Chief Keef — What It Look Like

[Intro] Aye, aye, aye, gang, gang, squad, squad Squad, squad, squad, squad, squad, squad [Verse 1] You let her give you a milk mustache I was on my way to get the cash You sent a dick picture, she said you sad All these blue hundreds where my racks I used to need money on the gas I used to need 10 on the smoke I was in the alleyway, on front$treet, hand on the dope Slick knows fans for the folks Bitch I'm from the motherfuckin' go, where your chances are low If you getting bread, you could be toast I been on the west for years now, might hit my city wearin' somе locs Yo hoe be commenting up on my post 3 bеds in this bitch, but I still might fuck her on the floor The stick I’m stuck to it just like a post Told that bitch you better not be getting outta line or you’ll get choked The new choppa I got came with a scope Niggas don't even know how to use a gun How the fuck they gone know how to use a scope? Damn [Chorus] Run up boy, you gonna die It's a .45, what it look like? Streets don't love you, momma told you that Got a fatass strap, it'll blow your back Two Styrofoam, 5-10 blunts Chefs just made a plate, gone and get one I'm a greedy nigga, I'm on my 61 I got me a bitch, and got my dick one [Verse 2] I got me a chain and got one for my daughter too LV slippers look like I'm finna barbecue All this dope other than rabbit you ah think I harvest too Came down the wrong block we turnt his car to particles All my star devils at war I feel like RB2 We gotta to drive throught them, we serving beef like arby's do I might pull up to the white house in an army suit You don’t want smoke boy we got the same shit that the army do I'm the nigga with an army suit with a Balenciga boots Folks broke his hand on yo shit, now yo ass snaggle-tooth I don't remember last time I saw a grown man snaggle-toothed But I be flying around, fly as hell like a falcon do Pull up to the spot every time she see my she be like that's my boo If you see me ridin' around in a car with em, them my dudes Finna serve an avelanche, pack my boots That she say he say shit, most of that shit is semi true Lamborghini lifting up like a semi-tool We got sigal squeeze pistols, we got semi too Put the hellcat up, like whatchu him I do? Ain't you Chief Sosa? Hell naw am I who? Lion, tigers, polar bears in my zoo Pull up really strapped, like a chemical You might pull up and see me in your avenue Bitch I'm almighty, like the Evan dude [Chorus] Run up boy, you gonna die It's a .45, what it look like? Streets don't love you, momma told you that Got a fatass strap, it'll blow your back Two Styrofoam, 5-10 blunts Chefs just made a plate, gone and get one I'm a greedy nigga, I'm on my 61 I got me a bitch, and got my dick one