"Sorry 4 The Weight" (2015)




Ain't Nothin' 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 of this, what you want with this
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
By my pistol I'm a scoot it at your booty
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
Vaminos where my fuckin' bread then I'm out the door
Out ya hair in my fuckin' whip they like where he go, aye

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Grandma house sellin' dope out the back nigga
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 suit the fuck up and lace my boots
Now we finna shoot the muthafuckin' pistols gettin' loose

[Hook]

Himalayas lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Bitch say I'm always smokin'
Always drinkin', got some issues
Niggas always fuckin' plottin' I was thinking got some pistols
Pull up catch a nigga lackin', I was stanking got a rental
Bitch I'm from Chiraq, I was thinking got some missiles
I was watching out for lizards, I was watching out for niggas
Pull up on the block at night, I was sparking with them niggas
But I had to catch a flight, now bitch I'm a dumb ass nigga
And I know I'm shining bright, but I'm from the Himalayas

[Verse 1:]
I'm too turnt I'm TNT, bitch I put the E in key
An I put the lock on the door couldn't blow this off if you had the heat
I got me and this weed, meeting with me and me and me
Little lady I'm the I in the Win, bitch I'm the E in the Beef
Fuck nigga I'm the D in Deceased
Yo bitch be the E on my Wee Wee
Yo ass put the E in the Sheep
I'm the A in Shavin' and I'm off this weed
Yo bitch put the E in the Freek
She say you put the E in the Creep
Nigga I dont be the E in the Sleep
Nigga I be the E in Work All Week
Cause I can't eat when I'm Sleep
She said I put the E and I Eat
I put the I In do it, and I put the E in my Jeans
Bitch I put the A in the Hawk, bitch I put the E in that Eagle
Bitch I put the A in the Choppa, bitch I put the G in Illegal

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Bitch I put the E in lean, then I put the lean in Sprite
Bitch I put the B in Black, bitch I put the C in Cyph
Bitch I put the E in White, bitch I put the E in Red
Bitch I put the E in Retarded, guns that pull up and leave ya dead
Bitch I put the I in Sig, bitch I put the I in Live
Bitch I put the I in Grin, when I walk up in the building
Bitch I be the A in Hand, when they giving me my digits
Niggas be the A in Playing, 'till I be the P in Pistol
Bitch I be the G in Gifted, bitch I be the T in Whitle
Bitch I be the T in Too Turnt, bitches be the T in Irri
She said you be the the G in Naggin, bitch I be the A in Macking
I be the Y in Myself, niggas be the T in Tacky

[Hook]

Sosa Chamberlain lyrics - Chief Keef

[Intro:]
What is GLO GANG? Well it's GLO GANG is G-L-O-G-A-N-G
It is Glory Boyz, we are Glory Boyz Entertainment. It is GBE
But it's shortened, it's shortened, you know what I'm sayin'
So it's G-L-O Gang, and so the GLOry Boyz
You guys can say either one though, it don't matter
You know what I'm sayin'
I won't get offended, gang won't get offended
We are Glory Boyz, you know what I'm sayin'
But GLO GANG is just a, just a short abbreviation for Glory Boyz
You know what I'm sayin', just G-L-O-G-A-N-G, you know
We be on a lotta gang shit, we got everybody sayin' "gang" now
No squad, you know. We changed that, we changed to gang
It ain't none of that squad. I mean you know we got Savage Squad
You know that's my cousin, Fredo and nem. But um shit
We go by gang and none of that squad
But when cuz and nem come around you know it's squad
When Wop come around we rockin' with the squad
You know what I'm sayin'. But when we
When it's just gang, we be on that straight gang shit
You know what I'm sayin', gang and none of that squad
But anyways man back to the tape man

[Verse 1:]
Bitch got that wet wet, my gun got that wet wet
She let me fuck up in the car, now my seats is wet wet
I'm off the drank wet wet, your dope smell like a wet pack
She said she wanna smoke with we, bitch you should've said that
She said that she gotta pee, I'm like bitch you should've said that
She said she been said that, I said I ain't hear that
I was smoking the loudest loud but I'm always ready
You be smokin' on that shit, that shit that give you headache
Who come here, you come here
Ooh come here, pistol to your ear
Booze what you sip, lean what I sip
Water what I drink, cat meow all I get
Pull up to the strip, thing on my hip
The police pull me over like It's weed on my lip
Johnny call me up, he said he pee'd on my wrist
Yo bitch call me mad she said she bleached all my gear
My daughter call me mad, she said she gon' eat all my chips
These niggas always mad they wanna eat all my dip
The opps always mad they say Chief Keef ain't blowin' shit
Until I come through blastin' like the Heat I ain't doin' shit

[Hook:]
I'm Sosa Wilt Chamberlain, blunts just flamin'
Rocks just blingin', phone just rangin'
I'ma no belt rockin', no sock rockin'
Pull up show stopper, you know how I'm rockin'
I came in the game man, and you know I changed it
Sosa whats your language? Bitch I speak them acres
Favorite team the Lakers, favorite team the Bulls
Wanna put up your paper? I'm like okay cool

[Verse 2:]
My favorite player Butler, and I gotta butler
Gotta number 40, my 40 a fuck ya
My favorite player Rose, aye, money on him let's go
We be on that bullshit, we from Chicago
My favorite player Kobe, you be holy moly
That mean you be with police
When it's cold outside I got on no tee
That mean that I can hold it hold it underwater
Pull up on your daughter I'm a shark up in the water
I remember buying quarters, now I'm at a P
When it come to your bitch, I gotta add a Keef
Come out the cut like Snell, I gotta add a three
Don't give a fuck how you feel
I gotta add a T

[Hook]

Get Money lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Remember posted the block stealing Hondas
Now I ride foreigns and Tonkas, stompin'
Remember when I ain't have no money
Now I get money, get money
Get money, get money, get money, get money [x4]

[Verse 1:]
I wear Moncler, Louie, Gucci I'm stuntin'
And my pants, they filled with money
I saw your bitch she want me, she want me, she want me
She on me, she on me, she on me
I like blue cheese, blue cheese with my chicken and onions
I pull 'em out my pocket and I'm stuntin'
I'm talking bout them hundreds, them hundreds, them hundreds
I'm stuntin', I'm stuntin', It's nothin'
You got your Louie, where your cake?
Got your Gucci, where your cake?
You ain't got no cake, it's ok, it's ok
All I gotta say, go out and get the cake
Cuz If I can make it, you can make it any day

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I wear Nike, Truey, when I ain't on nothing
And I'm always moving gathering something
She say I'm the only, the only, the only
But I'm smart and I know she stuntin'
Baby is it cause I'm blingin' I'm blingin?
I'm shinin', I'm stuntin'
I pull up fresh like I'm going to luncheon
I feel like I'm the only, the only one in here, stuntin'
And if I didn't this shit wouldn't be funkin'
All I know get money get money get money
That money need more I'm gon' find it
If you ain't getting money what you doing?
I swear I be on that money ball shit

[Hook]

Hot Shit lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Andy Milonakis)

[Hook - Chief Keef:]
Mic check let a nigga flex
He get wet, he get that hot shit
I got my Bernie Mac, nigga who you with
I'm coolin' with the gang, and nigga we on that hot shit
I know I'm rich I still be doin' 6, everywhere, anywhere
You know I'ma rep my shit, bandana on the choppa
I Juelz my shit, I can cut my dreads off and I can sell my shit

[Verse 1 - Chief Keef:]
Smokin on this loud, you can smell my shit
Hop out the car, you can smell my whip
I don't fuck with coochie if you can smell that shit
I don't want the coochie if she sell that shit
She said she ain't a thot, she tellin fairy tells and shit
I pull up on ya block and I hear yells and shit
See I got verses but bitch, I don't got em for the low
She said that she love me but baby I ain't retarded doe
I just hit the earth, drop in my veins to let you know
I just rolled three grams in that thang from Texaco
When I pull up you know I be TNT (Too Turnt)
Hop out and I be Chiefin' Keef

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Andy Milonakis:]
No more loco, Sachi solo
9 to 5 no, no, we T'd and we slow-mo
Actavis, I'm in love with 4 o-z
Leaned out is how I be
God damn it's hard to stand, and no I can not see
I'm about to hit a lick at Paradime
Trade in the script for a pair of dimes
I'm a star so you know I'm sonnin' bitches
They just mad that I'm having fun with this shit
They just mad that I'm buying lunches with it
Passport with 300 tickets
Bang Bang, 300 and shit

[Hook]

"F 'em lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Fuck the judge, fuck a bitch
Fuck a nigga, cause he snitch
Nigga ain't got my money, fuck his shit
Heard this nigga mad I fucked his bitch
Fuck 'em [x16]

[Verse 1:]
I made dough, went in the mall
And turned that shit to play dough
Fuck it, my shootas gon' come shoot when I say so
We got lawyers, they like "fuck it"
Hopped in the car, do da dash, pass the public
Like fuck it, cops get behind me
I'ma do the dash, engines bustin'
Fuck it, judge tried to give me time
I'm like "fuck it, fuck it"

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I heard these niggas hatin', fuck it
I'ma keep on gettin' paper, fuck it
Just got some today like fuck it
Like fuck them, all the fuckas who never gave me nothin'
Fuck the cops, they don't want me to feed my baby nothin'
Fuck ya block, when we leave it they gon' tape it up
My watch fucked your thot, when she seen that she was [?]
I'ma take this three pointer, you gon' lay it up

[Hook]

Vet Lungs lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
Glocks tucked man I up
I ah Damage ya
Wassup with all these fuck niggas?
I'm sorry for the weight I couldn't help
I was always smoking on the skunk
Bad bitch in my truck she tryna fuck
My necklace it be shining to my junk
I be smokin' dope baby I got vet lungs

Blood gang, Blood dripping over here
You want problems, you can get it over here
You don't listen, better listen over here
If you don't, I bring them pistols over there
I come through and put the pistol to your ear
I come through, I put the pistol to your rib
I was getting money I was taking it as gifts
I'm still getting money I'm still getting it how I live
My wrist real, real chill, I chill
I ain't never cold bitch I feel how I feel
I got 10 fans on and I live how I live
I'ma plan to keep growin' and I peel how I peel

[Hook]

Sorry for the W-E-I-G-H-T
Bitch I know it's W-A-I-T, ight b?
Aye I come through Mr.T
White Tee and bright things
Ain't got no cuban links, I got on a breitling
We know drama TNT, Hercules, Disney
We got cannons, Nicki, Nickelodeon, Jimmy
I got that cartoon network, and that net work WG
If you looking for me, I'm with money in a meeting
Me and you we got money disagreements
Can't come to no conclusions
Cause your money ain't worth me yet
If I upload a status I don't need no feedback
I don't give a mothafuck who fuckin' we at

[Hook]

Ten Toes Down lyrics - Chief Keef

Need to be happy...

[Hook:]
Ten toes down, I got shows and verses
I'ma bring 'em to your town
For the right fuckin' amount, you can hit me up right now
50 for a show and 20 for a 12
I'm a loose screw, I ain't no nail
Walk up in the building
She either smelled the loud or Chanel
I think she goin' for the kill
She steady callin' my phone
My battery she damn near killed me
My phone steady ringin'
This bitch damn near killed me

[Verse 1:]
What's on my line, that “ffffffffrrrr beeeep"
They be callin' all the time
Bang bang, what's that, my gun
I up this mothafucka, blew it, make him run, better run
Little Gump, run Forrest, run
3 grams in the blunt, we have 1 on 1
I love gettin' money, and I know you know it man
Yeah I like Nina shootin', why the fuck you hold it in
I walk in and break the bank, then walk out and close you in
What the fuck you lookin' at, I swear I don't know you man
I'm sayin' I'ma a Glo man, I don't need no tan
I pull up, hop out, standin' in my stance

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Skrrt pullin' off, I'm so raw
Ha-ha high a lot, ruff ruff I'm a dog
Chh-chh go my paws
Cause these fuckas itch a lot
Bitch I got my bong, I don't want you, take me home
I be smokin' skunk, got it from the loft
'Member sellin' junkies, now I gotten dope
'Member red monkeys, closet full of Trues
If you lookin' for me, I'm probably on the news
One plus two, that equals a few
I want ten times 500,000 cool
I pull up rude, my jewelry du-du
Brick and balony in my pocket, Milonakis stew

[Hook]

That's What lyrics - Chief Keef

[Hook:]
What what, (what what) [x3]
Nigga buck buck (Nigga buck buck)
What what, (what what) [x2]
Knuck buck, click clack, nigga buck buck
What what, (what what) [x3]
Nigga what what, (nigga what what)
Nigga buck buck, (nigga buck buck)
Nigga what what, (nigga what what)
What what (what what), nigga what what (nigga what what)

[Verse 1:]
You a not what, get your line white
Get yo mind right, and live that lime life
Nigga what what, nigga buck buck
Coming out the cuts cuts, shooting up trucks trucks
Crime mob knuck buck, throwin' bows, Glocks tucked
And if it's a problem, I swear I will pop ya
We don't pop out bitch we pop up
Pop up with the Glocks up
Hope yo ass got the Christmas spirit, light yo block up

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I'm a cowboy, watch me draw this bitch
With this pistol I'm a artist, I be drawing shit
Pull up on your block and I'm on folly bitch
That bitch all in my pocket, she's a Polly bitch
I call my 4-0 focus, she's a solid bitch
I call my 4-5 brokers, he gon' pop you a bitch
Told that bitch what, bitch you better swallow bitch
I got rocket power like I'm Otto bitch

[Hook]

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