Chief Keef — K

[Verse] God damn it's a dick car Like it's football, niggas gone get picked off Uber when picked up that bitch, I dropped that bitch off I found out she prostituting, smack that bitch boss Got all my diamonds here, have a hoe hypnotize I'm always down to ride, UPS freight truck in disguise I ain't playing fair, I should get penalize I got this 50 on me, clip was born in 65 (69!) I got yo bitch here, you in my rear view mirror What you spying on that bitch? Boy she can get you killed I'm at the top though, bitch I live here You tryna find me? I'm eating prolly, out getting mils Like a record label, nigga I'm giving deals All this ice on me, got yo bitch getting chills She said she's anemic I really couldn't tell Got yo bitch out her clothes, top was good as hell Nigga what's squad car? You little fuck niggas topless What's in my chopper? It's numbers, knock ya brains down 'til ya promise Do you want ya shoes fixed? I'm a cobbler, only thing don't like is numbers Shells eat a nigga like peach cobbler like today's Thanksgiving Yeah I got my hardy we can rumble nigga Like The Hardy Boyz, lot of jumping Put a whole in ya skull, Ed Hardy nigga I got double on the scope, it's a party nigga God damn it's a squad car This K Patriotic, call this shit Peyton Manning This life I live, it is hard knock I got that Rain Forest Cafe, I got that Hard Rock Bullets go through hard rocks, shit like casinos I found out you gambling my money, I'm beating bones She really is a fan, I'm on her ringtone Don't need no radio, bring the Glock, bitch we sing songs No dilemmas, I ain't Nelly Yeah I'm rollin', I ain't Kelly Who shot you? bitch I ain't telling Prolly me, I ain't scary Coppers come and get Chief So, straight face, bitch I ain't nervous What's up in my Glock? 5-0, jack a nigga I ain't Curtis I'm a rambler, pistol shooter, damager Bands to ya face the movement, take this shot camera ya I'm always eating food, I'm woke I don't snooze Now I ain't lacking bitch, do you have fun or do ya Do I look sober to ya? I'm off embalming fluid This cash I'm running through it, this money thumbing through it Me, goddamn it's the dumb hoes These hoes don't like the shells on me, they want ya rumble