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

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)

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