Chief Keef

"Thots Gone Krazy"

"Thots Gone Krazy"


I got 8 AM thots, 7 PM thots and
I got 6 AM cock, for them stripper thots
Bitch I got a M car, for my fast thots
Bitch I got a big house, for my bad thots
I got thots going crazy, thots going crazy
Thots going crazy, thots going crazy
Thots going crazy, thots going crazy
Thots going crazy, these thots going crazy
I got thots going crazy, thots going crazy
Thots going crazy, thots going crazy
Thots ghots going crazy, thots going crazy
Thots gone, I got thots gone
I got thots

Pull up on your block with my bad thot
Pull up on my bitch block with my ex thot
Pull up on them niggas block with my blaster
Should've never thought her how to play Black Ops
I gotta slow down my fast thot
That bitch be going fast, she like red vines
I got a thot that say she ain't got no niggas
Brazilian thots, spanish thots
Girl you know, I don't like organic thots
I got mean thots, and friendly thots
And don't-wanna-let-me-hit-it thots
Cause if I do, i'll have a thot gone krazy, thot gone krazy
These thots gone krazy, they like "Aye Sosa baby"
Where you going, let me get a hug, I bought your CD
You wasn't shit, now you pulling up in a Mercedes
Man, shout out whoever made me
I got thotties going daily
These thots going crazy
Saying if they could, they would join the Glo Gang Navy

I got 8 AM thots, 7 PM thots and
I got 6 AM cock, for them stripper thots
Bitch I got a M car, for my fast thots
Bitch I got a big house, for my bad thots
I got thots going crazy, thots going crazy
Thots going crazy, thots going crazy
Thots going crazy, thots going crazy
Thots going crazy, these thots going crazy
I got thots going crazy, thots going crazy
Thots going crazy, thots going crazy
Thots ghots going crazy, thots going crazy
Thots gone, I got thots gone
I got thots
 
"Three Zero Zero"

"Three Zero Zero"


Put ya sets up, Put ya gats up
Bitch I got now fuck who next up
Walk up in the store with my check up
Walk up in that office where my check at
Or I’m a blow this bitch, on my exploding shit
They like you the man Sosa but I know this shit
They like please calm down Sosa but I won’t for shit
Blow my gun at anyone on my 3hunnid shit

Rambo rambo we comin' through like rambo
Gun tote ahunnid ammo 3hunna animal
But don’t make me call them Spartans have 3hunna at ya door
They ain’t got no swords bitch they got choppas at ya door
I got my locksmith at cha door
He pick ya lock we enter slow
Bitch no talking, bitch no bossin'
Then we out like vamanos
Her mouth on my D I’m like no teeth
She gave me the knee knee and I went weak
Bitch no twitter beef go call the police
3hunna shit my pistol with me and I am gone squeeze

Put ya sets up, Put ya gats up
Bitch I got now fuck who next up
Walk up in the store with my check up
Walk up in that office where my check at
Or I’m a blow this bitch, on my exploding shit
They like you the man Sosa but I know this shit
They like please calm down Sosa but I won’t for shit
Blow my gun at anyone on my 3hunnid shit

3hunna 3hunna, bitch I’m still 3hunna
I still rep BD don’t I, I still got my heat don’t I
Keep runnin' keep runnin' and I’m a keep blowing
I’m a catch a mother fucker every night and every morning
She seen my ice she think it’s snowin'
You try to take my ice bitch thank the morning
Is you gone wake up to thank the lord?
Glo up like wake up you can’t avoid
If you don’t smell the coffee we come through chalkin'
Have this pistol on me come through sparkin'
I have my dogs with me come through barkin'
You ain’t have no fucking business talking
Aye, Boy yo dogs some yorkies
Shitzu boy yo dogs some puppies
My dogs pitbulls they talk with Glocks and forties
The cops grab me ain’t talkin' without my lawyer
I’m still coolin' with my youngins
You keep it 1hunnid bitch I keep it 3hunnid
I’m boolin' with my youngins
I kill yo ass you foolin' with my money
 
"Ticket"

"Ticket"


These niggas ain't official (nah!)
Real nigga ain't in him (hannn!)
Dope all in the spine (dope!)
Probably why I can't feel 'em
Too much to lose (skrt!)
Probably why I ain't get em'
Gotta ball out for my dead homies
Probably why I ain't with em'
Ridin' around in this Fisker
10 hunnid for this Fisher
Thousand dollars for these louies (beep, beeep)
These here are official
Ball, ball, ball foul give me a whistle
Hoppin out with that style, these here a ticket

Walkin' through the mall, and I'm smellin' like dope
Shoppin' in Gucci, they let me pour drink up
This convo, ain't a ticket? Then I got's to hangup
Cause I love that blue cheese, like everybody loves Raymond
Come up in strip club, you fuck around get rained up
Go up in my hood, you fuck around get banged on
Loud pipes when, I pull off you can hear it when I swang em'
I'm in this bitch with a black hoodie, black gucci's; Trayvon

I parked in a no park and got me a ticket
Told the lord to excuse me for my sinning
Man I swear these bitches out here trippin'
If I was still in school, I'd have knots all in my dickies
(Let's get it)

These niggas ain't official (nah!)
Real nigga ain't in him (hannn!)
Dope all in the spine (dope!)
Probably why I can't feel 'em
Too much to lose (skrt!)
Probably why I ain't get em'
Gotta ball out for my dead homies
Probably why I ain't with em'
Ridin' around in this Fisker
10 hunnid for this Fisher
Thousand dollars for these louies (beep, beeep)
These here are official
Ball, ball, ball foul give me a whistle
Hoppin out with that style, these here a ticket

Free Slick, niggas keep talkin' that G shit
Niggas keep talkin' that sweet shit
Niggas ain't talkin' that street shit
Bitch my pockets on deep dish
You don't hustle, you don't eat shit
Ride pass you like I don't see shit
I let it seek me, ion seek it

These niggas ain't official (nah!)
Real nigga ain't in him (hannn!)
Dope all in the spine (dope!)
Probably why I can't feel 'em
Too much to lose (skrt!)
Probably why I ain't get em'
Gotta ball out for my dead homies
Probably why I ain't with em'
Ridin' around in this Fisker
10 hunnid for this Fisher
Thousand dollars for these louies (beep, beeep)
These here are official
Ball, ball, ball foul give me a whistle
Hoppin out with that style, these here a ticket

Gucci! Louis! BANG
 
"Time Up"

"Time Up"


I gotta get my racks up, I gotta get my back rubbed
I need to get my hoes up, I need to get my rolls up
Need to get in a hot tub, with 'bout 5 thots
And 'bout 5 women, with 'bout 5 guns
Gotta get it no matter what, gotta make my mind up
Gotta make my mama proud, that's who get my love
Put in a swisher 5 dubs
Gotta glo on these niggas, light bulbs
You got your time but it can be time up

You ain't fucking on yo bitch, I was
You ain't counting on a million, I done
Smoking dope with this [?]
Gotta a thot selling dope and I told the cops I was
Cause I don't give no fuck, aye
This Breitling I got cost 33 puffs
This life that I got cost 33 nuts, aye
This chain that I got cost me fucking 20
And I'm only 18 with this money
I spend it, make it back
She top me, I break it back
Look like a new model, so I bring that sack
Gave Kay Kay 2 thousand dollars every time she cried

I gotta get my racks up, I gotta get my back rubbed
I need to get my hoes up, I need to get my rolls up
Need to get in a hot tub, with 'bout 5 thots
And 'bout 5 women, with 'bout 5 guns
Gotta get it no matter what, gotta make my mind up
Gotta make my mama proud, that's who get my love
Put in a swisher 5 dubs
Gotta glo on these niggas, light bulbs
You got your time but it can be time up

Take 5 dubs, put it in a Swisher, don't pass that shit
Light it up, light it up, light it up, then ash that shit
All these bitches on my dick cause I get a lil pass and shit
When I ain't had nothing, where they ass had went
I don't know, only thing I know they around for my dough
But they time's up, I fuck 'em then fire 'em
And she thought she was getting a chance, she was flying down
I'm off these Xanax
Smoking on some damn thrax
Thinking 'bout Ben Franklin
But he in a better place and...

I gotta get my racks up, I gotta get my back rubbed
I need to get my hoes up, I need to get my rolls up
Need to get in a hot tub, with 'bout 5 thots
And 'bout 5 women, with 'bout 5 guns
Gotta get it no matter what, gotta make my mind up
Gotta make my mama proud, that's who get my love
Put in a swisher 5 dubs
Gotta glo on these niggas, light bulbs
You got your time but it can be time up
 
"Told Y'all"

"Told Y'all"


I'm inna new whip you ain't seen it
Finna hit the sprite with the remix (lean!)
All this fuckin' Fendi, I'm the cleanest
I'm so wavy make a bitch sea sick
I can only pipe a bitch if she thick
Pistol beat like Bankroll & D. Rich
Two grand on these LV kicks
Couple hundred horse power eat this
Okay, you niggas wanna sneak diss
Chasing after money leave me sleepless
Type of nigga fallout for a weak bitch
I took her to the crib let her eat this
Billie Jean told a bitch to Beat It
Up how she let a nigga beat it
Would've told her she'll make a good parent
Until she swallowed my semen

I told y'all I was gon' ball
I told y'all I was gon shit no stall
I told your girl I was gon' call
But here her number back cause it ain't happen at all
I told y'all I was gonna rock designer
I told y'all I was gonna get them bands
And if you wanna get super fuckin' rich
Then only thing you need to stop fuckin' with is friends
I told y'all I was gonna eat good
I told y'all I was gonna make it out the hood
I told y'all Imma count big racks
Hop in my lane and I'm grabbing the wood
Told ya'll that I got the Mac, Steve Jobs
All this motherfuckin' horse power Yee-Haw!
Bitch I got bigger guns than T.I
He told y'all that I don't, then he lied

I just hit this blunt so motherfucking hard
Your bitch just jumped in my motherfucking car
I'm authentic you's a motherfuckin' fraud
And my clip is a motherfucking large
If I take the pedal in this foreign
Oh can't you tell 'em, I'm ignorant
Use two be slidin down St. Lawrence
If we catch you lackin' then we scorin'
Pull up in that all-white like a nazi
Lookin' out for police and paparazzi
This bitch hotter than a taki
Told her give me that A$AP Rocky
Pull up in that all-white like a nazi
Lookin' out for police and paparazzi
This bitch hotter than a taki
Told her give me that A$AP Rocky

I told y'all I was gon' ball
I told y'all I was gon shit no stall
I told your girl I was gon' call
But here her number back cause it ain't happen at all
I told y'all I was gonna rock designer
I told y'all I was gonna get them bands
And if you wanna get super fuckin' rich
Then only thing you need to stop fuckin' with is friends
I told y'all I was gonna eat good
I told y'all I was gonna make it out the hood
I told y'all Imma count big racks
Hop in my lane and I'm grabbing the wood
Told ya'll that I got the Mac, Steve Jobs
All this motherfuckin' horse power Yee-Haw!
Bitch I got bigger guns than T.I
He told y'all that I don't, then he lied
 
"Tony Hawk"

"Tony Hawk"


Damn baby, look at these diamonds
Walk up in this motherfucker shining
I'm Almighty
Tony Hawk

Walk up in this motherfucker shining
Damn baby, look at these diamonds
Anything I see I want, I'm buying it
Tony Hawk bitch, always grinding
Niggas on that hating shit, I don't mind it
Niggas know we about that violence
Seen the cops, I was hiding
Thots see me, I was sliding

Money be my right hand, I got my Breitling on my left
That money be my wifey, you know I ain't got no spouse
Look at that hoe up over there
Look at that thot, watch I get her
She seen my ice then I hit her
What I do? Pass her to my niggas
I'm cooling in Benihanas but I don't eat lobster
Bitch I'm eating 10 steaks, call me sosa big ball
Sosa 2Pac
Riding around the west side in Bevely Hills in a new 'Rarri
She know niggas will never be too sorry like Tadoe
Aye, with my bankroll
Don't get mixed in that mango
Come through chopping shit with my Johnny Dang on

Walk up in this motherfucker shining
Damn baby, look at these diamonds
Anything I see I want, I'm buying it
Tony Hawk bitch, always grinding
Niggas on that hating shit, I don't mind it
Niggas know we about that violence
Seen the cops, I was hiding
Thots see me, I was sliding
 
"Tooka"
(feat. Tadoe)

"Tooka"
(feat. Tadoe)



[Tadoe:]
Put you on the TV, we'll news ya
Hit you with the 4-O's tho
Popping up, 4-O's tho
(Shut the fuck up before I punch your ass)

[Hook:]
Smokin' Tooka, bitch
I'm off this Tooka, bitch
I'm off this Tooka, bitch
I'm smokin' Tooka, bitch
Don't make me shoot ya, bitch
Pull off on tooka, bitch
I'm off this tookaaaaaaa, bitch
Shooters gon' shoot yaaaaaa, bitch

Pull up on you
Smoking on some Tooka pack
My shooters gon' shoot
Fuck nigga, where your shooters at?
Bang
Tryna lock me up
They know they ain't doing nothing
Tryna tie me up
Niggas know I'm shootin at
That ass, his bitch got a flat ass
He got a flat bag
So that match
I'm of two flat pounds and two X mans
Don't make me shoot you with your rat ass
Y'all some flat ass, flat ass cat dads (ha)
I don't even know what that is (ha)
But I'm smoking on this Tooka pack, yes

[Hook:]
Smokin' Tooka, bitch
I'm off this Tooka, bitch
I'm off this Tooka, bitch
I'm smokin' Tooka, bitch
Don't make me shoot ya, bitch
Pull off on tooka, bitch
I'm off this tookaaaaaaa, bitch
Shooters gon' shoot yaaaaaa, bitch
 
"Traumatize"

"Traumatize"


Fuck boy said he want beef, slide
His ass gon' be traumatized
I'm a be feeling sorry momma wise
Cause I can't trust niggas, I got a lot of eyes
Gun go bang bang, money machine go beep
Car go skr skr, cock go skeet skeet
Credit card go swipe swipe, watch my watch bling bling
On that road runner shit, meep meep
You ain't smoking dope, your weed got plenty seeds in it
I'm rolling around the town with this and glizzy meeting
Glo Gang bitch, you know that we go plenty weed men
Fifteen thots in this car like I got plenty seats in
Fourteen hundred for this belt, fuck with no more damn Fendi beatings
And I don't have any reasons
Seventeen shots in this 45, 50 in the Glock, hundred in the chop
Let's see how many kills we can get, Black Ops
Bitch I'm so dope that I'm gon' kill that shit, crack rock
Niggas stay sneak dissing, we gon' start throwing bullets like rocks
I ain't shit when I ain't have shit, couple grand on some kicks
Never touched fifty thousand dollars before that's why I'm playing with it
Bang
Fuck boy said he want beef, slide
His ass gon' be traumatized
I'm a be feeling sorry momma wise
Cause I can't trust niggas, I got a lot of eyes
Gun go bang bang, money machine go beep
Car go skr skr, cock go skeet skeet
Credit card go swipe swipe, watch my watch bling bling
On that road runner shit, meep meep
 
"Traumatized"

"Traumatized"


[Chorus:]
Fuck boy said he want beef, slide
His ass gon be traumatized
I'm a be feeling sorry momma wise
Cause I can't trust niggas, I got a lot of eyes
Gun go bang bang, money machine go beep
Car go skr skr, cock go skeet skeet
Credit card go swipe swipe, watch my watch bling bling
On that road runner shit, meep meep

[Verse:]
You ain't smoking dope, your weed got plenty seeds in it
I'm rolling around the town with this and glizzy meeting
Glo Gang bitch, you know that we go plenty weed men
Fifteen thots in this car like I got plenty seats in
Fourteen hundred for this belt, fuck with no more damn Fendi beatings
And I don't have any reasons
Seventeen shots in this 45, 50 in the Glock, hundred in the chop
Let's see how many kills we can get, Black Ops
Bitch I'm so dope that I'm gon kill that shit, crack rock
Niggas stay sneak dissing, we gon start throwing bullets like rocks
I ain't shit when I ain't have shit, couple grand on some kicks
Never touched fifty thousand dollars before that's why I'm playing with it
Bang

[Chorus]
 
"Tree Tree"

"Tree Tree"


Sosa baby, GBE, baby
Blood Gang, baby
5th Gang, baby, Sit Gang, baby, Get It Gang, baby
Leanin' Gang, baby
You know how I'm rockin', cut off stockings
Keep kush in my pocket
All designer, get ya grind up
Got a Breitling for the muthafuckin' timer
Yeah, bang, bang

[Hook:]
All these bitches love Sosa, nigga, fuck yo 'Rari Rover
And yo bitches came over, lil nigga, game over
I don't fuck with po-poers, the po-poers are no-noer
Shawty said she like my odor, bend it over, bend it over
I got pounds of that kino and I'm a Fendi totter
I ain't gotta beat my dogs, I'ma sick this 50 on 'em
Choppa come through yeah, I went 50 on 'em
Smokin' ganja yeah, I went tree tree on 'em

You can find me in the club with the snuff, fuck the buff
Baby, this dick what you need, but I know it ain't enough
I know you want money, but I can't baby, sorry
I know better 'bout these bitches, baby I am from the projects
Pull up cowabunga, pullin' off like gnarly
Now I can fuck my forth grade teacher, Ms. Crowley
Take two days to smoke a pound, I'm Sosa Marley
And you can call me Sosa Ross, I'm Sosa-phisticated
Man, I'm still fuck your earthquake
I 'member doing drills up in broad day
I got that world stop like Beyonce
Now carry on, I'm gonna go my way

[Hook:]
All these bitches love Sosa, nigga, fuck yo 'Rari Rover
And yo bitches came over, lil nigga, game over
I don't fuck with po-poers, the po-poers are no-noer
Shawty said she like my odor, bend it over, bend it over
I got pounds of that kino and I'm a Fendi totter
I ain't gotta beat my dogs, I'ma sick this 50 on 'em
Choppa come through yeah, I went 50 on 'em
Smokin' ganja yeah, I went tree tree on 'em

I went tree tree on her
Gettin' ne-ne from that lil bitch Keke on her
He love Keke, but she is a thotty on him
She just wanna have a party on her
And she be goin' on and on and on and-
Sayin' he a goofy, sayin' he ain't nothin'
And I be like o-kay, o-kay, o-kay
I'mma push him button, no it ain't no ridin'
Call me Sosa Big Pun, call me Sosa Fat Joe
Call my Ruger Remy Ma, call me Sosa Papoose
Shootin' everythin' from A to Z, alphabet coupe

[Hook:]
All these bitches love Sosa, nigga, fuck yo 'Rari Rover
And yo bitches came over, lil nigga, game over
I don't fuck with po-poers, the po-poers are no-noer
Shawty said she like my odor, bend it over, bend it over
I got pounds of that kino and I'm a Fendi totter
I ain't gotta beat my dogs, I'ma sick this 50 on 'em
Choppa come through yeah, I went 50 on 'em
Smokin' ganja yeah, I went tree tree on 'em
 
Morate se prijaviti ili registrovati da odgovorite ovde.
Natrag
Top