Chief Keef — See You Later

[Chorus] I can't trust a soul, I ride with toolie I swear that it's glued to me 'Case some fuck nigga run up tryna do me I'ma get to fucking shooting I got a Glock, that bitch hot, time to trade it Niggas really mad 'cause I done made it And I get paper They can't get nathin' Cross me, bitch, see you later [Verse] That nigga cross me, he gon' need God Run up on 4-6 and heat their block But they ain't out there We don't ever see them Bitch, my .45 wanna meet them But I'm rich, let me T down 'Cause I'm T'd up Off reefer I still feel this flat But I just popped two Xanax This that Xanax music This that flat music This that go-and-get-your-gat music This that get-it-cracking music This for my white boys, that be going hard Fucking thots like porn stars Smoking on that dope We don't smoke that fucking bubble gum or Girl Scout Cookies Bitch, I don't want no pussy, I want top Top me then I'll leave your car Go back, where the fuck you came from You know what my name was, my name is Almighty And I'm hardbody I ain't scared of nobody My gun don't fear nobody Let it blow, my gun don't hear nobody Or see nobody But it will air somebody Shoot your ear off, buddy Meet my little friend, his name is Tommy I don't snort coke, I don't do molly I don't sniff dope, I don't do nothing But smoke trees I just get high Get high 'til I damn die Niggas hating on me, I don't know why But you know I got my .45 Tadoe got the 4-O Get him off a flat, Remy and Patron though And he at your door Causing commotion Knocking shit over and down Blowing down your trees, ayy Blowing down your kitchen, blowing down your knees And he blowing down your feet and your top I bet the death hear him knock Where your pounds and your bucks? And your bricks? Where your bitch? So I can fuck her and make her tell me shit Why? 'Cause I got that good dick She suckin' on this dick Guess what, she lovin' on this dick