Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Cozart
Keith Cozart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Neek
Neek
Mixing Engineer
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy, ayy Nah for real, y'all know I've been doing that shit I've been a legend man, I've been having them bars man Y'all just gotta listen man I ain't talkin' fast, you just listenin' slow stupid, ayy Sosa, where the Hawk go, did you trade it in? (No!) Hell no, I spent another 40K to bend (what he say?) I don't play but when I play, bitch, I play to win (ha?) All this money comin' in, it'll make you grin And in stash, it's a FN gotta make it in (bang) Pussy said he want smoke, better take it in (bang) You in them Chiraq streets, better take it easy I can never wear your chain boy, it's too cheesy Told my bitch I ain't with no bitch and said she don't believe me But she beliеve me if I paid a band for a Beaniе I had 5-10 bands in my True Jeanies (true, True) Where that shit come from? Man I had a genie I had all that, tryna make a shout out at my granny And my wrist cost a baby, I'ma need a nanny You the type of nigga link up with a tranny Bought a new set of 'nanas for the chimpanzees Baby Sosa bad ass was off six Xannies I don't want to fuck that bitch, she wearin' big panties I can go and buy your same watch for my granny I do what I gotta do for my fuckin' family Heat sensor on AR, call me Call Of Duty He a streetfighter, hit his ass with the Hadouken Backdoored by a bitch, that shit too flukey Gravitated off the ground, that's some super Tookie Said you ain't got my money, you shittin' me Smokey? Chief Sosa in your house, that bitch gon' be smokin' I got high off that bitch head, she tryna overdose me Got a cuban on my throat, so she gon' overthroat me I just bought a taurus in case I got a horoscope All this water on my body, she gon' need a floatie (bang) Gotta close the backdoor 'cause they gon' leave it open Nigga I can kill this shit by just breathin' on it Huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh You's a fucking cheerleader, nigga bring it on I put stars in the ceiling of my Lambo Folks 'nem'll leave you duckin' like a limbo (ay, Ay) Like Machine Gun, I feel like Rambo And it take close to .50 cal ammo Man my shorty get surgical like training day Dirty ass BM throw my chain away I don't care hoe, I woke up feelin' great today (fuck it) Wide body demon hawk, gonna make a play (true) Seen my cousin and I gave that lil' nigga my chain Told them when they city hot, nigga make it rain (rain) Sosa brushin' out his beard, call them Abraham When the city got cold, Chief Sosa made it flame (haa) Sosa ridin' with that stuff, I ain't talkin' Tameka sister (word) Shawty freak ass, tryna suck me while these people lookin' I can have my eyes closed and still can see you lookin' We was in the streets figthin', ridin' with Hadoukens Hadouken (ugh, ugh, ugh) Hadouken (ugh, ugh) Pulled up, spaceship, bitch get a glimpse I smell fishy shit, you fuck with skrimps I up the chopstick, you did a flip Tryna shoot the most bird, I caught a cramp Ain't no other way to go, but up up the ramp Steady sendin' death threats, well, now you stamped Lift my wrist up, they like, "Yep, it's a 'lamp" My cuban link cost ten thousand grams Baby Sosa prolly sold you ten thousand grams On the asphalt, left your shit on the ground Go, go, go, if you a threat, you get put down Ay, I gotta glo and get that money man, who down? Police ridin' up this street, we park with heat, scoot down Pulled up in that Urus, kitted up, she like, "Oh damn" LA Lakers front row seats, Lebron wha'down The boys in this bitch with me too, it's goin' g'down Hadouken Hadouken
Writer(s): Keith Farrelle Cozart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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