Chief Keef

[fox69]

"Aston Martin"

"Aston Martin"


[Hook:]
On my wrist bout 40
One chain on my neck 15
This Tec with me hold about 50
Blow his block like whatcha say about little key
Comin' through very foul with a referee
The only thing on my mind is money
That's why I don't know nothing when you ask me something
Been smoking on dope in the fastest car
Bought three chains from Johnny Dang
And coulda bought an Aston Martin

I got weed I don't need bitches
I got money I don't need friends
Me and B friends, Ben Franklin that's my best friend we pimpin'
Blocks, fuck with them make us put the heat in ya
With the opps nigga I can see the G in ya
Come in my house we got dope all up in the weed vender
Come too our block we gone make your dumb ass bleed nigga
Flexin' on niggas like a sucka he I itchin' our finger
Pull up catch an opp then we gon' put racks on a nigga
Then shoot up the rest of the niggas
They gon' get the best of us nigga

[Hook]

Car go skurt-skurt, Tec go click-clak
Tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh
Let a opp ride down the block like it's good good
We gon' tuh-tuh his windows
And my Glock on me case a nigga think it's macaroni
Smoking on a big blunt of tooka
She wasn't on me when I was in the hood hood
Now I'm rich she say she got that good good
Pistols beat like KRK, we coming through day by day
We don't want no peace treaties, we been pouring them things all day
Wop made me up a peace treaty and we pulling off having a race
Walked in the bank with a smirk, walked out laughing away
I'm rich now
I can buy a school or a club full of bitches now
My niggas in the field still Lam fuck niggas down
Fuck niggas don't like how I'm living now

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Aw Shit"

"Aw Shit"


Aw Shit [x4]
Be Cautious [x3]
Aw Shit (Hann)

[Hook:]
Bitches see me, they like aw shit
All my cars foreign
All my niggas reckless, don't run up on them
My click is enormous
My bitch's ass is humongous
This what them hoes say when I pull up on them
Aw shit [x16]

Boy please be cautious
Chief Sosa money talking
If you ain't money taking then why the fuck you talking
Walk up in the club and them bottles get to sparking
Bitch I don't drink you can give that to my brothers
Chief Sosa a reefer chiefer get that from my momma
I fuck that nigga's bitch that he was undercover loving
I even fucked his cousin and that bitch gotta husband
I know I be stunting and I don't talk tough for nothing
Bitch I'm money hunting
You ain't got enough checks
I leave niggas upset cause he ain't got nothing
My 24s they rubbing, I'm O'Block 300
They see us they like aw shit look at all the foreigns

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"B's"

"B's"


[Hook:]
Swag, throwing b's up
I got my gat and I'm throwing b's up
I'm throwing b's up, smoking trees up
She top me, then I leave her
I'm blood gang I be throw b's up
Them diamonds in my chain put them c's up
Seazy I throw a b's b
Blood gang pistols knock down tree tree

What I'm doing, smoking tree tree
Getting that knee knee
With a thot name Kiki, her nigga wanna be me
I'm throwing that bibi bullet fine like Lil Bibby
Watching my chain go bling bling, this shit like Lil Peepee
Almighty Sosa Big Glo, made that boss shit look easy
Say you wanna catch me though if you walk in you won't see me
Pull up playin' repo takin' every nigga I'm seeing
What I ain't I'll never be, what I am I'm being

[Hook]

These choppas knocks down trees trees
Choppas knock down heads and knees knees and feet, feet
Shooting up feet, feet
We shootin' targets we don't shoot no teetee
I'm too turnt, bitch I'm TT
We know drama just like TnT
It's no comparin' he and me
Up this gun shoot his ass, cause it's he or me

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Baby Whats Wrong With You"

"Baby Whats Wrong With You"


Every time I get it off
Every time I get it off
She like I like my weed at home
Sosa when you'll meet my folks?
I don't know, just wait it off
Sosa when you need my phones?
Sosa when you need my phones?
Green fly like peter do
She like I left my weed at home, oh can you get me stoned?
Baby that is not a exuse
So what you wanna do?
You ain't gotta roll one, baby You can roll a few
But I ain't gone smoke with yo
Stay askin me Wat I'm on with chu
Baby what's wrong with you?
Baby said she on me like glue
My thirty stay on me to
And I shot a movie too
Lambo a post on the block
Fuckin on one of my opps
Let the bitch try to set me up
Should gone be stuck between a rock and a motherfucker glock
My bitch bad, she terrible
Beat a bitch like keta do
Foreign all my vehicles
And I gotta thank Jesus too
Yea, well none of it is easy too
Remember all of that, you need me too
Remember all of that, you need me too
Oh now they need me too
Sosa when you need my phones?
Girl fly like pretty to go
She like I love my weed, oh can you get me stoned?
Baby that is not a scripture
So what you wanna know?
Yea I go about you, I'm a feel it
But I'm a smoke the truth
Stay, I set me while I'm on the truth
Baby what's wrong with you?

 

[fox69]

"Bad"
(feat. Tadoe)

"Bad"
(feat. Tadoe)



[Tadoe (Chief Keef):]
Bitch, O'Block, bitch
Smoking out yo dead homies
Thirty boppers for a opp (Bitch)
Fifty round or a hundred, you know how we coming
Big guns, they long body
Smoking out the 448 (Let's get it)
All we do is get money (Catch up!)
All we know is pop tags (Catch up!)
All we know is rock shows (Sosa baby)
All we know is run them bands up (Let's get it)
Green guacamole, check out my new Rollie
I'ma bad motherfucker, swish, I'ma splash brother
Ice on me, colder than Chiraq weather
I'ma bad mamba jamba, and I keep a hammer
Wanna see a nigga dead, wanna see me in the slammer
I'm so badass, fool, I can buy a school
Shawty send me nudes, I ain't wearing Trues
I'ma bad motherfucker
Crash, motherfucker
Cracking cards, you lil fraud
The ink in this choppa still pass pipes
I'm pulling all nighters, I'm not tired
You can see me from afar
Grab pound of smokes then I roll it up
Take your block then I blow it up
Got in her back and I tore it up
Adobe Lightroom, how I'm glo'ng up
My wrist like water
Now I got more money than my father
Like el chapo, bitch we kill your honor
I pass the streets with flying colors
I'ma bad motherfucker, swish, I'ma splash brother
Ice on me, colder than Chiraq weather
I'ma bad mamba jamba, and I keep a hammer
Wanna see a nigga dead, wanna see me in the slammer
I'm so badass, fool, I can buy a school
Shawty send me nudes, I ain't wearing Trues
I'ma bad motherfucker
Crash, motherfucker
Get it smackin for my mama
Grab the bullets for my llama
Ride right or wrong with my partner
Burger king I got that whopper
And I'm on some playa shit, facial cleanser with cucumbers
Like Tadoe I'm counting blue bummas
Smelling just like some new money
My chain looking like a [?]
All this loud I can't hear you (dope)
The cops is all outside, money and bitches there too
Baby I'm so mellow, won't go slow yellow
If you catch me sleep, one eyes open though
This bitch heads a freak, we're up in a suite
Gat, when I sleep, I feel like Memphis Bleek
What hand you rolling with? I'm feeling like I'm Beans
Pass me the throne, I'm feeling like a king
I'ma bad motherfucker, swish, I'ma splash brother
Ice on me, colder than Chiraq weather
I'ma bad mamba jamba, and I keep a hammer
Wanna see a nigga dead, wanna see me in the slammer
I'm so badass, fool, I can buy a school
Shawty send me nudes, I ain't wearing Trues
I'ma bad motherfucker
Crash, motherfucker

 

[fox69]

"Ballin'"

"Ballin'"


GBE baby Sosa baby
Ballin', ballin', ballin', ballin'

[Chorus:]
Bad bitches keep callin'
I swear this money keep fallin'
I bet it's this bitch callin'
I don't even wanna start in
Cause I'm ballin'
Bitch I'm ballin'

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Rollin' up this dope
Pop a nigga something like crisco
All I do is spend dough
I don't even know this bitch no mo'
Cause I'm ballin'
So please bitch stop callin'
Bitch I'm Chief Keef
Every bitch know me
If the bitch don't know me
Let me tell you hoes bout me
Bitch I'm ballin'
And we shoot no talkin'
Rockin' in my pink dolphin
Finna pop me a blue dolphin
Broke ass niggas who talkin'
If you ain't talkin' money than you thru talkin'
Bitch I'm ballin'
On these broke niggas, I'm ballin'
Ballin', ballin'

[Chorus:]
Bad bitches keep callin'
I swear this money keep fallin'
My best friends have been stallin'
I don't even wanna start in
Cause I'm ballin'
Bitch I'm ballin'
Sippin' on that lean
I go hard for my team
Pockets filled with that green
I just blow it all on my team
Cause I'm ballin'
Nigga I'm ballin'

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Ride around with my 3 hunnas
All my niggas, we stuntin'
Spendin commas, bitch it's nothin'
And I'm eatin, got me a big stomach
Cause I'm ballin'
I'm ballin', I'm ballin'
I be countin' them stacks
Crackin' cards, get back
I gets me a big check
And everything designer but it's mismatch
Cause I'm ballin'
I'm ballin' like spaldin'
Trus off my ass
Pockets filled with that cash
Niggas see me, they mad
Bitches see me, they pants I'm in fallin'
Now I'm thru talkin'
Cause I'm ballin', I'm ballin'

[Chorus:]
Bad bitches keep callin'
I swear this money keep fallin'
My best friends have been stallin'
I don't even wanna start in
Cause I'm ballin'
Bitch I'm ballin'
Sippin on that lean
I go hard for my team
Pockets filled with that green
I just blow it all on my team
Cause I'm ballin'
Nigga I'm ballin'

 

[fox69]

"Bang"

"Bang"


Bang, Bang, Bang Bang Bang

[Hook:]
That Smokes got me gone you can hear it in the air
We on top like some stairs
I Don't give no fuck I be going to hell
Can't fuck around with bitch niggas (bitches)
Because they be acting like hoes (hoes)
There's a lot hoes out here though
But (I'm a let this hamma blow
Like... Bang, Bang, Bang Bang Bang
Bang, Bang Bang Bang Bang
Bang, Bang) [x2]

[Verse 1:]
Choppers get let off (let off)
Now they don't want no war (they don't)
30 clips and them 4'5s gotta go back to that store
And that kush getting smoked gotta go back to the store
Cock back at the store, my man's gone blow
So they ass better get low
Or get hit
Oh shit
That bulldog make his ass split
I'm tring to get rich
Fuck a bitch
Or 54 ways to get hit
I'm talking this dick
If she snitch, she can get the 30 clip
All we know is bang and then dip
And them bangers hollow tips
I swear to God that shit dead
And show niggas how we do it
We got big hawks and eagles
That's gone knock you off your shoes
You better be a smart nigga
On that R.I.P dark nigga
Two Bangas going hard nigga
Soft nigga go hard nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Block 9
Tech9 39.45
When we hit him he ain't coming back
Smoking loud this buddy loud, so I ain't coming back
And I'm Chief Keef bitch
Off of Pill I feel like E.T bitch
Do a bitch spin like CD bitch
Can't get caught by CPD bitch
My nigga dooski he got my back
Just bring a 9 we ain't got a mack
You better listen we got the mack
And on ya back we make nolia clap
We got 50 shot tech's so don't get wet
We gone make some bullets rain on your block
Your bitch sucking all on my cock
On my block we the chop shop
Smoking stank all we know is bang
Fuck run a train
We gone roll a train
Big propane like novacane
Chief Keef bitch I'm so insane
And there's dough boys I run with with
City in black gates
Young money in 4'6
Flip a nigga like Patti cake

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Bang (Remix)"
(feat. Lil B the Based God)

"Bang (Remix)"
(feat. Lil B the Based God)



Remix

[Hook:]
(Yeah Basedgod Yeah Yeah Yeah Remix Chitown What it do [?] Woo Woo Swag Swag Yeah Basegod Basedgod)
That Smoose got me gone you can hear in the air
We on top like some stairs
I Don't give no fuck I be going to hell
Can't fuck around with bitches (bitches)
Because they be acting like hoes (hoes)
There's a lot hoes out here though
But (I'm a let this Hammer blow
Like... Bang, Bang, Bang Bang Bang
Bang, Bang Bang Bang Bang
Bang, Bang) [x2]

[Verse 1: Lil' B]
My niggas know this here
I will fucking you take you out
I don't talk off out of the mouth
I just come in with that Glock
Niggas know I took that case
I was facing 36
I had blood upon my hand and I still ain't say shit
Niggas talk about that black mask
I still got that black mask
I'll come out of retirement
And I'll have you looking like Batman
And shouts out to B-Unit
Wasn't old enough for D-Unit
And brangdang and bang, bang
Bitch Basedworld we the new movement
Shouts out to Chief Keef
That Nigga is my pedigree
I don't speak on it but really homie
Niggas getting fed clips for real homie
AK got the dick on it
Yeah bitch, this Lil' B
I still rock that pink shirt
And murk a nigga up in the streets

[Hook:]
(You feel me, I fuck with my nigga Chief Keef
Remix, Yeah, Remix Chicago Bay Area Thuggin')

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Block 9
Tech9 39.45
When you hitting me ain't coming back
Smoking loud this buddy loud, so I ain't coming back
And I'm Chief Keef bitch
Off of Pillar I feel like E.T bitch
Do a bitch [?] like CD bitch
Can't get called by CPD bitch
My nigga Dewski he got my back
Just bring a 9 we ain't got a mack
You better listen we got the mack
And on ya back we make annoyant clack
We got 50 shot text so don't get where
We gone make some bullets rain on your block
Your bitch sucking all on my cock
On the block weed of the shopping shop
Smoking stank all we know is bang
Fuck run a train
We gone roll a train
Big propane like novacane
Chief Keef bitch I'm so insane
And there's dough boys I'm round with
City in black gates
Young money in 4'6
Flip a nigga like Patti cake

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Be Back"

"Be Back"


Count that cash fast
And you know I'm smoking big gas bags
Hit stacks of big ass cash backs
Don't come to Chiraq you're better off in Baghdad
Where the fuck is the money, let me get that
Everyday designer, but it's mismatched
Where that Reese money 'cause we need that
Ain't see you on yo block, but we gon' be back

I got big knots, in my balmains
I be balling, like a ball game
Get to sparking, no talking
Chopper in the bag, make the mall rain
Bitch its chief so, where the beef go?
Talking like you 'bout it, where your teeth go
I got the heat though, for niggas trickos
Stack blue cheese up, like they Pringles

Count that cash fast
And you know I'm smoking big gas bags
Hit stacks of big ass cash backs
Don't come to Chiraq, you're better off in Baghdad
Where the fuck is the money, let me get that
Everyday designer but it's mismatched
Where that Reese money 'cause we need that
Ain't see you on yo block, but we gon' be back

Hop in a switch up
Commit a pick up
I'm in a foreign truck, getting my dick sucked
New louies, come take a picture
Commit a touchdown, from a kick-up
2 3 finna stick up, how your stick-up?
How your funds up, how your quick-up?
When its time for the hit uh, don't catch the hiccups
You ain't really 'bout it, give that stick-up

Count that cash fast
Ain't no smoking big gas bags
Hit stacks of big ass cash backs
Don't come to Chiraq you're better off in Baghdad
Where the fuck is the money, let me get that
Everyday designer, but it's mismatched
Where that Reese money 'cause we need that
Ain't see you on yo block, but we gon' be back

 

[fox69]

"Beethoven"

"Beethoven"


This pistol sing like Beethoven, Beethoven
This pistol beat like Zaytoven, Zaytoven
These pistols sing like Beethoven, Beethoven
This pistol beat like Zaytoven, Zaytoven
What's up in my bank roll? Rainbows
Like Wop and Flash I hate hoes, I hate hoes
$2000 for my rain coat, my rain coat
I'm down for life like Fabo, like Fabo

They always gossiping, I hate hoes, I hate hoes
I'm smoking on the lime green out the rainbows
Pour 6 in my cotton candy Faygo
I swear this shit darker than my uncle Lano
And I swear my uncle Lano is a black motherfucker
They [?] they go fat motherfuckers
What is it you spin, bitch it's crack motherfucker
If I ain't talkin' to vis I got that Ak motherfucker
And this Mac motherfucker

This pistol sing like Beethoven, Beethoven
This pistol beat like Zaytoven, Zaytoven
These pistols sing like Beethoven, Beethoven
This pistol beat like Zaytoven, Zaytoven
What's up in my bank roll? Rainbows
Like Wop and Flash I hate hoes, I hate hoes
$2000 for my rain coat, my rain coat
I'm down for life like Fabo, like Fabo

Who that at my door, that's Tadoe
Them folks ain't bring the pesos? My day blows
How I turn shit up, yeah the spiggas they blow
Sosa turn shit up, they say he tweaking, they know
Only time I chase is at the bank, ain't got time to chase hoes
NDC I need some poles, meet me at the Fuego's
I take 'em and box 'em up, these hoes I crate those
Ever since my niggas died I'm flexin you know I can't go
Poured up stuntin' I'm gon show out
I took your money it was a no show, ouch
You got the right money, I copped 'em standing on the couch
For these other niggas, no I cannot vouch
All this money, I'm a kangaroo, it's in my pouch
Bitches in my house, tell 'em hoes get out
Hop out, bow down, boy respect me now
You would think that I was Wop, how my wrists bling bow

This pistol sing like Beethoven, Beethoven
This pistol beat like Zaytoven, Zaytoven
These pistols sing like Beethoven, Beethoven
This pistol beat like Zaytoven, Zaytoven
What's up in my bank roll? Rainbows
Like Wop and Flash I hate hoes, I hate hoes
$2000 for my rain coat, my rain coat
I'm down for life like Fabo, like Fabo