Chief Keef — Heater Fan

[Intro: Chief Keef] Yuh Bang bang, bitch (KeOntheTrack) [Verse 1: Chief Keef] Turn it up a notch Chief Keef on the beat (Boom) Invisible shit, in case you didn't notice me Bust your girlfriend and send your mama to the store for me Your wife gotta cook, and I'm shootin' up the groceries These niggas don't want it They can try it though (Boom) Give 'em a large fry, a burger, and a Diet Coke A shit badge, a straitjacket, and a [?] these bitches Think I wanna wife I wanna one night a hoe (yuh) Fe Fi Fo 1-2-3, T-Slick and Don Star 'bout to cap out your knee (Boom) What do you know, they call me Chief Keef Baby, toenail clipper 'bout to skin off your feet John Cena shit, you can't see me Bitin' ass niggas, you can't be me, naw Red and blue goggles on, I'm comin' 3D Like those media players bitch, burn you like a CD [Chorus: Chief Keef] F-L-Y (boom), without a Peter Pan though (boom) Fuck talk shit hit em with a heated band (Boom, Boom, Boom) Detective ass niggas and we see your mans in there (Boom) He act dumb, smack him with a heater fan F-L-Y, without a Peter Pan though Fuck talk shit hit em with a heated band Detective ass niggas, yeah, we see your mans in there He act dumb smack him with a heater fan [Verse 2: Star]