Chief Keef — Hang With Me

[Intro] Got, got, got ya, sucker This a Lamb' instead of a 'Rari Now man... (D-J-J-T) [Verse] This a Lamb' instead of a 'Rari Now man, it's big as fuck (Dope) Cut a nigga head off his shoulders, then kick it up Let that bitch fall to the ground, his homies pick it up We don't pay for hoes, dick 'em down, they be tippin' us I'm [ridin'/runnin'] and I'm dodgin' stupid potholes Trust me, you don't wanna look down the [gun/Glock?] nose Bend the block, dip a nigga like some nachos 'Cause I got green, tell a nigga some cilantro I'm [?] you know call up DPs Call the wrong plumber, he gon' leave a nigga leakin' Ridin' in a low-low (Skrrt), oh, yeah, we creepin' [?] turn to a feast Oh, yeah, you know we pop up, we gon' pop ya Pull up to your cookout to pop ya Come through, turn your trap house to a [mob/mop] house Leave your head on the floor, your blood gon' get mopped out Got some niggas in the pen, yeah, free [?] And sell cheap, leave a man down, mayday Chuck shoot you like a duck, Wesley Snipes, blank K Chino sellin' E so everyday is pay day I got some niggas on the seventh mile of the eight mile Rocaine piecin' niggas up and them [aced out?] [?] hold my Ruger, I brought the K out Hit his block on holiday, turn into a bake out I need some thot yeah [?] bring it up [?] with your shirt up, then he wring it out Shells at your head, so I can see what you thinkin' 'bout John Dang, he gon' pull up just blare me out Balmains or Robins, I got options Flip him like a sack, Keke thought he was a robber I'm goin' fast in this M6 and it's raining Bitch, put your seatbelt on, no complainin' She fell in love because of that I need a restraining Lamron they gon' come through and make arrangements DK send P's up [in and out?] Tadoe been on me in a Benzo Big birds sendin' hot shots, nigga, get low Slide down on a lil' nigga, hit his big folks Lil' Rocaine know we pull up, ain't no boxing Don't get out takin' off your shirt, we let shots squeeze Steal a nigga's lies, but we are not thieves The way we cut these niggas up, we make lunch meat Rest, R.I.P. dawg, smokin' dope, [?] Up this AR-15 and Mad Maxx a nigga That's cool, but they on the roof, though, snappin' pictures At least that's what it look like when that scope smack a nigga