Chief Keef — Less Speed

[Chorus] Point me to the racks, please (Racks, please) Before I make this fuckin' mac squeeze (Mac squeeze) Don't make these fuckin' racks sneeze (Racks sneeze) You little niggas is some pet-peeves (Pet-peeves) Up in traffic, where you catch me (Catch me) So much ice, I could jet ski (Jet ski) This bitch wish she never met me (Met me) I told her more brakes, less speed (Less speed) [Verse 1] You know I got the hammer, even in my pajamas He is not a member, we don't want him around us Smokin' on this dope pack, how much you get a pound for? I can get you real dope, stop lookin' 'cause you found him Accelerate then hit the gas, we don't fuck witchu', we sped pass We rolled pass then doubled back Let down the window then upped the Mac Like FAH-FAH-FAH, tell 'em that Folded up put it back in duffel bag Gotta blick on me, I'm bussin' that Swear it ain't shit here, tough as that If you was 'bout it nigga, you would buss back These hoes nigga, I ain't trustin' that These bitches nigga, I ain't lovin' that I'ma hit once and I'm puntin' that Man, fuck you niggas, I ain't stuntin' that Put em' in a cycle like a laundromat I'm high as hell of this onion pack And I'm ridin' round in this Iron Man [Chorus] Point me to the racks, please (Racks, please) Before I make this fuckin' mac squeeze (Mac squeeze) Don't make these fuckin' racks sneeze (Racks sneeze) You little niggas is some pet-peeves (Pet-peeves) Up in traffic, where you catch me (Catch me) So much ice, I could jet ski (Jet ski) This bitch wish she never met me (Met me) I told her more brakes, less speed (Less speed) [Verse 2] She want me to fuck her, I'm so low off stamina She's a fuckin' freak too, she put us on camera She got that non-stick shit, I'ma name her Pamela I be poppin' big shit, I'm livin' spectacular I gotta bitch named Tabatha, flip her like a spatula And the way she suck me, I cannot be mad at her I'ma fuckin' changed man, I cannot be draggin' her Stay gettin' the same bands, but my Louis lavender [Chorus] Point me to the racks, please (Racks, please) Before I make this fuckin' mac squeeze (Mac squeeze) Don't make these fuckin' racks sneeze (Racks sneeze) You little niggas is some pet-peeves (Pet-peeves) Up in traffic, where you catch me (Catch me) So much ice, I could jet ski (Jet ski) This bitch wish she never met me (Met me) I told her more brakes, less speed (Less speed)