Chief Keef — Lola Bunny

[Intro] Loads of money 'cause I'm arrogant Riding with Lola Bunny 'cause I got carrots Riding with Lola Bunny 'cause I got carrots In this room with tons of money, 'cause I'm arrogant Somebody call bud up tell him we finna air it Urm mm urr nn errr cause I'm servin' And I smoke blunts in the air 'cause I'm arrogant Urm mm urr nn errr 'cause I'm arrogant [Verse] Ice cream sprinkles in the, chain No, you can't hang if you ain't, gang Bitch, stop merging, stay up in yo', lane Fuck you take the hit for if you ain't got no aim? All these niggas rockin' with the, gang Glock 40. that rock ya witcha, chain The Jeep truck took off from the Mustang The fuck you take the ride for if you weren't on a thang? The fuck you in the whip for if you ain't squeezin'? You ain't with the shits, then you should be leavin' Free all my shortiеs out the damn prison Loud pack bust my ear drums, I can't hear shit Pussy got that fakе ice on, he embarrassed I paid 3K for this scarf, I'm not a terrorist Got out the cage and flew right past you like a parrot Ridin' with Lola the Bunny 'cause I got carrots Told that ho' don't talk to me because I'm married She said her man got a chain, but he don't never wear it Baby, I can track the money, no matter where it is You gon' see me pullin' up, wheels spinnin' like Ferris wheels You gon' see me sildin' by shinier, that's some tyre shine Accordin' to my watch, you can get up with me at anytime Pull up super charge, like meet me down at the finish line The shit they said when I was young, I'm older man, I get it now The bitch did went and got her face done, she think she pretty now The bitch did went and got her ass done, she think she pokin' now She got her buns out, it's hot out, she think she smokin' now Took the bitch heart and ran away, I think she broken now I got bread, I can't be loafin' now Slid the car right to your slot, it's a token now If I get caught, won't depend on no bitch don't hold me down I'll shoot a nigga like "kuh", that's the Kobe sound Young nigga you ridin' with a jock, they'll hold it down 'Fore you be onside of the law, you don't know us now Then you got a nigga like me, who gon' know it's them And I know they ran my fuckin' plates, like I know it's him Bitch, get out my fuckin' face, if you don't know wassam Gave a bitch a blunt and a bottle, now it's going down All these bitches love fuckin' rappers, man, they going 'round Just sent the brick, dry wall, you know I tore it down Bitch, get the fuck out the truck, if you don't know what's up Strap on my M13, showin’ my shoulder love Ain't no front-end, back-end, I don't go to clubs Baby, let the cars back in, I'm tryna show the club Hold on, niggas on some snake shit mow the club Gang gang, walked in, coolin’ tryna glow the club Desert eagle so big this bitch'll blow the club You think this shit a game, well phew, had to show the club Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew