Boost lyrics - Chief Keef

Yeah

[*clears throat*]

Yeah

Yeah

She got wet when she looked at my neck

Don't look for me unless you got a check

Told my mama that I'm gonna be my best

She said, "Do you, don't worry 'bout the rest"

Almighty don't like nobody

Got them nunchucks, ready to fight somebody

Glock Tyson ready to bite somebody

Baby said she quit, but now she back on molly

Designer on my body-ody-ody-ody

White lamb, Yo Gotti-otti-otti-otti-otti

Slidin' in that Ridie-ide-ide-ide-ide

Just flamed up some biscotti-otti-otti-otti

Tonight's a party-arty-arty-arty-arty

Me and foe 'nem slidie-idie-idie-idie-idie

We don't fear nobody-ody-ody-ody-ody

My K Spanish, beat like ay-ay-ay-ay-ay

She like "It's yours" I'm like that's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine

Two watches still don't have time, time, time, time

Send them to the ER like bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Then wave at them like bye, bye, bye, bye, bye

Pull up like president Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi

Eyes low 'cause I'm High, high high high high

They took my brothers, Why why why why why?

Foes 'nem with the fishes, Sky sky sky sky sky

Hop in that pussy, Sky dive, dive, dive, dive

You ain't did dick before girl? Right, Right, Right, Right, Right

You can drive my car, we can drive, drive, drive, drive

I'm in Manhattan I'm turnt, Piped piped piped piped

She need me for ride

Slick want to know what life like

My son was two, talkin' about fight-fight

They be havin' the right idea, but the wrong guy

You might see me throwing money in the club

Shawty say she at the club, picked her up

This ain't NBA, but you will get your ass dubbed

What's dubbed? Get hit with twenty slugs

I stay thinking about how I used to be a crook

Don't say you love me, I'm giving your ass the look

Don't try read my tats, bitch go read a book

And when I'm lonely, bitch come give me a hug

I know you would leave me if I lost everything

Went in the mall and I bought everything

Flip-flop ass niggas they claim every gang

Why you buy that jewelry for if you tuck every chain

Hoodie says Taxi, but it's called Helmut Lang

I got young money, I'ma call Lil Wayne

Four by four I'm looking down like I'm in a crane

You see the truck jump get out of my way

They all be fake with me, aye

You lighten up my day baby

Keep me gettin' paid yeah

Get me some lemonade for that shade throwing

She wanna come to my place, yeah I know

But I make her wait hour long

I remember when I used to buy J's (Yeah)

Now I can eat what I crave

Them hundreds Nipsey blue

Girl come see me, fuck your dude

I'm just keeping it true

My JR name Krue

On folks 'nem head I can't lose

I'm an animal on the loose (Ooh)

Dope give me my boost

She gon' tie my boots (Ooh)

Bow Bow Bow (F My Baby Dad) (Chief Keef Remix) lyrics - Sexyy Red & Chief Keef

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

Fuck my baby dad, fuck my baby dad, fuck my baby dad (DJ Meech, lil' bitch)

I'm a fine-ass bitch, I ain't in the house sad (Sexyy)

Fuck my baby dad

(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks

(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks

All that ass on her, damn, this bitch bad

Switch my hips when I walk, yeah, I know you like that (It's Sexyy)

My nigga fucked up, fuck my baby dad

I'm gettin' outside, I ain't in the house sad (No)

Called up my bitch, we finna go out (Yeah)

Where the niggas at? It's lookin' like a drought (Damn)

My mama got the kids, I'm gettin' out this house

All in the club bouncin' ass, showin' out (Northside)

Lip-gloss poppin', bitch, I'm show-stoppin' (Mwah)

Lookin' like a snack, baby daddy cock blockin' (Hatin' ass nigga)

Turnt up to the max, I'm the trendin' topic

My nigga actin' up, so you know I'm finna pop it

(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks

(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks

(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks

(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks (Sos', baby)

Baby want a bag, bought a gift bag

They call me Sosa Santa, don't get gift-wrapped

H-hop off the jet with the bag, that's why I'm jet-lagged

Bae you know Chief So' your daddy, come and [?] your bitch ass

I told bae, "You leave me, I'm puttin' a round in your ass"

Kill your ass dead and throw a gown on your ass

Put some money on your head, I put some count on your ass

Pull up with a bodybag, but it got pounds in the bag

Fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama

She a dusty ass bitch, bitch be broke all summer

Ayy, that bitch be broke all summer

Dirty bitch be tryna take what a nigga work for

I done been through some shit, man, that shit don't hurt, ho

In the back of the Maybach, so I keep the curtains low

I ain't got shit for you, dirty bitch, I'm broke, ho

Tryna get revenge by suckin' dick, bitch, your cutthroat

I'm with three Powerpuff Girls, Mojo Jojo

She like, "That's three-hundred K, nigga, how you broke though?"

I don't pay bitches, bitch, that is not my mojo

Chief So been goin' hard, bitch, I'm in go mode

I just bought another Lamborghini 'cause it gon' move

Baby, make that ass shake, I wanna see it slow-mo

Said you want this shit to last? Nigga, take a photo

Damn, that ass on her, damn, this bitch bad

I think my favorite thing to do is make my Spanish bitch mad

She be cussin' a nigga out, I be like, "Damn, this bitch bad"

Yeah, I got one up in the head, but I'd be stab your bitch ass

Sneakdissin' Sosa over, bitch, go grab your bitch ass

You fuckin' broke ass nigga, I don't even be around your bitch ass

Leave you Casper gang, gon' pull up, come and find your bitch ass

Where your mama? I'm your fuckin' daddy, ground your bitch ass

Fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama

She a dusty ass bitch, she have a baby every summer

Ayy, she got a baby every summer, bitch

Fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama, you can fuck my baby mama

She a fine ass bitch, but she ugly deep under

Yeah, that bitch ugly deep under

Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, that's that booty meat

She just wanna eat me, look up and see jewelry

Mama say I got enough cherish, she need to neuter me

Mama said don't trust that bitch, she might end up shootin' me

Mama said don't trust that bitch, she might slap me in my sleep

Baby always need somethin', lemme tell you what I need

Let me get behind and hit it 'til I hit my knee

Bitch, this death row, if you leave then it's R.I.P

Fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama

She a dusty ass bitch, dusty ass hoe

Do you love that bitch? Nigga, gell no

Nah nigga, I really mean yeah, no (Phew)

My dick look like neck on giraffe, ho

Arm and leg on my wrist, smokin' elbow

I got car stripe stripes like shell toes

That ain't a real AP, that cost a damn bowl

I should take seven million, buy a damn boat

I thought you said you was broke? I'm like, "Eh, ho"

I don't shoot clubs up no more, ran outta ammo

(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks

(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) That's that booty meat

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Look at them booty cheeks

Fuck my baby dad, fuck my baby dad, fuck my baby dad

I'm a fine-ass bitch, I ain't in the house sad

Fuck my baby dad

Fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama, fuck my baby mama

She a dusty ass bitch, bitch be broke all summer

Ayy, that bitch be broke all summer

Burn Up lyrics - Chief Keef

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Run up then I'm gonna run up, nigga, run up if you wanna

Turn up, nigga, if you wanna, yo ass gonna get gun up

Gun down, gunner, gun down, gun down, nigga

Man down, nigga, run up, nigga

You ain't know none of us, nigga

You don't want none of this, nigga

What up, nigga? What's up, nigga?

Coming through, nigga, buck-buck, nigga

Tough love with this fuck Glock, nigga

Run up, nigga, get burned up, nigga

I was cooling in my little cash spot

Pull up nigga, what up, nigga?

I was cooling in, playing Xbox

Gun up nigga, buck up, nigga

All of my niggas got dreadlocks

Which one of us, nigga, come for ya, nigga

I just flex with my flex watch

Like what's up, nigga? Turn up, nigga

No little watch, it's a big watch

Turn up nigga, turn up, nigga

Kill yo ass even if you think 'bout it

Gun up, nigga, burn up, nigga

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

This nigga say he wanna run up

I heard that he don't have a gun up

He come for me, he better have his gun up

'Cause it's dangerous, my gun is hungry

Make a nigga bleed, through his head, his nose and his teeth

I cool with the B's, I cool with the Cs

All them niggas know Chief Keef

I'm like turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Finna hit the club, turn up, turn up

A nigga act up he get burned up, burned up

No talking, just burn 'em, burn 'em

Run up on 'em with this .40

Run up on 'em with this shotty

It's a 12 gauge buck shots in that ho, 'bout 40

'Cause I brought some extra shit, 'cause I am an extra nigga

Everything I do is extra, niggas in their extra feelings

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up

Chief So lyrics - Chief Keef

These niggas wish Chief So was dead

These niggas wish Chief So was dead

My opps wish Chief So was dead

My opps wish Chief So was dead

When we drill, Chief So was never scared

Walk up, Chief Sosa at your head

These niggas want Chief Sosa head

You niggas want Chief Sosa dead

'Member when everybody thought Chief So was dead

Nigga dissin' but he a Chief Sosa fan

I can't act like Chief So ain't never ran

Why you runnin', Chief So? To get a FN

I can't act like Chief So ain't never lacked before

Bitch, don't play with Chief Sosa, he'll slap a ho

When you come in Chief So house, close the door

One thing about Chief So, he gon' get that provolone

Chief So, Chief So (Screamin' out)

Chief So, Chief So (Hoes be like let's fuck)

Chief So, Chief So (Go get the scope)

Chief So, Chief So (You see it through the coat, bruh)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Bitch, I’m G to the L to the O, Big Glo

Chief So, dodgin' potholes in a red Ghost

Chief So, smokin' Citgo not a Primo

Chief So, stackin' Doritos, stackin' Pringles

Chief So, let a bitch go, he don't need a ho

Chief So, got Gelato, he a grease though

I should hit Chief Sosa, ask him for a feature

Chief Sosa want the lady that make her richer

Chief So, hop out sharper then a fuckin' preacher

Chief Sosa got a stick and that bitch can reach ya

Chief Sosa from the slums, that's why he in a creature

Chief Sosa get fellatio from Felicia

Chief So in California, nigga, not Nebraska

I fuck with Chief Sosa, young lucky bastard

Chief Sosa race Ferraris 'cause the Track faster

If you wanna race Chief Sosa, just pull ya ass up

Chief So, Chief So (Screamin' out)

Chief So, Chief So (Hoes be like let's fuck)

Chief So, Chief So (Go get the scope)

Chief So, Chief So (You see it through the coat, bruh)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Chief So

These niggas wish Chief So was broke

Hoes be like, "Chief So the G.O.A.T."

That ho gave Chief Sosa golden throat

She ate Chief Sosa like four-for-four

Chief Sosa "'member when he was poor"

Chief So granny put that shit in the store

Chief So won't wife her, that bitch broke

Chief Sosa used to go kick doors

Chief Sosa spend that bag, get more

Chief Sosa on ya ass, get low

I fall off in the club, Chief so

Man, here come all 'em naggy hoes

Chief Sosa got them racks, you know

Chief Sosa, you ain't got to know

Chief So say that he got it though

Chief So say he can buy a ho

She ask Chief Sosa "What's his name?"

He told that bitch "Milo"

Chief So don't take hoes on shopping sprees, but he a fly a ho

Chief So pulled up in a beast, when that bitch go growl

He say he don't like Chief So but that bitch got my style

Chief So goin' wild, make that gun go "Baow"

Chief So pull up, tag the fuck ass nigga up like a cow

Chief So make her smile, Chief So ask her out

Run up, Chief So smoke yo ass and take that shit to trial

Chief So, Chief So (Screamin' out)

Chief So, Chief So (Hoes be like let's fuck)

Chief So, Chief So (Go get the scope)

Chief So, Chief So (You see it through the coat, bruh)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Chief So, Chief So (Go, go)

Chief So

Baow

Baow

Baow

Baow

Baow

Baow

Baow

Damn Shorty lyrics - Chief Keef

Damn (R-R-R-Rari)

Damn shorty, this one ain't even on purpose man

Damn shorty, shoot on accident

Damn shorty, they thought about I am

Damn shorty, damn shorty

Damn shorty, outside of my set tho

How you fit that Glock in them tight ass pants shorty

They like how you get it, damn shorty

How you pulling up in the Lamb' shorty

Niggas like who that at the door like damn shorty

We'll shoot yo ass while you on cam shorty

If we can't get ya we gon' catch ya fam shorty

I'm like Tracy come out cut and slam shorty

Me and gang in LA, we'll ram shorty

Damn shorty

I can't come to yo' city I'm finna land shorty

I'll pop you, we ain't throwing hands shorty

I'll turn yo ass a new strand shorty

I'm off tooka, we don't do the Xans shorty

Damn shorty, damn shorty

Make the chopper sing big baby DRAM shorty

We'll catch you in the club, Sam shorty

Get to spraying cooking butter, bam shorty

Damn shorty, Damn shorty

We just watching out for Uncle Sam shorty

They like Sosa, "When you get that Lamb' shorty"

You already know what I am shorty

Damn shorty, damn shorty

You should already know I rep' my gang shorty

You already know I tuck no chain shorty

You can't hang shorty, you tuck yo' chain shorty

You was tryna hang, got yo' dumb ass banged shorty

We ain't playing around shorty this ain't no game shorty

On a roof feel like I'm on a crane shorty

You be rocking where? Boy, you ain't Dame shorty

I was on the CTA bus and a train shorty

Never got big headed since I got fame shorty (I got fame)

You dropped yo' __cpLocation when we came shorty (Ayy, came)

Before we kill you we gone give you that pain shorty (Give ya that pain)

They threw me in the booth told me go insane shorty (Du-da-duh)

Got Hermes umbrella, in case it rain shorty

Riding around yo city with me and my same shorties (Same shorty)

Finna come bowl on you

Better stay in yo' lane shorty (Lane shorty, ayy)

How you fit that Glock in them tight ass pants shorty

They like how you get it, damn shorty

How you pulling up in the Lamb' shorty

Niggas like who that at the door like damn shorty

We'll shoot yo ass while you on cam shorty

If we can't get ya we'll catch ya fam shorty

I'm like Tracy come out cut and slam shorty

Me and gang in LA, with the Rams shorty

Damn shorty

Me and gang in LA, with the Rams shorty

Get to spraying cooking butter, bam shorty

If we can't get ya we'll catch ya fam shorty

I'll turn yo ass into a new strand shorty

How you fit that Glock in them tight ass pants shorty

They like how you get it, damn shorty

How you pulling up in the Lamb' shorty

Niggas like who that at the door like damn shorty

We'll shoot yo ass while you on cam shorty

If we can't get ya we'll catch ya fam shorty

I'm like Tracy come out cut and slam shorty

Me and gang in LA, with the Rams shorty

Damn shorty

Dirty Nachos lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

EarDrummers

Mike WiLL

Young Rari

Mike WiLL

Niggas stay a feet, don't come on my street, ayy

The bitch know Keef always got somethin' on his feet, ayy

I'm lookin' at my son, and he grew a couple feet, ayy

Know I be with my boys and I ain't talkin' Backstreet (Backstreet)

They be tryna front, pull up on the backstreet (Skrrt, skrrt)

Know I got money, don't be tryna tax me (Tryna tax me)

If he on some business, nigga, you can fax me (Fax me)

She like when I get the time gone, like last week (Like last week)

It's fifty-two degrees and I'm wearing a hoodie (Hoodie)

Chief So, what's that I smell? That good kushy (Kushy)

I heard you with the police force, and you a rookie (You a rookie)

I'm walkin' 'round this bitch like a liquor tootsie (Liquor tootsie)

I heard you ain't fuck her, but you ate the pussy (Ate the pussy)

I ain't even wanna fuck that bitch, it look weak (That shit look weak)

Tell my brother, "Bring me back some clothes from Japanese" (Japanese)

I might be with a Chinese bitch, but bitch, I'm Capanese

Eenie, meenie, miney, mo, I got a tiger by his feet (Tiger by his feet)

King of the jungle, watchin' out for robberies (Robberies)

Looked up in my shoes and they say made in Italy

Went and bought a mop, oh yeah, I named it slippery (Named it slippery)

Ayy, don't slip, nigga (Don't slip)

Don't slip, nigga (Don't slip)

Don't slip, nigga (Don't slip, nigga)

My shoes tied, I don't trip, nigga (Ayy)

And If I'm in the club, I'm in the VIP, nigga (In the VIP, nigga)

Light ya up, LED strip, nigga

Act like you got it locked, you get zipped, nigga (You get zipped, nigga)

And I'm real fuckin' cool, I got them whips, nigga (I got them whips, nigga)

Nigga, get off your block and take a trip, nigga

(Get off your block and take a trip, nigga, take a trip, nigga)

Nigga, get off your block and take a trip, nigga

(Get off your block and take a trip, nigga, take a trip, nigga)

Nigga, get off your block and take a trip, nigga

(Get off your block and take a trip, nigga, take a trip, nigga)

Entry lyrics - Chief Keef

Sosa baby

Bally keep that semi

Ridin' fast swervin' in that new Bentley (GBE)

Don't talk about cars we got plenty

Pulling up in foreign cars in the entry

We pull up Cats, you don't see the hemis

Young nigga eating good, how he so skinny?

Don't talk about pipes, we got plenty

Bitch we was the youngest niggas up in the city

With a lil bitch she so sadity

I was with them bad boys, I felt like Diddy

Now I pull up, Ferrari, Bentley

If you looking for my jewelry I keeps it with me

I just slid down on em, they looking shitty

How she having all that ass and she so skinny?

All these white clouds of smoke this shit smell pissy

I gotta gift and I'm gonna send that bitch down your chimney

Bitch they know Chief Sosa putting that work in

Every time I hit the block, the police be lurking

The diamonds on my wrist be foot working

Tell Madea she was right 'cause they ain't no nurthing (nothing)

My chain got your bitch just stuck, flirting

Boy I ain't the Lord I ain't having mercy

November stuff his ass like a turkey

And I'm sharp as a bitch I can scratch the surface

Sign my name on her titties in cursive

And I had her on her knees like that man that she worship

And I'm sharper than the man that be running them churches

I'll have my shorty pop your bitch ass like a perky

They love Sosa, got them semis

Steady pressing the red button 'cause bitch I'm busy

Here to kill or fuck his wife that bitch not risky

At the hotel I clap that shit like Missy

Play gangster, went to jail that bitch turn sissy

Make his ass drink a bullet he taste like whiskey

My lil cousin so fried, that bitch so crispy

But he play with lil cousin that bitch make history

Bally keep that semi

Ridin' fast swervin' in that new Bentley

Talking bout cars, we got plenty

And I'm hoppin' in the Rari but I'm wearing skinnys

I can fit a 30 clip in my skinnys

I'll hit fat boy with it and make him skinny

I had bitches way back when I smoked them skimpys

Put a bullet in your heart and make that bitch empty

And the way this bitch spit, this the illest MC

Smack a nigga bodyguard. I feel like Nipsey

I just told a bitch, "Peace." It's like a hippy

And I had to bring my pipe, 'cause shit sound iffy

I'll break a nigga balls, believe it like Ripley's

I'll stick a pussy nigga like Botox lips be

I'll smoke a nigga today, tomorrow, this week

So if you don't wanna get popped, then don't come near me

Fat Racks lyrics - Chief Keef

Bet me, I got 10 stacks, nigga

You trippin', I got them racks, nigga

Come to my house, the gang gotta pat niggas

Down, the gang love to wack niggas

Mm, mm, Chief Sosa love to slap bitches

Let's get it done, Chief Sosa love to wrap shit up

The green I love, I don't care about no black nigga

Or no white niggas, skinny nigga, fat nigga

You saw me walk up with the fuckin' racks, right?

Flamin' hotter nigga, bitch it's snack time

Gummy-bear a nigga just like trolly

I'm in the choppers gettin' head by lelonnie

She said you fucked my friend, why you try me?

She said she ain't a thot, I'm like bitch don't lie to me

Bitch I ain't a bed, you can't lie on me

I fuck around and leave ya, don't rely on me

I got hella guns, right now they tweakin'

Gotta wake 'em up, right now they sleepin'

I got hella cash and she want me to throw it

He say he got cash but I want him to show it

Bet me, I got 10 stacks, nigga

You trippin', I got them racks, nigga

Come to my house, the gang gotta pat niggas

Down, the gang love to wack niggas

Mm, mm, Chief Sosa love to slap bitches

Let's get it done, Chief Sosa love to wrap shit up

The green I love, I don't care about no black nigga

Or no white nigga, skinny nigga, fat nigga

I don't care about you little too boys

My watch [?]. You didn't even know it

I be been pimpin' like I'm ballin' with Jordan

Then it's Rodman with the colorful floors

This bitch be actin' just like Felicia

I told the bitch beat it Chewbacca

I see this goofy nigga starin' at me

He like I just wanna see what you coppin'

Bet me, I got 10 stacks, nigga

You tripping, I got them racks, nigga

Come to my house, the gang gotta pat niggas

Down, the gang love to wack niggas

Mm, mm, Chief Sosa love to slap bitches

Let's get it done, Chief Sosa love to wrap shit up

The green I love, I don't care about no black nigga

Or no white nigga, skinny nigga, fat nigga

Fireman lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. NBA YoungBoy)

[Lil Juice:]

Fuck, damn

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

When you in that fire, I'm the only who can save you

Why you say that? I'm the fireman

Go ask about me, I never ran

Young nigga with whole lot of bands

I be losing my mind when I'm boxed in

I make that bitch do a handstand

Lot of dope in a car, I'm Saran Man

Lot of molly in me like I'm a Sandman

Landlord of the North like Nino (Nino)

Lot of money on me like C-Note (C-Note)

Strapped up, got Glock on my waist, oh

Chief Keef flex hard like Big Sos' (Big Sos')

Make love, fall out on a kilo (Oh)

Talk down but they count on me though (Oh)

I could start up the car with no key hole

These niggas ain't comin' like me, no (Yeah)

I got on dope and it's supreme

Stylin' so hard, I make you collapse

Studio go hard, I ain't takin' no bath

All day I've been workin' inside of the lab

I ain't ever got to write 'cause I know how to rap

They tell me slow down 'cause I'm movin' too fast

Uber too far so I hop in the cab

Hop on the jet, take a flight to the Carib' (Huh)

Got luck like a four-leaf clover (Leaf clover)

Full of drugs like I'm never sober (Huh, huh)

Flex hard like I'm Chief Sosa (Flex)

FN with a beam I'm totin' (Pow-pow)

Got a stick with a drum, I blow it

Nigga play me wrong, I show it (Yeah)

Tell me how the fuck you ain't know it (Ain't know)

Nigga know I be on it

When you in that fire, I'm the only who can save you

Why you say that? I'm the fireman

Go ask about me, I never ran

Young nigga with whole lot of bands

I be losing my mind when I'm boxed in

I make that bitch do a handstand

Lot of dope in a car, I'm Saran Man

Lot of molly in me like I'm a Sandman

Landlord of the North like Nino (Nino)

Lot of money on me like C-Note (C-Note)

Strapped up, got a Glock on my waist, oh

Chief Keef flex hard like Big Sos' (Big Sos')

Make love, fall out on a kilo (Oh)

Talk down but they count on me though (Oh)

I could start up the car with no key hole

These niggas ain't comin' like me, no (Yeah)

[Chief Keef:]

Got a Gucci headband like I'm AI (Gucci)

Put a nigga in a MAC, tell him FaceTime (Bang)

Folks 'nem took tons, see you take time (Huh?)

All this money on my watch, I can't waste time (Bling)

All this mula that I make I could waste shells (Frrr)

Bitch wipe me down like a windshield (Beep)

She read my tats, I'm a Kindle (Ha)

I just met a bitch look like Kendall (Yeah)

Used to have a .38 like YoungBoy (Bang)

Hit you with this fully auto drum, boy (Bang)

When you hear "pow-pow", run, boy (Bang)

Explosive car outside making damn noise (Vyoom, vyoom)

We blowin' them, can we get the drum roll

Like a Gmail, looking unfold (Bang)

I'm sipping drink out the punch bowl (Lean)

How you gonna catch up running slow? (Huh? Huh?)

Damn, I know (Ay)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

Landlord of the North like Nino (Nino)

Lot of money on me like C-Note (C-Note)

Strapped up, got a Glock on my waist, oh

Chief Keef flex hard like Big Sos' (Big Sos')

Make love, fall out on a kilo (Oh)

Talk down but they count on me though (Oh)

I could start up the car with no key hole

These niggas ain't comin' like me, no (Yeah)

Flees lyrics - Zaytoven & Sosa

[Chief Keef:]

I'm in a two seater, in the carpool

Gold runners on, and they are new

And gettin' money, what we up to

You ain't with us, then it's fuck you

Play chess in the streets, make your move

My house in LA look like Cancun

These hoes be takin' selfies in my bathroom

Fo'nem watch the spot from the cameras

We servin' that come back, front one more

The judge cannot stop me from countin' honchos

You gotta re-up when you run low

I'ma run it up and I'ma run for more

These bitch see the steez when I bop out the car

Met the bitch today but I'll get top by tomorrow

You don't get it like the gang, no not like the squad

I'm on planet Earth, I'm finna shoot back to Mars

On Mars with a scope, finna shoot at the stars

High as fuck, seein' Saturn have a shootout with Mars

Your thot say she see me in two different cars

I just hit Neiman's in a few different malls

Back to the wall, feet on the floor

Pedal to the metal, whole bunch of gold

Buy a lot of clothes, achieve a lot of goals

Friends turn foe but I'm wavy like a float

Syrup got me like a snail

On the yacht, finna set sail

Smokin' dope, finna inhale then exhale

All this loud in my fuckin' lungs, man, I can't yell

I can't even pronounce my foreign ass bail

[Tadoe:]

Bitch I'm smoking on dope, bitch, I eat bossa nova

Bitch my pockets are boulders, we don't ride in no Rovers

Bitch we ride i8s, bitch I'm high, outer space

Ride foreigns, no plates, OG Kush, you can taste

I smoke a zip every day, pour the 8 to the face

Bitch we game paper chase, bitch you food, can't relate

Might do a show in Japan, rockin' outfits from France

Catch that pack when it land, watch me go count them bands

[Doo Wop:]

At the stoplight, two-seater, me and Yo

Me and Sosa fucked up, nah, that ain't no

Hit the club, bitches bustin' everywhere, yo-yo

Do my thing, flee the scene, I'ma leave with po-po

Snow bunny with me sniffin' Coca Cola co-co

I used to be solo

I steady send shots, miss and that's a low blow

String on the TEC like the string on a yo-yo

Run and I'ma blow though

[Chief Keef:]

Coolin' at the spot by the ocean

Pickin' up a bitch off of Ocean Drive

Pulled up to Wells Fargo

Run out that bitch with the sack, hop in the car like bitch drive

I can try to walk a straight line but I'm really high

And I could've took a Greyhound but I'm really fly

Oh yeah I'm fuckin' bitches, baby, I'm not in denial

And the jury tryna steal me but I'm takin' it to trial

Fuck The World lyrics - Sematary, Hackle & Chief Keef

FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, fuck the whole world and everybody in it (Oscar)

FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, fuck the whole world and everybody in it

You're listening to Haunted Mound for FTP

(Fuck the population) Fuck the world, fuck the population

Oscar

H-H-H-Hauntaholics, real Haunted Mound

Aaahhh, ayy

Fuck the world, fuck the population

Them Haunted Mound boys pull up, they gon' get ya

I rock True Religion but I don't fuck with no God

Look at my wristwatch, I'm pissed off and I'm blinged up

I got big sticks and I'm mounted up and the world's gone so I'm turnin' up

Fuck it all, I'm turning up, FTP Mound, turning up

Smokin' on this fuckin' rot, ride around, still fuck the law

I'm the King of the Graveyard, Fuck The Population

Howdy, partner, keep my name out yo' mouth

'Fore we have them guys run up in ya house (Fuck the population)

Shawty say she wanna die up in my whip

I'm with my Mound boys, I'm creepin' out the crypt

If I told you I loved you, bitch, I was high as fuck

I don't listen to her 'cause that bitch dumb as fuck

I brought a mothafuckin' spiked bat to the club

Mothafucka', I'll bust ya head, swing and duck

Ridin' hearse thang with my iced out Breitling, dang

Oxy got me tearin' off my skin, God dang

It's always FTP 'cause I don't care about no thang

Ride off hate and gasoline, what the fuck you mean?

Fuck ya racks, I burn 'em up, fuck your life, I'll shoot it up

Cancer smoke, I huff and puff, and light the fuse, it blow ya up

We don't like you motherfuckers, you can kick rocks

I thought you knew, it's Fuck The Population (Fuck the population)

FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, fuck the whole world and everybody in it

FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, fuck the whole world and everybody in it (HDOE, HDOE, HDOE, HDOE)

FTP, FTP, FTP on me (Oscar)

Fuck the world and fuck the population, bitch, fuck everything

I wake up, feel nothing, and that's even if I go to sleep (HDOE)

Take a sip out my cup, hell naw, boy, in yo' fucking dreams

I be up late, I be seein' things, ghosts and ghouls when I sleep (What)

When I wake up, you don't wanna know what I see

That's my bro ZacFTP, drivin' CTS-V (HDOE)

Bitch, we going Dumbo, sippin' on Spanish Tosey

I hit up my plug in Poland, no, you can't be my friend (No)

I creep up when the pack hits, stab you right where your neck is (HDOE)

You know where I am (HDOE), disappear like backends (HDOE)

Chokin' on blood, don't even know what you said (HDOE)

It's Fuck The Population, bitch, you know where we stay

We post up at Zac's crib, in a massage chair I'm sleeping (HDOE, HDOE, HDOE)

It's FTP and Haunted Mound, sippin' lean at Zac's house

Eyes closed, bitch, so yo' ass better not wake me up now, HDOE

Lean in my body, my mouth a biscuit (Lean, H-H-H-Hauntaholics)

Hundred-K cash in my britches (Ffff, beep)

Scratched the Forgiatos then I fixed it (Blick)

Yeah, they fours but them hoes look like sixes (Flex)

Fuck the pigs, fuck the birds, fuck the fishes (Bitch)

I'll have my bitch do ya like some dishes (Bang, bang, bang)

'Fore we cut ya ears off, nigga, listen (What?)

I got FTP on my fitted, ayy (FTP)

Been to war, been to hell, been to prison

I'm in the spot, leave you right in the kitchen (Bang, bang)

AK left a finger for the fishes

Magic stick, bitch, I'll grant your wishes

Fuck yo' pipe, fuck yo' life, fuck yo' clique, bitch (Fuck 'em)

Lil' bro chop yo' head, that's some sick shit (What?)

Diarrhea left the crib, did some big shit (Huh?)

Nigga upper and a down, bet I fix it

FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, fuck the whole world and everybody in it

FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, fuck the whole world and everybody in it

Get Bandz lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)

Zaytoven

[Chief Keef:]

Only thing on my mind is to get bands (Hah, hah)

Ben Franklin, that's a nigga friend

Walked in lookin' like a rich man (Damn, yah, yah)

Her friends wanna go, but she stayin' (Yup, Sosa)

It's big Bs on my jeans (Damn, damn)

Heater in the back, get your ass steamed (Bang, bang-bang)

Pourin' up the lean because I'm a fiend (Lean, lean, lean)

I just the left bank with some fuckin' cheese

You know I always got somethin' up my sleeve (Yah, yah)

Bitch, I'm tryna fuck, can you fuckin' read? (Huh, bitch)

Spendin' paper like I get it off a tree (Bitch, bee)

Pullin' all-nighters, I can get it offa sleep (Bee)

Baby, you ain't gotta wonder, you know I got that loaf

Stay shittin' off the cheese like I'm lactose (Yah)

What these niggas be on, man, God knows

My .9 up five docks, five-o

I got walked in the cut (Yah), rollin' up the skunk (Dope)

We come from the slums (Yah), now we live near the palms (Yah)

Trees in the blunt (Yah), torturing my lungs (Let's get it)

2k for the shoes, you'll have money if I stunt

Only thing on my mind is to get bands (Hah, hah)

Ben Franklin, that's a nigga friend

Walked in lookin' like a rich man (Damn, yah, yah)

Her friends wanna go, but she stayin' (Yup, Sosa)

It's big Bs on my jeans (Damn, damn)

Heater in the back, get your ass steamed (Bang, bang-bang)

Pourin' up the lean because I'm a fiend (Lean, lean, lean)

I just the left bank with some fuckin' cheese

[Tadoe:]

I just poured a six of the kickstand (Lean, lean)

We only hit licks for them big bands (Bang)

Try to run up, I'ma up, get your shit fanned (Bang, bang)

Take a trip in Mia-ayo, catch a big tan (Yoom, yoom, yoom)

I might put some diamonds in the wristband (Bling, bling)

A quarter in my ear, that's a big spend (Yah)

Nigga, your ass runnin' outta quicksand (Bitch, bitch)

This lil' bitch ain't givin' top, the bitch spend (Yuh)

[Chief Keef:]

I might put some diamonds in the belt buckle (Yah, yah)

And I go by, "Pay me, fuck you" (Skrrt)

She suck me and she says she love you (Yuh)

I'm in your city, 'bout to pull up to a zoo (Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)

These white bitches crazy, they be snortin' lines (Damn, damn)

Penalize a nigga if he cross the line

Can't wait to see my homies that did all the time

Crib got so many rooms and they all is mine

Only thing on my mind is to get bands (Hah, hah)

Ben Franklin, that's a nigga friend

Walked in lookin' like a rich man (Damn, yah, yah)

Her friends wanna go, but she stayin' (Yup, Sosa)

It's big Bs on my jeans (Damn, damn)

Heater in the back, get your ass steamed (Bang, bang-bang)

Pourin' up the lean because I'm a fiend (Lean, lean, lean)

I just the left bank with some fuckin' cheese

GLOGANG lyrics - Chief Keef (with Andy Milonakis)

G-L-O-G-A-N-G

Money, we get plenty

Thots, we get plenty

Niggas can't come near we

'Cause niggas out here snakes

Niggas act like they're your friend, they're fake

They want the food up on your plate

They want your shoes, they want your skates

[Chief Keef:]

I'm bout my money, all of that

Salute, I'm captain

Know she fuck me 'cause my money blame it on the cognac

Comin' through, Andy hit me like, ring ring, we got some racks

That's a lot of money on the table, you know we gotta get that

Bad bitch, gotta hit that

I'm flier than a pelican man

Lean back with the tool Fat Joe

Walking around with my Elephant Man

Diamonds on me, they're elegant man

Tryna take my shit, I'm tellin' you man

I'm gon' blow my gun, bang bang bang

I ain't feelin' you man

Diamonds in my chain, bling bling bling

Yours look shittier man

Bitches call my phone, ring ring ring

You think yours looks prettier man

Finna smoke some loud, I swear I can't hear you man

I be ballin' out, I think I'm Kobe Durant

G-L-O-G-A-N-G

Money, we get plenty

Thots, we get plenty

Niggas can't come near we

'Cause niggas out here snakes

Niggas act like they're your friend, they're fake

They want the food up on your plate

They want your shoes, they want your skates

[Andy Milonakis:]

Got more pints than a blood drive

Pouring fourths, this is mud life

Up in PJs, that's how we fly

They see I'm rich and they ask me why

Sosa and Sachi, we gonna catch this hommi

G-L-O Gang, we about to catch this body

Cut the tennis ball, hide the crack in it

People thought I'm actin'

Young Sachi trappin'

You know I'm Sosa strappin'

Chicago to Manhattan

And you know my boys that always be clappin'

Bang bang, now 300

Andy Milonakis, bitch you don't want it, bitch

G-L-O-G-A-N-G

Money, we get plenty

Thots, we get plenty

Niggas can't come near we

'Cause niggas out here snakes

Niggas act like they're your friend, they're fake

They want the food up on your plate

They want your shoes, they want your skates

Harley Quinn lyrics - Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It

(Yung, 'Rari)

(R-R-R-Rari)

Ayy

Turn the lights off real quick

So you could see the shit still blingin'

(R-R-R-Rari)

Caught a fox, cut his tail off (Bang)

Seen a rat, stomped his head off (Come here)

Blue Summer, turn into a red Fall

Make a nigga run fast, call 'em Sonic Hedgehog (Brrt)

We let off some shots, they gon' all be dead (Bang)

I told my daughter stop breakin' off her Barbie heads (Duh-duh-duh)

I know they mad I'm livin', because they want me dead (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Girly-ass nigga, break you like a Barbie leg (Huh)

Pussy-ass boy (Huh), get that bitch a Barbie pen (Yeah)

You don't want gang up in yo' shit? Don't have a party then (Bitch)

If it went down quick, bitch, it's probably sent (Sent)

Air the whole spot out, we make the party trend (Bang, bang, bang, ayy, ayy)

I just purchased two of the same guns, they probably twins (Bang, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

She sayin' I ain't shit, then she sayin' that I'm probably is (Ayy, ayy, huh, ayy, ayy, huh, ayy, ayy)

I just met a bitch named Pam and fucked her just like Tommy did (Like Tommy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Yeah I know my daddy, but that nigga never bought me shit

(Bitch, yeah)

A bitch just did her makeup, she lookin' just like Harley Quinn (Woo)

We'll chop yo' body up and put it in a garbage can (Bang, bang, bang, bang)

Went through my contacts, and what I seen? Hardly friends (None)

The teacher told me, "You ain't wanna come to school

Why the fuck you tardy then?" (Huh, huh)

Went to school for shit, 'cause them bitches didn't taught me shit (Ouu)

Grandpa took me fishin' one time, and I ain't caught me shit (Nah, nah, nah)

When I ain't have it, I asked for a pack and bitch-ass niggas wouldn't throw me shit (Nah, huh, huh, huh)

Now I can return your whole pack, yeah, bitch, I'm on my Kobe shit

Lil nigga, that ain't how you ball, I can see you on yo' Lonzo shit (Bih, bih, bih, bih, bih)

I'm in the woods smokin' big 'Woods, I can see you on yo' Fronto shit (Dope)

Lil nigga, I'll take that shit from you before I ask you to front yo' shit (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)

Pulled up flexin' like the man

She say she see me on my Macho shit (Skrrt)

Hood lyrics - Chief Keef

Ayy

Sosa, baby

How them niggas feel when you left em' in the hood? (How they feel?)

I'm smoking dope and I wish a fuck nigga would (I wish you would)

This bitch going fast 'cause somethin' in the hood (Vyoom)

This bitch be sounding like somethin' in the woods (Beep)

I'll pull up in a Rolls in the hood (In a Rolls)

I'll hop out with them rolls in your hood (Hop out with them rolls)

Everybody knew, they seen me through the hood (Beep, you'll see me)

Now I drive a Lamborghini through the hood (Lamborghini)

We'll open 'em up like canned goods (Open them up)

Bullets back to back like a ambush (Ambush)

What I'm smoking that grown man kush

If I went to college I'd pull a 'Rari on the campus, ayy (Skrrt)

Steady lighting L's like candles (Skrrt, sss)

This V12 came with the handles (With the handles)

Bitch, I eat beef like Campbell's (Look like Campbell's)

Finna build a house by the animals (Huh? Huh?)

We be strapped like Judge Dredd (Huh?)

He smoke butts, he a butthead (Butthead)

I be going Beavis and Butthead (Butthead)

Bustdown get her butt wet (Wet)

Sit down, ho, you ugly (Sit down)

I got paper, switch the subject (Huh?)

Ayy

Hood, hood

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood

Hood, hood

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood (Huh?)

Hood, hood

Hood, hood

Hood, hood

Hood, hood (Huh?)

I feel like Goddamn Spider-Man (Spider)

I fell down once, I'll try it again (Try it again and again and again and again)

You can get killed for like five lil' bands (Five)

Nigga swung on you and you grab his hands (Bang)

You shot him in his shit he wouldn't have had the chance

Bitch I had white, I ain't have the gas

Slide through your shit with a savage pass

When we pull up boy we gon' grab his ass (Skrrt)

Niggas wanna play like dominoes

Send his ass goodbye, vámonos

Turn Ramadan to ramados

I think I want an Aventador (Skrrt)

Eh-em, can you hear me, Lord? (Skrrt)

Don't worry 'bout it, I'ma get it, Lord

You can call me the Get-it Lord

Hold on, don't fail me, Lord (fail me)

Yeah, I know what you tell me, Lord (tell me)

Speed up, don't snail me, Lord

It was bad, you helped me, Lord

Ay

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?" (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?" (Brrt)

Ayy, rolling through your hood grinning

Rolling through your hood grinning (Brrt)

Rolling through your hood grinning

Rolling through your hood grinning (Brrt)

Riding in my hood

Shells in your hood (Brrt)

I was in the hood

Dope and a gun (Brrt)

Could've, would've, should

Now you gotta cut

Now you leaking blood

All 'cause you hurt

You shit on my looks

I don't need to pay

Penthouse for another day

And we ain't even stay

Still play for the Bulls, nigga, I ain't even trade

Heard niggas was mentioning me and I ain't even hate

Used to be outside all day, and I ain't even astray

Niggas shooting at me all day (Pussies)

And I ain't even grazed

She tell me I'm shining, but I ain't even glazed

She shaking her ass, and I ain't even phased (Bitch)

Put one in your top and make it look staged

Go to work and be late, gotta dock they pay

Ayy, ayy

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?" (Ayy, ayy)

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?"

Pull up to your hood like, "What's up?" (Ayy, ayy)

Rolling through your hood grinning

Rolling through your hood grinning

Rolling through your hood grinning

Rolling through your hood grinning

Right in my hood

Shells in your hood

I was in the hood

Dope and a gun, ayy ayy ayy

I Kill People lyrics - Tadoe, Trippie Redd & Chief Keef

[Tadoe:]

Ayy, what's poppin'?

You know how the fuck we bleed, man

We get money and kill people, man

You hear me, man?

We don't rap beef, man

We slide, man, we drill people, man

Bomin' like Obama do and trap for the gunner too, man

I only speak facts and count racks, man and send packs, man

Let's get it

[Trippie Redd:]

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Shawty know I kill people, real people

From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals

Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy

Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah

Shawty know I kill people, real people

From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals

Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy

Nigga need to find his chill boy

Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up

[Tadoe:]

Tote somethin' illegal

Hit your block with them guys, hop out, kill people

Got a Glock four-five, and it's real lethal (let's get it)

Bitch, you know we fry, we really kill people (bang bang)

Bitch I'm with the gang, we catch a body gang (gang gang)

Bitch we gang bang off in the lobby man (bang)

Catch a nigga lackin', it's a hobby man

Pop him in the noggin, leave him sloppy man

Hit your block, we gon' swerve shit (skrt skrt)

In the trap, I'm posted with the birds bitch (skrt skrt)

I don't rap beef, what's the words bitch? (huh?)

Niggas sneak dissin', lemme hurt (bang bang)

[Trippie Redd:]

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Shawty know I kill people, real people

From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals

Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy

Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah

Shawty know I kill people, real people

From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals

Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy

Nigga need to find his chill boy

Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up

[Chief Keef:]

Everyone same side for lil bro, Ice Age all of my clothes

How I ball, you think I went pro, I'm in the hood, bricks go

She show me her thong, Cisco, she's high and ready to go

I'm hungrier than a hippo, Aim FN, how I get low

Got a new scope and it got zoom and I'm in that yoom

Baby, I know you smell that fume

Just get down, you hear that boom

In the back of the 'Bach and this bitch got room

Magazine got colored shells, half green, half blue

Smoking on that cook', someone bring me a pot

All these diamonds, I don't get hot

Young nigga really from them blocks

Ayy pussy, here we come. if you ready or not

On probation but I tote Glocks, walk through court, smellin like pot

[Trippie Redd:]

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Shawty know I kill people, real people

From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals

Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy

Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah

Shawty know I kill people, real people

From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals

Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy

Nigga need to find his chill boy

Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up

I Thought I Had One lyrics - Chief Keef

Ay

GBE, baby, GBE, baby

Sosa, baby (GBE, baby)

And these big-ass earrings hurt my fuckin' ear (Yeah)

Bitch, how'd I fuck it up in here? (Yeah)

Bitch, who told your dumb-ass come in here? (Come in here, come)

Almost shot your ass up like a deer (Like a deer)

Shawty choosin', what she doin'?

I just pulled the whips up, now she bruisin'

With a young boss bitch, act like a cougar

Car sound like a coupe, it's not a Jaguar

'Cause I'm in a fast car, she suck like vacuum

I'll get you're gang some (Bah!), give you my last one

What you want? Another one? Was that a bad one? (Huh?)

Looking for a fuck to give, thought I had one

In the jungle I see seagle

Hear the whine out the motor, bitch, it sound like a eagle (Skrrt, skrrt)

Here that motherfucker go vroom, bitch, it's eager (Skrrt, skrrt)

I had to tell her calm down, bitch, you tweakin' (Skrrt, skrrt)

You know them pigs be salty like some seasonin' (Seasonin')

And I got a fucking F&N for every season (Season)

Pull up with that motherfucker, leave a bitch dreaming (Dreaming)

Hole so big I see what he thinkin' (Thinkin')

With a redhead

Kept it real, said she only fuckin' dread heads

Baby, I don't wanna fuck, bitch, I want head-head (ay)

Set the Lambo' when that bitch on bed rest

Shawty bring me flats 'cause she from out West (West)

I just got a Tommy for the house rats (Rat)

That ain't loud pack, that's lousy

Smokin' dro see, it got me feelin' drowsy

Got a Tommy for the Jerrys

It will turn yo' tooth blue, so don't be tryna pair with me

Ridin' like a player, bitch, I used to do it careless (ay)

Rest of the gang, blows up, young airhead (Gang)

You can see me up in traffic

Chief Sosa, bitch, I'm a young lucky bastard (Sosa, baby)

Pull up tornado, but I call it a disaster (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

I ain't tell 'em I was taking off, I did like NASA (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ay, ay

I Wish You Would lyrics - Chief Keef

(produced by ChopSquad DJ)

Aye, turn the music up for me Chris

Chop Squad

I wish you would

Try to say that I'm acting funny

Back then you ain't fuck me, bitch (Uh)

I wish you would

Act like 'cause I got them handsome rolls

That you don't still think I'm ugly bitch

Get hit with this wood

'Cause we got that Draco on us

And it got wood up on it

And I wish they would

Take a case with no evidence (Skrt)

And make the motherfuckin' kid sit

I bet she would

Put your diamonds tester on my diamonds (I wish she would)

Cosign up and get your shit financed (I wish she would)

Run off, we gon' strike you quick like some lightning (I wish you would)

Act like 45 ain't my height man (I wish she would)

Now cut my motherfuckin' check (My check)

You'll make my thirty less (My thirty less)

Tell Rara be quiet on the set (On the set)

Take hella chopper and land it on your neck (I wish you would)

Tell me when I can't come (Can't come)

Tell me what I ain't done (I wish you would)

Tell me that I ain't one hun (One hun)

I'm the realest you ever gon' find (Ever find)

I wish you would

Try to say that I'm acting funny

Back then you ain't fuck me, bitch (Uh)

I wish you would

Act like 'cause I got them handsome rolls

That you don't still think I'm ugly bitch

Get hit with this wood

'Cause we got that Draco on us

And it got wood up on it

And I wish they would

Take a case with no evidence (Skrt)

And make the motherfuckin' kid sit

I bet she would

Told a bitch that 24 hours ago (I wish you would)

'Cause she said she gon' let me air it, Jimmy Fallon hoe (Fallon hoe)

Tell her friends about me, it's gon' be dominoes (She wish I would)

'Cause every time I'm done cracking, I be like "vamonos"

Like duh, duh, duh, duh, broke boy

You can run your teeth, all I can say

We got 200's and 250 niggas up in the way

I wish you would

Be rearing me medium-well when I told you, you burned my motherfucking steak

I wish you would

Try to knock my food off my motherfucking plate

I wish you would

Try to say that I'm acting funny

Back then you ain't fuck me, bitch (Uh)

I wish you would

Act like 'cause I got them handsome rolls

That you don't still think I'm ugly bitch

Get hit with this wood

'Cause we got that Draco on us

And it got wood up on it

And I wish they would

Take a case with no evidence (Skrt)

And make the motherfuckin' kid sit

I wish you would

I wish you would

I wish you would

I Wonder lyrics - Chief Keef

Get this money

I do this for my daughter, I don't do this shit for nothin'

It's all about the Glory and that's why I stay stunting

She like you told me you'd never leave me, gotta go and get this money (guap)

I do this for my daughter, I don't do this shit for nothing (Kay Kay)

It's all about the Glory and that's why I stay stunting (you know)

I got so much money I can buy a bank, huh (Ben Frank)

Is you gone give me top, she say she prolly say so (huh bitch)

When you gotta get out, bitch imma say so (yeah, bitch)

I got all this cake like it's my birthday though (that guap)

Just don't call me broke, but you can call it what you want

Watch me come through killing shit, R.I.P. the parking lot

Imma make her give me top, Imma go and drop the top

I be counting lots of guap, I be fucking lots of thots

Say I got some awesome ears, awesome chain, awesome watch

You wearing trues, my daughter tho

Versace shit, Louis Vuitton

That bitch say help her, she say she ain't going home

Imma have to kick her out, Kay Kay you leave me alone

Boy you shouldn't be mad at me

Tell your bitch to leave me alone

I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin with my Louis rag and

Got 500 cash up in my Louis bag and

Sosa you be swagging, bitch I ain't askin'

I'm smoking on this dope, this shit smellin' like some cat piss

All these niggas mad and I'm cooling relaxing

Coolin' in my mansion with my shooter Tray Savage

And he got that Mac 10, this ain't no old western

Spot 'em, got 'em, drop 'em, shoot his ass bitch no exceptions

Never leave me, gotta go and get this money (guap)

I do this for my daughter, I don't do this shit for nothing (Kay Kay)

It's all about the Glory and that's why I stay stunting (you know)

I got so much money I can buy a bank, huh (Ben Frank)

Is you gone give me top, she say she prolly say so (huh bitch)

When you gotta get out, bitch imma say so (yeah, bitch)

I got all this cake like it's my birthday though (that guap)

Just don't call me broke, but you can call it what you want

I be with them slow boys

You be with them broke boys

I be smoking loud pack and you ain't making no noise

Get dough boy or you gon' die broke boy

Cause fuck with us, we gon leave you dead, nothing to show for it

I fucked your bitch, she all up on my phone now

You lookin' for her, she in Sosa world boy she gone now

But I do not like her, that little pussy fuckin

I fuck 10 hoes a day and bad bitches come in dozens

Smoking on this kush pack, strong pack, musty

I don't wanna fuck her anyway bitch you musty

Sayin' that them red bottoms bitch them red nothings

Two 40's with them 30's and you can meet they cousins

You bitch a bug and you little niggas buggin'

I'm crazy I take $40,000 spend it like it's nothing

It's nothing, with my conjunction function

And I'm posted on this black wall but I ain't from Compton

Told me you'd never leave me, gotta go and get this money (guap)

I do this for my daughter, I don't do this shit for nothing (Kay Kay)

It's all about the Glory and that's why I stay stunting (you know)

I got so much money I can buy a bank, huh (Ben Frank)

Is you gone give me top, she say she prolly say so (huh bitch)

When you gotta get out, bitch imma say so (yeah, bitch)

I got all this cake like it's my birthday though (that guap)

Just don't call me broke, but you can call it what you want

John Madden lyrics - Chief Keef

All or nothing

Sosa!

Ls, Ls

D.Rose. What up man?

Roll that dope up

Sosa Baby

Catch up, catch up

064 Boys (Bang bang), you better know boy (Bang bang)

Have my young niggas (Young niggas), kick a door boy (Bang bang)

You better blow boy (Bang), 'cause we gon' blow boy (Bang, bang, bang)

You better duck boy (Duck boy), get on the floor boy (Boy)

600 Boys (600), I rock with those boys (Boys)

D.Rose boy (Boy), my little bro boy (Boy)

He gon' blow boy (Bow), get you gon' boy (Bow, bow, bow, bow)

Y'all some little boys (little boys), I'm a grown boy (Bang)

Gimmie some racks (Racks), 'bout 5 stacks (5 stacks)

And if he holding that? (That) I'm 'a rob that (Rob that)

Then I'm checking niggas (Bang), like a contract (Bang bang)

You's a little nigga (little nigga), I'm beyond that (Beyond that)

Where yo moms at? My dick. She can climb that (Climb that)

Fuck a Tooka Gang (Bang), I let this Ruger bang (Bang bang)

For my bro-gods (Bang), I let this Ruger sing (Bang)

So don't try us (Nah). We is too insane

OTF, for my niggas I'm going crazy (Yeah)

Chief Sosa, for that nigga they going crazy (Sosa)

So hide your lady, my niggas reckless they'll fuck your lady (Fuck your lady)

And let you have it, fuck nigga we all savage (Grrrat)

300 savage with Lamron, it's closed caskets (Bang, bang, bang)

O-Block we blitzing niggas like John Madden (O-Block)

300 savage with Lamron, it's closed caskets (L's, L's)

O-Block we blitzing niggas, John Madden (Sosa)

Dart Gang (Bang), it's a dart game (Bang bang)

And we don't love hoes (Hoes), or play heart games (Heart games)

In my own lane (Yeah), it's a smart thing (Smart thing)

'Cause of snitch niggas (Niggas) playing cops games (Boo bow)

I let it fire bang! (Bang) I am not lame (Nah)

All my niggas grind (L's), that's a smart thing (Smart thing)

'Cause we gang-bang (Bang), we is insane (Insane)

We make bullets rain (Bang), fuck Tooka Gang (Grrrat)

Sosa flex, he don't wanna get hit that TEC (Nah)

My niggas next, if we ain't eating that shit is dead (It's dead)

That nigga's dead, fuck around with my hittas man (Boo bow)

Front-street man, Republican he a hitta man

Lollipop, your bitch licking my lollipop (Lollipop)

Cum from the top, your bitch slurping my lollipop (My lollipop)

Better stop, fuck nigga we don't fuck with opps (Nah)

Or fuck with cops, snitch nigga get in a box (Bang, bang, bang)

OTF, for my niggas I'm going crazy (Yeah)

Chief Sosa, for that nigga they going crazy (Sosa)

So hide your lady, my niggas reckless they'll fuck your lady (Fuck your lady)

And let you have it, fuck nigga we all savage (Grrrat)

300 savage with Lamron, it's closed caskets (Bang, bang, bang)

O-Block we blitzing niggas like John Madden (O-Block)

300 savage with Lamron, it's closed caskets (L's, L's)

O-Block we blitzing niggas, John Madden (Sosa)

All or nothing

Catch up

Just Ride The Beat lyrics - Chief Keef

He listened to Chief Keef once and he turned gangster

I'm spinning in this bitch like some turn tables

I was fucking on your bitch while you were waiting

While she had your ass waiting like you were a patient

I'm with my black bitch going to get my Caucasian

Bring that M-16 out for some certain equations

This shit ain't adding up says my fucking calculation

I'm on the road I got that hoe doing masturbation

I up this pistol and this bitch start doing evaporation

I'm going fast in my car my shit stay calibrated

I seen a million dollar lick you know I had to take it

Blue faces call my phone you know I had to take it

I do this shit on my own fuck your collaborations

I don't need no I.D check my verification

I hear Johnny on the phone tell him elaborate me

Just to pull up to your party boy you gotta pay me

Bitch you gotta show me something bitch immaculate me

What the fuck makes you perfect? Practice baby

I call up Zaytiggy I ain't beat jacking baby

I got a hundred dollar in each pocket of my jacket baby

Hopped out on your hoe she said, "You cappin' baby"

I ain't a crack baby I'm a capper baby

Hoe you can get off my boat I'm the captain baby

I treat the bullets like a ship how I sail it baby

He listened to Chief Keef once and he turned gangster

I'm spinning in this bitch like some turn tables

I was fucking on your bitch while you were waiting

While she had your ass waiting like you were a patient

I'm with my black bitch going to get my Caucasian

Bring that M-16 out for some certain equations

This shit ain't adding up says my fucking calculation

I'm on the road I got that hoe doing masturbation

The police pull me over and I'm intoxicated

I'm tryna see what the fuck they determination

They wanna take me out and then incarcerate me

'Cause my car look like a bad ass moderation

Hoes say I ain't easy it's some complications

I don't do the cuffin' bitch pick up your desperation

Have my Uber drop you off what's your destination?

Vegetarian vegetation me aspiration

Told that bitch to add it up, can you do multiplications?

I'm 'a need some mesmerization for my recreation

Every time I hop out it's a celebration

I don't need you or your damn consideration

I ain't shaking hands unless I like the the negotiation

Aye I curse too much I ain't good at appropriation

To go and pick up the damn cake that's my damn operation

I'm that nigga I ain't with the rest of the population

He listened to Chief Keef once and he turned gangster

I'm spinning in this bitch like some turn tables

I was fucking on your bitch while you were waiting

While she had your ass waiting like you were a patient

I'm with my black bitch going to get my Caucasian

Bring that M-16 out for some certain equations

This shit ain't adding up says my fucking calculation

I'm on the road I got that hoe doing masturbation

Lamb Pass By lyrics - Chief Keef

The ghetto

The ghetto

Lamb shoot by (Shoot), everybody lookin' (Lookin')

Fifty round in the stash box, for a pussy (Pussy)

I'm a young boss nigga, so I feel like I took it (Took it)

Chance came a young nigga way and he took it (Took it)

Sneak dissin', thought he was straight but we left him crooked (Crooked)

Sosa how it feel? How it feel, to dodge a bullet? (Dodge a bullet)

In the engine click, clickin' like it's out of bullets

I just caught a opp lackin' so I gotta pull it, ay (Bang)

Wrist cold like a cooler, feel like a pool (Burr)

You don't like a young nigga, here's what you do

Pull up on him, give one, three or two (Skrr)

I just bought some custom floor mats for the Coupe (Yoom)

Feelin' sick, so I'm in that bitch sippin' soup (Lean)

She brought her friend, so I'm in that bitch with a deuce (Deuce)

little folks with me, so he in this bitch trippin' too (Trippin')

Nah, I ain't solid, but before I thought he was fu (Bitch)

We be in it from the sun down 'til that bitch come up (Up)

We be still up in the club until that bitch go up (Go up)

I done hire me a driver, just to pick hoes up (Ftftft)

Put some wrap around the 'Track, that cost like 10 more bucks

No, I ain't got a shotty, gotta get more bucks, ay (Ftftft)

Too many fans, I need like sixteen hands to fill 'em up, ay (Bang)

Bitch in the bed like "Where he get his heavy ass pillows from?" (Huh?)

Can't tell you that, whatever you do, bitch, just don't pillow-talk, ay

Lamb pass by, kids like "Look"

Hop out all white on like a cook (Cook)

If I personally took your shit, just consider it took (Took)

I ain't gon' post it 'cause I don't do no shit for the looks

High as hell like I got eight tentacles, octopus ('Pus)

Top floor, might be with little bitch on the roof (On the roof)

I was lackin', laws snuck up on me, I was shook (I was shook)

Thinkin' like, had that shit upon me, I was buzzed (I was buzzed)

If you ain't know, I got one little brother and one little sis' (Sis')

My little sis' gon' be a lawyer, so I'm proud of her (Proud of her)

Soon as I catch a fuckin' case, you know I'm callin' her (Brr)

In case Disney try to sue for bein' a Donald Duck (Bang)

Three of y'all still couldn't amount to one of us (Nah)

Niggas doing this shit for clout

What happened to wanting bucks? (Ftftft)

I ain't like car no more, I start wantin' trucks (Huh?)

Stick I got, clean ceiling, this ain't corner dust (Bang)

Always sent a pair of shoes, I just wear around the house (House)

Niggas bitches, might as well go pink and buy a blouse (Blouse)

I should go to AirBnB, you rentin' by the house (House)

I just ask that bitch, she copy, she said "Roger out", ay

I just ran into this bitch, ain't seen a long time (Phew)

Wanted my number, so I gave that bitch the wrong line (Brr)

Knew she was gon', let me fuck in the long ride (Brr)

But now she look weak, so I don't want that (Brr)

Nigga get off my dick, go get your own swag (Swag)

Nigga put your hand down, go get your own bag (Bag)

I talk in code, just in case my phone tapped (Brr)

I ain't did shit, how the fuck my phone tapped? (Brr)

Got my Cuban really rocky, feel like A$AP (Bling)

Neck hurt, all these chains, girl, I hate that (Huh?)

Yeah, I know how to divide, but I hate math (Yeah)

Skrrt, skrrt, finna ride to my safe house (Skrrt)

Have you ever seen a pound in a fuckin' jar? (Jar)

Have you ever seen a camera ho fuckin' a cop? (Cop)

Pull up with a Muhammad Ali, get a suck or some'

You ran out, we shoot, guess that nigga fuckin' slide (Bitch)

Five years, since I been on my fuckin' block (Block)

But I'm still 2-4, screamin', "Fuck an opp" (Fuck a opp)

Just 'cause I ain't on the block, don't mean my brothers not (Not)

The time I left the fuckin' block, that bitch was fuckin' hot (Hot)

Shawty really actin' real and he know he not (Not)

Shawty got her ass on, just like Khloe Ka' (Khloe Ka')

Now he don't think he Mims, but he know he hot (Know he hot)

Now he ain't be pullin' up, but you know he drivin' (Bow)

Layaway lyrics - Alexander Lewis, Chief Keef & T-Shyne

[Chief Keef:]

Want you in double Gs

AMG in these streets

Get no sleep

Fuck her roommate

Just give me the fat pockets and the fat estates

Let the smoke go in the air and let it fade away

I'm 'a put a billion dollars on layaway

Told the devil catch up that nigga mayonnaise

Got swag

Got spots

Got jocks

Got blocks

Red eye

12 o'clock

I'm in the sky

Goin' far

300 hoes just pink sleeves

Momma told me succeed

Tarzan, I'm climbing trees

They don't want you in double Gs

They don't want you in AMG

Momma don't want me in these streets

The hustle don't want me to get no sleep

My bitch don't want me to fuck her roommate

It ain't us if it ain't on fleek

They don't want you to rock bling bling

They don't want you to ride in foreigns

Don't want you to have endorsements

Just give me the fat pockets and the fat estates

Let the smoke go in the air and let it fade away

I'm 'a put a billion dollars on layaway

Told the devil catch up that nigga mayonnaise

Just give me the fat pockets and the fat estates

Let the smoke go in the air and let it fade away

I'm 'a put a billion dollars on layaway

Told the devil catch up that nigga mayonnaise

[T-Shyne:]

Bury me with a lot of money

I'm might go to heaven, buy some Gucci shoes

I love my niggas they get rid of you

We them niggas that they're livin' through

Bitches fiendin' we gon' give it to 'em

Feel like Smokey in the chicken coop

Still trapping out the living room

Headshot you get the biggest wound

I been ridin' in the Phantom

Pussy nigga, can't stand em

Know some shooters and some scammers

TMZ I'm on camera

Aye you know I'm with some fine hoes

Niggas wanting to know where the time go

Put that nigga in a blindfold

Fuck you think I did the crime for

Diamonds on the floor

Breakin' down a 4

Split it with my bros

She got pink toes

She fucking up her nose

And I got the Oz

Where you wanna go

[Chief Keef:]

Just give me the fat pockets and the fat estates

Let the smoke go in the air and let it fade away

I'm 'a put a billion dollars on layaway

Told the devil catch up that nigga mayonnaise

Just give me the fat pockets and the fat estates

Let the smoke go in the air and let it fade away

I'm 'a put a billion dollars on layaway

Told the devil catch up that nigga mayonnaise

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