- Chief Keef B偶N次n 歌詞
- Chief Keef
- Big rubber bands I be poppin'
I up this f**king pistol then I cock it I pop it
I talk all this shit cause I'm bout it
You want beef I got Criscos we can get it poppin'
Call me baghead Milonakis
All I get is bags all I get is money
Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up get that money then I'm bouncin
I pull up hop out I don't pop out
I got the cops out it's hot out I got Glocks out
I up this 40 Mayweather it's a damn knock out
*Mumbles* I ain't make it in school Chief So was a drop out
Something something something I forgot now
I was thinking about the guap then put my guap out
I'm Sosa Ray Charles you can still get knocked down
It's a parade here all you see is Glock shells
I dress myself bitch I don't need a stylist
I got my pistol just in case the violence
I think my chopper gay I pulled him out the closet
I call my chopper Ye' cause' he half went to college
I call my desert eagle 'Desert Storm cause we be warrin'
I think my Mac wanna be a rapper we be touring
Like Kobe Shaq D Rose and Butler we be ballin'
If you talking bout some millions we be on it
Big rubber bands I be poppin'
I up this f**king pistol then I cock it I pop it
I talk all this shit cause I 'm bout it
You want beef I got Criscos we can get it poppin'
Call me baghead Milonakis
All I get is bags all I get is money
Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up get that money then I'm bouncin
I pull up get that check then I'm in to win
I got two Glock forties them be twenty twins
Don't wanna f**k your bitch she got a shitty wig
Shot four out the thirty we got twenty-six
Pulled up swagging know you seeing this
Bitch came to my crib you know she eatin' this
She can't have her phone hoes be leaking shit
I'm an anti-ass nigga I don't speak for shit
Chief So got over totin' llamas
I got a HK caliber Da Forty
I wasn't good in science but I knew my numbers
I'm ballin'
Ring ring tell your bitch stop callin'
Big rubber bands I be poppin'
I up this f* *king pistol then I cock it I pop it
I talk all this shit cause I'm bout it
You want beef I got Criscos we can get it poppin'
Call me baghead Milonakis
All I get is bags all I get is money
Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up get that money then I'm bouncin
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