Chief Keef — Light Heist

[Intro] Young Chop on the beat I'm ridin' like a nightlight So much cash that my pockets look pregnant They all know I'm knocked up (Ayy, turn the music up for me Chris) Ridin' like a nightlight, stop at the stoplight Drove off, ran the red light, there the cops is Tryna put me into lock up (Otto) 'Member having rocks in my Timbos Ran off with the coke money (Bang, let's get it, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Pull up, bounce out the all-white thing (Sosa, baby, GBE, baby) That there is a snow bunny Catch up, L's, L's, L's (Sosa on the beat) [Chorus] In the car, I'm riding, like a nightlight Ain't gon' stop at the stoplight I sip Barney, you sip stop sign, yeah, that sounds about right I wear astronaut clothes Pull up foreign, beat Kongo Take three hundred out, Wells Fargo I don't wait in line, no bar-codes You see your reflection in my ice I left you, boy, you not right My bitch so bad that's it's not nice Say "Hi", get top, then it's bye-bye You smokin' on low, boy, you're not high I keep spinach, like Popeye Brown bag full of cash, no white rice All the cash out the bank, that's a light heist [Verse 1] Pull up, peeking out the car, no soundproof Let the MAC out the top, no sunroof Throwing cash out the top, I'ma bank-teller Ride the car like I rode the Mongoose Fill yo' block up 'til it's no more Hear the SoundClick, no Johnny Juliano I'm on the high-speed, OJ in the bronco Got the Yao Ming and Mutombo I be with Smokey and the bandits You a cat but you be with the rat pack Runnin' for the ball, intercept that If I don't, that's where you get sacked at Fire too hot like Crisco, pop, pop I got enough cream for the whole café, no Hard Rock 'Member having rocks in my timbos Ran off with the coke money Pull up, bounce out the all-white thing That there is a snow bunny Pull up to the show get the forty G's, do that in one hour What the fuck do I hop in when I leave? That there is a snow plower [Chorus] In the car, I'm riding, like a nightlight Ain't gon' stop at the stoplight I sip Barney, you sip stop sign, yeah, that sounds about right I wear astronaut clothes Pull up foreign, beat Kongo Take three hundred out, Wells Fargo I don't wait in line, no bar-codes You see your reflection in my ice I left you, boy, you not right My bitch so bad that's it's not nice Say "Hi", get top, then it's bye-bye You smokin' on low, boy, you're not high I keep spinach, like Popeye Brown bag full of cash, no white rice All the cash out the bank, that's a light heist [Verse 2] I'm like sticking a fork in a socket Get your dumb ass shocked up So much cash that my pockets look pregnant They all know I'm knocked up Had to go change my safety deposit I told 'em put me in a locker Drove off, run the red light, there the cops is Tryna put me into lock-up Fuck a bitch so good she got me tatted She wear me like a t-shirt Got that big boy on my side I wear heat like a beeper Came in and Steph Curry'd the game Can you see me from the bleachers? Talked to God when I woke up this morning, I asked "can you please keep from the leechers?" She know I keep cheese, velveet-er She get a mouth fucked 'til her teeth hurt I take one ho upstairs, got a bitch right underneath her I'm an All Star on the bench like Chuck Throw some money up then the bitch got clucked Shoot the bitch up and she fizz right up Gave her some lean then she lit right up [Chorus] In the car, I'm riding, like a nightlight Ain't gon' stop at the stoplight I sip Barney, you sip stop sign, yeah, that sounds about right I wear astronaut clothes Pull up foreign, beat Kongo Take three hundred out, Wells Fargo I don't wait in line, no bar-codes You see your reflection in my ice I left you, boy, you not right My bitch so bad that's it's not nice Say "Hi", get top, then it's bye-bye You smokin' on low, boy, you're not high I keep spinach, like Popeye Brown bag full of cash, no white rice All the cash out the bank, that's a light heist [Outro] Let the MAC out the top, no sunroof Ride the car like I rode the Mongoose I'm on a high-speed, OJ in the Bronco I be with Smokey and the Bandits You a cat but you be with the Rat Pack Fire too high, like Crisco, pop pop I got enough cream for the café, no Hard Rock