanna know why? Bitch, can't stop

I do the G-Unit stomp

Watch me lean with the pump

Beam on the chopper

Ain't no game, ain't no problems, G-Unit, ayy

Ignorant lyrics - Chief Keef

Twenty-five

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt

Bang, duh-duh-duh

Bitch, I'm ignorant, ayy

I just be saying shit

Flexin' on these niggas and these bitches

Smokin' on some cannabis

Is you gon' give me head, lil' bitch?

I know I'm very ignorant

Baby, I am full of ignorance

Pockets full of Ben Franklins

Sometimes he get ignorant

Some stores act like they don't take him

I'm smoking on this ignorant

People next door act like they can't take him

My gun is very ignorant

See an opp and started yelling at him

Bitch, my car is ignorant (Bitch, I'm Almighty So)

Bitch, my gun is ignorant (I'm ignorant, already know)

Bitch, my guap is ignorant (Spendin' it all on clothes)

Bitch, my house is ignorant (My neighbors say it's too long)

None of my hoes is ignorant (But them bitches just wanna Glo)

Shootin' shit for being lenient (Ignorant ass little boy)

Pull up ignorant as fuck, nigga

And we got them hammers up, nigga

And we quick to let them hammers bust, nigga

Bang, bang, that's the end of ya, nigga, ayy

Chopping shit like, "What, nigga?" Ayy

You don't want no war, nigga

Ayy, we comin' out the fucking cuts, nigga

Givin' out free line-ups, nigga, bang, bang

Bitch, I still gangbang

Still tote my thingy-thang-thang, bang, bang

Smokin' mary jane

Boy, this earth got me flyin' like a plane

I don't think I'm in Neverland

"Sosa, where you at?" In another lane

Ayy, stay up in your lane

'Fore you get three into the brain

Bitch, I'm pimpin', cane

'Member when I was flipping 'caine

Sellin' 'caine to them fiends

Now I'm living my dreams, ayy

That bitch called me a bitch

But her baby daddy on his fetus shit

I don't even feed her shit, ayy

I just feed her dick

Bitch, I'm ignorant, ayy

I just be saying shit

Flexin' on these niggas and these bitches

Smokin' on some cannabis

Is you gon' give me head, lil' bitch?

I know I'm very ignorant

Baby, I am full of ignorance

Pockets full of Ben Franklins

Sometimes he get ignorant

Some stores act like they don't take him

I'm smoking on this ignorant

People next door act like they can't take him

My gun is very ignorant

See an opp and started yelling at him

Bitch, my car is ignorant (Bitch, I'm Almighty So)

Bitch, my gun is ignorant (I'm ignorant, already know)

Bitch, my guap is ignorant (Spendin' it all on clothes)

Bitch, my house is ignorant (My neighbors say it's too long)

None of my hoes is ignorant (But them bitches just wanna Glo)

Shootin' shit for being lenient (Ignorant ass little boy)

Money aggravating, ayy

My wrist annoying

My gun contemplatin', ayy

On which nigga to blow at

Bitch, Almighty ignorant

Slow hoes, I'm ignorin'

Bitch, I'm very important

Shinin' bright like the morning

Fuck nigga, we ain't for it, nothin'

In Glo Gang, it's six of us and plenty of guns

You would know, now you in line with shooters with us

We come through on our ignorant shit, shootin' shit up

'Member sellin' cocaine, you got indicted if you was with us

Now these labels like, "Almighty, will you be with us?"

Bitch, my opp from Interscope, not that Tooka stuff

Nigga said he gon' kill me, that shit TuTu as fuck

That bitch think she foreign, but she borin'

Bitch, I bought some foreigns off of tourin'

My car ignorant, pull off, it be roarin'

You ball like Jordan Heads, bitch, I ball like I'm Jordan

I've been ignorant way before this rap

Say they wan' turn up, we'll be waitin' where they at

Since Sosa made it, niggas waiting for this rap

That bitch ass label gotta pay me for this rap

Bitch, I'm ignorant, ayy

I just be saying shit

Flexin' on these niggas and these bitches

Smokin' on some cannabis

Is you gon' give me head, lil' bitch?

I know I'm very ignorant

Baby, I am full of ignorance

Pockets full of Ben Franklins

Sometimes he get ignorant

Some stores act like they don't take him

I'm smoking on this ignorant

People next door act like they can't take him

My gun is very ignorant

See an opp and started yelling at him

Bitch, my car is ignorant (Bitch, I'm Almighty So)

Bitch, my gun is ignorant (I'm ignorant, already know)

Bitch, my guap is ignorant (Spendin' it all on clothes)

Bitch, my house is ignorant (My neighbors say it's too long)

None of my hoes is ignorant (But them bitches just wanna Glo)

Shootin' shit for being lenient (Ignorant ass little boy)

MCM lyrics - Chief Keef

She say that I'm her MCM (Girl, you lyin')

But I don't wear no MCM (No, I don't)

All I wear is Hermes when I do, yeah (I spent fifteen hundred)

Ridin' around, flexin' on you (Like skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)

She posted me all as her MCM (As her MCM)

But I don't wear no MCM (I don't wear no fuckin' MCM)

I spend twenty hundreds when I do (Twenty hundreds when I do)

Bitch, I'm cold, bitch, I'm sick, got the flu (Bitch, I'm sick, I got the flu, MCM)

She say I'm her MCM, I be stuntin'

She say I'm her MCM, I be swaggin' (Swaggin', swaggin')

Hop up in my car and then I drive it (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)

I mean I don't drive it, I ride it fast (Skrrt)

Put my feet to the gas (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)

Ayy, smokin' on this gas (Dope)

Put your shit in the trash (Throw that shit out, nigga)

Shawty know that I'm the man (She know that I'm the man)

Seen my ice, she like, "Damn" (Seen my ice, she like, "Damn")

Baby, I don't need no fan (Baby, I don't need no fan)

She seen my car, she like, "Damn" (Seen my car, she was like, "Damn")

She say that I'm her MCM (Girl, you lyin')

But I don't wear no MCM (No, I don't)

All I wear is Hermes when I do, yeah (I spent fifteen hundred)

Ridin' around, flexin' on you (Like skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)

She posted me all as her MCM (As her MCM)

But I don't wear no MCM (I don't wear no fuckin' MCM)

I spend twenty hundreds when I do (Twenty hundreds when I do)

Bitch, I'm cold, bitch, I'm sick, got the flu (Bitch, I'm sick, I got the flu, MCM)

MCM (MCM), MCM (MCM)

Baby, why am I your MCM? (Why am I your MCM?)

Tell me now, ayy (Tell me now), tell me now, ayy (Tell me now)

I don't ball, bitch, I Gretzky now, ayy (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)

I don't fall, bitch, don't let me down (Don't let me down)

I'm on point, bitch, on every sound (On point with every sound)

I'ma fly up, you take the levee down (Take the levee down)

Always in somethin' foreign, I'm heavy now (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)

Spent fifty thousand in True Religion (True, True)

You spent ten thousand, think you just shitted (Hell nah)

Hit Louis Vuitton for my Lou' religion (Lou', Lou')

Then hit Gucci for my Gu' religion

She say that I'm her MCM (Girl, you lyin')

But I don't wear no MCM (No, I don't)

All I wear is Hermes when I do, yeah (I spent fifteen hundred)

Ridin' around, flexin' on you (Like skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)

She posted me all as her MCM (As her MCM)

But I don't wear no MCM (I don't wear no fuckin' MCM)

I spend twenty hundreds when I do (Twenty hundreds when I do)

Bitch, I'm cold, bitch, I'm sick, got the flu (Bitch, I'm sick, I got the flu, MCM)

Crazy lyrics - Chief Keef

Crazy

Shit crazy

Crazy

Bitch, you ain't the one to have my baby, you crazy (Okay, believe)

Ain't the one to have my baby, you crazy (Lil' bitch, crazy)

Baby, bitch, you ain't the one to have my baby, you crazy (She crazy)

Crazy, crazy (808 Mafia)

I need to smoke some earth, I'm goin' crazy, crazy

Pour a four of Act', I'm actin' lazy, lazy

Had to find my bitch, she actin' crazy, crazy

Bitch, you ain't the one to have my baby, you crazy

I'm a Glo boy, gotta make these niggas hate me, hate me

Flexin' on these niggas on the daily, baby

And I got a K to make these bitches crazy

Got a million ways to make these niggas hate me, shit crazy

(808 Mafia)

4ever lyrics - Chief Keef

Forever

Forever (ProtegeBeatz)

Forever

I'ma be that nigga forever (Forever)

Forever (Forever)

Forever (Forever)

Forever (Forever)

I'ma be that nigga forever, I'ma be that nigga forever

I'm gon' be that nigga forever, I'ma be that nigga forever

I'm gon' be that nigga forever

Niggas be like, "When I see Sosa, I'ma treat that nigga, on everything"

But niggas don't be on a damn thing

Niggas ain't even icy as my damn chain

Smoke so many trees, wonder what my breath like

But I be shinin' bright like a damn light

Bitches be like, "He ain't shit, girl," baby girl, you damn right

'Cause these thotties going any damn way

Unlike me, you can't do it any better

I'ma do this shit in any weather

And I bet I'll have your bitch followin' my campaign

Try me, guns be like an M, man

'Cause it got two twelves when I'm done blowing, bang

Let me catch a nigga from the low end, bang

Let me catch a nigga from Insane

He gon' be on it for the summer, right along with Ben Frank

I'ma be that nigga forever (Forever)

Forever (Forever)

Forever (Forever)

Forever (Forever)

I'ma be that nigga forever, I'ma be that nigga forever

I'm gon' be that nigga forever, I'ma be that nigga forever

I'm gon' be that nigga forever

OFF WIT HIS HEAD lyrics - Chief Keef

(Off The Wall Gang)

(Damn, that's Surreal right there?)

Ayy, ayy

Niggas at your freakin' head

Click-clack, niggas really scared (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Niggas at your freakin' head, click-clack, really scared

I'ma run these motherfuckin' people just like Diddy did

Get my alcohol, weed, and my businesses

Savage just like Beans, that's who Beanie Sigel is

Up them poles, heatin' shit like I play for Heat and shit

Pistol beatin' shit, you don't know what pistol beatin' is

Ridin' 'round town, prayin' to God with the SIG

Smoke a nigga like a cig', bang, off with his head, ayy

Better play with your bitch, you better play with your kids

My niggas, they savages, you better play with your ear

On the jet, on the Lear like I'll perform in here

I got my gun in here, so be alarmed in here

You want beef? There's farms in here, a lotta armor in here, ayy

Boy, we got the llamas here, them stupid choppers here, ayy

Leave you where you stand, you gon' need a doctor in here

I brought my guap in here, I can pay your doctor bills

Pay your mama bills, pay your partner bills

Pay a lotta bills, pay my bank deposit bills

I got a lotta clips, I drive a lotta whips

Like I'm at the casino, I won a lotta chips

I brought my mop in here, that dirty bop in here

It'll bop your eyeballs, it'll bop your ear

I brought my mop in here, hey, dirty bop in here, ayy (Click-clack)

It'll bop your eyeballs and it'll bop your ear, bang

Niggas at your freakin' head, click-clack, really scared

I'ma run these motherfuckin' people just like Diddy did

Get my alcohol, weed, and my businesses

Savage just like Beans, that's who Beanie Sigel is

Up them poles, heatin' shit like I play for Heat and shit

Pistol beatin' shit, you don't know what pistol beatin' is

Ridin' 'round town, prayin' to God with the SIG

Smoke a nigga like a cig', bang, off with his head, ayy

Smokin' on this Tooka, plottin' on a million

Got a lotta children, these niggas my children

Try to smoke some Tooka, this shit, it might kill you

Tryna get some money, my nigga, I feel you

Coolin' with the Glo, ayy, that's my La Familia

For my family, I'll kill ya, at the red light, drill ya

Pull up on you slow, ride off like a Steeler

I think I'm from Pittsburgh, bitch, I got my steel up

'Member bein' a stealer, your car could get peeled up

Baby, I heard your car on E, fuck with me, it get filled up

When I look in the mirror, I see a young black nigga

That made it out the Southside where the fuckin' drills was

Ridin' with my tooly, and I'm down to drill ya

Waste your ass, spill ya, Flintstone, Fred and Wilma

She gon' give me coochie 'til my fuckin' deal up

It can go down anytime, but I'm still up

Niggas at your freakin' head, click-clack, really scared

I'ma run these motherfuckin' people just like Diddy did

Get my alcohol, weed, and my businesses

Savage just like Beans, that's who Beanie Sigel is

Up them poles, heatin' shit like I play for Heat and shit

Pistol beatin' shit, you don't know what pistol beatin' is

Ridin' 'round town, prayin' to God with the SIG

Smoke a nigga like a cig', bang, off with his head, ayy

(Damn, that's Surreal right there?)

(Off The Wall Gang)

Don't Wanna Be U lyrics - Chief Keef

(Real 808 Beats)

Like you need

I don't wanna be

Almighty

Ayy (Tarantino)

(808 Mafia)

(808 Mafia)

Break the blunt down, put some weed in

Smokin' on this dope, it ain't got no seeds in 'em

Niggas hatin', but Sosa be the reason

Niggas Glo'd all up and ridin' Lamborghinis

I fucks with God, but I gotta be a demon

I got my money, because I got 'em, I don't need ya

Bitch, you don't like me, I don't like you neither

If you in front of my thirty, I don't wanna be ya

I don't wanna be you

I wouldn't wanna see you when I get through

They look like Almighty TTU

I hang with pitbulls, your niggas Shih-Tzu

I got a big gun and a big clip too

Try to run, hollows get you

Like where you goin'? Nigga, I been sent you

Pussy nigga

You ain't got no nothing, you don't even got no pussy, nigga

I ain't a killer, but don't push me, nigga

But I got a lot of guns, try me, you'll be cooked meat, nigga

Break the blunt down, put some weed in

Smokin' on this dope, it ain't got no seeds in 'em

Niggas hatin', but Sosa be the reason

Niggas Glo'd all up and ridin' Lamborghinis

I fucks with God, but I gotta be a demon

I got my money, because I got 'em, I don't need ya

Bitch, you don't like me, I don't like you neither

If you in front of my thirty, I don't wanna be ya

In It lyrics - Chief Keef

(YGOnDaBeat)

I'ma smoke ya, smoke ya, smoke ya, ayy

Kush I'm smokin', smokin', smokin', ayy

Big ass four-oh I am totin', ayy

Don't make me put this bitch in motion

I'm off a flat, I don't know where my car went

I named my nina Gina just like Martin

My blunts look like Peter, swear it got rolls in it

She ask me why my pants saggin', 'cause bankrolls in it

Wait, hold on, ayy

I'm smokin' on a big blunt of Carlton

Tryna figure out where my car went

I think I parked it up that mountain

I don't know, I was off Xanax, ayy

I don't know, bitch, I was off ten flats, ayy

I don't know, I was off them ten blunts, ayy

I don't know, I was high as a fuck, ayy

They know I don't give no fuck, ayy

Come through, catch your bitch ass, light you up, candle up, ayy

Tell your mans to get up, hey

50 knock him down, he can't get up, hey

Smokin' Tooka, Tooka, Tooka

I'm smokin' TuTu like a hookah

I'm smokin' TuTu like a blue one

A Blu cigarette, alright now

You gon' meet my two drums

I'ma smoke ya, smoke ya, smoke ya, ayy

Kush I'm smokin', smokin', smokin', ayy

Big ass four-oh I am totin', ayy

Don't make me put this bitch in motion

I'm off a flat, I don't know where my car went

I named my nina Gina just like Martin

My blunts look like Peter, swear it got rolls in it

She ask me why my pants saggin', 'cause bankrolls in it

Flexin' on 'em

Baby girl, I'm countin' checks up on 'em

I got these bitches wet up on 'em

Niggas can't even get seconds from 'em

And I don't even pay them, though

But my shit playin' on the radio

That's if I want it to

You know I don't give a fuck or two, though

I ain't got no Hublot

Got a Breitling with 'bout eighty-two stones

I got a chain with 'bout eighty-four stones

And I'm only eighteen, what you on?

I'm off this Xanax right now

Need a fuckin' flat right now

I'm smoking on this blunt right now

Still screaming fuck rehab right now

I'ma smoke ya, smoke ya, smoke ya, ayy

Kush I'm smokin', smokin', smokin', ayy

Big ass four-oh I am totin', ayy

Don't make me put this bitch in motion

I'm off a flat, I don't know where my car went

I named my nina Gina just like Martin

My blunts look like Peter, swear it got rolls in it

She ask me why my pants saggin', 'cause bankrolls in it

Tomorrow lyrics - Chief Keef

(ItssMoneyy, bitch, you dun know)

Tomorrow, stu' tomorrow (Same thing)

Tomorrow

Tomorrow

Tomorrow

Tomorrow, I'ma hit the stu', tomorrow, I won't say a thing

'Cause there's too many niggas waitin' on tomorrow to tell on me

Tomorrow, I'ma hit the stu', tomorrow, I won't say a thing

'Cause there's too many niggas waitin' on tomorrow to tell on me

Tomorrow, I'ma fuck your bitch, tomorrow, I'ma buy a chain

Depends on if you live, you can do a lot of things

Tomorrow, tomorrow

Niggas got any problems, we will solve 'em

I bought some guns today to shoot tomorrow

Life is all about who tomorrow, tomorrow

I got a bitch named Tamara

Baby, I'ma get some kicks made tomorrow

Niggas be like, "I ain't bitch-made," yesterday

To show you that they bitch-made tomorrow

I can turn a model to a thot

And I can turn a thot into a model

I can have niggas runnin' down your block

I ain't say today, they'll wait until tomorrow

I got a clip full of hollows

And it's long, I be shootin' 'til tomorrow

Today is not yours, it's tomorrow's

'Cause I might fuck your bitch tomorrow

Tomorrow, I'ma hit the stu', tomorrow, I won't say a thing

'Cause there's too many niggas waitin' on tomorrow to tell on me

Tomorrow, I'ma fuck your bitch, tomorrow, I'ma buy a chain

Depends on if you live, you can do a lot of things

Tomorrow, tomorrow

Niggas got any problems, we will solve 'em

I bought some guns today to shoot tomorrow

Life is all about who tomorrow, tomorrow