Chief Keef — Racks Stuffed Tommy Gun

We make yo ass take a nap You can give mfka a mile and they go take a lap Got a Tommy gun in my lap Glory boyz was made in da trap I don't give a fuck what they got, I got that sack He was sneak dissin' Sosa, it got him whack' Boy ya on thin ice that shit might crack All I know spend da sack and get it right back Rip Tray Savage get hit with the Mac I broke lil baby's heart, please see if she's in tact Lamborghini, Hellcat, might see the back Red eye, scat pack might see the track You ain't talkin' about the green, come meet the black Since then I get white money and bitch I'm black Gang stupid T'd up but we don't do crack Foenem in trap, trappin', might slip you a pack Ya'll worried about thesе hoes, go flip you a pack, ayy I been in less shit inna house ayy, (ayе aye aye) I get Animal style at In N out Momma beat that L like a blip, (bang) Tie ya shoes bitch, 'cause I’m a triip (bang bang) I'm like Harley, come give me the lip Get out the pipe, we gon' let it rip You a dick suckin', dick holder hit your lips Choppa shaking out my hand , had to get a grip Its the ass for me, baby it's the hips She hold my racks for me, like a big geep Cheeese