Leanin' lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

[Chief Keef:]
Four ounce, now I'm leaning
I'm leaning, I'm leaning
I'm leaning, I'm leaning
I'm leaning, bang

I pour a six in a 24 ounce, now I'm leanin'
OK, you let me fuck now, now I'm leavin'
Baby, I just smoked a whole pound, now I'm dreamin'
It got me buyin' shit like I need it
Baby, I just bought a pack of flats, now I'm beamin'
Put six in a 24, now I'm leanin'
Baby, I just bought some gold bottles, I didn't drink it
Point me where that loud and that lean at

I put three grams in the swisher blunt, damn this shit grossed though
These niggas and these bitches love Chief So though
But I be off the shits, can't shit not let me
And your bitch off molly, only if you let me
I just popped two flats
And I don't want sex 'cause I just want the neck, yeah
This bitch off the kush
You say you gettin' money, boy, you sound how you look, yeah
I'm high as fuck
Johnny Dang Breitling, up them 30's that'll light you up
I'm high as fuck
Johnny Dang Breitling, up them 30's that'll light you up

I pour a six in a 24 ounce, now I'm leanin'
OK, you let me fuck now, now I'm leavin'
Baby, I just smoked a whole pound, now I'm dreamin'
It got me buyin' shit like I need it
Baby, I just bought a pack of flats, now I'm beamin'
Put six in a 24, now I'm leanin'
Baby, I just bought some gold bottles, I didn't drink it
Point me where that loud and that lean at

[Tadoe:]
Shawty I just bought a pint, now it's kinda leany
Let's get some flats, now it's kinda beamy
Dick her down, she going crazy, got her little ass screamin'
She juicy wet, got her little ass creamin'
Baby, can you hold my blunt? I don't want you dreamin'
Smoke out the pound, only O G'in
The trees I smoke, it don't have no seeds in it
That pistol with me, I'm not talking waving
Give me top, I just want your throat hoe
I smoke on the dope by the boat load
You think you in it, we get more dough
Come take a ride with me, it's a Glo show

[Chief Keef:]
I pour a six in a 24 ounce, now I'm leanin'
OK, you let me fuck now, now I'm leavin'
Baby, I just smoked a whole pound, now I'm dreamin'
It got me buyin' shit like I need it
Baby, I just bought a pack of flats, now I'm beamin'
Put six in a 24, now I'm leanin'
Baby, I just bought some gold bottles, I didn't drink it
Point me where that loud and that lean at

Lien lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

[Chief Keef:]
She say she love me but I know she lien
She only love me 'cause I got that shine
Shine

She say she love me but I know she lien
She only love me 'cause I got that shine
Why you lien, baby? You's a dime
You so hot that I think it's a crime
You say you love me but I know
And I wanna see where we gon' go
And I heard that you's a little hoe
You say you not, girl, what you lien for?
Quit lien

Why you lien, girl?
Why you be lien all the time, girl? Aye
Make up your mind, girl, aye
Get you some money, girl
You like a blind girl, aye
Get off my line, girl
Smoking on kush, girl
Smoking weed in Holly with the wood, girl
Saying you's a good girl
But I ain't ask if you was, girl
Wipe hundreds out my touch girl
Popping nose with grands and Jackson girl
Steady saying that you not thot, I can't imagine, girl
Girl you lien, what you lien to me for?
You don't owe me, no lie, but you owe me coochie though
Say you're mine but I already know
I know you's a bad-ass, you on your Boosie flow

She say she love me but I know she lien
She only love me 'cause I got that shine
Why you lien, baby? You's a dime
You so hot that I think it's a crime
You say you love me but I know
And I wanna see where we gon' go
And I heard that you's a little hoe
You say you not, girl, what you lien for?
Quit lien

[Tadoe:]
Girl, you fine as wine, girl
I swear you always on my mind, girl
But I don't have no time, girl
I promise I'm not lien, girl
I ain't lien
Shots flying
My money steady multiplying

[Chief Keef:]
Tadoe, what's that? Bitches lien
Girl, you know I leave you tearing
She like, "You stay disappearing"
All you wanna do is get head
She like you ain't listening to none of this shit I said

She say she love me but I know she lien
She only love me 'cause I got that shine
Why you lien, baby? You's a dime
You so hot that I think it's a crime
You say you love me but I know
And I wanna see where we gon' go
And I heard that you's a little hoe
You say you not, girl, what you lien for?
Quit lien

Loose lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Lil Reese)

[Chief Keef:]
I'm toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don't know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I'm getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It's the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don't make me let 'em loose, nigga

Don't make me bring my dawgs out the cut with them sticks
I might just pop out the cut with your bitch
I'm up in the club, in the cut with the shits
Rolling whole pounds and I'm pouring whole bricks
I can't talk to you, pussy boy, you's a Narc
Think that you a shark, hit your ass with a dart
Hop up in this foreign, hit your ass with the car
Thinking that you cold, put this heat to your heart
I got King Kong in my blunt
I got Donkey Kong in the trunk
I got Caesar in my backpack
Up this bitch and go grrah

I'm toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don't know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I'm getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It's the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don't make me let 'em loose, nigga

[Lil Reese:]
I love all my dawgs, GBE, bitch, that's the clique
Hop out with that choppa, bitch, you swear I'm with the shits
Niggas flexing, man, they ain't on shit
Ask that nigga, man, I been to fuck his bitch
If you knew better, you would do better 'cause it ain't shit
Niggas tweaking, man, we hit 'em in they shit
Word around the town he run his mouth just like a bitch
(What he is then?) I guess that nigga is a bitch
Better not compare me to him, that nigga ain't on shit
Same nigga, I've been with the shit
I can't switch up, I know what I'm in for with the shit
Excuse all my niggas 'cause all they love is shooting shit

[Chief Keef:]
I'm toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don't know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I'm getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It's the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don't make me let 'em loose, nigga

Who that in the cut? Them my motherfucking dawgs
Hide your credit cards 'cause these niggas fucking frauds
Pussy, go and leap if you feeling like a frog
Cops pull me over, car looking like it's fog
Walk up to the stage and I'm feeling like a champ
No USPS but I'll get any nigga stamped
I'm all about my motherfucking wheat like some Timbs
Disrespect then you get beat like an amp
I got Barney up in my cup
I'm a boss without the tux
I got some dawgs and I let 'em loose
Where the man? I gotta set some rules

I'm toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don't know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I'm getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It's the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don't make me let 'em loose, nigga

Bone crusher
He don't know better
Go through your leather
If you knew better
I'm getting money now
Who that in the cut? It's the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don't make me let 'em loose, nigga

Love Don't Live Here lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Mike WiLL Made-It)

Y'all know what it is nigga, GBE baby, know how the fuck we rockin'
Somebody call the ambulance, I'm havin' an ice attack
All these motherfuckin' diamonds on me, brrp, bling, yeah
I know y'all be sitting back like: So ain't on none of that clout shit
We don't do shit for clout, we don't pull up just to stunt nigga
We just pull off a stunt nigga, ay

Watch just glisten, shit we still kickin'
Pull up to the 'rari lot, in some white linen
On some pig shit skin 'em, thousand dollar denim
Three thousand dollar pipe, you can get hit with 'em
Shells let off we've done it, nigga we just did 'em
Somebody gave me laxative, I ain't mean to shit 'em
And my shorty kill 'em, he ain't got to rip 'em
No I ain't a judge, I upped the gavel and appeal him
Blasting off, blasting off, in a NASCAR
They asked why I bought it, it's a fast car
Pull up to your ball game, hit the Mascot
I'll chase your ass down like a Jaguar
Car steady going, this bitch can't even stop
We don't want no beef, these niggas really cops
Pourin' up that 'wock, shit make me flock
Run up in the spot, forgot to hit my lock, on the cop
Oh he Muslim, believe in Allah, gotta X6M, I ain't even get a drop
Rippty-rippty-hot, skippty-dippty-clot
He feel like he real but he not, you can just get we got
I got a plane around my neck who want a flight
Gang slip bitch pull up you tryna try
Police ass niggas callin' the other guys
Send his ass in the up alley like Bob Hayes
I just took off and they hate that shit
Get that bitch a 40 told her engrave that shit
Lambo look like black hair like I braided that shit
And my name on it, I engraved that bitch
I just pulled it out man 'cause I said that bitch
Just took off I feel like I raised that bitch
I'm one of them niggas that don't play that shit
Ridin' with my bulldog smoking catpiss
I got the paprica, I got desert eagle, I love me senorita
Muy bonita, Eureka, she wanna see me she eager
Boy it's down this evening, you gon' be missing the season
Want beef? Give me a reason, I used to steal out the store
Now I pimp out the store, bitch, I'm peeling in the store
I got 50 racks and more, 16 ounces up in my coat
All this Off White like I promote, I just spent that on my yachty
You's a pendejo mayate, she just put you on the block page
Don't make me get back to my block ways, I need a mocha latte
I'm in the cockpit with the pilot, oh, you think that you not it
Bullets hit you let my watch hit, I got a .40 cal stop shit
I got a .45 drop shit, I was 16 with a cop stick
With a cop but that shit not nigga, lookin' for love it don't live here
Fuck you knockin' on the door for? Almost hit your with this .44
I'ma smack you with this chokehold, I'm in Tokyo no dojo
I might buy a speedboat, ho, and you know I got the ho-hoes
Sosa said I leave them Glo poles, light you up now it's a Glo show
It's lighting up bitch it's a Glo pole, she takin' pics up in a Glo room
You gotta go I got a show soon, I pull the car up out the show room
It's just for two you ain't got no room, bury your body in your old room
She tryna fuck she went to my old school, I started off feelin' like out school
Kay Kay like dad I ain't got no school, little shawty smart, man, she ain't no fool
Her friends told her "Yo dad is so cool", I bought some sticks but don't play no pool
You live in LA and ain't got no pool, you ain't shit boy you ain't got no pull
Girl, my engine sound so dull, aye

Many Handle lyrics - Chief Keef

Moment of silence, light some candles
Bitch I'm ballin' and I got the handles
Smoking so much weed I'm fogging up my windows
I'm riding foreign and they got the handles
I'm 'a handle these niggas out the rental
My car be geeking all I did was touch the handle
Leave it up to me to get this money I'm gon' handle it
I got the ball and I got the handles bitch

H.A.N.D.L.E. I'm off the B.R.O.W.N. B.A.G.
Any morning he cannot beat me, and the S
Supercharger versus my M3, yes
I was ready to handle business don't bring problems to the next
And for all the big niggas I'm 'a handle it with TECs
Squeeze the trigger, hold the handle, we got over on you swindle, come and handle this

Moment of silence, light some candles
Bitch I'm ballin' and I got the handles
Smoking so much weed I'm fogging up my windows
I'm riding foreign and they got the handles
I'm 'a handle these niggas out the rental
My car be geeking all I did was touch the handle
Leave it up to me to get this money I'm gon' handle it
I got the ball and I got the handles bitch

Got the ball got the handles got the cars got the weed
Came through flexing she love for me
Glock on me go boom boom boom bitch Bone Thugs be with me
I smoke the best weed bitch the bubbly with me
Ain't no nigga just fucking with me
Came through flexing that's nothing to me
Nigga getting mad that's cuffing to me
This bitch too said she love her some Keef
This bitch too said she love her some me
Then I got mad said she fucking with me
Bitch I'm so baked it's a oven with me
A burger and fries that's McDonald's to me
I'm so glad I brought Rondo with me
I'm so workin' count cash smokin' weed
Then these fuck niggas say they comin' for me
I hope nigga know I got a llama on me
I hope nigga know I got drama on me
Money got your bitch with the doors up
Now your luck's out 'cause your bitch she's slobbing on me
She like, "Sosa, you nutting on me?"
I'm like couple times too much money on me
Told the bitch she ain't coming with me
You can go anywhere but with me

Moment of silence, light some candles
Bitch I'm ballin' and I got the handles
Smoking so much weed I'm fogging up my windows
I'm riding foreign and they got the handles
I'm 'a handle these niggas out the rental
My car be geeking all I did was touch the handle
Leave it up to me to get this money I'm gon' handle it
I got the ball and I got the handles bitch

Margielas lyrics - Chief Keef

Ay, ay man, ay
You already know how I'm rockin' man
I ain't got a mow-fuckin'
What time is it that I ain't gotta be swaggin' my nigga?
You know what this mean
I come through with this mow-fuckin' kicks my nigga
Bang my nigga

You can smell when I'm comin' (Dope)
White bitch, man she peel like it's nothing (Really, like it's nothing)
Ay, I got the weed rolling up (Tooka) and a lighter in my hand (Yeah)
Got some money in my pocket (Fff beep), let's get right onto the van (Yeah)
4 thousand for the coat (For the Gucci)
Boss shit, paid a thousand for my loafs (For these Louies, fff beep)
Bitch I'm fly, propellers (Yoon)
Fuck the Pradas, I'ma take the Margielas (Margielas, gang gang)

These niggas hating, that's what she telling me (Know she tellin')
Tell them boys, man I'll be what they never be (Tell'em)
That's in a mansion smokin' hella weed (Smokin' acres)
Riding foreign, doors up, bitches lovin' me (These bitches lovin' me)
I get top like a satellite
I'm going crazy man I think I need 7 mics
Told her catch the holy ghost, bitch you can call me Reverend Mike
Bitch you sleep like you ain't slept in 11 nights
I got a crazy ass timepiece
Breitling gets in her pants, he's a mind freak
I'm sitting outside of the club and she told me she like my timepiece
I told her if he hop out he can make the line tweak

You can smell when I'm comin' (Dope)
White bitch, man she peel like it's nothing (Really, like it's nothing)
Ay, I got the weed rolling up (Tooka) and a lighter in my hand (Yeah)
Got some money in my pocket (Fff beep), let's get right onto the van (Yeah)
4 thousand for the coat (For the Gucci)
Boss shit, paid a thousand for my loafs (For these Louies, fff beep)
Bitch I'm fly, propellers (Yoon)
Fuck the Pradas, I'ma take the Margielas (Margielas, gang gang)

I just left the Cap center, I bought 10 pairs of Margielas
Bitch my job is to make these niggas jealous
They be digging my pimpin'
I see stars, oh man am I tripping
I got marble floors, don't slip baby
I always got my feet up, don't trip baby
You get it, I have my feet up so much you would trip baby
But tell me something, do I got money on my lip baby?
I call my Margielas Mar-jealous
'Cause every time I put 'em on niggas jealous
'Cause I be cashing out I'm hot, check my temperature
I be capping, riding 'round like a cylinder

You can smell when I'm comin'
White bitch, man she peel like it's nothing
Ay, I got the weed rolling up and a lighter in my hand
Got some money in my pocket, let's get right onto the van
4 thousand for the coat
Boss shit, paid a thousand for my loafs
Bitch I'm fly, propellers
Fuck the Pradas, I'ma take the Margielas

MF lyrics - Chief Keef

Turn the music up for me Chris
CB on the beat
Sosa, baby
GBE baby

I'ma laugh to the motherfucking, motherfucking bank
Smoking on this motherfucking, motherfucking stank
You know I'm with my motherfucking, motherfucking gang
And we switching motherfucking, motherfucking lanes
They say I'm a motherfucker, looking like some motherfucker
Money on a motherfucker, stunning on a motherfucker
Pull up on a motherfucker, in that 918 motherfucker
Make me out this motherfucker, history with this motherfucker

Motherfucker, motherfucker in a handicap
Got them motherfucking big bands and a Fendi nap
Got this motherfucking forty on me and it really clap
Want these motherfucking hollows, bitch, you just be ready to nap
Got a motherfucking AR15 on my lap
And a nice ass motherfucking Gucci on my bag
And a nice ass A7 Audi RS
And a nice ass store with a motherfucking check
In that motherfucking, motherfucking stu'
With my motherfucking, motherfucking trues (Let's get it)
If I say motherfucking, motherfucking shoot (Catch up)
That's what they gon' motherfucking, motherfucking do

I'ma laugh to the motherfucking, motherfucking bank
Smoking on this motherfucking, motherfucking stank
You know I'm with my motherfucking, motherfucking gang
And we switching motherfucking, motherfucking lanes
They say I'm a motherfucker, looking like some motherfucker
Money on a motherfucker, stunning on a motherfucker
Pull up on a motherfucker, and I'm eighteen motherfucker
Make me out this motherfucker, history with this motherfucker

I arrived and I come, motherfucker
I think I'm a bad motherfucker
You don't want no static, motherfucker
I got a hundred in this bag, motherfucker
Please, don't make me do the dash, motherfucker
I do it like I'm skipping class, motherfucker
And you gon' be the last, motherfucker
Sit down, folk, I'll shoot you in your ass, motherfucker (Bang, bang)
Pull up in that motherfucking coupe D (Skrtt)
We were stealing on the motherfucking hoopties
I had a snub my motherfucking trueys
Shoot these slugs at your motherfucking kufi, let's go

I'ma laugh to the motherfucking, motherfucking bank
Smoking on this motherfucking, motherfucking stank
You know I'm with my motherfucking, motherfucking gang
And we switching motherfucking, motherfucking lanes
They say I'm a motherfucker, looking like some motherfucker
Money on a motherfucker, stunning on a motherfucker
Pull up on a motherfucker, and I'm eighteen motherfucker
Make me out this motherfucker, history with this motherfucker

Minnesota lyrics - Chief Keef

Ay, yeah
Pour up a four in a soda (ay, ay)
Bitch you know my heart cold, Minnesota (ay)
Said she love it when I bend her over (Okay)
Bitch it's time to go, copy that over out (Over)
Try up in the blunt, if it ain't no loud (No, dope dope dope)
Sosa you gettin' that cheese? Bitch, it ain't no doubt (Check)
You thought he was your homie when y'all got locked up, sold out (Pussy)
And if I ever die, it's gon' be from tookie
Like I play basketball, hoes throw me that coochie (Coochie)
Left Maxfield then I went rocked the Gucci (Gucci)
Bitch you know I get that Wally-Wally ain't no Oochie (No Oochie tho)
All my friends are dead in my pocket, I ain't no Uzi (Warrup bro)
This ain't no second hand, we gon' smoke you like a Lucy (Pow pow pow pow)
Hop in a fast car, Skrt-Skrt like I'm Boosie (Skrt skrt skrt)
Ten blunts smoked, got a nigga feeling woozy (Yeah)
Let's get it, aye aye aye aye, let's get it
I'm too fuckin' real to be Hollywood (Yeah)
Pullin' up in a big body truck (Skrt skrt skrt)
Big shells for a big body thug (Bang bang)
Lil niggas takin' big body drugs (Bang huh)
I need that Wockhardt that red that'll have ya dead (Lean)
Nigga we on your fuckin' head like a dread (Bah)
He got a gun in his pic, he think I'm scared (Nah)
Let off shots him & him Simon said (Let's get it)
Keep that check-up box bitch I want the head (Catch up)
Flame up, and I'm smokin' off the stress (GBE baby)
Would still be on 64th but I'm blessed (But I'm blessed)
Shawty know I got guap from the tress (From the tress)
Blocka blocka blocka, uno dos tres (Uno dos tres)
Man these bitches be birds for the bread (Brr, bread)
Baby told me she in love with how I dress (Beep beep)
Man these niggas love to front for the press (For the press)
Catch 'em up in LA, buttons getting pressed (Gettin' pressed)
Hit his ass with FN in his chest (In his chest)
Wipe 'em down 'cause a fiend at his best (At his best)
Knock 'em down tell 'em throw the towel in (Throw the towel in)
And my niggas be really wildin' (Really wildin')
Sayin' you be classy, boy you clownin' (Boy, you clownin')
A dry ass pussy I can't even drown in (ay)
You talkin' pages can't even sign in (Sign in)
In Chiraq ain't no lackin', can't even dine in (Even dine in)
Had to grew up to see how people finance (Finance)
Shorty 'nem'll kill a whole strip for nine bands (Nine bands)
Yeah, bitch we flyin' in (Yaoo)
Booked the private jet so I'm tokin' (Dope)
Slide up in that bitch like a token (Slide)
Tell 'em tie up, please bring the rope in (Rope in)
In a three-ten bitches from the fourteen, ay
Two Glocks and they twins like the Olsens (Twins like the Olsens)
Open my door bitch, bitch is you slow bitch? (Is you slow?)
Sayin' you need some training, I can be a coach bitch (I can be a coach)
I got power, I'm like Lilo & Stitch (Lilo an' Stitch)
Get a bitch a Uber she left, but ain't no kiss (But ain't no kiss)
Got like 4 sticks you and you hold this (Bah bah)
Got some mo' sticks, I just left the store bitch (Dududuh)
We get vicious, these bitches ferocious (Ferocious)
We'll cook your ass nigga like some toasts (Huh huh huh)
I got Twinkies, bitch like Hostess (Hostess)
Nigga come and sign-up for the smoke-list (For the smoke-list)
Ay

Minute lyrics - Chief Keef

I like, I like, I like, I like hundreds
On my, mother-fuckin' mind is money (Ghost)
Riding Rolls Royce lookin' like some money
Master P ridin' with that unh in a Hummer / Oh no
Know these niggas wanna be petty
Make-up, these bitches wanna be pretty
Rider, make her put the heater in her panties
Got bands, pussy, I'll be there in a minute

I ain't got a minute
Baby wait a minute
Before you start, you don't need to finish
Every fuckin' text, you don't need to send us
You a good girl, you don't need a menace
Ridin' in the car, lookin' at the stars
'Cause I dropped the top, this been done before
I done got the cops, focused on the car
Bitch up in the passenger, focused on the watch
Walked in double G, lookin' for a fit
Step up on my kicks, I'ma have a fit
I'm ridin' in a Porsche, lookin' like a scorch
Photo shoot on the Porsche
So much designer, I'm endorsed

I like, I like, I like, I like hundreds
On my, mother, fuckin' mind is money (Ghost)
Riding Rolls Royce lookin' like some money
Master P riding with that unh in a Hummer / Oh no
Know these niggas wanna be petty
Makeup, these bitches wanna be pretty
Rider, make her put the heater in her panties
Got bands pussy, I'll be there in a minute

Dolla, dolla bill y'all, we play big ball
You think it's on a crate, how that bitch sit tall
Get the car waxed, and had the dirt ripped off
Boy, that shit ain't real, those some Gucci rip offs
These ain't out, these some Hermes flip flops
You thought that you saw these, you sniffin' Chris Rock
I'm in that tic-toc, and I'm making pit stops
2 4 14s, bitch we got big blocks
The dope, dope, dope keep me calm
This fuckin' chinchilla keep me warm
It's Chief So, it's Turbo, it's a bomb
I just flamed a loud pack, AKA alarm

I like, I like, I like, I like hundreds
On my, mother, fuckin' mind is money (Ghost)
Riding Rolls Royce lookin' like some money
Master P riding with that unh in a Hummer / Oh no
Know these niggas wanna be petty
Makeup, these bitches wanna be pretty
Rider, make her put the heater in her panties
Got bands pussy, I'll be there in a minute

NEW BUGATTI lyrics - Lil Gnar, Ski Mask The Slump God & Chief Keef (feat. DJ Scheme)

Yeahh yeahh
Ayy
Ay scheme you killed it
Skrr Skrr
Bang Bang

Got a new Bugatti play my music when I'm driving
Like I'm Lil Weezy tattoos all over my body
Four foreigns from the islands finna split a dose of Molly
She gone spit all on my jonny while a nigga flying private

Should of told you I'm a rock star baby girl
All my real trap niggas gotta keep the burner
I be praying for the bands sipping purple syrup
If my grandmama was here I'd put her in a fur

Start at the bottom the shit was real dark
My nigga my nigga yeah yeah
Snatch a hellcat know that we doing the digits
Got a pink toes she here doing my dishes
Gang gone stack the deads that's the only mission

My OG be serving he still got a pager
Start a mosh pit I'm a real fucking rager
Tats on my face my bitch think I'm crazy
Cry when I leave, I swear she is a baby
All these blue money I'm wavy
All these blue hundreds I'm wavy

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Got a new Bugatti play my music when I'm driving
Like I'm Lil Weezy tattoos all over my body
Four foreigns from the islands finna split a dose of molly
She gone spit all on my jonny while a nigga flying private
Fucking with me get some stamps on your passport
I be smoking gas boy
My pistol electric, it light up like a Tesla
I got all the junkies on the Block I got a meth lab
3500 for the coat that's a Moncler

(WATERRRR!)
Niggas don't be real like fentanyl in a pill
All this water on my neck grew gills like some krill
On a hill with your bitch just call us Jack and Jill
Feeling like Krillin my diamonds
Destructo disc they can't sit still
Feeling good feeling incredible
My gun got a fat ass Mrs. Incredible
He said he bout that shit, but ain't credible
That boy pussy get put on a pedestal
Need some antidote set it up
In a pandemic banded up
From the land where niggas don't understand that it's a blessing that we got to here
We be purging, that's for certain, yuhhh
Riding round with my demons
We be lurking yuh yuh
Be with Lil Gnar and he keep the fye like Charizard
Flip the bars till they bend and stretch, flow nylon
2020 gone let bygones be bygone
Fuck! Play the song

Got a new Bugatti play my music when I'm driving
Like I'm Lil Weezy tattoos all over my body
Four foreigns from the islands finna split a dose of molly
She gone spit all on my jonny while a nigga flying private
Fucking with me get some stamps on your passport
I be smoking gas boy
My pistol electric, it light up like a Tesla
I got all the junkies on the block I got a meth lab
3500 for the coat that's a Moncler

Aye Gnar what they gone do?
Pull up to the back door
Bitch we got it for the low
We don't sell quarters nigga
Take that shit somewhere else hoe
Spin your block like merry-go
She freaky what she acting for
Heard she a set chick
John Madden whack dat hoe
Sneak dissing cock sucker
Shut em down like blockbusters
Pull up in that ghost busters
Do not let the cop bust ya
Nigga pick yourself up
Nigga hold your wrist up
Nigga let me tell you something
Fuck a bitch don't give a fuck
I use to tell niggas pick me up
I use to tell bitches drop me off
Had a talk with a double barrel
He said why the fuck you saw me off
Sosa off to shoot the lames
Riding round in that Superman
And I got that Lois Lane
Speaking on us don't know the gang
Bang!

Got a new Bugatti play my music when I'm driving
Like I'm Lil Weezy tattoos all over my body
Four foreigns from the islands finna split a dose of molly
She gone spit all on my jonny while a nigga flying private
Fucking with me get some stamps on your passport
I be smoking gas boy
My pistol electric, it light up like a Tesla
I got all the junkies on the block I got a meth lab
3500 for the coat that's a Moncler
3500 for the coat that's a Moncler
(3500 for the coat that's a Moncler)

No Bap lyrics - Chief Keef

Ay, ay, ay
Chief So
Protege Beatz
Say young nigga you don't know me
Fuck this nigga, fuck his bap
Ay, ay, ay, ay (Uh, uh)
Ay, gang, gang, Sosa Baby!

Nana nana nah
Nana nana nah (ay)
Nana nana nah (bang, bang)
Nana nana nah (bang, bang)
Nana nana nah (bang bang)
Nana nana nah (bang, bang)

Chief So I go hard, come gimme a round of applause
Tell Looney Tunes I'm on Mars
You got clips come play your part
You got banana clips smoking on trees
You got shotgun shells OP
I'm in it as you see, say young nigga you don't know me
Say that I ain't answer she done
Bitch I was on FaceTime with my son
Baby mama telling me he bad
So I told him don't be holding no guns
Niggas think it's sweet, we gon' light his ass up for free
And he said he pulling up on me, I'm like click click clack (Owee)

No bap no bap no bap
No bap no bap no bap
No bap no bap no bap
No bap no bap no bap

Pro'ly ran off with yo pack, now I can buy your pack know that
It ain't my gat if it ain't no stack, I'm 'a flip the switch and don't hold back (Yeah)
Nigga you in them streets, better buy yourself a piece
Shorty rockin' that J, 'cause he sell that R-O-C
37 is when it go beep, nigga we'll seize yo shit police
I'm in it as you see, tell that bitch fuck with me

Nana nana nah
Nana nana nah (ay)
Nana nana nah (bang, bang)
Nana nana nah (bang, bang)
Nana nana nah (bang bang)
Nana nana nah (bang, bang)

Nigga I pull up in a tank
I kick more style than Liu Kang
Opps and the dope tryna team
She just got served blue sayne
My cup lookin' redder than paint
I drove my granny insane
Boy tryna sell the whole thang, it was gone I was David Blaine
Fuck the FBI, can't see me about trump
Rob him throw away, tell that shit out then done
I make more than your lump sum
Can you say that again uh
I'ma need to buy me a third lung
Beam on a nigga no sun

No bap no bap no bap
No bap no bap no bap
No bap no bap no bap
No bap no bap no bap

Pro'ly ran off with yo pack, now I can buy your pack know that
It ain't my gat if it ain't no stack, I'm 'a flip the switch and don't hold back (Yeah)
Nigga you in them streets, better buy yourself a piece
Shorty rockin' that J, 'cause he sell that R-O-C
37 is when it go beep, nigga we'll seize yo shit police
I'm in it as you see, tell that bitch fuck with me

Say young nigga you don't know me
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, gang baby
Bang bang
Nana nana nah
Nana nana nah (ay)
Nana nana nah (bang)
Nana nana nah (bang)
Nana nana nah (bang)
Nana nana nah

On Gang lyrics - Chief Keef, Tadoe & Ballout

(Ay, Young Malcolm)

[Chief Keef:]
Woo
On gang (ay, ay)
On gang (ay, ay, bang, bang)
On gang
Alright, let me do this, though (Bang, bang)

[Chief Keef, Tadoe & Ballout:]
Ay, I just pulled up in a 'Vette, vet said I'm good looking (Yeah, on gang)
Trackhawk seats the color of pudding (Okay), this bitch just called me "pudding" (Okay)
And I hang my wrist up out it, smokin' on the grossest (Dudadur)
You can not afford this shit, the grossest cost the most-est
Don't make me call a hit, they blitz out, little folks slide and smoke you (I say)
We slidin', we slidin', we spinnin', spinnin', they go on roller-coaster
If I'm rollin' up, then you little niggas know what I'm smokin' (ay)
I'm ridin' in the foreign and I don't even know where I'm goin' (ay)
We five deep, back to back, ridin', slidin', and glidin' (Skrrt, skrrt)
The opps so broke, they're playin' Duck Duck and hidin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Ten thousand on that shit, boy, you shouldn't have bought that jewelry (Dudadur)
I'm ridin' 'round SRT (Dudadur), the seats on their period (Dudadur)

[Chief Keef:]
Woo (Skudaskur)
On gang (Skudaskur, skudaskur)
On gang (Skudaskur)
On gang (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, on foenem)

Ay, at the dinner table with the Glock up on the holster
Chopper from Iran, bitch, I be hangin' with some soldiers
The blue faces the bread and the money machine the toaster
I ain't used to wanna crease my shoes, now I walk on the back of 'em (ay)
Rest in peace to Tray Savage, I'm tryna MAC something
Sellin' that dope, turned up my crack sum
Ride with that MAC, bitch, I'll hack a bitch
Bitch, don't call me "Keef", call me "Your Majesty"
Where the fuck your party's at? Gang and them crash that shit
Said you got a pint, bitch, we'll match the shit
Row, row your boat up on the block, Patrick shit
Said she wanna smoke dope, told that bitch, "I got the shit" (Bang, bang, bang, bang)

On gang
On gang
On gang

[Tadoe, Chief Keef & Ballout:]
He just bought a pint of Tris, but he ain't know it's fake
Got a chopper same size Tiny, nigga, no escape
Boy, you better not pull up joshing unless you hold the Drac'
I ride Forgiatos like they're roller-skates
I got racks on me, nigga, no debate
Bitches say that they're gay, but for me, they're straight
Trap house, foreigns outside, we don't go on dates
Jewelry water, lake
Long live the greats
Ocean Prime steaks
Go, go, no breaks
Go, Ballout, niggas know it's go, go, no breaks
They got ho traits
In their whole face
I be with some warriors, call us "Golden State" (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

[Chief Keef:]
On gang (ay, ay)
On gang (ay, ay, bang, bang)
On gang
Alright, let me do this, though (Bang, bang)

Pussy, stay in your lane (Skrrt, skrrt)
No face, no case, bitch, no names (Huh?)
Counting papers, turning pages (Turning pages)
Call me "Chief So The Greatest" (Beep, beep)
I'm like, long live the greats, bitch (Beep, beep, beep)
Monkey nuts, I'm going ape shit (Bang, bang)
Line you up like a tape, bitch (Skuda, skudaskur)
Got some gay hoes and a straight bitch (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I'm a king, I'm a pharaoh, ho (True, true, true, true)
Pull up wide body Camaro, ho (True, true, true, true, ay)
Free Left Eye, Jack Sparrow, ho (ay, ay, ay, gang)
I'm smokin' arms out the elbow, ho (Woo, woo)

On gang (ay, ay)
On gang (ay, ay, bang, bang)
On gang
Alright, let me do this, though (Bang, bang)
On gang (ay, ay)
On gang (ay, ay, bang, bang)
On gang (Bang, bang)

One Mo lyrics - Tadoe & Chief Keef

[Tadoe (Chief Keef):]
One mo'
(How many you need, shawty?)
I need one mo' stain
One mo'
(You sure? We'll be right back in like 10 minutes)
Let's get it

[Tadoe:]
I need one mo', I need one mo'
I need one mo', I need one mo'
I need one mo', I need one mo'

I need one mo' stain, I need one mo' lick
I need one mo' stain, finna flex on my bitch
I need one mo' stain, finna ice out my wrist
I need one mo' stain, and you better not be it
I need one mo' stain, finna take a nigga' shit
I need one mo' stain, I need one mo' lick
I need one mo' of that, and one mo' of this
I'm finna have a threesome I need one mo' bitch

I need one mo', I need one mo'
I need one mo', I need one mo'
I need one mo', I need one mo' stain
I need one mo', I need one mo'
I need one mo', I need one mo'
I need one mo', I need one mo'
I need one mo', I need one stain
I need one mo', I need one mo'

[Tadoe (Chief Keef):]
I need one mo' watch, I need one mo' pot
All these bands in my pocket, I need one mo' knot
Police ran in the trap, I need one mo' spot
Lil Foe caught the opps lackin', I need one mo' Glock
I need one mo' (You need what?)
I need one mo' (You need what?)
Two guns in my hand, like I'm Rambo (Two guns)
Knock knock, "Who is this?" we let guns blow
Nigga tweet, get your issue, we want gun smoke
We let guns blow, we let guns go
Bop bop, 'nother body, that's just one mo'
Now your lungs low, you need one mo'
Bop bop, damn I'm out, I need ammo

[Tadoe:]
I need one mo', I need one mo'
I need one mo', I need one mo'
I need one mo', I need one mo' stain
I need one mo', I need one mo'

I need one mo' stain, I need one mo' lick
I need one mo' stain, finna flex on my bitch
I need one mo' stain, finna ice out my wrist
I need one mo' stain, and you better not be it
I need one mo' stain, finna take a nigga' shit
I need one mo' stain, I need one mo' lick
I need one mo' of that, and one mo' of this
I'm finna have a threesome I need one mo' bitch

[Chief Keef:]
Spend, spend, damn I'm out, I need more cash
I ain't done, had to handle me one more task
Violated, and the judge gave me one mo' pass
Louis Vuitton, whip a little boy's ass
In a fast car, you know I'm goin' more fast
Survived the crash, we ain't doin' no more crashin'
In a two-seat, so I can take one more passenger
Call Marvel, ask 'em can they take one more Avenger
Did a interview, and now I'm like no more cameras
Threw enough cash, and now I don't like no more dancers
SWAT done knocked my gate down, I need one more mansion
Might need one more engine, my shit throwin' tantrums

[Tadoe:]
I need one mo', I need one mo'
I need one mo', I need one mo'
I need one mo', I need one mo' stain
I need one mo', I need one mo'
I need one mo', I need one mo'
I need one mo', I need one mo'
I need one mo', I need one mo' stain
I need one mo', I need one mo'

I need one mo' stain, I need one mo' lick
I need one mo' stain, finna flex on my bitch
I need one mo' stain, finna ice out my wrist
I need one mo' stain, and you better not be it
I need one mo' stain, finna take a nigga' shit
I need one mo' stain, I need one mo' lick
I need one mo' of that, and one mo' of this
I'm finna have a threesome I need one mo' bitch (One mo' bitch)

Ova Seas lyrics - Chief Keef & Terintino

[Chief Keef:]
One thing about me, I be neat (Gucci, Gucci)
Walk around like I got big feet
Hatin' on me, that's so weak
I'm gettin' money and that's how it's gon' be, aye
Interior in this bitch so neat, aye
Buy it if I want it, I ain't cheap, nay
Bitch you tired of yo' nigga call me, aye
Ridin' jet skis across seas, aye

Bitch fuck your boyfriend he's gay
He be with that muhfuckin' she say
Come get your bitch before she be on eBay
Ball pull up on me it's a speed race
Big b's on my feet
Run it up get some cleats
A little bread a little cheese
A little case a little fee's
RIP to my brothers that I think died for me
Countin' on blue cheese smokin' on celery
With my bloods
We ain't bloods, but we bloods 'cause we blood
Sneak diss us now ya dodgin' shots just because
Bring the blues fuck the buzz
Bring the checks fuck the love
Get a check fuck it up
Take my set throw it up

One thing about me, I be neat (Gucci, Gucci)
Walk around like I got big feet
Hatin' on me, that's so weak
I'm gettin' money and that's how it's gon' be, aye
Interior in this bitch so neat, aye
Buy it if I want it, I ain't cheap, nay
Bitch you tired of yo' nigga call me, aye
Ridin' jet skis across seas, aye

Nigga take that shit back
That shit ain't drop
You had your pistol on you but it ain't pop
Can't see nothing I like and it ain't copped
Should purchase a freight transit 'cause this shit don't stop
Where a nigga come from we got big-O'blocks
When I'm in your city we got big road blocks
At the table in -asino hittin' big old pots
Folknem slidin' in that veno they got big ole Glocks

[Terintino:]
Fuckin' round with my meat rolls
You fuck around and get shot
And I'm in that hard-top
It fuck around and get dropped
Yeah that Maybach yeah it's trailin' me
Full of shooters with felonies
And when I see these niggas
That's all I see is the jealousy

[Chief Keef:]
One thing about me, I be neat (Gucci, Gucci)
Walk around like I got big feet
Hatin' on me, that's so weak
I'm gettin' money and that's how it's gon' be, aye
Interior in this bitch so neat, aye
Buy it if I want it, I ain't cheap, nay
Bitch you tired of yo' nigga call me, aye
Ridin' jet skis across seas, aye

Overhead lyrics - Chief Keef

Ay, ay, ay, fuck outta here nigga
Gang, ooh, gang, ay, ooh, bang bang bang

I pop up in the middle of a hot block (Block, GBE baby)
In the drop top, play hopscotch on them hoes (Hopscotch)
She actin' crazy up a big nut on them hoe (Frrr)
Got the semi and got my Glock on them hoe (Bang, bang)
Wide body come and kill a hoe in the parking lot (Du-du-duh)
Mob shit, lose your life over a parking spot (Du-du-duh)
Trap real motherfucking stong Juggernaut (Skuduskrr)
Beam on your head make you fall off the top
Maid come to clean my house 'cause I like it neat
Told her she a good girl, she act like a freak (ay, ay)
And I'm smoking Os like one day that's my Capisce (ay ay)
She jump the 8 feet, bitch said I like it steep (Skrt skrt skrt)

Sit in a Lamborghini and set it on 4s (ay, ay, ay)
I just want a new motherfucking bankroll (ay)
Brand new Rolls Royce for the skank hoes (Skuduskrr, skuduskrr)
We was having fun bitch we play with dracos (Du-Du-Duh)
Pussy couldn't even do a hit 'cause he was scared (Nah)
Up the fucking beam and then place it on your head (Bang, bang)
Hold it on your head like a fucking overhead (Bang)
Gotta count the racks before I fucking go to bed (Gang, gang)

Gags up, Keke Palmer
Pussy we'll squeeze your coconut, Palm
Is your little brodie bitch you thought I played some drummers
Momma should have wore a fucking what? Condom
Can't take my shorties nowhere 'cause they're with it
I see he be frontin' for them what? For the bitches
Say that he was slidin', but what? But he snitchin'
Can't take the heat then stay out of what? Out the kitchen (ay)
Snitch ass little fuck boy, how you send a hit and tell on the one you sent boy?
I'm in good health looking like a fucking lick boy
You should get a bunny chain 'cause yo' ass a trick boy

Sit in a Lamborghini and set it on 4s (ay, ay, ay)
I just want a new motherfucking bankroll (ay)
Brand new Rolls Royce for the skank hoes (Skuduskrr, skuduskrr)
We was having fun bitch we play with dracos (Du-Du-Duh)
Pussy couldn't even do a hit 'cause he was scared (Nah)
Up the fucking beam and then place it on your head (Bang, bang)
Hold it on your head like a fucking overhead (Bang)
Gotta count the racks before I fucking go to bed (Gang, gang)

Gun on me you ain't even see it
Judge tryna stick brodie up for some shit he ain't even did
Baby momma don't do shit, she knows how to be a bitch
Steady tellin' a young nigga that he envy as shit
He got life and he can't read a shit
We will leave your pussy ass funky, it won't beat that shit
And we ain't got no problem, reach for the stick
Gave her dick and told her "Bitch, bye". She said I'm being a prick
Ay, I guess envy a prick
Lean on the way has gettin' heavy, a brick
Left your hellcat in the hood and they set it on bricks
Took six of everything, no nigga, no shit
Ay, is you posted? Takin' videos of your shooter, don't post it
Cop poppin' off the fuckin' pipes, buy more sticks
Ugh ugh, coughin' on the fuckin' dope, is you choke bitch?

Sit in a Lamborghini and set it on 4s (ay, ay, ay)
I just want a new motherfucking bankroll (ay)
Brand new Rolls Royce for the skank hoes (skuduskrr, skuduskrr)
We was having fun bitch we play with dracos (Du-Du-Duh)
Pussy couldn't even do a hit 'cause he was scared (Nah)
Up the fucking beam and then place it on your head (Bang, bang)
Hold it on your head like a fucking overhead (Bang)
Gotta count the racks before I fucking go to bed (gang, gang)

Them young niggas ain't got a lot of money but they got a lot of heart
I was in the jungle just like Madagascar
Zip you up and put your ass up in a shopping cart
Watch what you say around him 'cause he a narc
What gang he claim? I don't wanna be a part
Big got a twin, I don't know Tamara
Pussy we gon' send you, we don't care if it's V.I.Party
Hit you with the 9mm 360
Put you in the trigger bag, yeah, V.I.Bitch
I don't need security, bitch I need a stick
Walked up the Lambo, they're eyeing me and shit
Lamborghini out side it need serving
What you eyeing me for? Get to work bitch!
Bitch, we got Maybachs with the curtains
Countin' green skin even though I'm dark skin
Walkin' on the beat like a fucking carpet
Said my house clean bitch that's that Margaret
Bitch in a 4x4 but she can't park it
Yacht so rapped, I ain't from Marcel

Sit in a Lamborghini and set it on 4s (ay, ay, ay)
I just want a new motherfucking bankroll (ay)
Brand new Rolls Royce for the skank hoes (Skuduskrr, skuduskrr)
We was having fun bitch we play with dracos (Du-Du-Duh)
Pussy couldn't even do a hit 'cause he was scared (Nah)
Up the fucking beam and then place it on your head (Bang, bang)
Hold it on your head like a fucking overhead (Bang)
Gotta count the racks before I fucking go to bed (Gang, gang)

As I sit back relaxed, shorty hear "Yurr" (On my lap)
Yeah, shout out to the shorties that rescind from the trap
Rat ass niggas, man, we got the mice traps
Ay, have your engine like a strap
Lyin' to these bitches, boy, you know she like Pap
Catch yo' pussy ass in jail and make you rap
Chicken and them yams, someone call ASAP
I'm in New Orleans, gettin' Chino or the Mella
Is it true that saying "All dogs go to heaven"?
You ain't never squeeze or had that feelin'
Up the new to you, I ain't even like that really
Ridin' with the 50, smokin' on the Pastor
Bitch, we been havin' beef like tacos
You wanna be the La Familia, be the vatos
But she gotta have a membership, Cuzco
Ay, fuck yo' clique, drop dead
Pussy sendin' 91s then he got scared
Pussy can't hold war then he can't hold shit
How the fuck you gon' be a shark, no ma'am
Spedin' paper no scam
He thought he was live, we gon' mute him no sound
And we pullin' up, we'll shut the show down
Police up there, fuck boy, slow down!
Ay, yeah, yes ma'am
Send us the alley, we gon' come and blow it down
10mm, 45 and 40 cals
Bitch, I buy arcades, choppers, pistols, pounds
Ay, lean close hoes, not a bean
Pussy boy was dissin' then he was lot of shit
Gang hoppin' ass nigga, hoppin' like a bitch
Shoot the gun in your crib, the neighbors wanna shit
Ay, put a tomato on the shit
Ding-ding, it's beef with you, it's waitin' on a bitch
You call TMZ yourself, you waitin' on the critics
Put him in a suit, he should've mind his fuckin' business

Sit in a Lamborghini and set it on 4s (ay, ay, ay)
I just want a new motherfucking bankroll (ay)
Brand new Rolls Royce for the skank hoes (Skuduskrr, skuduskrr)
We was having fun bitch we play with dracos (Du-Du-Duh)
Pussy couldn't even do a hit 'cause he was scared (Nah)
Up the fucking beam and then place it on your head (Bang, bang)
Hold it on your head like a fucking overhead (Bang)
Gotta count the racks before I fucking go to bed (Gang, gang)

Yurr, yeah
Yurr, yeah
Yurr, yeah
Yurr, yeah

Promenade lyrics - Chief Keef

Yung Rari, Yung Rari
R-r-r-r-r-r-rari

I know you going through some shit (Going through some shit)
Keep it going, you gon' be lit (You gon' be lit)
I know you dreamin' chains and a wrist (Chains and a wrist)
When you forty, is you gon' exist? (Is you gon' exist?)
Take my goals and scratch them off the list (Scratch them off the list)
And you know that we gotta pay the rent (Gotta pay the rent)
See them snakes and they're gonna hiss (They're gonna hiss)
Ain't no playin' me, girl I ain't no flick (Girl I ain't no flick)
Think she playin' me? Ain't that 'bout a bitch (Ain't that 'bout a bitch)
On my wrist, bitch, that is 'bout a brick, ay (That is 'bout a brick)
Come this way, play it like a mixtape, ay (Play it like a mixtape, yeah)
She say my dick is 'bout how much a brick weigh, yeah ('bout how much a brick weigh)
Niggas houses lookin' haunted, I won't even want that shit (No, no no)
He can have her, he want that bitch (Nah)
She like to listen to "That's It", she ain't know my dick was that big (Nah, nah)
Walk and talk then I hit my hit
Sara Lee let me get my bread, kick that bitch outta my bed (Get out)
You ain't hood, boy, you a fed, knock your ass out like Craig
I'ma journey in the middle like Shrek, I be on that shit all day
Beat went off again? Oh my God

What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (Lemonade, aye aye aye aye)
We got clips like the promenade (Promenade)
Blowin' up like a damn grenade (Boom, damn grenade)
I'ma arsenal tryna set a blaze (Set a blaze)
Cops try to get us everyday (Everyday)
Granny was on minimum wage (Wage, granny)
You a dog but I be bending the cage (Bending the cage, no)

I'm standin' in a line of damus (Yeah)
I'm standin' in the line, of lines (Lines)
If I ask how she doin', you know she fine (Bang bang)
I hit that bitch so hard she see sta-a-ars
Might have to beat her boyfriend, let me mo-o-opp
She told me get her Uber and three sta-a-ars
She like "why you ain't take me in your ca-a-ar?" (I'm like nah)

What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (Lemonade, aye aye aye aye)
We got clips like the promenade (Promenade)
Blowin' up like a damn grenade (Boom, damn grenade)
I'ma arsenal tryna set a blaze (Set a blaze)
Cops try to get us everyday (Everyday)
Granny was on minimum wage (Wage, granny)
You a dog but I be bending the cage (Bending the cage, no)
What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (Lemonade, aye aye aye aye)
We got clips like the promenade (Promenade)
Blowin' up like a damn grenade (Boom, damn grenade)
I'ma arsenal tryna set a blaze (Set a blaze)
Cops try to get us everyday (Everyday)
Granny was on minimum wage (Wage, granny)
You a dog but I be bending the cage (Bending the cage, no)

What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (Lemonade, aye aye aye aye)
We got clips like the promenade (Promenade)
Blowin' up like a damn grenade (Boom, damn grenade)
I'ma arsenal tryna set a blaze (Set a blaze)
Cops try to get us everyday (Everyday)
Granny was on minimum wage (Wage, granny)
You a dog but I be bending the cage (Bending the cage, no)

PS (Pants Sag) lyrics - Chief Keef & Zaytoven

Ay, yeah
Zaytoven, goddamn (Yur)
What you on though? (Yur)
Gettin' guap right? (Yur)
Thanks for the care package nigga (Yeah)
Dropped down in a nick of time (Huh, huh, huh)
Got them Percs, we don't pop em' though (Huh, huh, huh)
Do this shit for real nigga (Gang)

I'ma let my pants sag, shawty
I'ma let my pants sag, shawty
She like "why you let your pants sag?"
This that F&N swag
Let my pants sag, I'ma let my pants sag
Let my pants sag, I'ma let my pants sag
Just another day, just another day

My kicks a thousand grams, girl, pants cost me them bands, dad
I weren't giving a damn, miss, pardon me, you startled me
My chains filled with currency, ice attack, emergency
Turn this bitch to murder scene, hurry please, he burgundy
Shirt off, a lotta tax, I can smoke a hundred racks
Got Chief Sosa pack, I switched that, they was smokin' that
Eighty racks in these fuckin' jeans make my pants sag
Chain swag, chain swang, wrist Glo, Range Flash
SosaToven, cash in these dragon pants
F&N hangin' out my pocket give you bad skin
Red Porsche with the frog lights and the paper tag
Nigga run up on us, hang him upside down and shake his ass

I'ma let my pants sag, .40 make my pants sag
F&N make my pants sag, ratchet make my pants sag
I got so much jewelry on me, I get so much money, homie
I got so much jewelry on yet I think I need a clone
Pants sag, pants sag, I'ma let my pants sag
I got too much jewelery on me, got too many shots on me
Pants sag, pants sag, damn, I got a stupid swag
If you let them get it first, up your cock, shoot it back

Hold the strap lower than a Lambo'
In a Lambo', dust his ass, call it M code
Diamond ducka run it, think I got it from a dutcher
Watch goin' crazy, Spanish miss at the snow
Throwin' up the bankroll, fuckin' up the bankroll
It's Dominican, keep sacks, had them pesos
Higher than G6, flyer than a Aero
G's L's up solo in the waterfall
Sosa make pesos, Sosa get Dinero
Send it to me, give it to me, keep it on a dealo
Shoot him with the .44, shoot him like a free throw
I can up somethin' that's bigger than yo ego

I'ma let my pants sag, .40 make my pants sag
F&N make my pants sag, ratchet make my pants sag
I got so much jewelry on me, I get so much money, homie
I got so much jewelry on yet I think I need a clone
Pants sag, pants sag, I'ma let my pants sag
I got too much jewelery on me, got too many shots on me
Pants sag, pants sag, damn, I got a stupid swag
If you let them get it first, up your cock, shoot it back

Tadoe pants keep saggin' to the floor
.40 get to the speedin', Ball's you ain't gettin' the sheets
I hold 60 grands up in my pants
And it got my pants keep fallin' off my ass
I got racks on racks on top of racks
We got straps and stacks on back bag
I hold 80 cash in my jeans (80)
I pull that shit out on 'em and make 'em mad (So mad)
I got 40 cash plus I got a FN, so if you try me I'ma shoot you once then shoot you again
So if you tryna rob me, I'ma shoot the shorty shorty
I got a 40 grand plus I got a 40 pants plus I got a banger

Huh, bang bang, huh, brr, huh, bang bang, huh, huh, bang bang, brr
I got so much jewelry on yet I think I need a clone
Bang, huh, bang bang, huh, brr, gang gang bang, huh
If you let them get it first, up your cock, shoot it back
Shoot it back, ay, brr
Shoot it back, ay, brr
Shoot it back, ay, brr
Shoot it back, ay

Rarri Pass By lyrics - Chief Keef

Rarri pass, black truck behind it, body bags
Spent that cash, get that cash
Ain't no Uber, we'll come and get your ass
Aye aye, pop bags aye, pop tags
You'll end up in the ocean, plastic bags
You can buy the whole store, still ain't got no swag
This ain't Nickelodeon, but I gotta blast

If you want some beef we got that good burger
I got two guns you don't wanna merge 'em
Say you smokin' loud, nigga I ain't heard ya
Finna get money, nigga I ain't worried
Aye, off the lean feeling like I'm off caffeine
Seen a bad bitch told that bitch tap-in
And this bitch knows I got bands like I got hands
And Ben Frank' on my fam, I ain't got no friends

Rarri pass, black truck behind it, body bags
Spent that cash, get that cash
Ain't no Uber, we'll come and get your ass
Aye aye, pop bags aye, pop tags
You'll end up in the ocean, plastic bags
You can buy the whole store, still ain't got no swag
This ain't Nickelodeon, but I gotta blast

PBS these niggas Teletubbies
And the car look cool but it sound hella ugly (Hrrmm)
Shawty told me if I fucked her then I'm hella lucky (huh)
Other bitch told damn why you never touch me
My other bitch said damn why u don't never text me
I'm just tryna love you why you don't never let me (nah)
Tryna set her man down but I ain't never ready (nah)
But she give me boob-boob so I call her baddy
Name rings takin' bells
Oh he don't know my name, well ring the bell
Sippin' 16 oz like I need a scall
Make a ning ding ring pad either bells
This bitch on my ass like a fuckin' bell
I'm tryna see how my ice uh made a mail
Cops was still on foe tryna make him tell
Say she like my Timbs bitch I got it built

Rarri pass, black truck behind it, body bags
Spent that cash, get that cash
Ain't no Uber, we'll come and get your ass
Aye aye, pop bags aye, pop tags
You'll end up in the ocean, plastic bags
You can buy the whole store, still ain't got no swag
This ain't Nickelodeon, but I gotta blast

How many times use my lighter today?
How many times you threw your life away?
How many high speeds u got away
There trouble that way go the other way
THC 'cause I got back problems
We at your window with Mac problems
Oh baby, look the lamb crawling
Call Ball 'cause I been ballin'
Like a Jah bitch I'm takin' off
Like a nah, we be breakin' off
Like a song, we'll take you off
The earth done rolled a blaze, skatin' off
Off the Superman, I'm flyin' off
The white price bitch I bought it off
I brought the time freeze then I paused
We were servin' Calvin Klein with the Kenneth Cole
Rarri pass, niggas must've think they can't catch it
They tried to catch him, they can't catch him
Can you catch me? You can't catch him
Skrrrt, Rarri passed him

Fffff, beep beep beep

Real Money lyrics - Chief Keef

I'm talking real money, no counterfeit
You can tell I get money, baby look at my wrists
You can tell I get money, baby look at my crib
You can tell I get money, now she wanna live with me
I'm talking real money, real money real money, real money
Real money, real money real money, real money
Real money, real money real money, real money
Real money, real money real money, real money
Real money, real money real money, real money
Aye bitch I'm talking real money
Real money, real money
Bitch I'm talking real money

I pull up then slide out like touchdown
Nigga you can nuck if ya buck, gon' buck, get yo dumb ass bucked down
It was me an Kenn Rob on the south side of Chicago looking for a damn buck down
I was pulling up with the players, out there looking, you know I got touchdowns
Make the bullets go left, right, in the middle of your eyesight I paint it like peter
You niggas my sons, I know shoulda stomped on ya'll fetus
Bitch I got stripes like a tiger, pulled up in the all white bitch I ain't a zebra
I knew she was gon' eat when she seen my car but she says shes ain't a eater
Baby if you ain't no a eater it then I can say I ain't a cheater
I'm smoking on reefa - high as fuck, and I can say I ain't a tweaker
I'm pulling up flexin' up, think that I'm lacking' cause pussy I got the fajita
I hit up yo neck, and yo arms, and yo chest, and then for the forensics I leave ya

I'm talking real money, no counterfeit
You can tell I get money, baby look at my wrists
You can tell I get money, baby look at my crib
You can tell I get money, now she wanna live with me
I'm talking real money, real money real money, real money
Real money, real money real money, real money
Real money, real money real money, real money
Real money, real money real money, real money
Real money, real money real money, real money
Aye bitch I'm talking real money
Real money, real money
Bitch I'm talking real money

I won't demand my respect, he gots some decent OG
Then a zip is what I get, no I'm Keef but I don't sweat
Why these niggas faking man I don't get
Man, I pull down my damn upsets
Youngest nigga in here with a fucking check
Man, bitch I got stacks on deck
Talking jewelry boy then stacks on back
You talking young and reckless then it's stacks on head
Walked the room left my stack on bed, man
Don't ya'll forget I need bands, I'm the man, goddamn
I pull up, yo bitch know who I am

I'm talking real money, no counterfeit
You can tell I get money, baby look at my wrists
You can tell I get money, baby look at my crib
You can tell I get money, now she wanna live with me
I'm talking real money, real money real money, real money
Real money, real money real money, real money
Real money, real money real money, real money
Real money, real money real money, real money
Real money, real money real money, real money
Aye bitch I'm talking real money
Real money, real money
Bitch I'm talking real money

Say Ya Grace lyrics - Lyrical Lemonade, Chief Keef & Lil Yachty

The beat go off?
Hey, is this Sosa?
Am I speaking to Sosa right now?
Who the fuck is you?
I don't know and I just want you to explain something to me
Explain ya ass

I got some money on the way
Kill them with kindness, then piss on their grave
If the nigga don't get hit, don't get grazed
I saw Superman, now you safe
Pussy, before you eat, say ya grace
You already know they b's, they not j's
I got her too high, she think she laced
I be on her head like a lace

Beamed up
Bottega jeans, I ain't even
Bottega jeans, I ain't even
Bottega jeans, I ain't even wear yet
I ain't walkin' in that bitch, they ain't pay me yet
She mad in the bed like, "He ain't slurp me yet"
Geekin', I mistake my DR bitch for Puerto Rican
Fifty hoes flew in, we treat a Tuesday like the weekend
Suck me like you need me, I'ma bless you like a deacon
Tell a nigga die, I ain't gonna lie, this shit ain't even
Catch her while she leakin', she gon' guzzle up all the seamen
Worry about your streamin', all that rich will leave you bleedin'

I got some money on the way
Kill them with kindness, then piss on their grave
If the nigga don't get hit, don't get grazed
I saw Superman, now you safe
Pussy, before you eat, say ya grace
You already know they b's, they not j's
I got her too high, she think she laced
I be on her head like a lace

I'm with my crew, win or lose
And my boss, Terry Crews
Them hunnid bands, they Crip blue
I'm in the humvee, with six troops
What you wanna do? Her fist too
Gave your bitches sip of the wrist juice
She meltin' all on my wrist too
But I'ma icy nigga, it's cool

I got some money on the way
Kill them with kindness, then piss on their grave
If the nigga don't get hit, don't get grazed
I saw Superman, now you safe
Pussy, before you eat, say ya grace
You already know they b's, they not j's
I got her too high, she think she laced
I be on her head like a lace

Scream lyrics - Chief Keef

[Sample from "Scary Movie":]
[Shorty Meeks:] Yo?
[The Killer:] Hello, Shorty. What are you doing?
[Shorty Meeks:] Nothing. Sitting here watching the game, smoking some bud
[The Killer:] Are you all alone?
[Roommate:] Wassup?!
[Shorty Meeks:] Wassup?!
[The Killer:] What the...? Who's that
[Shorty Meeks:] Yo, pick up the phone
[Roommate:] Wassup?!
[The Killer:] Wassup?!
[Roommate:] Wassup?!
[Shorty Meeks:] Yo Dookie! Pick up the phone!
[Dookie:] Yo?
[The Killer:] Wassup?!
[Everyone:] Wassup?!
[Shorty Meeks:] What you doing, son?
[The Killer:] Nothing. Just chillin'. Killin'
[Shorty Meeks:] True, true, true, true, true...

Hey man, I don't wanna smoke your weed, I got my own weed know what I'm sayin'?
I don't wanna drink your lean nigga I got my own lean know what I'm saying?
You can't get me in the motherfucking studio unless I'm rapping on a $20,000 mic you feel me?
That is how I'm feeling yo, know what I mean? Know what I mean? Know what I mean? Know what I mean? Know what I mean? Know what I mean?

Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, wassup?!
Know what I mean? Know what I mean? You now what I mean? You know what I mean? You know what I mean? You know what I mean?
I hop out make 'em Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, wassup?!
Know what I mean? Know what I mean? You now what I mean? I glee, I'm clean, hey I hop out make 'em scream

I got "Scream 4", I got "Scary Movie"
Bitch, I got that "Purge", I got every movie
You know how I slide bitch my life a movie
She want to get wifed she get one-night jacuzzi
Scream 4 Sosa when you see a nigga
They screaming for me because they know I don't wanna beat no nigga
Got that Anthony Anderson in my jeans nigga
That's the fat racks I pull 'em out they screaming nigga

Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, wassup?!
Know what I mean? Know what I mean? You now what I mean? You know what I mean? You know what I mean? You know what I mean?
I hop out make 'em Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, wassup?!
Know what I mean? Know what I mean? You now what I mean? I glee, I'm clean, hey I hop out make 'em scream

I got that Marlon Wayans bucks, wassup?!
I got that Demi Williams bucks, what up?!
I got that Money Team bucks, like I box
I told them hoes they can't fit in the truck
All these racks can't fit up in my pants
You sneak diss and Chief Sosa do you in
Told that bitch you wan' top me get goin', bitch spin
They need Keef in "Scary Movie 6"

Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, wassup?!
Know what I mean? Know what I mean? You now what I mean? You know what I mean? You know what I mean? You know what I mean?
I hop out make 'em Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, Scream 4 Sosa, wassup?!
Know what I mean? Know what I mean? You now what I mean? I glee, I'm clean, hey I hop out make 'em scream

Semi lyrics - Chief Keef

Aye, aye
G-L-O, aye
Sosa baby, you know how I'm rocking baby
Cut off stocking, keep kush in my pocket man
A Breitling for the timer, get yo grind up nigga

I got a Ruger with a 30, a Glock with a 50
That's 80 shots, hit 50 blocks with the 50
Hit 3 blocks, with the Ruger blewing niggas dizzy
Niggas don't want no cancer, shoot his head or his kidney
In my right pocket 100's, in my left pocket 50
You told the cops I'm selling drugs, you little mouse Mickey
I'm smoking Tooka right now, death right with me
Caught a opp lacking, he done helped my semi

I'm rolling with the semi in this fucking pretty Hemi
Cops get behind me, I'ma get it, I'ma get it
I'ma speed it bitch, I'm getting away, ain't no catching Sosa
Racks up in my pocket, toolie in my cup holder
I been in this shit, you ain't, sleep wake up and smell the Folgers
When I wake up I wake and bake bitch, I'm a heavy smoker
I let the little thottie hit this shit, she's a heavy choker
Gambling with you life nigga, we could play heavy poker

I got a Ruger with a 30, a Glock with a 50
That's 80 shots, hit 50 blocks with the 50
Hit 3 blocks, with the Ruger blewing niggas dizzy
Niggas don't want no cancer, shoot his head or his kidney
In my right pocket 100's, in my left pocket 50
You told the cops I'm selling drugs, you little mouse Mickey (snitchin')
I'm smoking Tooka right now, death right with me
Caught a opp lacking, he done helped my semi (gang gang)

Aye, I'm washed up in Fiji (washed up in that Fiji)
Wet a nigga up, this sound nini with this ning ding
She a busta, don't believe me
Let her greasy, like some old pam mizzy
I was smooking Cheechy, getting top by a lil Kiki (thottie)
That knee knee, that knee knee was so great it had me weak weak
Beep beep, I gotta go and get that fffffff beep beep
Fees fees with the money (cheese), bitch it's time to eat eat (eat)

I got a Ruger with a 30, a Glock with a 50
That's 80 shots, hit 50 blocks with the 50
Hit 3 blocks, with the Ruger blewing niggas dizzy
Niggas don't want no cancer, shoot his head or his kidney
In my right pocket 100's, in my left pocket 50
You told the cops I'm selling drugs, you little mouse Mickey
I'm smoking Tooka right now, death right with me
Caught a opp lacking, he done helped my semi

Aye, you little mouse Mickey
Aye, you little opp snitchy
Aye, you little eyes bitchy
I'm makin' money, I don't need no kitchen

Shawty Say She Love Me / Colors lyrics - Chief Keef

Ay!
Ha
She loves me, she loves me not
Let me check my watch
What the time is?
Quarter past fuck-you, nigga!
I know man I don't give a fuck
I don't give a shit!

Shawty say she like me, wanna be my wifey
On me like a hypebeast, on me like a Nike
She know that I was a dope boy, so white, like rice B
He knows his bitch like me, that's why he don't like me
Say she want to eat me, told her, "Just don't bite me."
He don't know I got a Glock, say he gon' on sight me
Went outside it's biting, I don't care I'm Icy
Police said on dispatch; is that him? It might be
Kick his ass like Bruce Lee, kick him in some Spike Lees
Ridin' 'round with my Bloods, but we ain't from Rice Street
And the broom go like sweep, thinking back I might weep
He say he don't like me but looking up my "type beats"

She loves me, she loves me not (Burr!)
The VVs on my watch (My watch!)
I love you too baby, I love you too baby! (ay)

Say you smoking dope pack, but that ain't no dope pack
Where you get that dope at? Nigga need to go back
I get your folks wacked, take them out like nose wax
Got them horses in my shit, bitch thought it was a Bojack
I got so much power, think I can bring Ghost back
Oh, you ain't know that, must be off a Coke sack
Smoking Oreo-Os, call this shit the post pack
If my bullets was a shirt, should be like a 4X
Bullets hits your smedium, turn that bitch to 4X
And I know I'm keefy but, bitch I don't mean no sweat
We on his ass, he's so stretched - Duh, duh, duh bitch post that
Shoot a hole in his stomach, see if he's drinkin' Moët

She hate me, she hate me not
Ridin' 'round with the Jay-Z Knot
You like my chain, huh?
He love you too baby, he love you too baby, ay

Shawty like, "You Sosa?"
She was drinking mimosa
She Greek, I said, "Opa"
Park the whip like Rosa
Man, these niggas posers
Give his momma roses
Part the sea like Moses
Tell that nigga focus
Dope be gettin' me nauseous
Please proceed with caution
We gon' be in Ella
What the fuck you dodgin'?
Switching up my options
Tell IG to caption
Man, he on some opp shit
Send his ass to oppland

She loves me, she loves me not (Burr!)
The VVs on my watch (My watch!)
I love you too baby, ay

Shawty says she loves me, but I'm thinking maybe
Wanna be my Beyoncé, baby, I ain't Jay-Z
Gun up on my waistline, ain't that where my waist be
Better get the safety, take this bitch off safety
.350 like Maneski, boy, you like my auntie
Pussy boy ain't safe with me, rub my eyes, it can't be
Wanna be my baby, bitch, you got to amaze me
Ain't too much you can make me, can't trust you, you may lace me

She hate me, she hate me not
Ridin' 'round with the Jay-Z Knot
You like my chain, huh?
He love you too baby, he love you too baby, ay

Let me check my watch
What the time s?
Quarter past fuck-you, nigga!
Ha!

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

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