Chief Keef — Dipset

[Chorus] Get your lips wet, bitch, Dipset We gon' aim this fucking clip at you (Bang) We gon' blow this fucking clip (Bang, bang) At your shoulders and your hip (Doo, doo) Dipset, Dipset Bitch, Dipset Goin' crazy, Dipset Killa season, Dipset [Verse 1] Put them Killa Cam's on them, I'm flexing real hard Put them bandanas on them, guess I think I'm Juelz Where my jewels? bitch they shining, look at all these diamonds Bitch, I got it all from grinding Shaun White, snowboard Oh boy I'ma old boy Matter of fact, bitch I'ma Glo boy You ain't making no noise Pull on your block, gratata, this a set up store boy [Chorus] Get your lips wet, bitch, Dipset We gon' aim this fucking clip at you (Bang) We gon' blow this fucking clip (Bang, bang) At your shoulders and your hip (Doo, doo) Dipset, Dipset Bitch, Dipset Goin' crazy, Dipset Killa season, Dipset [Verse 2] I'm at it again, got a necklace again Got weapons again, and we blast them again He did it again, oh shit he ducked them again He shitted again, pulled up in Beamers and Bentleys Oh yes, wait a minute Mr. Postman I got some guns, go and send them to Glo and nem Cause I can't trust foe nem They think I'm flexing, I'ma have to show them I need a McLaren sitting on 4's I need Velanos and Lambos Niggas sneak dissing on the Glo I tell my nina "get them girl" like Cam do