True Religion Fein lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Yale Lucciani)

(True)

[Chorus:]
Ima true religion Fein, bitch what fuck you mean [2x]

Ima true religion fein [8x]

[Verse 1:]
I'm a true religion Fein, got them true religion jeans
Bitch what the fuck you mean
Suck my true religion dick
I been ballin bitch I'm micro
Get green call me geico
Click-clack now we walk like lypo
Fo' we put them bullets where yo life go
True religion every week (uhhh)
How could there be so many jeans
I gotta true religion bitch
She do this true religion dick

[Chorus:]
Ima true religion Fein, bitch what fuck you mean [2x]

Ima true religion fein [8x]

[Verse 2:]
True religion Fein
Ice up with the team
Light it up and lean
Smoke until I dream
Shit ain't what it seems
You might need some glasses
And my nighas bananas
This shit might get tragic
True religion Fein
300 for pants
You don't have a chance
Bitch I shop in France
Money make her dance
Bet she fuck my mance
Pop her with the baggy
Shit ain't what it seems
Shit ain't what it seems
You might need some glasses
And my niggas bananas
This shit might get tragic
True religion Fein
300 for pants
You don't have a chance
Bitch I shop in France
Money make her dance
Bet she fuck my mance
Pop her with the baggy
Break her with the clan
She be eatin dinnas
We don't need no witness
Move light like fitness
My true section ridiculous
Bitch I got the bag
Bitch I stand true
200 on shoes
Molar niggas rule

[Chorus x2]

Designer lyrics - Chief Keef

[Intro:]
I got love for some designer
I-I got love for some designer
[x2]
My bitch tatted, I call her designer
Parallel shit bitch don't get lined up
Bitch I'm tatted, I'm designer

[Hook:]
I got love for some designer
My bitch tatted I call her designer
When I get that check, buy nothing but designer
Pop the kush, swisher blunts, rolling nothing but designer
Shoot his face off, bitch we designer
Might be mixed matched but everything designer
Drinking fiji water, I call that designer
We them glory boys, bitch we be designer

[Verse 1 - Chief Keef:]
I got love for some designer
Parallel shit bitch don't get lined up
Ugh, ugh
Sosa on his prow
I'm that nigga, shit you get that all the time ugh
Yeah, I buy nothing but designer
Lotta kush, lotta blunts
I'm designer
Shoot his face off, I'm designer
And I'm truud down, but I'm designer
Bitch I'm tatted, I'm designer
OTF stuff, you know where to find us
They be cutting up like designer (bang bang)
Off a lot of dope, Bitch I be high as fuck (bang bang)

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Yo Gotti:]
Designer, Homicide put me in the line up
CMG, they tryna define us
Say it stand for Cars, Money, Grinders
I-I-I'm true to my religion bitch so start praying
The doors to the trap is open, Amen
Me and my nigga Sosa about to start (blah!)
A hundred shots coming out that black van (blah!)
Van, bullets gon design ya (Murder)
Run out with that work we gon come find ya
I rock Gucci, Louie, Prada like the song say
My money don't fold up, I keep it long ways (ways)

[Hook]

I Don't Know Dem lyrics - Chief Keef

[Chorus:]
This nigga looking at me like he want some
Pistol to his face if he owe some
My niggas keep them tools make em blow some
OTF they ride for Sosa

Riding with my hitters bitch we on some
Ride on an opp and then smoke them
Yea we keep them horns we will blow them
Who is these niggas, I don't know them

[Verse 1:]
GBE bitch we hot bitch we smokin
I'm chokin, what I'm smoking potent
I'm leaning, rolling and I'm totin'
You know where it's O and the no end

300 bitch don't make me bring them killers out
Real shit, free all my hitters out
Don't make me bring them killers out
Youse a dead man that ain't even written so

Tec chop like lawn mowers
Feds listening, shit, short convo
Hit a nigga with a combo
What I'm a fight for? My choppers drum roll

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Throwing L's up, Glocks up
Don't start us, can't stop us
Everywhere they spot us
Chopper light, kill a cop though

Word around this nigga Stevie
I don't a fuck with contacts, see me
I love getting tree-tree
Smoke kush get head by Kiki

I need that, I'm up now
A problem, we up now
My gun screaming "what?" now
You want that tough shit? Our guns act tough now

[Chorus]

Everyday lyrics - Chief Keef

[Intro:]
She say you be stuntin bitch that's everyday
She wanna chill with Sosa but not everyday
Everyday
Everyday
Everyday
She wanna chill with Sosa but not everyday

[Verse 1:]
I be smokin dope shit, that's everyday
3hunna swole, bitch we be up in the place
Don't care what you say, shit that's everyday
Sosa always with this nigga shit, that's everyday
Can't compare eye, cause I'm hot as fuck
I'm buying foreign cars and some tonka trucks
No snitchin' but we'll line you up
Shoot them bullets, ain't nobody hot as us
I'm a leo but my fuckin' birthday everyday
Hope I be at the awards fuckin' Mary Kate
I'm a leo but my fuckin' birthday everyday
Hope I be at the awards fuckin' Mary Kate

[Hook:]
She say you be stuntin, bitch that's everyday
All my money, go of dope, shit that's everyday
She wanna' chill with' Sosa, but not everyday
Fuck on any nigga bitch, shit that's everyday
Everyday, Everyday, Everyday, Everyday
Everyday, Everyday, She wanna' chill with' Sosa, but not everyday

[Verse 2:]
OTF, bitch I rep that shit like everyday
GBE, bitch I rep that shit like everyday
If you think it's chicken then it's bombs away
Ringin' down yo' block, make you run away
Man I get so high I can't pronounciate
Run up in yo' house where your money safe
We be makin' moves, shit that's everyday
I don't stack money, I spend it in everyway
Damn, all this money on my landline
Up all day, bitch we don't sleep we vampires
40 on my hip, click-clack then fire
We don't do this everyday, you's a damn liar

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Everyday
Everyday
Everyday
She wanna' chill with' Sosa, but not everyday

Trust None lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Johnny Maycash)

[Hook:]
Trust none, bitch I don't
Bitches on my dick but I know she want...
Fuck niggas, ion fuck with them
Ion trust no nigga... why not?
Cus they pussy niggas, they snake niggas...
They will turn on you, yes sir!
This bitch say ion trust her, ion give a fuck!
Ion trust myself, so what the fuck?

[Chief Keef:]
Trust none, bitch I don't
Wife a bitch, bitch I won't!
This loud, bitch I smoke
I got alot of dogs
Don't make me stick them on you

[Hook:]
Trust none, bitch I don't
Bitches on my dick but I know she want...
Fuck niggas, ion fuck with them
Ion trust no nigga... why not?
Cus they pussy niggas, they snake niggas...
They will turn on you, yes sir!
This bitch say ion trust her, ion give a fuck!
Ion trust myself, so what the fuck?

[Chief Keef:]
Trust none, bitch I don't
Wife a bitch, bitch I won't!
This loud bitch I smoke
I got alot of dogs
Don't make me stick them on you
Getting money, in my true religons
Bitch sosa day, its what you been missing
Rolling, I'm rolling bitch
I'm with a bad bitch my pistol she be holding it
Take it out and start shooting
We got alot of clips, you can say that this a movie
I'm cumming in her mouth, she ain't trynna bust none
So I kicked her out
O-block what I rep
You need some help if you disrespect chief sosaaa
Bitch I'm on, and purple lean what I'm sipping on

[Hook:]
Trust none, bitch I don't
Bitches on my dick but I know she want...
Fuck niggas, ion fuck with them
Ion trust no nigga... why not?
Cus they pussy niggas, they snake niggas...
They will turn on you, yes sir!
This bitch say ion trust her, ion give a fuck!
Ion trust myself, so what the fuck?

Save That Shit lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
She say she love me whatever that is (I don't know)
Do me a favor save that shit (bitch)
Like bad kids bitch we reckless
Ball hard sorta like taxes
He say he know sosa he be lackin'
Do me a favor save that shit
You fuck niggaz betta stay packin' a lot a standee clips no actor

[Verse:]
(BANG!) She said she know sosa he be flexin'
Pulla windows down smell da freshen
Good loud packs smell like cat piss
Hangin' out da roof young reckless
Rockin' in my roc jeans
Campaign Sosa every nigga following
I ain't with da arguing
My niggaz come CLICK CLACK no arguing
She say she love me whatever that is
We see a opp shit get hectic
A lot a standee clips no actor no sex bitch I only want da neck bitch

[Hook:]
She say she love me whatever that is (I don't know)
Do me ah favor save that shit (bitch)
Like bad kids bitch we reckless
Ball hard sorta like taxes
He say he know sosa he be lackin'
Do me a favor save that shit
You fuck niggaz betta stay packin' a lot a standee clips no actor

3Hunna (Remix) lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Soulja Boy)

[Intro:]
Sosa baby, you know I'm rockin baby
G.B.E., O'block
Bang bang
Nigga I'm three hunna bang

[Hook:]
I'm coolin with my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But nigga I'm three hunna
Click Clack, Pow, now he runnin
Don't be fuckin with my youngins
Them niggas be drummin
They take ya ass down shit we need them bricks or something
Keep this shit one hunna
I keep this shit three hunna
I pull up in that Audi
You pull up in that Honda

[Verse 1 - Chief Keef:]
A fuck nigga don't wanna be it
I like my bitch conceited
I'm sosa bitch, Chief Keef yeah
My gun don't make me beat it
I'm coolin with my young niggas
A lot of kush, a lot of guns nigga
You see you us you better run nigga
Bullets hot like the sun nigga
She like Sosa I'm a big fan
Bitch I'm leanin like a kickstand
I'm high I'm smoking ganja
Fuck a tugga gang bitch I'm 3hunna

[Hook:]
I'm coolin with my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But nigga I'm three hunna
Click Clack, Pow, now he runnin
Don't be fuckin with my youngins
Them niggas be drummin
They take ya ass down shit we need them bricks or something
Keep this shit one hunna
I keep this shit three hunna
I pull up in that Audi
You pull up in that Honda

[Verse 2 - Soulja Boy:]
A fuck nigga don't want that gun play
Set him up have him dead by Monday
Kush blunts in the ash tray
We gettin cash and we get that shit the fast way
I keep that shit 3 hunna
SOD and Young Munna
A fuck nigga don't wanna try me
I'm on the high way 20 pounds of Irene
She like Soulja Boy ya icy
Standin in the club in my white tee
A fuck nigga don't wanna fight me
I'll grab that AK and aim it at his mouthpiece

[Hook:]
I'm coolin with my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But nigga I'm three hunna
Click Clack, Pow, now he runnin
Don't be fuckin with my youngins
Them niggas be drummin
They take ya ass down shit we need them bricks or something
Keep this shit one hunna
I keep this shit three hunna
I pull up in that Audi
You pull up in that Honda

mixtape: "Bang" (2011)

• Fuck Niggas (Intro) lyrics - Chief Keef
• Setz Up lyrics - Chief Keef
• Itz Crackin' lyrics - Chief Keef
• Know About Me lyrics - Chief Keef
• Just In Case lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Gino)
• Bang lyrics - Chief Keef
• Smash lyrics - Chief Keef
• 12 Bars lyrics - Chief Keef
• What I Claim lyrics - Chief Keef
• Charlie Sheen Freestyle lyrics - Chief Keef
• Get It Jumping lyrics - Chief Keef
• In This Bitch lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Lil Reese)

Fuck Niggas (Intro) lyrics - Chief Keef

Sosa, BANG
OBlock OTF

Hit A nigga up I don't give a fuck
I do drugs till I'm dead
O'Block
Wic City bitch
Middle Fingers to shondale
Chief keef I go nuts in a fast car doing doughnuts
Shoot a nigga up then so what
That's what he get for being so tough
Run up on him
Put the gun up on him
Act pussy niggas whats to you bitch
Change his mind like 4 ways
Like a flat tire he need a fix
Hit a name off me you need it bitch
Goddamn i hate a conceited bitch
Ima shoot the clip till its empty bitch
Disrespect my bro gods
Got one lung
I smoke alot of kush
And why I don't know god
I got alot of niggas with alot of guns
That will use them then so god
Then so god
Kush smell like piss and rubber
Know I'm bout my bands
We rob who we shop with
Don't give a fuck it ain't my mans

Talking hoes niggas I keep that
Kush nigga, I weep that
You holding and we see that?
That money we gone need that!

You ain't shit but a stain nigga
Throw my first finger and my thumb up
That's a L nigga, to the brain nigga
That's all I'm saying nigga

Setz Up lyrics - Chief Keef

BANG BANG
BANG BANG
BANG BANG
BANG BANG

Put your techs up, put your macs up
SK's HK's, put your gats up
Put your setz up, put your setz up
Put your setz up, put your setz up

Put your techs up, put your macs up
Sk's hk's put your gats up
Put your setz up, put your setz up
Put your setz up, put your setz up

Put your setz up, put your setz up
From the other side you get wet up
We don' believe in luck, but im next up
Have that ambulance come and get up
Shoot his fuckin' face, blood on my sneaks
We got a lot of heat, we can shoot for weeks
You a dead nigga, in big words, deceased
I ain't gotta talk, let this choppa speak
Ima go nuts, dont worry 'bout it
Gon' kill me bitch nigga, don't be a girl about it
Otf man, cause niggas snitches
Throwin' L'z up till I'm dead or in prison
Fuck a MOB, put money over bitches
Fuck a Shondale, Imma rot in hell
Imma maintenance man, I gotta lotta nails
Attitude stink, kush what you smell

Put your techs up, put your macs up
SK's HK's, put your gats up
Put your setz up, put your setz up
Put your setz up, put your setz up

Put your techs up, put your macs up
Sk's hk's put your gats up
Put your setz up, put your setz up
Put your setz up, put your setz up

Itz Crackin' lyrics - Chief Keef

[Intro:]
I was chillin smokin loud
She like ain't you Chief Keef
Yeah the famous Chief Keef
Bang
Sosa
O Block

GBE OTF

[Verse 1:]
I was chillin smokin loud
She like ain't you Chief Keef
Yeah the famous Chief Keef
Now she wanna freak me
But She already know
She gotta do the team
Yeah yeah the the team
Yeah yeah the the team
I'm all about my green
Make a stupid roll it seem
We see money when that 30 fifth cappin with the beam
I got a lot of killas nigga you not anything
Run a bitch that you love and leave her with a dream
Bitch nigga it's crackin
Get off the porch no lacks
Ridin on you slide the door back
Like applauds nigga we clappin
We take what you taxin
Split it even like magic
Fredo he it the cut make it verry scary like Freddy

[Chorus:]
You sneak dissin What's hannin
Dem guns split you It's crackin
Two Foo No stackin
Ridin round With dem ratchets
You want it I got it
Bitch Nigga It's crackin
O T F In the party
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
You ain't bout That action
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
When them bullets Flyin at ya
Bitch nigga It's Crackin

[Verse 2:]
Wats crackin ts crackin fa Frado it's crackin
Fa Reese Money I'm crackin keep ya eyes open no lackin
Hot 6 hunnet come clap you
Bullets come tackle
Bullets bouncin like rabbits like I said nigga it's crackin
One in the head clip in my pocket you know it's a 30
Somethin pop off that clip and then click ckack then bernie
Goes the Mac nigga hollows fat nigga rippin through godzillas back nigga
Have yo bitch suckin my dick nigga the hit that loud pack nigga
Big E nigga he gon let it go E-Dawg gon let it blow
When shit get so technical erase niggas like schedules
O Block jus to let you know
Kill the world jus to let you know
R I P Lil Mo
That's why if I die I gots to go

[Chorus:]
You sneak dissin What's hannin
Dem guns split you It's crackin
Two Foo No stackin
Ridin round With dem ratchets
You want it I got it
Bitch Nigga It's crackin
O T F In the party
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
You ain't bout That action
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
When them bullets Flyin at ya
Bitch nigga It's Crackin

Know About Me lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
These Bitches Know About Me
These Bitches Know About Me
Said These Bitches Know About Me, (Chief Keeeef) [x4]

[Verse 1:]
On Loud So Dazed Bitch I'm Loud For Days
And I'm Stayin On Top Like A MotherFuking Raise
I'm Bout Gettin Paid These Bitches Know About Me
If Not They Insane They Can't Fuck Round Wit Chief Keef
Im Gone Bitch, Don't Fuck Around With Them Snitches
And I Fuck Around Wit Them Gats So Don't Fuck Around And Get Missing
Fuck Around And Take Yo' Bank Snatch Yo Earring And Yo Chain
Then I Fuck Around And Fuck Yo' Bitch Better Not Tell Me I Can't
Bitch I'm Rollin Up Dem White Owls Dem Swishers They Dont Stick
And I'm Torchin Up Back To Back Tryna See How I Get Rich
She Usin Teeth Suckin My Dick, Bitch Get Up Off My Dick
I Got Guides Take A Pick Made Her Do A Couple Tricks Cuz I'm Chief Keef

[Hook:]
These Bitches Know About Me
These Bitches Know About Me
Said These Bitches Know About Me, (Chief Keeeef) [x4]

[Verse 2:]
Bitch You Know About Me, Ridin Round Wit That Heat
Countin That 4 G's
Got That Yellow Bitch In My Seat
Ion Fuck Around With Sheeps
I'm Talkin Bout That Loud, Free My Bro Tylee
Its In June When He Get Out We Gone Kick In A House
And Hit His Thang For A Couple Thousands'
SD That's My Nigga, And He Got A Po Tale Lemme Get Rid Em
Rockin True Religion Denim And I Nut On That Bitch Face
Just To Show I Ain't No Lemon
That Loud Got Me Trippin Cock Back This Pistol
Then Pull The Trigger, Put Like 6 In 'Em
My Brain So Fucked Up Man I Think Its That Loud
Yall Be Smokin That Mild Open Up The Crowd Cuz I'm Chief Keeeef

[Hook:]
These Bitches Know About Me
These Bitches Know About Me
Said These Bitches Know About Me, (Chief Keeeef) [x4]

These Bitches Know About Keeef, These Bitches Know About Keef
Said These Bitches Know About Me

Just In Case lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Gino)

[Hook: Chief Keef]
We gorillas out here, apes
Put guns to your face
We keep 30s in them clips
Shoot a movie just in case
In an all black suit, put his ass in the case
Ya'll boys be smoking mild, what we smoke is grade A
L's up, everyday, 2-4 just in case
What I'm gonna do today, shoot a nigga in his face
Guns filled to the max
I know you feel the bass
And I don't wanna feel my face, pop a pill just in case

[Verse 1 - Chief Keef:]
So much loud to the head that I can't feel my face
30 bullets in the clip, you know they can get replaced
Gorilla, I'm an ape
Bullets burn just like mace
Hit the boy, pull that cake
Don't get shot in the face
If you run, bullets chase
Make his ass shake
And we 300 deep with them L's in your face
The guns we be packin'
Don't get caught lackin'
I don't see you in these streets, Imma catch your ass in traffic
Bitch, I'm a savage
I'll rob who's living lavish
Like d-heads to that dope
For that kush, I'm an addict
No pops so I'm a bastard
Getting money, watch me master it
If you an op, fuck the cops
We'll leave your ass Casper

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Gino Marley:]
Yeah that Ruger I be clappin'
And I'm all about the action
Pistol toting is a habit
I'm a get money fanatic
And the shit all through the world so you know I gotta have it
Bout that bag, bout that cash
Loud smoke cause I'm an addict
Keep the coke up in the attic
Got the 30 out in traffic
Bout to bang, I let them have it
I'm not with the lackin'
No slackin', no cappin'
In the field we play for keeps
Straight grind, no sleep
We been at this shit for weeks
Out lurking, staining geeks
And the money is a must, so it's a must that I eat
And the guys do the same so we just have a feast
In the belly of the beast
And the rules M.O.E.: Money Over Everything

[Hook]

Bang lyrics - Chief Keef

Bang, Bang, Bang Bang Bang

[Hook:]
That Smokes got me gone you can hear it in the air
We on top like some stairs
I Don't give no fuck I be going to hell
Can't fuck around with bitch niggas (bitches)
Because they be acting like hoes (hoes)
There's a lot hoes out here though
But (I'm a let this hamma blow
Like... Bang, Bang, Bang Bang Bang
Bang, Bang Bang Bang Bang
Bang, Bang) [x2]

[Verse 1:]
Choppers get let off (let off)
Now they don't want no war (they don't)
30 clips and them 4'5s gotta go back to that store
And that kush getting smoked gotta go back to the store
Cock back at the store, my man's gone blow
So they ass better get low
Or get hit
Oh shit
That bulldog make his ass split
I'm tring to get rich
Fuck a bitch
Or 54 ways to get hit
I'm talking this dick
If she snitch, she can get the 30 clip
All we know is bang and then dip
And them bangers hollow tips
I swear to God that shit dead
And show niggas how we do it
We got big hawks and eagles
That's gone knock you off your shoes
You better be a smart nigga
On that R.I.P dark nigga
Two Bangas going hard nigga
Soft nigga go hard nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Block 9
Tech9 39.45
When we hit him he ain't coming back
Smoking loud this buddy loud, so I ain't coming back
And I'm Chief Keef bitch
Off of Pill I feel like E.T bitch
Do a bitch spin like CD bitch
Can't get caught by CPD bitch
My nigga dooski he got my back
Just bring a 9 we ain't got a mack
You better listen we got the mack
And on ya back we make nolia clap
We got 50 shot tech's so don't get wet
We gone make some bullets rain on your block
Your bitch sucking all on my cock
On my block we the chop shop
Smoking stank all we know is bang
Fuck run a train
We gone roll a train
Big propane like novacane
Chief Keef bitch I'm so insane
And there's dough boys I run with with
City in black gates
Young money in 4'6
Flip a nigga like Patti cake

[Hook]

Smash lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Ho you know I'm that nigga, finger on the trigger
I can't pass on a nigga, so I smash on that nigga
I'ma smash on that nigga, so I smash on that nigga (x5)
I'ma Smash

[Verse 1:]
Know that I'm that nigga, follow me on Twitter
Two 50 shot macs, 100 shots for that nigga
Got a crazy loud affect, all you smell on me is kush
Bitch I'm rolling off a pill
Catch 8, like a hook
Man, my niggas we be swole
Ready to blow them poles
We on ready, set, go, we charge his ass like rhinos
Want beef? We turn up
Watch me shoot him in his face
Pour a four in my sprite, more loud on the way
See that kush I'ma smoke until I fucking choke
See They Got Pounds On The Smoke
He Can Get His ass polled
See I'm Chief Keef and these bitches know about me
Team King Dart Gang bitch Nigga, 300 GBE
And I'm screaming A.O.N
And blowing loud with DJ Kenn
Make a stupid horror scene
Then I'm gone in the wind
No we ain't gon' fight, but he gon' get shot by tonight
I be off all types of shits
Make bullets fly like kites

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
All we know to do is smash, on a peon nigga ass
And this purple smell like grass
And that green like some cash
Smash on that nigga he don't want to up on his knocking
Better stop it before we cock it, then go inside his pockets
We smash on niggas, blow kush on niggas
In a party off a pill, then we push on niggas
So what you talking 'bout? Have them guys outside your house
Ready to smash on you and whoever else coming out
If you smash on niggas, then throw Your Ls Up
Because these niggas know we deliver bullets like mail trucks
Nigga open this vault, or get hit with this pole
When we let these hammers go, you think it's July The 4th
Bitch I'm out here with my hammer up
When cops come, my hammer tucked
And I'm all about my money stacks
So I gotta get my sandwich up
That smash, nigga jump off
Let the gun talk, let some off
Then fuck a bitch I got one off

[Hook]

12 Bars lyrics - Chief Keef

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Goddamn my swag O.D
No seeds in my weed
30 clip in my waist
Bullets spraying like sheen
I'm hitting shit low-key
Like my nigga Odee
RIP Odee, that was the bro-skey
I'm living life fast
Can't give a nigga no pass
And bitch trained to go, so on sight I'm gon' blast
Kush got me chokin'
Let's toast if you blowin'
Let's smoke if you hittin'
Let's roll if you rollin'
Sosa blowing, he ain't goin'
It's killing season for these fuck niggas when I get to blowin'
Smoke on the low end
And I ain't with the romance
You gotta do the team, for 300 she go in

What I Claim lyrics - Chief Keef

Smoke kush ain't comin down
I'm wit the smoke at the top
Guns fill like cans bitch
Them kind things we let it pop

Cdai got 22 shots
Plus michael jordan one through the top
It's 300 600 shit
Try that you get popped

Bullets hit your fucking chest
Clips full like gas tanks
I'm on a block we call O' block
Run through an attach you like a gas tanks

U don't believe that shit stank
Thats when we make yo ass think
Catch up I'm too fast
Thats why I'm in the fast lane

O.T.F. thats wixxy
Young money no 5-1
Lamron fo 6 shit hit
Senden shots to them 5-1

I'm on it now wit poo-poo
Oh yes he will shoot you
Pop pills and shooten niggas
Thats why I'm goin coo-coo

[Hook:]
All my niggas grinding
O.T.F. behind me
If he dont mind me
You know where to find me

Always money over a dumb bitch
L'z over them fuck niggas
In the back we go rag a hunnid
Ima looney toon betta duck nigga

Cuz ima let this gun bang
Cuz this shitz ain't fo Lame
Its F.T.O. its my radar
So I stay in my lane

$o$a thats my name
Yo bitch screamin my name
Can't fuck wit oppositions
Nigga you can't claim what I claim

Shoot a niggas arms off
Pussy niggas can't catch 9!
Big clips for the set now
89's and tech 9's

Throw a head on M.O.B
For that that nigga lil steve
Pop pills and movin fast
And all these brothers that could breathe

We ridin past them bullets flyen past
Make a lowzy nigga feal me
Kill my lil bro man
Ya yall niggas run up

Ya we march up yo block
Make a horror scene like monsta's
Catch fam at ace tags
Blam his ass that lammy tech

I'm 300 ill killa nigga
Ya I got mass setz
600 catch em at carter
I know it well like parker

We don't turn off we start up
And every day I'm harder
Alotta niggas with alotta gunz
Real niggas betta folla

[Hook:]
All my niggas grinding
O.T.F. behind me
If he don't mind me
You know where to find me

Always money over a dumb bitch
L'z over them fuck niggas
In the back we go rag a hunnid
Ima looney toon betta duck nigga

Cuz ima let this gun bang
Cuz this shitz ain't fo Lame
Its F.T.O. its my radar
So I stay in my lane

$o$a thats my name
Yo bitch screamin my name
Can't fuck wit oppositions
Nigga you can't claim what I claim

Charlie Sheen Freestyle lyrics - Chief Keef

Sosa, Sosa, Sosa

That cash well, I gotta get it
I be kush smokin yeah I admit it
I was born with this shit nigga
So pussy nigga I'm dyin with it
What's up with all these square niggas (fuck niggas)
And they don't wanna be L's now
Keep ya head up, it's war time
And on your block you can't sell now
Guns sing like Kellz now
Deliver bullets thats mail time
We got hang time and smoke time
We ain't got time for jail time
Start tons a shit thats drill time
And with this hammer get nailed down
And we took our connect down
He ain't got shit to sell now
I'm Sosa, I'm Sosa
Bitch I dun told ya
She on me like holsters
And on her wall are my posters
I do drugs. (PERIOD)
Pop beans and sip lean
Smoke kush no regg dawg
And ¿'nemie well enties'?
Is stay out in traffic, bitch I ain't no house nigga
Don't care bout no bitch nigga
Money be my spouse nigga
Sosa make the party rock, standin' on a couch nigga
It's OTF three times, and three fingers I'm out nigga

Get It Jumping lyrics - Chief Keef

Sosa
O' Block
Bang [x11]

Let's get this shit jumping
Get these hoes bussin'
Nigga's sneak dissin'
Well they ain't sayin' nothin'
Them bullets get the touchin'
Them veins get the bussin'
Cause bullets come a dozen
And they burn like a oven
I'm a sick mothafucka'
Loud beat my robatussin'
And I can't keep count of these bitches I be fuckin'
I'll shoot a nigga down
Bitch I'm kinda off, I grew up in this shit
Goin' by what I saw
Alotta real nigga's they was gettin' money
So now I'm on the block nigga rain, sleet, or sunny
OTF runnin', I fucks wit' Young Money
I make one phone call yeah Cortez he comin'
Wit' the Young Money, Kush stankin' like onions
Edai you been my nigga, introduced me to six hunnid
D-Rose what up, you scoring shit I hear
Keep ya head up out here, Every year is our year

We, kinda fucked up
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me man
[?]
Free my nigga Juice
Free my nigga Top
Free all the guys man
All My L's niggas
All My Wiic City O'Block Niggas man
All My front street Glory Boyz man
Ya know. OTF bitch
All my young money niggas man,
All my 300 hundred savage's man
Bang [x5]

In This Bitch lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Lil Reese)

[Hook:]
What I demand in this bitch
Some bands in this bitch
Some bands in this bitch
What I demand in this bitch
That loud got me lit
So bitch get up off my dick
Cause I demand in this bitch
Some bands in this bitch
[x2]

[Verse 1 - Chief Keef:]
Bitch nigga we drill, forreal
So don't fuck around and get killed
On probation but I'm still
Chasin' that bag till I get killed
Money be the medicine cause bitch we need it
And those snitch niggas don't see it
Like Michael Jackson they ass can beat it
Hit a bitch once then she know I'm leaving
And they say I'm hot, but bitch I'm steamin'
On my dick for no apparent reason
Taking off ain't what it's seemin'
God be tellin' me that I'm a demon
I be smoke be the color of lemon
That loud pack what I'm meaning
"I need money" what I'm screaming
And like kickstands bitch I'm leaning
Bitch I go hard, can't fuck with me
Yo baby momma know Chief Keef
And every time I come around
Yo baby momma, she see me
I like gettin' tree tree
Wit a bad bitch named Keke
Tried to fight, you'll hear ping ping
This a drill bitch, get hit ding ding

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Lil Reese:]
I just hit anotha lick
Stained his ass cause he a vic
Hollow tips all in my gun
30 poppa for the clips
Catch me snoozin', this ain't that
I got bands all on my wrist
He just acting, he a bitch
I know he ain't wit tha shits
I know he ain't wit tha shits
Shoutout to yo main bitch
Free da guys all in this bitch
64th man we do hits
Pop a pill, I'm off tha shits
Now I'm feelin' like tha shit
Famo steady talking slick
I pay no mind yo man cause he a snitch
Now let's take it to yo bitch
She eater she do dicks
She gon' bust and then we dip
Cause I'm the man in this bitch
What I demand in this bitch
Boy that remy kept me lit
Tell you bitch get off the dick
Cause I'm the man in this bitch

[Hook]

Chief Keef other songs:

Ain't Nothing lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Been gettin' money since '08 summer
I been riding hunnids
That ain't nothin' That ain't nothin'
I been getting money been spending money boy that's little money
That ain't nothin' That ain't nothin'
Made it out the jects now I'm on a jet
Still throwing up my set
DJ Khaled we the best
With Wop on Bouldercrest
Thats the way show no stress
Thats your bitch she showin' stress
It ain't nothing its a test nigga

[Verse 1:]
Pull up in that wet, throwin' up my set
Hot shit you get wet nigga
It ain't none of that nigga
It ain't none if this
What you want with this
You you don't war with this where ya boys is
Hit that bank on that Lloyd shit, grown boy shit
Pistol knock your ass out it be on that Floyd shit
In my lane bunch of bullshit
I can do it
And my pistol imma scoot it at your
In ya head now your dead nigga
Where ya bread nigga
In the field, where ya lead nigga
Yous a dead nigga
In my hand, its some bread nigga
I throw bread nigga
Where I live in the strip club
I'm the man nigga
Shawty Lo I done dun dun dun all these hoes
How we roll we gone come through and stop the show
Let me know where my fuckin' bread then I adios
Out ya hears in my fuckin' whip they like where he go

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Grandma house sellin' dope out the back door
Cops coming, I run out nigga
Here they come knockin' at my door
I be out the door with my dope and my rolls
In Iraq fuck lil Mexico
I be smoking Citgo and Texaco
Gas, premium mane you know
I let her hit it then I strech your ho
I'm like whoa
She said she be snorting coke
She want coke
I told her I be riding in them fucking totes with the Glo
Pull up on a nigga bust a move
Which one of you niggas gonna shoot
I'm ready I'm finna shoot the fuck up and lace my boot
Now we finna shoot the muthafuckin' pistols gettin' loose

All I Care About lyrics - Chief Keef

[Intro:]
All I care about is money... [x2]
All I care about is hundreds... [x2]
Hundreds, Fifties, and Twenties...
All I care about is money...
Hundreds, Fifties, and Twenties...

[Hook:]
All I care about is money
All I care about is hundreds
All I care about is fifties
All I care about is twenties
All I care about is my wear abouts
R.I.P. my niggas they In heaven now
All I care about now is keeping them weapons around
Say he pulling up we gone wet him down... That's all I care about

[Verse 1:]
Where yo coke boy? My choppa down...
You don't wanna hear this choppa sound...
Now I gotta bring my choppa around...
Heard these bitch niggas be plotting man...
My 4-O is a semi now...
I don't hang with 50 now...
Bitch my watch cost bout' 50 thou..
And my chain cost a HEMI now...
And my house cost 4 now...
Now I'm trynna make the Forbes now...
Sneak diss, yo block a morgue now...
This shit getting boring now...
A show 50, A verse 20, A tweet 10 now
B.U.S.I.N.E.S.S. thats my friend now
Niggas sneak dissing they bitches. I be with Ben now
Thats the only nigga I depend on..

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
All I care about get guap, get in and out...
The ones I care about, I don't live with now...
Thats my Granny now, and my Mommy now...
I need a Grammy now, for my Granny now...
Got my socket now, out my pocket now...
I'm tall like Yao, its my Houston Rocket now...
Come through fouling, we gone need a ref right now...
My gun knows martial arts need a black belt right now
This niggas bitch just hit me up, say she need sex right now...
Gave her to the bros I ain't on deck right now...
This nigga hit me up, say he upset right now...
Don't get mad, get a check right now...
That's all I am about, all I care about, and wanna hear about...
That's all I Marry now, what you'll get buried about
The only thing I know, bitch I'm fetty now...

[Hook]

Bang (Remix) lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Lil B the Based God)

Remix

[Hook:]
(Yeah Basedgod Yeah Yeah Yeah Remix Chitown What it do [?] Woo Woo Swag Swag Yeah Basegod Basedgod)
That Smoose got me gone you can hear in the air
We on top like some stairs
I Don't give no fuck I be going to hell
Can't fuck around with bitches (bitches)
Because they be acting like hoes (hoes)
There's a lot hoes out here though
But (I'm a let this Hammer blow
Like... Bang, Bang, Bang Bang Bang
Bang, Bang Bang Bang Bang
Bang, Bang) [x2]

[Verse 1: Lil' B]
My niggas know this here
I will fucking you take you out
I don't talk off out of the mouth
I just come in with that Glock
Niggas know I took that case
I was facing 36
I had blood upon my hand and I still ain't say shit
Niggas talk about that black mask
I still got that black mask
I'll come out of retirement
And I'll have you looking like Batman
And shouts out to B-Unit
Wasn't old enough for D-Unit
And brangdang and bang, bang
Bitch Basedworld we the new movement
Shouts out to Chief Keef
That Nigga is my pedigree
I don't speak on it but really homie
Niggas getting fed clips for real homie
AK got the dick on it
Yeah bitch, this Lil' B
I still rock that pink shirt
And murk a nigga up in the streets

[Hook:]
(You feel me, I fuck with my nigga Chief Keef
Remix, Yeah, Remix Chicago Bay Area Thuggin')

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Block 9
Tech9 39.45
When you hitting me ain't coming back
Smoking loud this buddy loud, so I ain't coming back
And I'm Chief Keef bitch
Off of Pillar I feel like E.T bitch
Do a bitch [?] like CD bitch
Can't get called by CPD bitch
My nigga Dewski he got my back
Just bring a 9 we ain't got a mack
You better listen we got the mack
And on ya back we make annoyant clack
We got 50 shot text so don't get where
We gone make some bullets rain on your block
Your bitch sucking all on my cock
On the block weed of the shopping shop
Smoking stank all we know is bang
Fuck run a train
We gone roll a train
Big propane like novacane
Chief Keef bitch I'm so insane
And there's dough boys I'm round with
City in black gates
Young money in 4'6
Flip a nigga like Patti cake

[Hook]

Beetle Juice lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Fredo Santana)

[Hook:]
Fredo Out The Cut, come and rob you cause we need it
Bally got the semi, he gonna blast it when he see you
Tray Savage got the Mac, he gonna shoot at yo damn teeth and
Tadoe got my Tec, better run, he gon' leave you
Where you standin' at? Cause that's what we do
And I roll around in a car with something illegal
And I ain't got no license, so I am illegal
No I ain't no beetle but I got that beetlejuice

I don't let it squeeze boo, unless I need to
You ain't gotta worry boo, I know how to handle two
I mean handle tool, up this pole I damage you
Leave you where you standin' too
You, him, and your crew
Baby, I'm a bandit boo, think I need a band-aid too
And I'm ridin' in my coupe and I got my semi too
And I'm ridin' heavy too with my pistol ready to shoot
And I'm finna shoot, bullets enter into you

Gino got that Desert Eagle
Justo tote a clip its see thru
Republican totin' a burrito
Baretta, shoot you in your damn throat
Blood dead, made niggas bleed through
I smoke Swishas, who said it was sweet though?
I still come and rob you for your kilo
You know you ain't catch no body bout a week ago

[Hook]

[Fredo Santana:]
Fredo in the cut. hell yeah I'm ready to shoot somethin'
Stomp a nigga out. wheat timbs with my double cup
All I need some lean. hell yea. need two cups
Need my dick sucked. fuck one bitch. I need two sluts
Call my plug up. tell him what the fuck he taxin' for?
I don't even give a fuck. Blood folks kick it though
You ain't talkin' money man? What the fuck you talkin' for?
Shoot this pistol on my lap. Fuck you think I'm toting it for?

[Hook]

Close That Door lyrics - Chief Keef

Aye
Close that door
Aye
Close that door
Aye

Close that door
Come in and close that door
What the fuck you want? I need to close this door
Close the door

That fuck nigga ain't just close that door, blow his throat
That fuck nigga ain't just know his role, blow his nose
That fuck nigga steady acting slow, I'm a blow his brain
Cops grab me, I be acting slow, "I don't know his name!"
Close that door, close that door
The feds watching me, they ain't got nothing to do
I got ran up upon, the cops came in like, "You!"
You the one that's selling the blows, that 62
I got a 17 5 pack, I charge it 62
I got hoes for sale, for top it's 52
Gave that bitch 200 dollars, took the fin and threw it
She sucking dick, you hold the bags, you silly you
Now close that door behind yourself, you lil' fucking dummy
Close that door behind yourself, you ain't getting no fucking money
Close that door, girl, don't you see I'm counting this fucking money?
And the feds watching, and I'm still fucking stunting

Aye
Close that door
Aye
Close that door
Aye

Close that door
Come in and close that door
What the fuck you want? I need to close this door
Close that door

Cuz My Gear lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Riff Raff)

Bang

Bang bang

[Hook:]
She just really jock me cause my gear
She just really want me for my ear
She just really like me for my watch
She just really like me for my car

[Riff Raff:]
Holograms on my hand gave me a tanned wrist
Diamonds dancing on my fist look like a blank disc
Teriyaki suit with the lemon Fanta
Heavy weight, heartburn: Mylanta
Adversaries call me on my Blackberry
Now I'm in the laundry mat: Darryl Strawberry
On my cell phone, now I'm on my iPhone
She thought it was a cat phone
Now I'm on my bat phone
Hanging fangs down like a vampire ("Twilight!")
Sapphires dancing on my hand like a campfire ("Dancing!")
Camp counselor, living in the lap of luxe
Double cheese deluxe in the penguin tux

[Hook]

[Chief Keef:]
That bitch rub me cause she know I keep it real ("3 Hunna")
Say she don't like a nigga that's gon squal (nah!)
Well listen baby, I'm a keep it real
You know you ain't got shit, come in here
Butter blunt of kush in the air
And I won't feed you lies to your ears
Cause niggas better calm down before they hear
A lot of gun sounds in the air ("bang bang!")
I won't wife her keep it pimpin over here
Gucci shirts, we ain't simple over here ("Gucci!")
Fuck, nigga mad cause his bitch jockin
And I be flexin up the Maseratis, flex!

[Hook]

Emojis lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. King Peno)

[Chief Keef:]
Since that bitch like emojis
She like to text emojis
I sent her a emoji like don't call my phone please
No I don't like macaroni
No you didn't cook it for me
That bitch make me wish I never made that song, she get the stalkin trophy
Ballin bitch I'm Kobe
You ain't Ballin hard I don't know you
Damn bitch you nosey, please don't touch my phone please
I send that hoe emojis
You too high you gon blow me
Ridin smokin O.G
No I don't fuck with no G
Emojis emojis the bitch like textin emojis
Emojis emojis
So I send emojis emojis emojis
And now we send emojis emojis emojis
and all she read is emojis

[King Peno:]
She sent me an essay, I send back emojis
Don't like conversation, bitch you must not know me
Emojis emojis bitches love emojis
I never send to much cuz I just send emojis
Smokin so much dope got the room real fogey
I hardly text back so the hoes call me foney
And when I text back
Man it only be emojis emojis emojis
I only use emojis

[Chief Keef:]
Emojis emojis the bitch like textin emojis emojis emojis
So I send emojis
Emojis emojis
And now we send emojis emojis emojis
And all she read is emojis

Flat Line lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. King Louie)

[Intro:]
Young Chop on the beat
(Shout to 3Hunna) Sosa baby Lou what it do baby
GBE baby

[Hook:]
Run up on me you get flat lined
I’m buying AK’s and Mags now
I said bitch look at my background, she wanna let me smash now
Fuck nigga we ain’t feeling yall, unless we pull up in that foreign
Bitch I’m balling like I’m a Jordan
I said we full of ignorance

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Bitch my ice shine so bright, bitch you need me in your life
I’m 3Z row twice, O-Block bitch for life (o-block)
Said she like me cuz my name Ray (Sosa)
And I said money ain’t a damn thing, I spend it on the same thing
Same Gucci belts with same jeans (Gucci [x2])
I’m smoking, I’m in god’s turf
Start shooting that’s fireworks
Wrist black, that’s oil work, Dirty money that’s hard work

[Hook:]
Run up on me you get flat lined, I’m buying AK’s and Mags now
I said bitch look at my background, she wouldn’t let me smash now
Fuck nigga we ain’t feeling yall, unless we pull up in that foreign
Bitch I’m balling like I’m a Jordan
I said we full of ignorance

[Verse 2: King Louie]
20 Thousand O, hundreds coming through a check [x3]
Got a hunnit in the I don’t leave opponents wet
Got on shit that ain’t out yet, I’m too cool, they reject
Use your brain and could eject, Bend it up, pockets erect
Throw a bands in my settum
Flies, fuck like a jet,
Got a bitch from the Jets, pussy tight and it’s wet
We young rich and ignorant
Purple mixed up in the rex
My life’s a movie so intense, a decade for the rims
No tents, superman flo can’t
Goldie bitch, I po pimp
Mack a bitch, then crack her shit
She pop her gums, and smack her lips
I spin in cash and stack up chips
Get wasted and fuck new chicks
M.O.B. until I RIP, poor script

[Hook:]
Run up on me you get flat lined, I’m buying AK’s and Mags now
I said bitch look at my background, she wanna let me smash now
Fuck nigga we ain’t feeling yall, unless we pull up in that foreign
Bitch I’m balling like I’m a Jordan
I said we full of ignorance

Fuck Rehab lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Blood Money)

[Intro - Chief Keef:]
Fuck rehab [x4]
Fuck rehab, let's just see shells
Fuck rehab [x3]
Fuck rehab, let's just see shells
Bullets flying like mail, fuck rehab

[Hook - Chief Keef:]
(Oh, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah) Fuck rehab [x4]

[Verse 1 - Chief Keef:]
Bitch, I be smoking dope, what you mean?
Niggas be like "Don't try Almighty Sosa, he got them things"
Them bitches go "ping-ping!" 30 in this ning ding!
Fuck rehab, rehab make me laugh
Bitch, I'd rather be up in jail, getting a lot of mail!
Like "Almighty Sosa, that's you? Smoking on dope with your crew?"
You don't know me? What the fuck you talking bout?
Nigga, all I remember is selling dope out grandma house
Let me get them hitters, I'm coming out the cut, getting loud now
And that ain't even registered, they come and clean the shit up like pronto
I could be on the block running 'round shooting shit up like Rambo
But the judge gonna lock me up for smoking a little dope (fuck rehab)

[Hook x2 - Chief Keef]

[Verse 2 - Blood Money:]
Who are you? Where are you from? Bitch, I'm a Glo, is you dumb?
Somebody cut out his tongue, blow that four nickle with him
You might not have no more arms, 22k for my charm
Fuck is you doing? I'm money pursuing, I'm probably some kin to Saddam
Too many uppers, I'm numb, too many uppers, I'm numb
See the Glo Gang and they run, see the Glo Gang and they run
I'm 'bout to go buy me some guns, when they releasing my funds?
Run up on every M.O.B. that I see, leave them with half of a lung
My migo just sent me a ton, I paid them, I owe 'em for one
You turning, we talking with guns, you owe me, I come for your son
Don't play with my niggas, my niggas not going for nu'un
It's sticking on niggas like gum
Bitch, you ain't making no funds, I see you on TV, you bum
Sosa'll buck, we might just go shoot up a club
That shit ain't gon' cost but a dub
My lawyer gon' give me some plug (fuck rehab)

[Hook x2 - Chief Keef]

[Outro:]
Fuck rehab [x12]

How It Go lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
You know how it go, baby you know how it go
I'm doing shows on the road
Getting dough girl you know how it go
Fucking hoes girl you know how it go
Counting rolls girl you know how it go
I got my pole girl you know how it go
I can't trust a soul girl you know how it go

[Verse 1:]
I be counting stacks smoking Thrax on the road
After she give me neck break the back on ya ho
I ain't with that cappin' put a cap in yo skull
I know it's usually Tray Savage but I got this Mac to your skull
Give my 30 to Tadoe
Bullets fly like birdies so lay low
Like French niggas actin' so it's me and bankroll
I am pistol packing and I know, they don't need to say so
Smoking loud pack for my problems
But I got a mac that a solve them
I tote 30's no revolvers
Aim at ya medulla like, "Now what?"
Kush got me brain damaged smoking all this sour
And I got my cowboys, for all these cowards
He say he a clout boy? then fuck it clap them
Fucking with my racks boy, buck shots gon' find him
He say he a clout boy then fucking cloud them
Fucking with my racks boy buck shots gon' find him

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Chief Keef:]
I ain't with the actin' but I got stand in clips
Flexing like you bout it but your chest can get ripped
He think he Titanic put a gat to your ship
Pistol got me vibrating fuck a nigga in here
Only thing I know I ain't scared lions or big bears
Only thing I know better stop worrying bout mine and get theirs
But that's how it go when you at the top looking at the
Bottom of the world like, "Damn I used to be there."
I ain't with that opp shit or that cop shit
But I am with Glo Gang we get the gwap quick
All these niggas up in they feelings
Smoking loud pack I can't hear my feelings
All a nigga want is some billions
But I'm smoking loud pack while I spend my millions
No MC Hammer bitch I'm Sosa Jigga
No I don't know nothing no I didn't did it
No MC Hammer bitch I'm Sosa Jigga
No I don't know nothing no I didn't did it

Hundreds lyrics - Chief Keef

I got a hunnid in my tec
I got hunnids in my pants
Got a hunnid on my neck
And a hunnid on my hands [x3]
Paid a hunnid for my whip
Hunnid guns up on my strip
Let a nigga try to rob me get a hunnid hollow tips
Got shooters in the hunnids I got some that's not from here
Got a hunnid bitches tryna suck my cock from all the way here
Got a hunnid niggas with me that's a volunteers
Dropping hunnids hunnids hunnids, get them ones up out of here

Got a hunnid for my AK12 that's a hunnid hunnid
Rep that block with my niggas yeah, them 3hunna members
Got a hunnid in my robins, Balenciagas costed hunnid
Give a pose and they go shot him got some shotters on to something
[?] for my bae thot came over and I fucked her
And she know that she can't treat me, she know it's me and my weapon
Me and my weapons, me and my niggas
Let one of her niggas try me I'll break her
Put bullets on niggas like a freckle
Coming real far with a wesson
[?]
Tryna cop me some billions
Hunnid niggas here, a hunnid niggas there
Hunnid niggas everywhere with their guns in the air
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo [?] in the air
Hunnid dead bodies, hunnid damn shells
Got money in my back pocket, money in my front pocket
I got hunnid in this fat rocket, I'm a let it bombard
And I be with the simpsons, been feeling young Bart
And I got all this green with me, I look like a young tart

I got a hunnid in my tec
I got hunnids in my pants
Got a hunnid on my neck
And a hunnid on my hands [x3]
Paid a hunnid for my whip
Hunnid guns up on my strip
Let a nigga try to rob me get a hunnid hollow tips
Got shooters in the hunnids I got some that's not from here
Got a hunnid bitches tryna suck my cock from all the way here
Got a hunnid niggas with me that's a volunteers
Dropping hunnids hunnids hunnids, get them ones up out of here

Ight Doe lyrics - Chief Keef

[Intro:]
Ight, ight

[Hook:]
This nigga said he gone rob me, ight doe
Got this 30 on me, it's mighty long
Fuck with Chief Keef, bitch you might glo
And I know you want sum pipe, though
Got bitches on my line though
Ben Franklin's all in my bankroll
This ain't a credit card, fuck her change ho
This ho actin' like she don't wanna let me fuck, Ight doe

[Verse:]
Smoke a 3 gram blunt to the face, ho
And a 50 shot came with my chain, ho
A yellow envelope came with my bankroll
I'm flexin' on this bitch, I think that her shit stank, though
I don't drink liquor but I sip lean, though
Bitch I payed 600 for this pint, though
I got 30 shots in my thing, though
If this nigga want my gun to glo up, ight though
You say CDAI got 22 shots but he really got Michael
Come through shootin' and I'm shootin' so fast givin' any nigga lypo
Someone took his money from him
I been gettin' money, boy, that ain't nothin'
Lil nigga try to take my banger from me
We posted with Glocks and we all got 30s and we let them bitches bang, though
This bitch act like Tadoe
All she want is molly and she ready to go
Ight doe
Let the bitch try to set me up, I got my pipe close
What we hidin' for
Niggas know where we at, you ain't gotta come find us, though
But you don't need to be lookin' for me, you need to find your ho
She steady askin' me where I'm at, she tryna come find me, though
Run through a 50 thousand dollar bankroll
'Member when I use to ain't get allowance though
Cause I ain't never wanna do none of the chores
Now I pay maid a to do all the chores
I don't want that bitch, she been around like revolvin' doors
And I don't trust these niggas as far as I can throw em

[Hook:]

Love No Thotties lyrics - Chief Keef

[Chief Keef on phone talking to a girl till' end of the song:]

[Verse 1]
These bitches act local and think global
Never seen a 100 thousand, well let me show you
What you want to drink, I know you hate being sober
And I know all these niggas hate Chief Sosa
I'm cruising in my 'Rari with my Louie loafers
Bitch I'm a Rastafari, I'm a toolie toter
Wish a nigga would try to screw me over
Now I got blood on my Louie loafers
I wear thousand dollar belts cause I'mma rich nigga
Nina like to bust a bitch the way she hit niggas
Shoes cost a bunch of shit, look at my kicks nigga
Could of bought a ass for my bitch nigga
I'm off this Activis, it got me leanin' over
I poured up 4 of Purp in some Peach soda
Your boyfriend a opp, I'mma Nina blow him
You was on the phone with him, sucking my dick, he ain't even know it

[Hook 1]
I ain't even try to
You wanna Glo up, baby Keef got you
You's a gold bottle, these hoes pink Moscato
Baby I'm the owner, you can be my castle
Baby cause I like you
Only reason I text you and why I Skype you
I just wanna fuck all you, I don't wanna wife you
But you gotta brush your teeth and do what I say do

[Verse 2]
Bitch can you hear me?
Keep your pussy in par, no 360
That boy said he getting gwuap, no he didn't
Almighty Sosa his complete mission
I'm nowhere around you
I'm high of this earth, I can't come back down to
Baby this is a song, I just thought I tell you
I would send you off but I don't wanna mail you
I don't wanna smell you
Cause I'mma cut you off, quicker than I met you
I'ma swipe your name up off my schedule
And if smoke this blunt, girl, I'm gone forget you

[Hook 2]
I ain't even playing though
I make bitches fly like Peter Pan do
That's why I just ask you
You's a alcoholic, I ain't got no time for you
Is you off the molly
If I book your flight, is you gonna top me
Okay you got me
I don't love no thotties

Macaroni Time lyrics - Chief Keef

[Intro:]
Buck, buck... its Macaroni Time
Buck, (buck)... and it's Macaroni Time
Bang, bang...
She say she love my car... fuck love
She see me with the stars, now she wanna know me now
Unh-unh, bitch I told you now, I'm actin' funny now
Buck, buck... and we scream "it's Macaroni Time!"

[Hook:]
She say she like my car and she like how I forgi ride
She see me with the stars, now she wanna know me now
Unh-unh, 'cause I told her now, I'm actin' funny now
Buck, buck... fuck nigga, think it's Macaroni Time
Couple bucks for these bitches, let me slap them on they ass
Tough luck for these niggas, think they next, I'm on they ass
So what? Walk in court smelling like pack, I got them bands
Glo Boys, that's what Almighty Sosa got 'em sayin'

[Verse:]
She wanna be a Glory Girl but she don't like my Glory Guys
I know this bitch is down, she wanna meet my mama now
But unh-unh, I gotta keep the earth rolling, let's get high
Light it up, and I guarantee that you gon' touch the sky
He say he gettin' money, but I know that that's a lie
I see ones and fives in your bankroll right now
But unh-unh, you ain't flexing, boy, you need some exercise
You cuttin' up, you need some GBE lessons now
I hear these niggas flexing, saying they know the Glory Gang
How you know us and we don't know your name?
Unh-unh, just bought a pint, I'm leaning right now, dumb fuck
Just popped a flat, I'm beaming right now, unh-unh
I feel like catching a honey right now, no love
I see an op, I'm dropping right now
She let me fuck... then I'm dropping, right now
I'm a hop up in that 'Rari, talk, I'm dropping right now

[Hook]
She say she like my car and she like how I forgi ride
She see me with the stars, now she wanna know me now
Unh-unh, 'cause I told her now, I'm actin' funny now
Buck, buck... fuck nigga, think it's Macaroni Time
Couple bucks for these bitches, let me slap them on they ass
Tough luck for these niggas, think they next, I'm on they ass
So what? Walk in court smelling like pack, I got them bands
Glo Boys, that's what Almighty Sosa got 'em sayin'

Money lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Girl I know you wonder wonder
When I'm when I'm coming home
I am getting money money
Chilling on my own
I be countin' hunnids hunnids
Girl please leave me 'lone
Smokin' tooka blunted, at the top where I belong
Hop up in my car I'm ridin' ridin'
Lookin' for some money money
Told a bitch stop I'm coming coming
Gotta go and get this money money
Been woke up niggas runnin' runnin'
These niggas ain't on nothin' nothin'
Sorry baby, I gotta go get this fucking money

[Verse 1:]
Aye she like how I walk, how I talk
She like that I get gwop, spend some gwop
Fifty cent bitch, hop up in my car
Walk up in the club, don't drink go buy the bar
She gave me brain, she so smart
I need to get that top for 24 hours

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
All I see is money money
Ray-Bans on my face it's money money
Rasta like it's selling money
Check my bank account, it's money coming
Fuck hoes all in London London
Katie went out there to get me some money
Money money money money
All I care about is money money
Money money money money
Money money money money

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Money money money money money
Aye Aye
Money money money money money
Gotta go and get this money money money honey
Gotta go and get this money twenties fifties hunneds
Money money

No lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Is it something I gotta knowwww?
Baby is it something I gotta know?
Is it something I gotta know?
Is it something I gotta knowwww?
Baby is it something I gotta knowwww?
Baby is it something I need to know?
Let me know now
So you can go now
Move the fuck around
Don't come back, around
Nooooo
Is it something I need to knowwww?
Is it something I need to know?
You know, I need to know
I don't mean to treat you though
But baby is it something I need to knowwww?

[Verse 1:]
She gave me top it's that wet pack
Whilst smoking on cat pack
I don't know about that pack
Nigga this is that jetpack
You be smoking on wet pack
That out the ass crack... pack
I be smoking on jet lag
Don't think my jet landed yet
Steady texting my phone
Baby tell me what's wrong?
Out the front of my home
Baby ain't there I'm gone
Love me cause I got guap
Would you like if my hair was gone?
Would you like me if my hair was shorter
Or if my hair was long?

[Hook]

[Bridge:]
Knowwww, ay, knowwww
I want you to know this
Knowwwww
You can tell me any day
(Nooooo)
You know, you know where I am
I only got, I got thots
I just wanna know
Keep keep it real with them you know
I know you wanna chill later
Just keep it real with a nigga though you know?

[Verse 2:]
Would you love me if my hair was gone?
If my hair was short or if my hair was long?
Would you love me if I didn't have the throne?
Would you love me if I didn't have a song?
If I didn't have mils would you still chill?
Would you still be cool as fuck like a windmill
And if I got locked up would you write to me everyday?
And if I was in the army would you Skype me every day?

[Hook]

Now It's Over lyrics - Chief Keef

Now it's over...

It's over I keep a big bankroll
Some designer clothes oh
Last year I didn't have shit will now it's over
Keep me some hoes, a lot of hoes yeah
Last year I cuffed that bitch, we'll now it's over
Now it's over, now it's over
Last year I didn't have shit, we'll now it's over
Now it's over, now it's over
Last year I cuffed that bitch, we'll now it's over

Learned how to cork myself, we'll now it's over
Imma kill these beast like a fucking solider
She gone give me top then imma slump her over
And we ain't with the talk, boy we stole you over
I be ridin' Raris, Rovers
I got lots of guap you know it
And we ain't with the talk, we blow it
I got guap just watch me throw it
They say I'm handsome, cause my bands up
And I don't hold no hoe for ransome
And if we see him out we blam him
And if he want to argue, we damn him

I keep a big bankroll
Some designer clothes oh
Last year I didn't have shit will now it's over
Keep me some hoes, a lot of hoes yeah
Last year I cuffed that bitch, we'll now it's over
Now it's over, now it's over
Last year I didn't have shit, we'll now it's over
Now it's over, now it's over
Last year I cuffed that bitch, we'll now it's over

Save Me lyrics - Chief Keef

[Intro:]
Fuck he say, fuck that nigga say
Aye [x18]
Gang [x3]
Aye [x10]

[Verse:]
Aye Riding with my chopper aye
I'm a beat him like his father aye
Now it's blood on my Giuseppe's aye, I don't like no fucking Prada aye
Put a knife up on my tech, aye
Lil FaceTime, lil Skype up on my tech aye
And it a happen right up on my set aye
S.O.S. lil lighter for my tech aye
She give me top right before I jet aye
I need a yacht right before my jet aye
I smoke some dope right before I get aye
Man blast his ass then forget aye
Glo Gang them my drillers aye
Octane right here aye
I'm not saying what I did aye
Look at my watch, Johnny goddamn aye
We gone smoke it all
Catch him in a open field, that's a open fall
Bitch I will never fail or tell my fam to fall
I promise I'm not seeing y'all or hearing ya'll aye
I gave my karrots flaws aye
Flexin' like Dave the barbari y'all aye
This what I'm wearing y'all aye
My chain win chains by experience y'all
Smoking swishers and counting money getting blisters aye
Handle your man we will fix you
All red right now I no Clifford aye
Cause I'm a dog when it come to fucking bitches aye
Coolin' with my fans and taking pictures aye
And I got my pistol fuck them niggas aye
I'm a pistol fuck them niggas
What y'all see, pistols poppin' nigga
Your cars on E, fill them up lil nigga aye
Your squad on D, get them up lil nigga aye
I got my feelings tucked lil nigga aye,
while I got my pistol tucked lil nigga

Shooters lyrics - Chief Keef

Bitch I get my guap and I get my way
If you lookin for then I get my way [x2]

Bitch I get my guap and I get my way
If you lookin for me I'm in MIA
Bitch I got some zoos I been M.I.A
And we totin' poles I been M.I.A
Bitch I got some bloods that hang in L.A
I got some bloods that hang in the A
I got some shooters in Memphis my trullas
They totin' rulers extenders on oozies
Them my shooters

Them my motherfucking shooters
Bitch I have my shooters do a hit off a scooter
Breaking bullets like motherfucking rulers
Chop a badass like motherfucking boosie
I got a AK say Hi Kay Kay
I let it spray spray like doo-doo-doo-bang-bang
Get out my way way, shooters could hang me
Pull out on you let my shooters go cray cray
I'm bout my dough, off my dough and I keep my pole
Better know when I see a opp I heat down throat
Got some shooters in VA
Got some shooters and they Glo
But I know for me they gon be shooting up like storm
Keep my tool with me like just like my wand
It's gon do for me just like my women
All this ice on me bitch look at my wand
Nigga don't like me but his bitch [?]

Bitch I get my guap and I get my way
If you lookin for me I'm in MIA
Bitch I got some zoos I been M.I.A
And we totin' poles I been M.I.A
Bitch I got some bloods that hang in L.A
I got some bloods that hang in the A
I got some shooters in Memphis my trullas
They totin' rulers extenders on oozies
Them my shooters

Spread Da Word lyrics - Chief Keef

Sosa baby
Spread the word o block 300

[Hook:]
I'm weighed up cause the money talkin
Say ballin ball walkin,
You know sosa ridin foreign,
I'll be hard way to tourin
I be full of ignorance
Work around you niggas borin,
I got stacks and you boys know it
Don't make Chief sosa blow it
Spread da word sosa gettin that money
Spread da word glory boys we run it
Spread da word o block 300
Spread da word glory boys or nothin
Spread da word young count them G's
Spread da word niggas racks no cheese
Spread da word everybody kno me,
Spread da word everybody kno me

Say he ballin he thought he was
That shit go on the waist
Smoke la la la
That bitch got some head she like da da da
Like oochie say it's the marble my boys let oozies spray
Foreign cars young like foreign shit bought a milkyway
O block bitch, straight up we be killin she like so down bitch
I'm a star but I got shooters thatll keep your door down bitch
Slow down bitch dem 300 killas who I'm rollin with
Lil mouse he say don't get smoked while I say don't get blown up bitch
Hol up hol up bitch we some shooters
We'll stick you up
Bitch we dem glory boys
We at your head like crew cuts
Bitch you the screwed up,
Guy yous a broke boy
Bitch you needa tune up (bang bang bangbang)

[Hook:]
I'm weighed up cause the money talkin
Say ballin ball walkin,
You know sosa ridin foreign,
I'll be high way to touring
I be full of ignorance
Work around you niggas borin,
I got stacks and you boys know it
Don't make Chief sosa blow it
Spread da word sosa gettin that money
Spread da word glory boys we run it
Spread da word o block 300
Spread da word glory boys or nothin
Spread da word young count them G's
Spread da word niggas racks no cheese
Spread da word everybody kno me,
Spread da word everybody kno me

Them boys go bring the mayans out
They gonna rip alotta mouth
Don't make me bring my lions out
Kidnap you can find 'em out
Sosa bitch I'm shinin now
I got plenty diamonds now
I got plenty money now
Clear the crowd a hundred rounds
God dam I'm stunnin now
Disrespect the ultra now
Bitch I roll with three hunna
For them I will gun down
Got this all from london
Chief sosa I'm somthin'
All these bitches on me now cause I got plenty money now
Ball out, roll out, rollin filled with dopez
Told you I rob credit cards
Nigga needa move up
Sosa bitch I moved out
This money won't lose out
Spread the word I'm sacked up
Smoked out n screwed out

[Hook:]
I'm weighed up cause the money talkin
Say ballin ball walkin,
You know sosa ridin foreign,
I'll be high way to touring
I be full of ignorance
Work around you niggas borin,
I got stacks and you boys know it
Don't make Chief sosa blow it
Spread da word sosa gettin that money
Spread da word glory boys we run it
Spread da word o block 300
Spread da word glory boys or nothin
Spread da word young count them G's
Spread da word niggas racks no cheese
Spread da word everybody kno me,
Spread da word everybody kno me

Still lyrics - Chief Keef (with Young Chop)

[Hook:]
I'm still ridin' with my Glock
I'm still ridin' with my block
I'm still plottin' on the top
Bitches still plottin' on my guap
Niggas still plottin' on my spot
My niggas still in the field where it's hot
Still smokin' when the judge told me not
And I still got these streets on lock

Still ridin' with my pole, still don't trust a soul
Still ridin' with my Rolls, still don't trust these hoes
Still love me some bankrolls, I don't love these hoes
Still gotta hit the bank right before he close
Still steppin' steel to steel, cops come, then I go
Still flexin' when a bitch ask me somethin', like did I know?
Still ridin' through the opps on L like GI Joe
Still sendin' shots at cops, that semi PIO
Lil' niggas in the field with the steel
I'm a lil' nigga but I am full of steel
You's a lil' nigga, you can't chill, you gon' squeal
Niggas still rollin' for Chief Sosa, 18 wheel
2Pac on but it's fuck the world still
I ain't got no condom on, I'ma fuck the world still
Pull up on your thot, she gon', I'ma call that girl still
Then she gave me top and I ain't call that girl still
But I'm still

[Hook]

Stealin' still with a steel, got a 30 in my steel
Nigga steerin' the wheel
Mayweather, Holyfield with the steel
Come through and knock a nigga off his mothafuckin' hill
Like Jack and Jill I'm still at the top
Knockin' niggas off the mothafuckin' hill
I done got me a big ass hammer
Like Hank I'm the king of the mothafuckin' hill
Still, still, still, still, steal me steal with the peel
Peel with the steel, go through a nigga block, get a kill and a kill
On the road, makin' deals, and my lil' nigga still
Pullin' up, doin' drills
And my old bitch say she still, still, fuck with me still
Say she in love with me still
She say she would still put trust in me still
She say she would still fuck with me still
These niggas still ain't comparin' to lil'
Y'all still some lil' niggas
Still with my woah-we-wish-you-would, nigga
Still bloody sidewalks, nigga
I'm still where I was

Voodoo lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
I'm with my crew them my loose screws
And no we don't pass no duce duce
Got 4 O's with bout two two
At your nose and your to to
Smoking on a big blunt of to to
When you snooze thats when you loss
What you do thats what you knew
How you move just like food do

[Verse 1:]
I ride down and I hop out
Got ambulance and them cops out
And cus my mans bought the Glocks out
Cus your mans want to talk now
I was smoking dope with the pope on my own
With them racks in my pocket all that I know
Let a fuck nigga try me blow him I quote
Can't come through boy in 'em adios
Glock 18 come through wrestling like who do rhino
Can't trust no thot they be done stole all my clothes
And I got my pole I like it slow watch I blow
He can act like he bout it whole time I know
I like Gucci I get coochie
I got my .30 imma squeeze it at your tooty
I got my toolie and my gooey and my lucy's
My niggas looney they like louis clips like movies
I'm with my goonies and we riding spot 'em got 'em
All these niggas steady talking bout they savage
And all these bitches steady talking bout they love me
Got a millennium and a taurus, they look like cousins
She gone do my chores if I fuck her
But I was always told to never trust her
Keep my pole with me and always bust 'em
Never know who gone try your ass in public

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Smoking on a big ass blunt of Aiki pack doe
Buy any means gotta get that dough
Now I got my pole tucked
Come through making that cold in the summer
Fuck niggas know us know I got my north pole bitch Sosa santa
Call Johnny Dang up he put ice on a young black nigga, Willy Wonka
Thats a T charger or I might get a little ? in the tonka
And I got my .40
Thats 50 shots up in the clip for all of those who don't know how I'm rocking
You know how I'm rocking cut off stockins
Keep kush up in my pocket with my Glock and
I done named my choppa Juelz Santana
Don't make me put this choppa to your bandana
It's me and my jewelry I'm anti security
Guns hang like whitney and them karate like Bruce Lee
Choppin' shit like Jet Li
Kickin' ass like Jackie Chan
Riding in a Bentley smoking on some Pakistan
Ice come from Antartica these niggas on some froggy stuff
I'm on my bartender shit 30 shots coming up
I swear when I walk in the shit people start walking up
Got niggas in Nigeria and they totin' choppas boy
Go pick you a casket boy
Go buy you a doctor boy
Go buy you a choppa boy
Go buy you some shottas boy
See you we gone shoot you boy you make it hallelujah boy
And I ain't gone do it boy you know how much my shoes little boy

[Bridge:]
Thats right that's right
Got my gun I'm a need a tevlon
Almighty god going against these dumb hoes
I think I won I'm a need a medal
I throw ones that I won
Then I run in with my gun
I'm a sin with my gun and say amen with my gun

[Verse 3:]
I'm going too crazy
Pistol on my hip, that's my new baby
This money in my pocket, that's my boo baby
Ice up on my neck dancing voodoo baby
So much ice on I caught the flu baby
I'm TTU I been cool lately
You got plenty True's them hoes fugazy
Cat in the hat doctor Suess baby

Wait lyrics - Chief Keef

Wait wait, told that bitch
Wait wait, she say when you finna scoop me
Wait wait, bitch I'm finna scoop you
Wait wait, I got some shit to do
Wait wait, all these niggas in the way
Wait going to get this cake
I got some shit to do baby could you wait

Told her meet me at the hotel and wait
Give me a second baby, I'm gonna get this cake
So baby can you wait, if you can't then skate
Bitch, cause I can't wait
For a bitch trying to play me
Like GTA 3,4,5
Baby look up in my eyes and wait
The fuck I'm finna say, wait
Got the K, a nigga try me he get blazed, today
Wait wait, I ain't done yet
Wait wait, I ain't done having fun yet
Wait, I ain't done gettin' checks, wait

Wait wait, told that bitch
Wait wait, she say when you finna scoop me
Wait wait, bitch I'm finna scoop you
Wait wait, I got some shit to do
Wait wait, all these niggas in the way
Wait going to get this cake
I got some shit to do baby could you wait

W-A-I-T wait
I R-I-D-I-N ridin thottie
W-A-I-T bitch
I going to get this cake bitch I'm scouting and lounging
I'm waiting for the shit
I'm pacing for the shit
Racks up in my pants and I spend it
Also in my pants is a slammer
All these bitches, slam'em
All these bitches, blam'em
I shoot them with the hammer
He don't even get shot by a hammer
Wait, go and grab the K, spray
Wait, let's go hit the safe
That bitch told me wait
I told that bitch to get up out my face

Wait wait, told that bitch
Wait wait, she say when you finna scoop me
Wait wait, bitch I'm finna scoop you
Wait wait, I got some shit to do
Wait wait, all these niggas in the way
Wait going to get this cake
I got some shit to do baby could you wait

War lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war
Don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war
Don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war, want war

[Bridge:]
Nigga fuck your mama, she should've wore a condom
Pull up in that 'Rari, burning off this rubber
Nigga fuck yo mama, she should've wore a condom
Pull up in that 'Rari, burning off this rubber
Nigga fuck yo mama, she should've wore a condom
Pull up in that 'Rari, burning off this rubber
Pussy boy don't want war, don't want war, want war
Pull up on you
Boy don't want it
Pussy boy, pussy boy, pussy boy, pussy

[Verse:]
Nigga fuck your mama, she should've wore a condom
Pull up in that 'Rari, burning off this rubber
Niggas undercover so you know I can't trust them
I be smokin' earth boy, you be smokin' bubba
The bitch like Benihana's, took that bitch to McDonald's
I got plenty condoms and I got plenty commas
If you want some beef boy, I won't be your farmer
I might be your father, ball like Penny Hardaway
Judge trying to lock me up, cause my pee look darker
But that ain't gonna solve nothing weed solve my problems
Guns for my armor, nigga fuck security
Out the cut like barbers, got niggas Forest Gumping
Smoking on this Compton, but bitch I'm in Chiraq
Where if you disrespect me at, bitch that's where you die at
All these fucking lab rats, now I got my mouse trap
Niggas wanna fake kick, wanna know where my house at
That life I ain't bout, I'm 'bout pushing scalps back
Pull up on yo block bitch, let my niggas out that
Foreign car, Clout that, I'm high off this Tooka pack
I'm high off this Aiki pack, I'm high off this Tu-Tu pack
Smoking on that Jay Loud, smoking on that FatHead
Run up on 46, leave a nigga flat dead
Shoot a 47, flying off like batman
Boy I got a bag bitch, put that bag on that head
I'm high off this Chief Keef, got me feeling superman
That bitch called called Chief Keef G, bitch I'm not no MuBu man
All these damn friendemies, I'm a call up PooPoo man
I got niggas in these street they fuck around and do you, man
I'm rich hallelujah man, still got my toolie man
Fuck with me I'll fuck around an screw your mans
Flexing like a ruler shoot at your medulla man
And get your bitch, she wanna suck my dick, I knew it man

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Come down your block like thunder, thunder, thunder
I just bought ten guns and ten pounds in ten months
Come through dunking shit, Kevin Durant Lebron-in'
But you like to Twitter beef, pussy how you warring?
Pussy how you warring?
Pussy how you warring?
Pussy how you warring?
Pussy how you warring?
How you warring?