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Chief Keef & Fredo Santana – Bags Lyrics


[Chorus: Chief Keef & Fredo Santana
I got 10 racks
I got 20 racks, 30 racks
I got 40 racks
I got 50 racks, dirty racks
I got 60 racks
I got 70 racks, 80 racks
Got a hunnid racks
Hunnid in a strap, hunnid pack
I got 10 bitches out here sellin’ ass for that cash
I got 10 niggas out here that’s gon blast for my ass
I got 10 shooters on the front and on the rooftop
I got 10 traps and them bitches movin’ nonstop

[Verse 1: Chief Keef & Fredo Santana]
I got trash bags full of money, ay
I got mad bags full of money, ay
I got glad bags full of money, ay
Don’t get mad, go and get some money, ay
I pity the fool that go against me, ay
So much ice, thought I was Mr. T, ay
GBE the new Cash Money, Bling Bling
Hunnid pints on my dresser, I’m a fiend
I don’t wanna focus, get up on yo knees
Finna pour a four then take my ass to sleep
Don’t need no cosign, bitch I’m certified in the streets
And I don’t go nowhere without my fuckin’ heat

[Chorus: Chief Keef & Fredo Santana
I got 10 racks
I got 20 racks, 30 racks
I got 40 racks
I got 50 racks, dirty racks
I got 60 racks
I got 70 racks, 80 racks
Got a hunnid racks
Hunnid in a strap, hunnid pack
I got 10 bitches out here sellin’ ass for that cash
I got 10 niggas out here that’s gon blast for my ass
I got 10 shooters on the front and on the rooftop
I got 10 traps and them bitches movin’ nonstop

[Verse 3:]
I got 3 watches
I got 2 maids, 1 mansion
I got 7 chains
I got 8 beamers, none rented
I got marble floors, marble countertops, none granite
I got all this guap, go and get you some, young nigga
I got 11 thousand 50’s, 12 thousand hunnids, ain’t none little
I got 5 thousand ones in the strip club, they know I live it
I got 5 bricks, 10 traps, boy I really get it
Everything you already done, I already did it
I got 5 Glocks, 3 MACs, and 2 K’s
Run up on me, boy your stupid, I’m too crazy
Can’t put my trust up in a bitch or nigga, they two faced
Everywhere that I go, it’s a shootin’

[Chorus: Chief Keef & Fredo Santana
I got 10 racks
I got 20 racks, 30 racks
I got 40 racks
I got 50 racks, dirty racks
I got 60 racks
I got 70 racks, 80 racks
Got a hunnid racks
Hunnid in a strap, hunnid pack
I got 10 bitches out here sellin’ ass for that cash
I got 10 niggas out here that’s gon blast for my ass
I got 10 shooters on the front and on the rooftop
I got 10 traps and them bitches movin’ nonstop


Fredo Santana – I Need More (feat. Young Scooter)


[Intro: Fredo Santana]
Just a young hustla
I gotta get it, I gotta get it
I gotta get it, I gotta get it

[Hook: Fredo Santana]
Got a couple plugs but I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more
All these bricks coming in
But I need more, but I need more
All these bitches on my dick
But I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more
Got a lot of money but I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Bill g, GBE, that’s how we stunt them bricks
Got Columbian, Jamaican plugs and I know Mexicans
Fredo, Reese, they on 64th, I fuck with Sosa them
Every month on the 24th I get some more of them
Truckloads of them bricks and bells took up all of it
I put my name off a clientele, that black amigo shit
I was list for 4 rounds, I was street profit
I got 5 different plugs, that’s a lot of profit
If a plug bring problem, you know I could handle it
I robbed a lot of plugs, they known for snitching in the end
So when I need some bricks, I just make some more of them
300 glory boys, black amigo balling

[Hook: Fredo Santana]
Got a couple plugs but I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more
All these bricks coming in
But I need more, but I need more
All these bitches on my dick
But I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more
Got a lot of money but I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more

[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]
Gotta get this money so you know I’m trappin stupid hard
I don’t give a fuck who you are, serve to your mobs
I need that diamond, the trap we taking chains too
Turn your ass around, you look suspicious, we ain’t serving you
Scooter bring that vet out, we ran around with that tec out
Fuck niggas stretched out on the concrete with they chest out
Hunned killers when I step out, hunnid grand in my safe house
Killers with me, they safe out
Kick the door really safe out

[Hook: Fredo Santana]
Got a couple plugs but I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more
All these bricks coming in
But I need more, but I need more
All these bitches on my dick
But I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more
Got a lot of money but I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more


Chief Keef – Slow Dance (feat. Young Chop) (Thot Breaker Album)


[Intro]
Turn the music up for me girl
Sosa baby, GBE baby
Bang bang
Bang bang
Sosa baby, GBE baby

[Verse]
I fucked up, fucking hoes and coming home
And whole time, you was with me right or wrong
And now I’m with you, I gotta spend nights alone
I’m busy on the road, how’d I found time to write this song?
Baby, you’s delirious
Baby, you a big [?]
I know I’m a dog, but I done fucked your sister
You can be a teacher, I can be your listener
I can be the boat, and you can be the fisher
You’re so strong, can I come home?
[?]

[Hook]
Yo, baby do you wanna slow dance? (slow dance)
Oh, do you wanna hold hands? (hold hands)
No, I do not want your friends (your friends)
Ow, I’m chasing you like oh man (oh man)

[Verse 2]
Your curves are so righteous
How do you do it like this?
Your face [?]
And you’re so fine, I like that
You can smoke all my weed, my weed, my weed
And she say wife me, wife me, wife me
But I’m looking chinese, chinese, chinese
From smoking my weed, my weed, my weed

[Bridge]
Baby you and I, my, my, my, my, my
You are so just right, right, right, right, right
I love you so, I, I, I, I, I
I’m sorry if I lied, I’m not that guy

[Hook]
Yo, baby do you wanna slow dance? (slow dance)
Oh, do you wanna hold hands? (hold hands)
No, I do not want your friends (your friends)
Ow, I’m chasing you like oh man (oh man)


Chief Keef – Kills


[Intro]
Sosa baby
GBE baby
Bang Bang
O’Block
Let’s get it

[Hook]
I sell, I ship, I bag, I seal
I swag, that Gucci, that Louie, for real
Big knots in my Balmains, it is
The thing under this Louie, it kills
I sell (that dope)
I bag, I seal, I swag (that Gucci)
The Louie, for real, big knots (I got in my)
Balmains, it is the thing (that’s up under)
This Louie, it kills, bang

[Verse 1]
So high up off this dope, I need a parachute
I’m in this Bentley coupe, it’s filled with residue
I got my dawgs with me and now I let them loose
Tell the cops lies, ’cause I can’t tell the truth
I’m rocking Louie sandals, my son got on Louie pampers
So many Gucci sandals, my house smell like Gucci candles Smoking thoinky oinky, you know I got that thoinky on me
Smoking thoinky oinky, you know I got that thoinky on me

[Hook]
I sell, I ship, I bag, I seal
I swag, that Gucci, that Louie, for real
Big knots in my Balmains, it is
The thing under this Louie, it kills
I sell (that dope)
I bag, I seal, I swag (that Gucci)
The Louie for real, big knots (I got in my)
Balmains, it is the thing (that’s up under)
This Louie, it kills, bang

[Verse 2]
I got a half a pound, it’s rolled up in a joint
You can’t hate me now, I’m in foreign cars
She used to hate me now, now she wanna fuck
It’s only one way from down, bitch I’m going up
I got the dope and it’s in my Louie backpack
In a sportscar, racing to the racks
Keep on hating on me, you not doing that bad
I’m in this M truck, the plates say fast

[Hook]
I sell, I ship, I bag, I seal
I swag, that Gucci, that Louie, for real
Big knots in my Balmains, it is
The thing under this Louie, it kills
I sell (that dope)
I bag, I seal, I swag (that Gucci)
The Louie, for real, big knots (I got in my)
Balmains, it is the thing (that’s up under)
This Louie, it kills, bang


Chief Keef – Kills Lyrics


[Intro]
Sosa baby
GBE baby
Bang Bang
O’Block
Let’s get it

[Hook]
I sell, I ship, I bag, I seal
I swag that Gucci, that Louie, for real
Big knots in my Balmain’s, it is
The thing under this Louie, it kills
I sell (that dope)
I bag, I seal, I swag (that Gucci)
The Louie for real, big knots (I got in my)
Balmain’s, it is the thing (that’s up under)
This Louie, it kills, bang

[Verse 1]
So high up off this dope, I need a parachute
I’m in this Bentley coupe, it’s filled with residue
I got my dawgs with me and now I let them loose
Tell the cops lies ’cause I can’t tell the truth
I’m rocking Louie sandals, my son got on Louie pampers
So many Gucci sandals, my house smell like Gucci candles Smoking thoinky oinky, you know I got that thoinky on me
Smoking thoinky oinky, you know I got that thoinky on me

[Hook]
I sell, I ship, I bag, I seal
I swag that Gucci, that Louie, for real
Big knots in my Balmain’s, it is
The thing under this Louie, it kills
I sell (that dope)
I bag, I seal, I swag (that Gucci)
The Louie for real, big knots (I got in my)
Balmain’s, it is the thing (that’s up under)
This Louie, it kills, bang

[Verse 2]
I got a half a pound, it’s rolled up in a joint
You can’t hate me now, I’m in foreign cars
She used to hate me now, now she wanna fuck
It’s only one way from down, bitch I’m going up
I got the dope and it’s in my Louie backpack
In a sportscar, racing to the racks
Keep on hating on me, you not doing that bad
I’m in this M truck, the plates say fast

[Hook]
I sell, I ship, I bag, I seal
I swag that Gucci, that Louie, for real
Big knots in my Balmain’s, it is
The thing under this Louie, it kills
I sell (that dope)
I bag, I seal, I swag (that Gucci)
The Louie for real, big knots (I got in my)
Balmain’s, it is the thing (that’s up under)
This Louie, it kills, bang


Mike WiLL Made It – Come Down (Ransom 2 Album)


[Intro: Chief Keef]
Sosa baby
Ear Dummers
[?]
Bang, bang, bang
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I flaunt it, I bought it
I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the lord and this .40
Please, do not confront me if you ain’t talking money
Take a little bitty sip, though I’m already foggy
Let it rain, yeah they all fall down, all come down
I’d be insane to complain, baby
I’m so high, I don’t wanna come down

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Sosa baby, GBE baby
Hopped out the car smelling like a skunk
And I’m cleaned up, something like a mop
Trap wanging, something like a trunk
And I stand tall, something like a dunk
Talking about the money, talking about the "fffrrr-beep"
Hey baby, you know what the fuck you do to me
I’m riding with my shooter, he won’t hesitate to squeeze
Any homie, you what the fuck he do for me
Fifty stuffed up in my Balmains
And what I’m toting, the sawed off thang
Knock you down, like a Chiraq Blackhawks game
I ain’t never had nothing

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I flaunt it, I bought it
I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the lord and this .40
Please, do not confront me if you ain’t talking money
Take a little bitty sip, though I’m already foggy
Let it rain, yeah they all fall down, all come down
I’d be insane to complain, baby
I’m so high, I don’t wanna come down

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Talk about a come up
Me and my young bulls playing with a lump sum
Niggas that owe me always trying to avoid me
Clutching my .40 and fucking with lil’ shorty
They wanna gossip all through the day
Meanwhile, we flossing every way
Forget what it’s costing
We get it right back when we lost it
My G.I. Joe got the MAC in case they wanna cross me
Being impatient got me a new spot that’s spacious
And I don’t test drive the sedan, I take it
I wanna shine, I wanna rub it in their faces

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I flaunt it, I bought it
I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the lord and this .40
Please, do not confront me if you ain’t talking money
Take a little bitty sip, though I’m already foggy
Let it rain, yeah they all fall down, all come down
I’d be insane to complain, baby
I’m so high, I don’t wanna come down

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
All of these bitches call me big daddy
Do so much shit in KOD, they calling me Trick Daddy
Moncler with Louboutin, yeah, I mismatch it
You can tell I’m a rich nigga by looking at me
I’m just chilling, my nigga, my diamonds dancing
You know I shop on Rodeo, I’m never tacky
I’m paper chasing ’till they put me in a casket
I swear them hundreds singing to me like a ballad
When I get that Murciélago, I’ma drive it like a Audi
I pay my tithes with these strippers, yeah
I’m trying to die a fucking billionaire
Balmains, got like every pair
On top, I ain’t going anywhere

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I flaunt it, I bought it
I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the lord and this .40
Please, do not confront me if you ain’t talking money
Take a little bitty sip, though I’m already foggy
Let it rain, yeah they all fall down, all come down
I’d be insane to complain, baby
I’m so high, I don’t wanna come down


DJ Funky & Deraj – Can’t Give Upj (feat. Emarie) (Cuffing Season Album)


I’m startin off my day with a blunt of earth
Lookin myself up to see how much I’m worth
I’m ridin down the block in this sliver porsche
That bitch already know that I’mma flirt
I’m back off in the stu working on some new
You get 8 bars for 10 12 for that times 2
50 for a show 20 for a verse
As soon as I’m done I’m countin like a nerd
My baby need some new and she get it first
I’mma be sober real soon so I need some earth
I hopped out of that rari with that louie bag
And if a nigga shot me for it I’mma do his ass
I count a million dollars in my mansion
Hoes everywhere I got bitches dancin
Choppas in the closet pounds in the den
We got the 30’s on us meet that many men
Couple M16’s this ain’t no force
All my niggas standing tall on my front porch
I got 3 cars up in my garage
I got niggas in your grass bitch camouflage
Sosa back bitch yeah I’m back bitch
Did you miss me ? or you ain’t cared bitch
This that O shit that 064 shit
That front street GBE 3 double O shit
My shit list I’m on the forbes list
Cause I’m a rich nigga I need a rich bitch
I got a dumb wrist hit the dumb shit
I’m on that dumb shit like where your from shit


Chief Keef – D Line Lyrics


[Intro]
Baby girl, I’m high as the D…
Baby girl, I’m high as the D line
We got Glocks and chops up in the D line
My niggas posted like a street sign
It’s a penalty if you cross that fucking D line

[Hook]
Baby girl, I’m high as the D line
We got Glocks and chops up in the D line
My niggas posted up like a street sign
It’s a penalty, you crossed that fucking D line
D line
D line
Who wanna work Almighty D Line?
Trapping out a (?) at the D line

[Verse 1]
Posted at the D line
Smoking dope up out the D line
You want some blows? You at this D line
Boy you working for the po’s, tell on me hah
It’s just The Book Of Eli
Don’t be tryna rob the D line, it’s the behind
Get your dumb ass stinged now
Get hit with 30 shots three times
She sucked my dick, that bitch GBE now
Yeah, she did it at the D line
My niggas throwing up the peace sign
I be throwing up in three times
How many you want 50?
Boy I only got 23
Just came back with ’bout 60
‘Fore he came back (?)
Bang

[Hook]
Baby girl, I’m high as the D line
We got Glocks and chops up in the D line
My niggas posted up like a street sign
It’s a penalty, you crossed that fucking D line
D line
D line
Who wanna work Almighty D Line?
Trapping out a (?) at the D line


Chief Keef – Loose

October 29, 2016

Lyrics

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[Hook: 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

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I’m here to 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 (?) in my backpack
Up this bitch and go grrah
[Hook: 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

[Verse 2: Lil Reeese]
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

[Hook: 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

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
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 (?)
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 weed like some Timbs
Disrespect then you get beat like an amp
I got bunny 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

[Hook: 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

[Outro: Chief Keef]
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


Chief Keef – Loose (feat. Lil Reese) letras

October 28, 2016

Lyrics

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[Hook: 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

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I’m here to bring my dawgs out the cut with them sitcks
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 (?) in my backpack
Up this bitch and go grrah
[Hook: 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

[Verse 2: Lil Reeese]
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

[Hook: 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

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
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 (?)
Walk up to the stage and I’m feeling like a champ
Know you SPS but I’ll get any nigga stamped
I’m all about my motherfucking weed like some Timbs
Disrespect then you get beat like an amp
I got bunny 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

[Hook: 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

[Outro: Chief Keef]
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


Chief Keef – Loose Lyrics

October 28, 2016

Lyrics

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[Hook: 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

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I’m here to bring my dawgs out the cut with them sitcks
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 (?) in my backpack
Up this bitch and go grrah
[Hook: 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

[Verse 2: Lil Reeese]
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

[Hook: 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

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
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 (?)
Walk up to the stage and I’m feeling like a champ
Know you SPS but I’ll get any nigga stamped
I’m all about my motherfucking weed like some Timbs
Disrespect then you get beat like an amp
I got bunny 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

[Hook: 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

[Outro: Chief Keef]
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