Smoked lyrics - Chief Keef & Lil Duke

[Chief Keef:]

Yeah

Sosa, Duke (Wheezy Beats)

Gang, gang

[Lil Duke:]

Fuck all that talk and we want all that smoke

Beehive them straps at the drop off at the porch

Traps stay, the Rollie and the neighbor, they know

Young nigga slangin' and baggin' them toasters

Traffickin' pounds and then passing like ration

Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion

I never offer no handout

Nigga tried me and it's man down

Put that shit out and I stand out

The boys in the hood just like landmines

I blow that shit like a fan

I fuck with Sosa, my man

We gon' ball like the clan

Geekin we booted, know what I'm sayin'

[Chief Keef:]

Rollin' the green at the red light

I'm blowing that dope, get my head right

I coke, but that drank got my head straight

You really the word, now it's their way

You see me flown up in this time cup

I cut that check then I'm bouncin'

All of this green that I'm countin'

With mula that I got for allowance

Nigga, you better pay homage

Nigga, you better pay something

We gon' pull up with them drones

OG all up in my lungs

[Lil Duke:]

Fuck all that talk and we want all that smoke

Beehive them straps at the drop off at the porch

Traps stay, the Rollie and the neighbor, they know

Young nigga slangin' and baggin' them toasters

Traffickin' pounds and then passing like ration

Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion

I never offer no handout

Nigga tried me and it's man down

Put that shit out and I stand out

The boys in the hood just like landmines

I blow that shit like a fan

I fuck with Sosa, my man

We gon' ball like the clan

Geekin we booted, know what I'm sayin'

I sip, I can roll out the gas

I thinkin' I left for my past

All of them niggas got blasters

We used to run on the masses

Ballin', I never had it

Got it out the mud, bitch I'mma serve it

Bitches, they chasin' them diamonds, they harassing

Every time I'm the booth, it's a classic

I had to get on my shit

Came from the trenches I'm tryna get rich

City, the city, now everything lit

Set them racks on me, I came with a trench

Fuck is you talkin' about, fuck all that insta shit

Young niggas going, they going, they going out the room

30 on round, get hit with an SU clip

Fuck all that talk and we want all that smoke

Beehive them straps at the drop off at the porch

Traps stay, the Rollie and the neighbor, they know

Young nigga slangin' and baggin' them toasters

Traffickin' pounds and then passing like ration

Gotta go get it, I put plays in motion

I never offer no handout

Nigga tried me and it's man down

Put that shit out and I stand out

The boys in the hood just like landmines

I blow that shit like a fan

I fuck with Sosa, my man

We gon' ball like the clan

Geekin we booted, know what I'm sayin'

Spend It lyrics - Chief Keef

Kush to Face, that's the antidote

Cops pull us over, don't panic, ho

Hey, hittin' home runs just like Sammy Sosa

I'm smokin' dope, you smokin' cantaloupe

You smokin' watermelon, you smoke fruit pack

Where they do that at?

Bitch, I smoke the best O.G.

My breitling better than your Rollie

Who you? I don't know you

Glock on me, turn your ass to tofu

Turn your ass to Thai food

Do a drive-by by you

Hit you ay, guarantee won't miss you

Boy, I know your momma's gonna miss you

And kiss you, give her a tissue

Time to pull up on the opps, get our pistols

Niggas too old

I swear these niggas too grown

I'm too young, with all this money

What the fuck I'ma do with all this money?

I'ma spend it then get it back

I'ma spend it, just make niggas mad

I'ma spend it, I ain't gon' ride in Jags

I'ma spend it on a fuckin' M-5, M-6

Hey, hey, and a 'rari

Hey, pull up, pull off, sorry

Ain't no talkin'

You knew that the coppers lurkin'

They're lookin' for Almighty

Because they see me in that tall body

Ridin' 'round, lookin' like Yao Ming

It's a bird, it's a plane, it's almighty

Money in my right, and left, and back pocket

Hey, all these bitches, polly pocket

All they want is all me pockets

I just told them thottie, "stop it"

I just told them thottie, "pop it"

You gotta little butt

Can you turn it up?

You got some lips, what can you do with them?

Can you handle this pipe?

Girl, it'll probably change your life

I'm rollin' off a flat, too

Bitch you know what a flat do

We gonna fuck all night

We gonna bust all night

Gloin' hard, bitch, I bust all the lights

Too cold, I bust all the pipes

Like Dro say, when you're right, you're right

Talk My lyrics - Chief Keef

I got that new emperor’s groove Kuzco

I'm smoking dope baby I'm on Pluto

I pick my old hoe up Wit my new hoe

I think I'm Kobe because I'm so 2-4

I'm in the foreign I ain't even gotta park my shit

Someone give Chief So' a mic so I can talk my shit

Imma take my own Glock and I'm gonna spark my shit

If I put this up watch these niggas mock my shit

I remember walking up and down the street

Now I got your rent money on my feet

To intercept the cash I don't need no cleats

I got your hoe in my mansion she said tell you fucking [?]

I tell her shake that laffy taffy baby Fabo

It look like I got laffy taffys in my bank roll

Is it the reason why I see haters dressed like Maino?

I told that bitch you can't get shit you can't even get a fucking outfit from rainbow

She like Sosa you a dog, but I'm tamed though

I'm a ape pussy nigga yous a kangaroo

I'm so player you would think I need a cane though

Going apeshit I fuck around and knock over your mango

I got that new emperor’s groove Kuzco

I'm smoking dope baby I'm on Pluto

I pick my old hoe up Wit my new hoe

I think I'm Kobe because I'm so 2-4

I'm in the foreign I ain't even gotta park my shit

Someone give Chief So' a mic so I can talk my shit

Imma take my own Glock and I'm gonna spark my shit

If I put this up watch these niggas mock my shit

I remember selling white on the block

If we say aiki then that mean here come the cops

If we say onnat that mean here come the opps

We run up on that car like here you go some shots

I remember laying down in the grass

Waiting on the motherfucker opp to pass

Smack a bitch 'till she say, "Where the opps is at?"

Closed casket put 'em in a body bag

Now I'm popping tags fuck receipts

Now I got a rich mentality

I'll still blow that motherfucking thing

I'm going out like motherfucking Kane

I got that new emperor’s groove Kuzco

I'm smoking dope baby I'm on Pluto

I pick my old hoe up Wit my new hoe

I think I'm Kobe because I'm so 2-4

I'm in the foreign I ain't even gotta park my shit

Someone give Chief So' a mic so I can talk my shit

Imma take my own Glock and I'm gonna spark my shit

If I put this up watch these niggas mock my shit

Thot Breaker lyrics - Chief Keef

I am... I mean, I did

I did fuck yo bitch

Baby, I'ma thot breaker

Baby, I'ma thot breaker

Baby, I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

She come over, I break her then mess her make-up up

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker

Sex, we had sex she won't forget

She be with her man, come with me, you know it's her ex

And her man a fan, don't believe me, oh, it's a bet

But I break her back and her screaming over the bed

Baby, I'ma thot breaker

Fuckin' up yo' hair and make-up

Girl, you know that I'ma player

Thots wanna go to sleep and wake up

Baby, I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

She come over, I break her then mess her make-up up

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker

I know that thot, I broke that thot, I loaned that thot

She be with another thot, I really want that thot

See me with another thot, I really hope that thot

Don't let her heart drop 'cause I fucked her last night and told her that

I love her, I'm for her

Baby, I was high, I was a stoner

And you know when I see thots, they be goin' nervous

I think I'm the youngest flexer on earth

Baby, I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

She come over , I break her then mess her make-up up

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker, I'ma thot breaker

I'ma thot breaker

Threw Me Off lyrics - Chief Keef

DP on the beat

You threw me off with that

You threw me off with that fuck shit, you threw me off

You threw me off with that love shit, she threw me off

You threw me off, say she love me, that bitch might as well find a cliff

You threw me off, rolling joints and the cops tryna catch me slipping

You threw me off, I was minding my damn business, ay

Don't make me send my little niggas up out them trenches

Threw ya off, like fuck boy you shouldn't've

You threw me off, if you weren't a fuck boy, you wouldn't've

You threw me off

I took a throw away gun and I threw it off, ay

Throw some money up just to throw it off

'Member having throw away crack up in my balls

The dead boys coming down the alley, throw 'em off, ay

These shells, I throw 'em all, I blow 'em all

This silencer at the top, it throw 'em off

And after she give my top, I throw her off

I will be in the sky before the referee throw the ball

Offense tried to throw me off, I broke the rim and broke the ball

Feds tryna throw me off, tap lap smoke the zip, broke the phone

Niggas tryna throw me off, tryna set me up, get me gone

Bitches tryna throw me off, say they love me, I know they don't

You threw me off with that fuck shit, you threw me off

You threw me off with that love shit, she threw me off

You threw me off, say she love me, that bitch might as well find a cliff

You threw me off, rolling joints and the cops tryna catch me slipping

You threw me off, I was minding my damn business, ay

Don't make me send my little niggas up out them trenches

Threw ya off, like fuck boy you shouldn't've

You threw me off, if you weren't a fuck boy, you wouldn't've

You threw me off

Tooka lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

[Tadoe (Chief Keef):]

Put you on the TV, we'll news ya

Hit you with the 4-O's tho

Popping up, 4-O's tho

(Shut the fuck up before I punch your ass)

[Chief Keef:]

Smokin' Tooka, bitch

I'm off this Tooka, bitch

I'm off this Tooka, bitch

I'm smokin' Tooka, bitch

Don't make me shoot ya, bitch

I pull of in Tooka, bitch

I'm off this Tooka, bitch

Shooters gon' shoot ya bitch

Pull up on you, smoking on some Tooka pack

My shooters gon' shoot, fuck nigga where your shooters at?

Bang

Tryna lock me up, they know they ain't doing that

Tryna tie me up, niggas know I'm shooting at

That ass, his bitch got a flat ass

He got a flat bag, so that match

I'm of two flat pounds and two X-Mans

Don't make me shoot you with your rat ass

Y'all some flat ass, flat ass cat dads, ha

I don't even know what that is, ha

But I'm smoking on this Tooka pack, yes

Smokin' Tooka, bitch

I'm off this Tooka, bitch

I'm off this Tooka, bitch

I'm smokin' Tooka, bitch

Don't make me shoot ya, bitch

Pull off on tooka, bitch

I'm off this tooka, bitch

Shooters gon' shoot ya, bitch

Violence (Army) lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Cee-Lo Green & Tone Trump)

Boy, violence

Violence

Boy, violence

Violence

Boy, violence

Violence

[Chief Keef:]

Niggas comin' through with that violence

Niggas mix two with that Molly

Ain't got nothin' to do with that money

I'm comin' through with that chopper

Niggas come and deal with that violence

As far that gun that's silence

Niggas come and deal with that violence

Ain't know nothin' about it

Come through and we redrum-ing

Murder a nigga off of that donkey

If it ain't nothin' funny 'bout money

Look fuck nigga get money

In my car and I self park it

Hop out then get to sparkin'

Give it to however you want it

I am 2Pac for the moment

Violence

Got no love, violence

Boy, violence

Violence

[Cee-Lo Green:]

See we are, far from takin' flicks with guns

I murder the beat with the sticks and drums

Break bread with brothers, turnin' bricks to crumbs

Then we put it in the mix to addict the young

This is somethin' you must understand

Music can just kill a man

A mean poker face and wild card in my hand

Tone Trump out of Phila-stan

[Tone Trump:]

Middle of the summer we don't chill

Them West Philly mah fuckers kill at will

Fresh Prince of the ghetto man I feel like Will

Only workin' three jobs just to pay them bills

I could kill 'em with the gun rather kill 'em with my mind

My little sister pregnant but my brother doing time

My baby boy squeal but my baby mom stressin'

I only fear Allah but the Uzi on the dresser

Bang, bang like my hittas from the Chi

Niggas looking rich but they're barely getting by

We was selling crack when they was selling lies

Al my young bulls violent, you can see it in their eyes

I stood tall when that fuck boy folded

I'm sober now but I was high when I wrote this

Dreams like Martin but I'm strapped like Malcolm

My plug from the A got me ballin' like a Falcon

Violence

Got no love, violence

Boy, violence

Violence

Boy

[Cee-Lo Green:]

Say, say

I'll write a life sentence on a stick pen

Real rappers record on yellow tape then

Cop a plea all the [?]

Institution that allows it to make men

[?]

Gon' turn it up for the cops too

It's still a crime to be silent

So speak up and get violent if you got to

Violence

Got no love, violence

Boy, violence

Violence

Woosah / Street Cat lyrics - Chief Keef

[Woosah]

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haa

Aha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, uh

Man, put his ass back, where he came! (Ah-uh)

I thank y'all for comin' out (ay)

Ay, ay (Ah-uh)

Ooh, ooh

Sosa baby, GBE baby

(Mm-mm)

Ha, ha, ha, ha-ha, ha-ha (Ah-ah)

Baby, you free as a motherfuckin' freeway

Vroom, vroom, vroom, go do you

Get green baby, don't be blue

Oh he got guns baby, what he do

Devil on my collar tryna let me loose

God be good all the time, don't he do

And I be chillin' out like woosah

Chillin' out like woosah

Boy, my gun don't got no holster

Gun don't got no holster, ay

Yeah, that young nigga from O-Block

Creepin' down on yo' block, ay

I'ma star, I ain't no co-star, star, ain't no co-star, ay (ay)

At first I was at O-block, now I'm rockin' shows up, ay (ay)

Ah-uh

I'm from another planet, what I'm doing here?

I ain't been to my home planet in six years

I know they be lookin' for me like, "Damn, Sosa done!" (ha, ha, ha)

Only thing I get high off of purple and chron'

(Ha, ha, ha, ay)

In a all black Lamb truck, this bitch cost a Rolls Royce Dawn (Dawn)

You don't know how it feel to lose all of yo' niggas

It's just one thing you want (Want)

Is one more time (Time), to cruise with all your niggas (Let's get it)

But I'm passed that, big blunts, but I do not pass that

Sometimes I fuck with a rat hoe

But I will never fuck with the rat pack

Got Smith-n with me, baby, woosah, woosah

Stick yo ass like Botox (Bang, bang-bang, bang-bang)

Bitch, put your seat belt on when you hop in the fast car

Tadoe steady ask how I'm bleedin'

When you know I'm bleeding like a tampon

Still got love for the same bitch like when I'm posted on Lamron

My mama named me Keith baby, I rather that, than Stephon

When the wheels went flat, we fixed that bitch and kept going

(Ah-uh, ah-uh)

Now it's Fo's on the truck, when I pull up they be like, "Yeah, boy"

[Street Cat]

Ay (ay)

Smoking on that satellite (Man, fuck these hoes)

Yeah, because it smoke right (Ffff-beeep!)

I've done been to the jail, I ain't tryna go twice (Beep)

You crazy on the Internet, then why you acting so nice? (Beep)

I got all this fucking ice (Beep), I can have a snow fight (Beep)

Drop-top down went to 'deem (Beep), and of course, he overlight

(I'm a street nigga, dog, hoes love my style)

Niggas' white bricks day but I see fuckin' cold rice (Beep)

(I'm a street nigga, dog, hoes love my sty-)

Ay, ay

I'm a street nigga, dog, hoes love my style

I should wrap the Lamborghini black and white like a cow

What's that shit up in my pocket nigga it's the .40 cal (Bow)

They be seeing a nigga balling nigga here they come to foul

Baby momma keep on calling she like, "Get your fucking child"

I'm street nigga, nigga, I keep pistols tucked around

He was talkin' crazy, they like "Nah. He was fucking around"

I got folks here in with me and I'll make em' buck you down

I'm street nigga pussy, I ain't faking for the clout

I got cash but my crazy cousin'll take you for some pound

And I shoot crowds pussy, we'd shank 'ya for some thous

I got blue faces, thottianas, make 'em buss it down

I'm a street nigga pussy, I ain't payin' a hoe shit

They got cash apps on deck, I ain't sending hoes shit

He a peon ass nigga, he done sent his hoe a dick

At his dream girl house with gang in that hoe shit

I'm a street nigga, dog, everybody know that

So a hater, get whacked, bond money on deck

When I got my first gun, I'm like, "I gotta blow that"

I should go back to dough runners and selling dope sacks

I'm street nigga, nigga, I ain't gotta prove that

Oh, you tryna prove a point? Well, why you gotta do that?

I should go to foster dealers and go buy the school back

I'm street nigga, nigga, that was where my school at

I'm street nigga, nigga, can you understand me?

You don't speak Engli-? How you say, "Rubber-band me"?

Smoking on this stinky pack, flame up the gangrene

Sosa what the opps on? Nigga, not a damn thing

I'm a street nigga, dog, I don't love no bitch

I ain't talkin' to that bitch unless she buy her own shit

Unless she skrt, skrt, skrt-skrting and riding in her own shit

Bitch steady buying me shit, I can buy my own shit

I'm street nigga, dog, I was jumping off the porch

I had sprained my fuckin' ankle doin' jumpin' as a sport

Stealin' granny shit, now I'm taking nothin' less a sport

We ain't talkin' to these niggas they ain't nothin' past a dork

I'm a doggy nigga, baby, I know you love my fit

I ain't got no bitch, nigga, how you fuck my bitch?

Young street nigga, dog, two revolvers and a stick

Don't let folks 'nem hold it, they'll steal ya fuckin' shit, ay (Bang!)

mixtape: "Thot Breaker" (2015)

• Now & Later lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tyga)
• Oh My Goodness lyrics - Chief Keef

Now & Later lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tyga)

Clubbin' on big ass trees
Higher than Jack and the Bean
Bitch, now I'm back poppin' beans
And I ain't mixin' that with the Lean
She got her mind made up
(Mind made up)

[Hook:]
I'm gonna hit that now and later
(I'm gonna hit that now and later)
I'm gonna get money now and later
(Now and later)
Shit ain't sweet like now and later
(Now and later)
I be ridin' round town like I'm the mayor
(I'm the mayor)
Ready to get all that paper
(Gotta get all that paper)
I be fuckin' on thots like I'm a player
(Like I'm a player)
Thots when I go to sleep and wake up
(They go to sleep and wake up)

Thot breaker, thot breaker, thot breaker, thot breaker
Thot breaker, thot breaker, thot breaker, heart breaker
Thot breaker, thot breaker, heart breaker, thot breaker
Heart breaker, thot breaker, heart breaker
Bitch I'm a heart breaker

Now and later, your bitch on the table
Goin' up like elevators, running up escalators
Clubbin' on big ass trees
Higher than Jack and the Bean
Bitch, know I been poppin' beans
And I ain't mixin' that with the Lean

All I know is go hard, less Tony, more Sosa
Pull up on your block like cockadoodledoo and roosta roosta
Pulled up on your thot and she like God is that you? And I don't know her
But all these bitches love Sosa
And they down to hold the toaster
Grandma saying now and later
I'm about 30 thousand dollar loafers
Boy, get your bitch, she callin'
Better catch your bitch, she fallin'
Had that pussy, yeah, she show me
Cause I'm mighty Sosa Kobe

[Hook]

[Tyga:]
Bout my paper
These bitches keep callin' me, I'm too busy stackin' paper
Plus I got a big booty right in-front of me, motherfuckin' heartbreaker
She ball breaker
Phantom droppin' she know it's Nathan
Meet a new bitch on a daily basis, emoji faces
Girl, give me that open mouth baby, ooh
Ferrari dick drive you crazy, ooh
I know that shit sound crazy
I'm a young nigga, these young bitches pay me
I ain't payin' for the pussy
But I'll put you on retainer
She said that's the same thing, I said no it ain't
I hit it when I want when I come through
Roll up a blunt, tell your girlfriends roll up a blunt
Yeah, all we do is fuck, yeah, all we do is fuck
Few hours later then we wake up and fuck
Gotta king me, Cartier rings on my pinky
I fuck that bitch like she was Pinky
Then I'm gettin' brain on the plane
Jet size with a big flame
Hold your horses, we crossin' borders
Pop a pill, she used to wylin'
Oh shit, I forgot your name again
Was it oh shit? Man I must be drunk again
Never sober
Like a college kid, I'm 24 should be in college, man
But I'm rich as fuck without a college, man

[Hook]