Never Fly Here lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Quavo)

Mmm, yeah

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Yeah

Put that shit on like AB, ballin' on them like KD

I'ma need me a straitjacket, "Why?" 'Cause I'm goin' crazy

She wanna be my Queen Bey, want me to be her JAY-Z

Bitch asked me for a Jeep, told her, "This Maybelline, bitch, that's maybe"

"So, when you goin' to the top?" Lil' bro said, "Take me"

I used to be on the block, boy, but I don't know no Tay Keith

Somebody come pour me out, bitch, I'm in this shit waist deep

Your hundred thou' to my hundred thou', used to put fives on eighthy

The car I'm in is an eight-speed, hope the cops don't chase me

Middle fingers to the law, bitch, I'll never let 'em break me

Postin' another nigga bands, nigga, you can't even pay me

Told the bitch I don't want her pussy, the bitch proceeded to rape me

How I take shots, I take sweeps

Shit around here, it ain't sweet

Fuck 'em niggas, man, they sweet

Pussy-ass niggas, gay sweet

Put me in a Kanye suite

Havin' drip like an AC

Havin' drip like a leak

My style ain't free, you gotta pay me

Maybach Mercedes

Bitch, I named her Sadie

Better turn on the PlayStation, bitch cannot play me

Auntie caught me prayin', ten K to my auntie

I'm like, "Auntie, you raised me," but she like, "Nah, you ain't gotta pay me"

Put some respect on my name like Baby

Chief Keef (Bang), play with the ki', Zaytiggy (Ziggy)

Doin' all that talkin', SayCheese (Talk, but she like, "Nah, you ain't gotta pay me)

Bitch say she wanna be a city girl, so- JT, JT

Bitch say she wanna be a city girl, so- JT, JT

JT, JT (Yeah)

JT, JT (Mmm)

Put some respect on my name like Baby (Woo)

Bitch, I'm the Huncho, pay me (Huncho)

Bang, bang, huh, Chief Keef (Bang)

Play with the ki', Zaytiggy (Ziggy)

Doin' all that talkin', SayCheese (Talkin')

Bitch say she wanna be a city girl, so I'ma call her JT (JT)

Can't save a ho, you can't make me (Nah)

Steppin', two feet (Step)

I told that bitch to scrub the ground, she thought she was goin' to Freaknik (Scrub)

Ever since my bro The Rocket took off, I been too geeked (Rocket)

Brr, now my crew geeked (Brr)

Get tactical with my technique (Tactical)

You wanna kick it? Call Messi (Go)

You wanna kick it? Call Ronaldo

I got narcotics and narcos (Narcos)

White diamonds, Jack Harlow (White)

Remember trappin' in my cargos (Trap)

Now it's pounds in the cargo (Cargo)

Walkin' out of Wells Fargo (Walk)

I'll spin with my twin, Charlo (Spin)

So you know I'ma crash, GEICO (Crash)

Put me next to Elon (Elon)

I'm high steppin' like Deion (Woo)

My heart froze so cold, nigga, I'm on the shelf with Freon (Ice)

What you doin' in my section? (Huh?), we don't know this peon

Your bitch lookin' so sexy (Bitch), I'm tryna see what she on (She on)

Maybach, call it Quaybach (Quaybach)

Never trap where I stay at (Nah)

Niggas thought I couldn't make it (Huh?) Just like Diddy, told 'em take that (Take that)

I'm breakin' shit, Kit-Kat (Break it)

Somebody tell me where the lick at (Where?)

Then pop a pill, Tic-Tac (Pill)

You not alone, where your strap at? (Rrah)

Where your strap at? (Rrah)

Where your strap at? (Rrah)

Maybach, call it Quaybach

My heart froze so cold, nigga, I'm on the shelf with freon

Bro finna appeal

They ain't got shit, keep it real

Pussy, we don't fuck with you, we never did and never will

Brodie put up three seals

Know I had to seal the deal

Watch what you be postin' on that Reel, real get you killed

Hellcat doin' tricks, more tricks than a seal

Broke-ass nigga kill his mama just to inherit her Will

Wrap the Range over teal, banana Hellcat peel

'Bout the bills they killl, I'm pullin' up with my ills

Ain't from the H, but I'm trill, I was trill up in the field

You not smokin' gas, that's ill, Chief So be smokin' that kill

Sip codeine when I'm ill, she wanna touch me, see if I'm real

She told me we gettin' married, I said, "Get the fuck out of here"

I call the shots 'round here, you could play, not 'round here

Got a diamond, never in my ear, this bitch bigger than my ear

Bitch, I'ma send you a car, your ass'll never drive here

Yeah, Chief So drive spaceships, but that shit'll never fly here

Prince Charming lyrics - Chief Keef

Glory Gang

On Foenem Radio

Go 'til you can't fuckin' go no more, nigga

Pull up your chair, it's time to eat, boy

Better keep that money, better hope it don't leave, boy

October Forgiatos, look like Halloween, boy

You can be the prince of Chiraq, I'm the king, boy

Kids love a nigga 'cause the joy a nigga bring, boy

Got my heart too, they know it ain't a thing, boy

Call baby, "Pookie," 'cause for Sosa, she a fiend, boy

I'll stop sippin' 'fore I sip some fuckin' green, boy

Lambo' take off, Redbull, I got wings, boy

Sosa hatin' on you, I ain't know that was a thing, boy

That's huh? Bitch

Foenem yellin', "Go" like the light turned green, boy (Ayy, go, go)

Yeah, them ass shots good, but I need you on your knees

Spray one of these stankin' ass niggas with Febreze

She said, "I been" (Thinkin' 'bout you), ayy

(Yes, indeed) Oh, you did?

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Huh?)

Why, oh, why?

She said, "I been" (Thinkin' 'bout you), huh?

(Yes, indeed) Oh, you did? (Let's get it)

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Sit gang, uh-uh-uh, on the gang)

Why, oh, why?

This shit cost a arm and leg, cars and bread

Takin' big steps, bitch, I'm nine ahead

We been havin' sex, but not in the bed

Told me that it's red, so I got some head

I put on my weeks, went and got some bread

Why you got a stick if it's not in the head?

Nigga, in the club drunk, headlock a nigga head

Threw his ass on the table, threw his ass on his head

Nigga wake up in a hospital bed

Like, "This the last time I said what I shouldn't have said"

Bitch gon' wake up with knots on his head

Thought he was sick, it's balloons on his bed

I been lookin' for the Wockhardt, but I'll sip some red

All I need is a doctor, tell him I need my meds

And my XD brown, so I nicknamed him, "Ted"

Lost my shit when I caught him and my bitch in the bed

High as hell, left my stick in the bed

It's the last time I'm sippin' the red

One puff of Guido, hundred hits in the head

When my granny laid her ass in the bed

Gave her ass a hundred kisses in the head

Granny taught a nigga everything he said

Granny taught a nigga everything he say

Hit the family reunion Lamborghini way

Bitch, we come from playing ball in the craze

Man, I come from bologna on my plate

Might forget, but I mean everything I say

When Chief Sosa pull up, he flexing, pull up

Shittin' on them, pull ups

Hope the law don't pull up

Dashbox so I can have somewhere to put the 'Wood up

Fit crazy, like I'm doing lean ups and kush ups

Boy, you must have hit your fuckin' head and sniffed some good stuff

Never know the whip I'm in, my other shit be put up

I'll be thanking God 'cause I appreciate the little stuff

Ain't in the mud no more, but I'll still pick the mud up

Who would ever know, when I was seven, picking mud up?

When you loading shells in your gun, pick a glove up

Or pick a shirt up

Baby blue Forgiatos, bitch, I dressed 'em like a surgeon

(Baby blue Forgiatos, bitch, I dressed 'em like a surgeon)

H-U-R-T, they hatin', I see

I got my fire on me, put it on a P

1800-KING-KEEF if you want some beef

Man, Gucci coat with the pole underneath

Meet me on hundred street, turn it to a haunted street

I'm getting money, nigga, I don't even wanna beef

We was at the corner, doing laundry

Bank account got stung by a bumblebee

And my car feel like Superman's under me

Two piece, smoked in one week, nigga, not three

I'll tell you what, stay your ass off our street

Nigga get flatlined in a damn heartbeat

My front yard look like a GTA car meet

I should buy a Demon, use it as an art piece

Bitch, I'm Gucci, double Gs in the car seat

Sold the same rock Jigga seen in Marcy

In the hood, Sosa had Lamborghini speed

It's only right I get a Lamb' for my enemies

It's only right I get a Porsche, jumped off the porch

Your heart drop when the SWAT knock on your door

That's some shit make you jump back on the porch

If you ain't cut, you gon' tell on all your boys

Hey, hey

(If you ain't cut, you gon' tell on all your boys)

Your heart drop when the SWAT knock on your door, huh? (Ayy)

If you ain't cut, you gon' tell on all your boys (Go)

Doo-doo

Your heart drop when the- (Go)

She said

Ayy, she said

Ayy

She said

Ayy, ayy, she said

Ayy (Glory Gang), ayy

On Foenem Radio

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Believe lyrics - Chief Keef

Sosa, man, what the fuck is going on with you, bro?

We been waiting on this Almighty So 2 for a minute now, man

You say you gon' drop it, then you don't drop it

Then you say you gon' drop it again, then you don' drop it

What the fuck is going on with you, bro?

Yo' lil' ugly ass takin' all day, man

On my baby, boy, you're barbequed

Yo' ass like a hickory smoked house roach

Yo' lil' ugly ass, boy

Yo' ass like a deep-fried Jamaican pigeon

Yo' lil' ugly ass, boy

Yo' ass like a old testament demon (GDKFM Radio)

You ugly as fuck, first of all

Then you ain't drop the shit (On foenem)

Yo, motherfuckers gon' get on yo' ass, boy

Yo' ass gon' be barbequed, boy

Drop that Almighty So 2 right now, bro

We need that shit right now

The streets need that shit right now

Drill need that shit right now, man, drop that shit, man

What the fuck is you waiting on, man? On baby

Every day, every day, every day

Here you come, can't even cook and eat right

Here y'all come, here y'all come

I don't know who gon' get famous for this shit

I don't know who gon' get fame for this shit

But I know one thing, when they make it, they leave

Never show them niggas your hand

Was panhandling before I was handlin' biz with pan

Private jet so I could take a flight to France

Snap ya head, nigga, nah, we ain't snipin' cans

We ain't throwin' rocks and hidin' our hands

This STO cost me four hundred bands

Can't put on another nigga if you ain't put on your mans

Since my granny left, nigga, I been goin' in

I ain't gon' lie, a nigga sick of buying cars

I think it's time for a nigga to do something smart

Nigga, I don't even use my garage as a garage

Crib in Agoura? Tryna find me one on Mars, nigga

Can't put on another nigga if you ain't puttin' on your mans

Can't put on another nigga if you ain't puttin' on your mans

Can't put on another nigga if you ain't puttin' on your mans

Can't put on another nigga if you ain't puttin' on your mans

I could lay in a ant bed, come out with no ants on me, ayy

I could lay in a forest with a tent, come out with a brown bear's head

I could live in the jungle and come out with a hyena hat, ayy

I'm in L.A. with FN, Doowop got a switch in the ride

Got a bitch up in my movie room and I got a bitch in the back

Baby hit me up so much, I'ma just start hittin' her back

She call me inconsiderate, bae, you talkin' gibberish

I hate being delirious, Sosa baby got her furious

Was mad my daughter went through a phase of sayin' "period"

BM just said she been gettin' her period

I'm like, "Damn, what? Is you serious?"

I had to laugh, Jesus, that shit had me furious

Tryna learn how to treat these women, man

Sad to say I turned out just like my damn daddy, man

I'm that kid, I ain't get to be a kid

Early age I started selling dope like my people did

I was in and out my people fridge

Smart as shit, most of the time had to be a evil kid

Lit the campfire, nigga, I'm just tryna keep it lit

Could of died if the door wasn't open and was locked like Beanie Sigel said

Bad-ass jit, always stayed doing illegal shit

Had to get it on my own, they ain't wanna give me shit

I had cluckers coming askin', "How many can we get?"

Kick your door and then we take our split when we split

I done been, I couldn't tell you how hard this shit get

Keep your heat, make sure you keep your oven mitt

Was on the bricks, now my front yard ten thousand bricks

High speed, barely got away, I gotta shit

Mickey Mouse drum, Nickelodeon, I gotta split

Pop out with that shit, porta potty, I got 'em pissed

1969 Hellcat, Jheri curl slick

I'm not the only star, kids ask my cars for pics

Pop out with the clique, what's my favorite car to pick?

Boy, you better not owe 'em, fonem stomp yo' ass with Ricks

Granny said, "I know one thing, yo' ass better get rich"

I had to show her, she ain't believe in this shit

I could lay in a ant bed, come out with no ants on me, ayy

I could lay in a forest with a tent, come out with a brown bear's head

I could live in the jungle and come out with a hyena hat, ayy

I'm in L.A. with FN, Doowop got a switch in the ride

Got a bitch up in my movie room and I got a bitch in the back

Baby hit me up so much, I'ma just start hittin' her back

She call me inconsiderate, bae, you talkin' gibberish

I hate being delirious, Sosa baby got her furious

I hate being delirious, Sosa baby got her furious

I hate being delirious, I hate being delirious

Tony Montana Flow lyrics - Chief Keef

(AKA "From A Informant Telling")

Bro

What up?

Where are you?

'Fuck you at?

You sound 'bout it as fuck

I'm 'bout to go home, I'm tryna, tryna go to you, can I?

I ain't even at the house right now

So when are you gonna be at your house?

I don't know, in a minute

Okay, I'm just going to go home, I guess

I just want the blue cheese and a thousand islands

Bitch, you want me to punch you, bitch, you wildin'-wildin'

Might not wanna come over here, 'cause bitch it's crowded crowded

Unless you Master P and bitch you 'bout it 'bout it

Shorty ass a squirter, that's a talent talent

King size beds was a palette-palette

Even in kinder garden, I wasn't tattletalin'

I ain't generous, I'm not Ellen-Ellen

Life is sweet, nigga love watermelon

I got green and I'll put it on yo' melon

Bad ass lil' nigga on the corner sellin'

Young nigga hungry, got that mornin' belly

Nigga gettin' money no matter what you selling

Tell 'em you a pit, get some dog repellent

Shorty got some time from an informant telling

Baby bro like, "Give it to me, nigga, I'ma sell it"

Baby bro gotta take it over and be smarter with it

And I'm smoking on that musty call me arm pit, man

I be lettin' my chain and wrist talk to a bunch of bitches

You can get ya Gyro'd, nigga, no Tzatziki

At your head, no Medusa-dusa

You know I be with gorillas, nigga ucka-ucka

Even when I'm by myself, I'm a noodle knocker

Pulled up, shittin' on 'em, nigga dooka-dooka

I know I ain't gotta do it, but I'm a pistol toter

Just in case the opps see me and be like, "There go Sosa"

Got a warrant, the cops saw me, like, "Let's go, Sosa"

What the fuck you was just doin' up in Mexico Sosa?

Shorty said, "When the last time you been in Chicago Sosa?"

She like "When the fuck you gon' stop smokin' that Petrol Sosa?"

She like "You smokin' gas but first was that red stuff Sosa"

She like "You ridin' foreigns but first it was the metro Sosa"

You drunk? Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I do

Bang, huh

Racks Stuffed Inna Couch lyrics - Chief Keef

Phew, wooh, phew, wooh (Sos' baby)

Phew, wooh, phew, wooh (GBE baby)

Phew, wooh (Fifth Gang, baby)

Phew, wooh, phew, wooh, phew, wooh (Sit Gang, baby, Linen Gang, baby, Get It Gang, baby)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

(Ayy, Young Malcolm)

Six hundred a ounce (Ayy), forty my waist (My waist)

Say two words (Two words), four to your face (Po, po)

Stitch his lips up (Ayy), what did he say? (What he say?)

I gotta move the bus (Bang, bang), money to make (Bang, bang)

Got his ass baked (Ayy), I was in the late (Dududuh)

Put a quarter mill' (Skrrt), pussy in the hate (Bitch)

I was goin' state (Skrrt), state to state (State)

Feet on the gas (Ahh), takin' no break (Ayy, Young Malcolm)

Hangin' out the window (Gang), throwin' my set (Gang)

Stick made him lose weight (Bang), Jenny Craig (Bang)

Tell my opps, "What up though? ", tell 'em drop dead (Bang)

Tell 'em all, "Suck a dick" (Bang), that's what I said (Bang, bang)

Put a check on his head (Bang, bang)

How much in my pants? (Bang, ayy, bang, ayy, bang, ayy)

Put a check on his head and it got six digits (Bang, bang, ayy, gang, ayy, bang, ayy, bang, ayy, ayy, bang bang, ayy)

Six digits (Ayy, ayy, ayy, bang bang)

I take my whole fuckin' hit in a minute (Bang, bang, bang)

Pull up in that car, actin' crazy, lease sittin' in it (Bang, ayy, ayy, bang bang, ayy)

I can buy a Bustdown Rollie every minute (Bang bang, dududuh)

Nigga, point me to your block, I send my shorties to talk (Bang)

He a star player, he send shots, shorty gon' score (Dududuh)

My lil' cousins just got caught with a switch in the 'Raq (Ahh, bang bang)

Your chest up, I got some shit, put you on your back (Bang, bang, bang)

Give a fuck what they got, I got that sack (Bang)

He was sneak dissin' Sosa, it got him whack' (Ftftft, beep, beep, beep, beep, dududuh)

Boy, ya on thin ice, that shit might crack (Beep, beep, bang)

All I know spend that sack and get it right back (Beep, beep, bang)

RIP Tray Savage, get hit with the MAC (Bang, Tray Savage)

I broke lil baby's heart, please see if she's intact (Ayy, ayy)

Lamborghini, Hellcat, might see the back (Skrrt)

Red Eye, scat pack, might see the Track' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

You ain't talkin' about the green, I'll fade to black (Huh?)

Since when I get white money (Ayy) and bitch, I'm black (Sos' baby, GBE baby)

Gang stupid T'd up but we don't do crack (Glo Gang)

Foenem in the trap, trappin', might slip you a pack (Sit Gang, Get It Gang, Linen Gang)

You all worried about these hoes, go flip you a pack (Ayy, ayy, gang, gang)

You been up poppin' addies, go getchu a nap (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?)

Runnin' up on the gang make yo' ass take a nap

You can give motherfucka a mile and they gon' take a lap (Bang)

I got a Tommy gun in my lap (Bang, bang)

Glory Boyz was made in the trap (Ayy, bang)

You be sneak dissin' and be on my dick (Bang, bang)

Keep your fit, we want your fitted cap (Bang, ayy)

Grab his ass up in some rentals wrap (Bang bang)

Sippin' turtle, bitch, I'm finna snap (Bang)

Ayy bro, mute the beat, I'm finna clap (Bang)

We got pig guns, nigga, crap (Bang, ayy)

Bah, bah, bah, can you crouch? (Huh?)

I got racks stuffed in the couch (Ayy, ayy)

I be in less shit in the house (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

I get animal style, In N Out (Bang, bang)

My mind be in the air like a blimp (Bang, bang)

Tie ya shoes, bitch, 'cause I'm a trip (Bang, bang)

I'm like Harley, bitch, don't give me the lip (Bang, bang)

'Bout that paper, we gon' let it rip (Bang)

You a dick suckin', dick holder, hit your lips (Bang)

Choppa shaking out my hand, had to get a grip (Bang)

It's the ass for me, baby, it's the hips (Huh?)

She said, "Smile for me, Daddy", like I'm Big Gip (Cheese)

I'm Tryna Sleep lyrics - Chief Keef

(On foenem)

I just made a million last week

Stone brought his merch on Chief

(4NEM Radio, home of the Glory Gang)

It's not a lease

On the rims, trick or treat

It's not a treat

Bitch, I'm tryna sleep

Bitch, I'm tryna sleep (Sos' baby)

I ain't got cheese? I just made a million last week

Chief my lingo and now my Stone brought his merch on Chief

Leave out the dealer, paper in my hand, it's not a lease

Black and orange Forgiatos on the rims, trick or treat

Say she wanna eat me, told that bitch, "My dick is not a treat" (No)

Bitch loud as truck, my dick said, "Shut up, bitch, I'm tryna sleep"

In the Hellcat, I told her, "Shut up, bitch, I'm tryna creep"

I'm from the hood where we sending shots right down the street

I'm from the hood, we don't use cars, we use feet

Welcome to the streets where if niggas can't fight, they use heat

Wet a boy down, it's gon' be you and not we

Welcome to the streets, it can cost your life, it's not cheap

Told that bitch, "Give me fifty percent, I'll turn you up"

I was lookin' for a boss, baby, and there you was

Bae do whatever I say, that's my kind of love (Go)

When I first met the bankroll, I said, "I'm in love" (Go)

Go

Roll the gross up

I'ma lift my doors up

Go, go

It's a new opp pack every time we roll the gross up

I'll pull up to the hood and have them lift my doors up

You can throw your fuckin' salt, I'll still get bread like cold cuts

Catch your ass up at the Moncler, then we'll give you cold cuts

I'll pull up in the Maybach, make my bitch the chauffeur

Ah, bitch, it's ten years later, they still lovin' Sosa

Pussy, is you with the feds? Fuck you takin' notes for?

Ah, fuck it, I'm the teacher, nigga, you should've said somethin'

You's a mother fuckin' deer and foenem out here head huntin'

Nigga said he fucked my bitch, I told his dumb ass, "Which one?"

Nigga played with the Wock' and now his dumb ass redrum

I'm so motherfuckin' GOATed, I should have a TED Talk

Nigga pulled up to the TED Talk, we made him spin off

Nigga laughed, now he cryin', made him wipe his grin off

Nigga, it's hot as fuck outside, you know I'll let my fan off

Pussy, and if you get skinned, dog, it knock you dread off

Baby, we breaking laws, we never had an in-law

Nigga fronted me some crack, I used my legs and ran off

Fast as Usain Bolt how that nigga ran off

I got enough money to buy some shit to have a stand off (Hell yeah)

DIRTY NACHOS (2024) - Chief Keef (with Mike WiLL Made-It)

• INTRO
• DIRTY NACHOS
• DOJA
• RIDICULOUSNESS
• DAMN SHORTY
• WHY YOU MAD
• WATCH FOR THE PIGS
• PROMENADE
• LOVE DON'T LIVE HERE
• STATUS
• HARLEY QUINN
• BANG BANG 

INTRO lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

Trap-A-Holics mixtapes

Your call has been forwarded to voicemail

The person you're trying to reach is not available

At the tone, please record your message

When you have finished recording, you may hang up

So, fuck goin' on, boy?

Man, ay, look, I'm on the 'net

I'm seein' motherfuckers keep askin' for new shit

And then I'm seein' motherfuckers still leakin' shit

Them bangers we got in the cut, we goin' 'head and drop a couple of them man, give 'em a mixtape

You know what I'm saying? Ain't gotta be—

It ain't gotta be the new shit we workin' on

It ain't gotta be the new-ish shit we workin' on

But, yeah, we gon' go 'head and give 'em a mixtape right quick, man

Know what I'm sayin'? A lil' snack, a lil somethin' to hold them over 'til they get the main course

Call that shit "Dirty Nachos" or somethin', man, feed the streets

Good hood snack, you feel me?

Shit, let me know what you think, bruh

Other than that, man, I'll see yo' ass in Aspen, I'm on the next flight

DIRTY NACHOS lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

EarDrummers

Mike WiLL

Young Rari

Mike WiLL

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Looked up in my shoes and they say made in Italy

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

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

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

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

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

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

Light ya up, LED strip, nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DOJA lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

Ay (Phew)

[?] gang (Trap-a-Holics, bitch)

Go, go (Phew)

Go (Phew)

(Damn, son! Where'd you find this?)

Chief Sosa, I smoke doja (Phew)

I'm in the Rolls with your bitch bent over (Phew)

In the Rover with the soldiers (Phew)

And we got the fucking poles move over (Phew)

Got the toaster and the holster (Phew)

I got angels hovering over my shoulders (Phew)

Twin glicks, nigga. I call 'em "Olsens" (Phew)

I'm so drippy, nigga, I'ma need a coaster (Phew)

Hop off the jet and get straight to the bag

Fuck the lil' niggas, we bigger than that (Phew)

We hit the club and we enter the back

Behind me, lil' bro got a stick in his bag (Phew)

Ricky ran off and got hit in the back

Pull up on that ho and put dick in her back (Phew)

Ay, nah, hold up, hold up, hold up, Trap. Hold up, Pharris

Yeah, see, nah, this that motherfucker Sosa just sent me to listen to right quick

You know what I'm saying? We can't give 'em too much

Man, this that "Dirty Nachos" shit, man

Shit already coming in hot, shit already spicy

Man, let's keep that motherfucker rolling, man

Main course on the way

RIDICULOUSNESS lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

Shoutout Mike WiLL (Young Rari), Shawn Ferrari, Ear Drummers (Rari)

What the fuck is "Dirty Nachos"?

(Damn, son! Where'd you find this?)

Ay, ay, ay, ay, gang (Yoom), gang (Yoom), gang (Skrrt)

Ay (Skrrt), ay

Goin' 149 in a 55 (Yoom, 55, skrrt, skrrt)

You might see me in the sky, I be really high (Dope, dope, dope)

Foreign truck, bitch, it ain't nothin' basic (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Smoked the whole blunt, bitch said, "Why you facin'?" (Skrrt)

Bitch, you ain't my brother, you can't hit my blunt (No)

Lookin' like that nigga and I feel like that (That nigga)

Puffin' flute, saxophone, clarinet (Puff, puff, puff, puff)

Skinny jeans on tryna stuff the racks (Ftftft, beep)

Nigga, we don't love these bitches (No)

I ain't goin' out in public with these bitches (Uh uh)

She suck me, she suck you, ooh, she vicious (Uh huh)

All these hoes be actin' like bougie bitches (Damn)

These hoes can't drive, that shit too ridiculous

Somebody call Rob, my watch too ridiculous (It's too ridiculous, bling, bling, bling)

Young nigga still on his road to riches (Road to riches)

This dumb nigga spent his cash on dope and bitches (Dope and bitches)

Grandma say I be on too much ridiculousness (ay, ay, ay)

No computer, we'll break a nigga shit (Duhduhduh, skuddaskuh)

No computer, we'll fix a nigga shit (Skuddaskuh)

There go his block, John Wick that nigga's shit (ay)

Call Will, we finna hitch that nigga shit (ay, baow)

I named the truck Ludacris, disturbin' the peace (Disturbin' the peace)

Who you buying pills from? They serving bleach (They serving bleach, bang, bang)

I got a condo on my neck, who wanna live here? (Bang, bang)

We done lost a couple soldiers but we still here (Bang, gang)

In the V10 rollin' like a wheelchair (Skrrt, skrrt)

Brick ass nigga, we got steel, fam, ay (Baow, bang, bang)

Two-tone Cuban, you might see me in Cuba, ay (Bling, bling)

Frozen 'cause my jeweler (True)

Them ain't VVS, you got yo' necklace from a fooler, ay (Fu-fu, fool)

They sold you that in Fuji (In Fuji)

My youngin' 'nem woulda go to blowin' at the jeweler, ay (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)

Sippin' a PT cruisin'

You know my shit fast, you think it ain't how we be cruisin', ay

Ay, bitches droolin' on the jewelery

Goin' to school to be a doctor so I asked her can she cure me, ay

Seven hundred horses call Polo

Nigga, we was lookin' for you, nigga, Marco Polo

Grandma say I be on too much ridiculousness (ay, ay, ay)

No computer, we'll break a nigga shit (Duhduhduh, skuddaskuh)

No computer, we'll fix a nigga shit (Skuddaskuh)

There go his block, John Wick that nigga's shit (ay)

Call Will, we finna hitch that nigga shit (ay, baow)

I named the truck Ludacris, disturbin' the peace (Disturbin' the peace)

Who you buying pills from? They serving bleach (They serving bleach, bang, bang)

I got a condo on my neck, who wanna live here? (Bang, bang)

We done lost a couple soldiers but we still here (Bang, gang)

In the V10 rollin' like a wheelchair (Skrrt, skrrt)

Brick ass nigga, we got steel, fam, ay (Baow, bang, bang)

New foreigns outside, they ain't leased

Nigga say he in his bag, not more than me

Trap house bigger than Uncle Phil crib

Nigga, and my momma don't even live here

Stuntin' on the counters and the steel chairs

Pushin' old money with a wheelchair

Call me Ballout, baby, the pills bear

On the tour bus and we hit a damn deer

Fresh as hell and I ain't goin' to no cemetery

Nigga, don't get put on a obituary

DAMN SHORTY lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It (feat. Sexyy Red)

Damn (R-R-R-Rari)

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

Damn shorty, shoot on accident

Damn shorty, they thought about I am

Damn shorty, damn shorty

Damn shorty, outside of my set tho

How you fit that Glock in them tight ass pants shorty

They like how you get it, damn shorty

How you pulling up in the Lamb' shorty

Niggas like who that at the door like damn shorty

We'll shoot yo ass while you on cam shorty

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

I'm like Tracy come out cut and slam shorty

Me and gang in LA, we'll ram shorty

Damn shorty

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

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

I'll turn yo ass a new strand shorty

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

Damn shorty, damn shorty

Make the chopper sing big baby DRAM shorty

We'll catch you in the club, Sam shorty

Get to spraying cooking butter, bam shorty

Damn shorty, Damn shorty

We just watching out for Uncle Sam shorty

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

You already know what I am shorty

Damn shorty, damn shorty

You should already know I rep' my gang shorty

You already know I tuck no chain shorty

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

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

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

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

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

I was on the CTA bus and a train shorty

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

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

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

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

Got Hermes umbrella, in case it rain shorty

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

Finna come bowl on you

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

How you fit that Glock in them tight ass pants shorty

They like how you get it, damn shorty

How you pulling up in the Lamb' shorty

Niggas like who that at the door like damn shorty

We'll shoot yo ass while you on cam shorty

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

I'm like Tracy come out cut and slam shorty

Me and gang in LA, with the Rams shorty

Damn shorty

Me and gang in LA, with the Rams shorty

Get to spraying cooking butter, bam shorty

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

I'll turn yo ass into a new strand shorty

How you fit that Glock in them tight ass pants shorty

They like how you get it, damn shorty

How you pulling up in the Lamb' shorty

Niggas like who that at the door like damn shorty

We'll shoot yo ass while you on cam shorty

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

I'm like Tracy come out cut and slam shorty

Me and gang in LA, with the Rams shorty

Damn shorty

WHY YOU MAD lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Mm, hmm, hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm

Mike Will, Mike Will, Mike Will, Mike Will

Trap-A-Holics, bitch

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Yeah, bang bang bang bang, yeah, yeah, bang bang, yeah, ay

(Damn, son! Where'd you find this?)

Gotta have a ball

I have it all

I gotta ball

Speedin' too hard

Please call the law

Bitch, I'm the boss

Old school Ross

2020 comin' in

She got out and told her friends

Told her come and eat my dick

I don't know if I should send

I can have her and her friend

And I don't care if they're twins

Chickens be clucking like hens

And I pull up in a Benz

Nigga hatin' on me, I don't know why

Pro'ly 'cause he a fuckin' broke boy

I done sold more coke than a coke boy

Is you gangster now, I don't know, boy

Why you mad at me?

Why you mad at me?

That's how you gon' be

I'm still gonna eat

Why you mad at me?

Why you mad at me?

That's how you gon' be

I'm still gonna eat

Niggas be like wa-wa-wa

Wa-wa-wa

Don't be mad

Go get a bag

Wa-wa-wa

Wa-wa-wa

Get in yo bag

You lookin' sad

WATCH FOR THE PIGS lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

(What the fuck is Dirty Nachos?)

(This Chicago, nigga)

Ay, put some cheese on that motherfucker

(Damn, son! Where'd you find this?)

Neighbors real nosey, weed real flunky

I'm a weed Junkie

Got filet cash, but I still eat baloney

Beef ravioli, turn to Master Chovey

Grab the macaroni, come and smack his homie

You know I got it on me, flat em like a Sony (Real trap shit)

Burn em like a phony

In Florida like I'm Tony

Bitches said she saw me, she thought she saw my Audi

Okay hoe, I'm outty, I just want the toppy

You said it was your hobby

Well, why you ain't do it sloppy?

Yeah, I got my moppy

Okay cool, you copy

Dare you try to rob me

Turn you to a zombie

Baby, you're a lil boy, he calling for his mommy

In a red car, getting head by a blondie

Chopper started laughing, I'm like this shit ain't funny

I might be wearing a see-through coat, you tryna find me

Yeah, we open, like a plaza

Screen a nigga, like a plasma

Got the pump, like some asthma

Spray your block, like a tagger

Foot down. It's going faster

Football, we gon' catch 'em

50 shots, it's a massacre

Taste some blood. Bitch, it's Dracula

With a boy band, call him spectacular

Uh-uh, he smoking regular

One of my hoes, BM was dragging her

They flipping gangs, these niggas spatulas

I know she fucking, bitch I'm a happener

She put it down, I have to laugh at her

She curious, to why I don't ride with her

Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up

Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up

Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up

Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up

Your pig ass ain't come around 'til I got my cabbage up

PROMENADE lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

Yung Rari, Yung Rari

R-r-r-r-r-r-rari

I know you going through some shit (Going through some shit)

Keep it going, you gon' be lit (You gon' be lit)

I know you dreamin' chains and a wrist (Chains and a wrist)

When you forty, is you gon' exist? (Is you gon' exist?)

Take my goals and scratch them off the list (Scratch them off the list)

And you know that we gotta pay the rent (Gotta pay the rent)

See them snakes and they're gonna hiss (They're gonna hiss)

Ain't no playin' me, girl I ain't no flick (Girl I ain't no flick)

Think she playin' me? Ain't that 'bout a bitch (Ain't that 'bout a bitch)

On my wrist, bitch, that is 'bout a brick, ay (That is 'bout a brick)

Come this way, play it like a mixtape, ay (Play it like a mixtape, yeah)

She say my dick is 'bout how much a brick weigh, yeah ('bout how much a brick weigh)

Niggas houses lookin' haunted, I won't even want that shit (No, no no)

He can have her, he want that bitch (Nah)

She like to listen to "That's It", she ain't know my dick was that big (Nah, nah)

Walk and talk then I hit my hit

Sara Lee let me get my bread, kick that bitch outta my bed (Get out)

You ain't hood, boy, you a fed, knock your ass out like Craig

I'ma journey in the middle like Shrek, I be on that shit all day

Beat went off again? Oh my God

What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (Lemonade, aye aye aye aye)

We got clips like the promenade (Promenade)

Blowin' up like a damn grenade (Boom, damn grenade)

I'ma arsenal tryna set a blaze (Set a blaze)

Cops try to get us everyday (Everyday)

Granny was on minimum wage (Wage, granny)

You a dog but I be bending the cage (Bending the cage, no)

I'm standin' in a line of damus (Yeah)

I'm standin' in the line, of lines (Lines)

If I ask how she doin', you know she fine (Bang bang)

I hit that bitch so hard she see sta-a-ars

Might have to beat her boyfriend, let me mo-o-opp

She told me get her Uber and three sta-a-ars

She like "why you ain't take me in your ca-a-ar?" (I'm like nah)

What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (Lemonade, aye aye aye aye)

We got clips like the promenade (Promenade)

Blowin' up like a damn grenade (Boom, damn grenade)

I'ma arsenal tryna set a blaze (Set a blaze)

Cops try to get us everyday (Everyday)

Granny was on minimum wage (Wage, granny)

You a dog but I be bending the cage (Bending the cage, no)

What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (Lemonade, aye aye aye aye)

We got clips like the promenade (Promenade)

Blowin' up like a damn grenade (Boom, damn grenade)

I'ma arsenal tryna set a blaze (Set a blaze)

Cops try to get us everyday (Everyday)

Granny was on minimum wage (Wage, granny)

You a dog but I be bending the cage (Bending the cage, no)

What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (Lemonade, aye aye aye aye)

We got clips like the promenade (Promenade)

Blowin' up like a damn grenade (Boom, damn grenade)

I'ma arsenal tryna set a blaze (Set a blaze)

Cops try to get us everyday (Everyday)

Granny was on minimum wage (Wage, granny)

You a dog but I be bending the cage (Bending the cage, no)

LOVE DON'T LIVE HERE lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

Y'all know what it is nigga, GBE baby, know how the fuck we rockin'

Somebody call the ambulance, I'm havin' an ice attack

All these motherfuckin' diamonds on me, brrp, bling, yeah

I know y'all be sitting back like: So ain't on none of that clout shit

We don't do shit for clout, we don't pull up just to stunt nigga

We just pull off a stunt nigga, ay

Watch just glisten, shit we still kickin'

Pull up to the 'rari lot, in some white linen

On some pig shit skin 'em, thousand dollar denim

Three thousand dollar pipe, you can get hit with 'em

Shells let off we've done it, nigga we just did 'em

Somebody gave me laxative, I ain't mean to shit 'em

And my shorty kill 'em, he ain't got to rip 'em

No I ain't a judge, I upped the gavel and appeal him

Blasting off, blasting off, in a NASCAR

They asked why I bought it, it's a fast car

Pull up to your ball game, hit the Mascot

I'll chase your ass down like a Jaguar

Car steady going, this bitch can't even stop

We don't want no beef, these niggas really cops

Pourin' up that 'wock, shit make me flock

Run up in the spot, forgot to hit my lock, on the cop

Oh he Muslim, believe in Allah, gotta X6M, I ain't even get a drop

Rippty-rippty-hot, skippty-dippty-clot

He feel like he real but he not, you can just get we got

I got a plane around my neck who want a flight

Gang slip bitch pull up you tryna try

Police ass niggas callin' the other guys

Send his ass in the up alley like Bob Hayes

I just took off and they hate that shit

Get that bitch a 40 told her engrave that shit

Lambo look like black hair like I braided that shit

And my name on it, I engraved that bitch

I just pulled it out man 'cause I said that bitch

Just took off I feel like I raised that bitch

I'm one of them niggas that don't play that shit

Ridin' with my bulldog smoking catpiss

I got the paprica, I got desert eagle, I love me senorita

Muy bonita, Eureka, she wanna see me she eager

Boy it's down this evening, you gon' be missing the season

Want beef? Give me a reason, I used to steal out the store

Now I pimp out the store, bitch, I'm peeling in the store

I got 50 racks and more, 16 ounces up in my coat

All this Off White like I promote, I just spent that on my yachty

You's a pendejo mayate, she just put you on the block page

Don't make me get back to my block ways, I need a mocha latte

I'm in the cockpit with the pilot, oh, you think that you not it

Bullets hit you let my watch hit, I got a .40 cal stop shit

I got a .45 drop shit, I was 16 with a cop stick

With a cop but that shit not nigga, lookin' for love it don't live here

Fuck you knockin' on the door for? Almost hit your with this .44

I'ma smack you with this chokehold, I'm in Tokyo no dojo

I might buy a speedboat, ho, and you know I got the ho-hoes

Sosa said I leave them Glo poles, light you up now it's a Glo show

It's lighting up bitch it's a Glo pole, she takin' pics up in a Glo room

You gotta go I got a show soon, I pull the car up out the show room

It's just for two you ain't got no room, bury your body in your old room

She tryna fuck she went to my old school, I started off feelin' like out school

Kay Kay like dad I ain't got no school, little shawty smart, man, she ain't no fool

Her friends told her "Yo dad is so cool", I bought some sticks but don't play no pool

You live in LA and ain't got no pool, you ain't shit boy you ain't got no pull

Girl, my engine sound so dull, aye

STATUS lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

Ayy

Ayy, Mike Will

Fuck should we do wit' these niggas, man?

Okay, okay, put him in the trunk (Trunk)

Put him in the forest, change his name to Gump (Gump)

Soon as I let the window down, you gon' smell the skunk (Dope)

Legendary, write my name in Rosetta Stone (Stone, ayy)

Yeah, you got a chain, but you a punk (Punk)

Yeah, I got a pump, I'll let it rock like punk (Punk)

Four pair of triple S's, bitch, you gettin' stomped (Buh, buh)

Speedin' in the foreign, pockets holdin' all the humps

Young rich homie, but I don't know that nigga Quan (Nah)

Neck on lagoon, boy, your shit be on pond (Huh?)

Snakes in the grass when we stompin' on the lawn (Stomp)

Been a bad boy, bitch, I feel like Martin Lawrence

And I'm gettin' head in a foreign, where I'm goin'? (Skrrt)

Gettin' a massage in a foreign while I'm drivin' (Skrrt)

All black truck, that bitch look like I'm hidin'

Took her to the hood and she mumbled, "Niggas savage" (Niggas savage, ayy)

Nigga, get a farm and get some cabbage (Ayy)

Nigga, get a farm and get some cabbage (Get some cabbage)

Nigga, get a farm and get some cabbage (Cabbage)

Nigga, get a farm and get some cabbage (Ayy)

I be trying to break my bad habits (My bad habits)

Diamonds singin' on a bitch like Lenny Kravitz (Like Lenny Kravitz)

Put you to a end like some credits (End)

Chopper put you up like a status (Bang)

When I pull up, you know I'm swaggin' (Swaggin')

He actin' like a killer, nigga braggin' (Nigga braggin')

Somebody tell security, let the bag in (Let the bag in)

Walk up in the club, get the backend (Get the backend)

They won't even know a nigga packin' (Packin')

I might be high, but I ain't lackin' (But I ain't lackin')

Flame a little blunt, don't stressin' (Don't)

Gotta have the lead 'cause bitches sketchy (Sketchy)

Four years probation, judge petty (Judge petty)

Oh, you think you got me? Let's get it (Let's get it)

Knock, knock, knock, bitch, it's FedEx (Knock, knock)

They can read about you on Reddit (On Reddit)

I'll put your life on Amazon (On Amazon)

Hoppin' out the Dawn like I've been a don (Been a don)

Niggas always sour like vinegar (Vinegar)

I'm trying to fit five, six bitches in the car (Bitches in the car)

I'm trying to fit five, six bitches in the car (Bitches in the car)

Niggas always sour like vinegar (Vinegar)

I'm trying to fit five, six bitches in the car (Bitches in the car)

Bitch, I'm on Saturn, 'bout to eat the moon (Moon)

She won't only eat the dick, the bitch will eat a shroom (Shroom)

Spider webbin' hoes, we gon' need a broom

It's 12 AM, but you won't see the noon (Noon)

Bitch, I've been a goon, I don't need a gun (Nah)

How you ride through my hood and you ain't see the guns?

Make the stick breakdance, I don't need no tunes

Tell your bitch, "Hey, baby, go in either room"

Let's get it

Pull up to the county, tell 'em, "Free the goons" (Huh?)

You always sad, I'm watching fuckin' sea bloom (Huh? Huh? Huh?)

Tell 'em, "Sip the red in the green room" (Ayy)

Crazy ass sandals at a cookout (Bang)

Security ass nigga, be a lookout

Where George at? I'm slidin' to the Bush house (Skrrt)

Act like I was east when it went south

Four piece on my neck, feel like Harold's (Bling, bling, bling)

"Sosa, is you straight?" Yeah, I'm narrow (Yeah)

Tell Robin Hood to sharpen up my arrows (Huh?)

Have my bitch beat a bitch, red sparrow (Bang)

And I'm havin' more stripes than a shelltoe (Shelltoe)

I be smokin' more trees than a Timberland (Timberland)

Hang him off a tree if I catch Zimmerman (Zimmerman)

Let his ass die, bitch, fuck the ambulance (Buh, buh, buh, buh)

Let his ass die, bitch, fuck the ER (Buh)

I'll drive a smart car through a street war (Skrrt)

Man, these niggas suckin' dick for some PR, ayy (Skrrt, skrrt, woo, woo, yeah)

You got a drum, I got a drum, let's have a beat war (Bang)

Blue jeans, gray jeans, let's have a jean war (Bang, bang)

Nigga, you need to close your eyes, you've never seen war (Bitch, woo, woo, woo, yeah)

Man, I'm fucked up, ridin' with that Glock docked

Make the gang beat your ass, bitch, I'm Papa Doc (Beat it)

Squally ass nigga, nigga, you a copper cop (Cop, squally)

When my locksmith pull up and pop a lock

'Posed to cock and pop, pussy, but you popped and dropped (Dropped)

And my son a fucking prince like he with Rap-A-Lot

Bang (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

Bang (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

Bang, bang (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

Bang, bang, bang (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

Yeah

Skrrt

Beat it

Cop

Squally

Pop it

And drop it

HARLEY QUINN lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

(Yung, 'Rari)

(R-R-R-Rari)

Ayy

Turn the lights off real quick

So you could see the shit still blingin'

(R-R-R-Rari)

Caught a fox, cut his tail off (Bang)

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

Blue Summer, turn into a red Fall

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Bitch, yeah)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm in the woods smokin' big 'Woods, I can see you on yo' Fronto shit (Dope)

Lil nigga, I'll take that shit from you before I ask you to front yo' shit (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)

Pulled up flexin' like the man

She say she see me on my Macho shit (Skrrt)

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)