Chief Keef

[fox69]

"Grab A Star"

"Grab A Star"


Mama say I have trust issues
I been feelin' like Jesus
She wants me to be her man
I can't baby, I'ma break you
Baby, I would not lie to you
I'd be careful if I were you
I'm the one, but you might be too
I'm not that liable
Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr
Smoking that a-la-la-la
Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya
Call me, let me pull off, right now, right now-now
And when this drop starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star
These bitches love Turbo and I love the purple
I ball, Taj Gibson, baby boy, you look so fertile
These bitches love Otto, their mouths be wide o-pen
Been gettin' it since snot nose, I was open and then I closed
These bitches love Chief Lo, but I'm not so sweet though
And she is a freak though, I put her to sleep though
These hoes love Almighty, like Disney loved Miley
Her boyfriend is spying, she's like, "you have to hide me"
These bitches love me, that's all I can see
I'm so obsessed with me, I be all I can be
I don't see brown or white, all I see is green
To count all this cash, I might need a team
Mama say I have trust issues
I been feelin' like Jesus
She wants me to be her man
I can't baby, I'ma break you
Baby, I would not lie to you
I'd be careful if I were you
I'm the one, but you might be too
I'm not that liable
Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr
Smoking that a-la-la-la
Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya
Call me, let me pull off, right now, right now-now
And when this drop starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star
Ooh, my car so retarded, the bitch just farted
Pulled off like skrt, VIP access, I ain't gotta park it
All these darts on me no Walmart, will never fuck with Target
And I'm sipping, but I can't stop, I can't be hardened
These bitches love Big Gucci So, but I'm no rooty tooty though
Don't want [?], all you can know
Row row ya boat, that's all you can roll
I'm stuffing these cones like an audience clones
And I'm not really into mannequin though
But I'm somewhere in the Madigan dough
But I walk around like a manikin though
Now yo bitch on the way
She want this on me
But she's listening, can a bitch hold me?
You can be lactose, still can't shit on me
Do the whole 200 on dash, with a 150 [?]
Mama say I have trust issues
I been feelin' like Jesus
She wants me to be her man
I can't baby, I'ma break you
Baby, I would not lie to you
I'd be careful if I were you
I'm the one, but you might be too
I'm not that liable
Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr
Smoking that a-la-la-la
Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya
Call me, let me pull off, right now, right now-now
And when this drop starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star

 

[fox69]

"Granny's"

"Granny's"


I'm smoking dope feel like Lord Farquaad
I got a hunnid in my choppa
When niggas talking, shoot 'em down, blah blah
Sosa on that crazy shit, Lady Gaga
My gun go bang bang
Money machine go beep beep
I'm smoking on this Chief Keef
He got me so tree tree
Shoot a nigga deceased
Them I'ma go to D.C
And ask Obama do he see me
He said yeah 3-D
Tryna be like Jay-Z
And get the million dollar AP
20 racks in my left pocket in my right pocket 18
And fuck nigga I'm only 18
Imagine what I'ma be when Kay Kay turn 18
Ho I don't want yo cooties or ya rabies
I'm heavy artillery and need some extra 80's nd niggas [?]
Got 100 shot FN's better put 30s in yo 380s
My niggas comin' down ya block with shit we borrowed from the navy
She said ain't you Chief Keef I said yeah bitch stagely
But on the block they call me Sosa baby
Member pushin' packs I want sellin' out no bandi's
I was turnt up sellin' out my granny's
I was sellin' out my Granny's
I was sellin' out my Granny's
Sellin' out my Granny's
I was sellin' out my Granny's
What would I be without my Louies
Since I got money don't talk to me
When I ain't have money you wasn't talkin' to me
These niggas with me they sparkin' for me
Like G's, I don't fuck with no G's
Got 50 g's in my Robin jeans
Got 27 g's in my True Religion jeans
Bitch I got cheese and got lots of cheese
Had all the guns at my granny's house
Now I can buy granny a house
Member posted up on front street in front of my Granny's house
Had 300/600 front street at my Granny's house
Finna get in traffic catch a opp, we layin 'em down
My gun got the best sex, get a nigga wet wet
You smokin' on ass pack I'm smokin' on jet pack
You ain't gettin' cash boy you going through check stress
I'm off 2 flats boy feelin' like a young Batman
Bitch these Balenciaga's, I don't like Prada
I like Hermes, I don't like Ferragamo
This between me and you is that ours
Turnt up sellin' dope up out my grandmas
I was sellin' out my Granny's
I was sellin' out my Granny's
Sellin' out my Granny's
I was sellin' out my Granny's

 

[fox69]

"Green Light"

"Green Light"


Green light [x5]
Girl you know I get that yellow light, yea that slow money
Yellow bitch, bright white snow bunny
Bang, Bang! Bang!
[Hook:]
Green light, green light
I mixed it up, at first it was clean sprite
Yea I get that green light, go money
Girl you know I get that yellow light, yea that slow money
Yea I get that green light, green light
I get stop sign money, kill you 'bout my money
Green light, green light, green light
Yea I get that green light money
I was ridin' with my beam
Going fast, I done spilled the lean
Syrup like some Redbull, I think I got wings
Then I pop a flat, bitch this coffee got the cream
I pull up on yo block everybody wanna greet
I hop up out the car, everybody want to meet Chief Keef
But do you got the cheese, do you got the fees
Knock you out, sting like a bumble bee
Mike Tyson (Bang! Bang!)
Countin' on this white man
His bitch gave me head and I liked it, Katy Perry
Got milk?, bitch I'm a dairy
You be telling tales, you's a fairy
[Hook:]
Green light, green light
I mixed it up, at first it was clean sprite
Yea I get that green light, go money
Girl you know I get that yellow light, yea that slow money
Yea I get that green light, green light
I get stop sign money, kill you 'bout my money
Green light, green light, green light
Yea I get that green light money
All I talk is money, ughhhh I'm Master P
Bad bitches on me, ughhhh you after me
Dope got me coughin', ughhhh it's nasty
Cause you ain't getting money
Whaah, you mad at me
When the money call gone (Let's get it)
At the yellow light I never go slow (Let's get it)
At the red light I run fuck the po's (Let's get it)
Yeah you damn right, I don't care if they pull me over
I hit the club fuck the line, bitch I'm Chief Diddy
Blackhawks pride, got the Chiefs with me
Boy you you know these hoes ain't loyal, think I got CB with me
I be eatin' all day, I got my teeth with me
[Hook:]
Green light, green light
I mixed it up, at first it was clean sprite
Yea I get that green light, go money
Girl you know I get that yellow light, yea that slow money
Yea I get that green light, green light
I get stop sign money, kill you 'bout my money
Green light, green light, green light
Yea I get that green light money

 

[fox69]

"Guess What Boy"

"Guess What Boy"


[Intro - DJ Holiday:]
Oh you want that bitch?
You can't have that bitch
She got habits man
She been around rich nigga too long
Sosa!
[Hook:]
Why hoes be callin' my phone?
Cause hoes just wanna have fun
I be ridin' round with the chrome
Try me then I put one in yo dome
I pump it like
Guess what boy [x6]
I got one up in the head, guess what boy
[Verse 1:]
Yous a little ass boy, little ass shoes
Little ass house, little ass jewels
Little ass you, little ass tool
Little ass bullets, little ass shooter
I pull up with the stick, then I play some pool
I just got a pool, your ho invited too
I don't how I'm afford that, I know I'm so cool
I ain't go to school, I ain't know the rules
Pull up on me try to score, gonna front your move
Better be a badass cutie, I'm on you like a s'more
Ridin' with my nina, I ain't go to war
And I got a subpoena, I ain't go to court
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Pull up on your ass and get you boy
Walkin' out the bank I laugh funny boy
When I pull up it's a tragic boy
It's a silencer and a gun
That's me pullin' off in traffic boy
Bling, bling, that's the magic in my necklace boy
Bang, bang, that's the crank up in my ratchet boy
Ding, ding, that's your thot up in my mansion door
Ping, ping, that's the money callin' me boy
Beep, beep, that's me pullin' off with 10 boy
Skeet, skeet, cause that bitch top terrific boy
Eat, eat, when they see how I'm livin' boy
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Hallelujah"

"Hallelujah"


[Hook x2:]
Bitch I'm cooler than a cooler
Big shouts out to my jeweler
Hit a lick been rich ever since
Say Chief Sosa broke that's a rumor
These broke ass niggas need tune ups
I'm a rich ass nigga Hallelujah
Broke niggas we see right through ya
Bitch chief Sosa getting that mula

[Verse 1:]
Every time I look up my bitch starting some shit
Damn I hate a bitch that like to argue and shit
Got so much designer shit you'll think I'm all on this shit
There go the glory boys again they popping bottles and shit
I say if you need a feature homeboy hit up my line
I love when me and Ben Franklin be spending some time
Walk in the mall by all the stores bitch get on this grind
And if your boyfriend wanna be like me tell him get on his grind

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
Tadoe off the molly he retarded and shit
Take a look off in my closet lots of robins and shit
And if MJ bring out the same shoes I'm still coping them shit
Bentley coupes and hummer trucks and raris and shit
I do this so lolo don't have to worry again
And KayKay can be like pops riding raris and shit
There go Chief Sosa, girl he ducking paparazzi again
You looking for me I'm in the woods with Harley and shit

[Hook x3]

 

[fox69]

"Handles"

"Handles"


Moment of silence, light some candles
Bitch I'm ballin' and I got the handles
Smoking so much weed I'm fogging up my windows
I'm riding foreign and they got the handles
I'm a handle these niggas out the rental
My car be geeking all I did was touch the handle
Leave it up to me to get this money I'm gon' handle it
I got the ball and I got the handles bitch

H.A.N.D.L.E [?] B.I.G
Any morning he cannot beat me, and the S
Supercharger versus my M3, yes
I was ready to handle business don't bring problems to the next
And for all the big niggas I'll handle it with Tecs
Squeeze the trigger hold the handle, we got over on you swindle, come and handle this

Salus, like some candles
Bitch I'm ballin' and I got the handles
Smoking so much weed I'm fogging up my windows
I'm riding foreign and they got the handles
I'm a handle these niggas out the rental
My car be geeking all I did was touch the handle
Leave it up to me to get this money I'm gon' handle it
I got the ball and I got the handles bitch

Got the ball got the handles got the cars got the weed
Came through flexing she love for me
Glock on me go boom boom boom bitch Bone Thugs be me
I smoke the best weed bitch you bubbling on me
Ain't no niggas just fucking with me
Came through flexing that's nothing to me
Nigga getting mad that's cuffing to me
This bitch told me said she love her some keef
This bitch [?] said she love her some me
Then I got mad said she fucking with me
Sounds so baked it's an oven with me
A burger in the front that's McDonalds to me
I'm so glad I brought Rondo with me
I'm so workin' count cash smokin' weed
Then these fuck niggas say they comin' for me
I hope nigga know I got a llama on me
I hope nigga know I got drama on me
Money got your bitch with the doors up now your lucks out cause your bitch she's slobbing on me
She like, "Sosa you nutting on me?"
I'm like couple times too much money on me
Told the bitch she ain't coming with me
You can go anywhere but with me

Salus, like some candles
Bitch I'm ballin' and I got the handles
Smoking so much weed I'm fogging up my windows
I'm riding foreign and they got the handles
I'm a handle these niggas out the rental
My car be geeking all I did was touch the handle
Leave it up to me to get this money I'm gon' handle it
I got the ball and I got the handles bitch

 

[fox69]

"Hard"

"Hard"


[Hook:]
She don't accept me, but she speak to my watch
She won't regret me, when she let me fuck
She won't look at me, but she see I go hard
I had to put my beamer in park
I pull up on the house and she want it hard
She hop up on me and then she ride it hard
Then I go outside and keep grindin' hard
[Verse 1:]
It ain't my boys then, I don't give no fuck
It is then, I don't give a fuck
Money ain't that much, I'll give it up
Pull up, give 500 to a cluck
Life ain't that much, I'll live it up
I'll just get a blunt, I'll fill it up
Hop up in my beamer, I'll fill it up
Everybody eatin', I'll bill it up
Baby I'll keep my mouth closed, I'll seal it up
I won't lie to you, I'm real as fuck
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I'm all about my Feddi, so soften your top
And fuck if she let me, then I been by her
I spend by her, I went by her
I fucked on her, I flexed on her
I love Beamer's and Bentley's
Remember dreamin' of them
Now I can hop in any
And be speeding in them
She knows my boys always with me
And I'm bleeding with them
[Hook:]
She don't accept me, but she speak to my watch
She won't regret me, when she let me fuck
She won't look at me, but she see I go hard
I had to put my beamer in park
I pull up on the house and she want it hard
She hop up on me and then she ride it hard
Then I go outside and keep grindin' hard

 

[fox69]

"Hard Way"

"Hard Way"


[Hook:]
Smoking dope gotta find out the hard way
Don't make us make you find out the hard way
Bitch we do it the smart way
Bitch I'm oblock and I do it the squad way
Bitch it's the hard way or the squad way
And bitch we love the hard way
Don't make us start spray in broad day
Leaving eyes, brains in they hallways
[Verse:]
I put 30 seconds on my beat
I be so high so damn high that u can't see
I be chiefin keef and these bitches love chief keef cause he keep a couples gs
Got lvs and double gs
My lv's don't wanna leave
Double gs a couple gs
Nigga must be drinking lean if he think he can fuck with me
I sting like a bumble bee
Man this shit ain't nothing to me
I fuck lotta hoes man a bitch ain't nuthin to me
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Hate Being Sober"
(feat. 50 Cent & Wiz Khalifa)

"Hate Being Sober"
(feat. 50 Cent & Wiz Khalifa)



"Young Chop on the beat"
[Intro: Cheif Keef]
I can spell sober...
I'm a smoker...
Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water
Sober, my bitches stay sober
Sober
Damn I hate being sober
I hate being sober
[Hook: Chief Keef]
Damn I hate being sober, I'm a smoker
Fredo was drinking, ain't said I want molly water
But we can't spell sober
Ballout roll up, when we roll up bitches be on us
All the hoes they love smoking, and love drinking
Anti-sober, for no reason
Cause we can't spell sober
Ya know us, we smoke strong boy, watch me roll up
Cause I can't spell sober
[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
On my tour bus we get dumb high you's a floor, boy
Fredo got a hangover he toting a Cobra
Last night he was shooting shit up like O-Dog
Reesy rolling, Tadoe got hoes on mollies
Chief Sosa, Ballout, we high riding 'Raris
My bitches love drinking, some love smoking
Let my alcoholic bitch hit the dutch, she start choking
Call up D-Money, now we throw money
All these bitches off the shits they walk around like some zombies
Call up D-Money, now we throw money
All these bitches off the shits walk around like some zombies
[Hook: Chief Keef]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
We got 100 pounds of this shit, my stash house with them bricks
My pockets filled with them stacks, my bitch be gone off a flat
She a hot tamale when she pop a molly, it's time to party, we party hard
Drink and smoke it, drink and smoke it, drink and smoke it, we high for sure
I came in back of that Rolls
Nigga I ain't stunting them hoes
I trick a bitch to suck dick
Trick, what you spend on her, we spend on clothes
Too young for me she want Sosa, shooters in the Range Rover
That's GBE, when them two-two-threes get to flyin' bitch it's over
See my ring chain and my Rolex when I'm flexin'
Bitch I got to get mine, nigga get outta line, I check 'em
See this gangster's shit done stuntin' to perfection
Nigga better believe me, I make it look easy
[Hook: Chief Keef]
[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
My weed so strong, my cheese so long
Roll so many joints soon I might need a lung
Spend so many grands that I might need some bands
That's your bitch why she acting like she need a man?
I'm faded, talking mills cause I made it
Talking pounds cause I smoke it
Talking game cause I played it
I'm wasted, Rozzay that's my favorite
OG kush you could taste it
Buying Cris' by the cases
I hate being sober
Don't smell no one smoking
Me and my niggas come roll up
Believe they gon' fire on you
You think you could roll up
You smoke by the ounce
Well bitch, I smoke by the pound 'cause
[Hook: Chief Keef]

 

[fox69]

"Haten"

"Haten"


All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They yayughu ugh een gone
All of my bling on
My watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
[Hook:]
All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They like, “Sosa where you been?”
I've been getting money, “you've been gone.”
Come back with my watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
Getting my bawss on
They be haten. [x5]
They be haten. [x5]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Well I got money all up in my pores
Bitches all up in my phone
Niggas start to haten, and then stop participatin'
Then gon' get it gon' get it on
Bitch I spent four checks on my own
Pulled up flexin' on the low
Remember taking dope money back like, “Ay sir I'm Shawn.”
What the fuck you thought?
I had to go get me some gwap
I don’t like no snow
I had to go get me a loan
These niggas come through before
Me, I come through more hard
[?]
This is where I'm hot
Need some M&Millions, I like Chocolate
Peel up with no ceilings on, I think that I'm hot
I think that I'm Wayne, big timers blang blang
[Hook:]
All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They like, “Sosa where you been?”
I've been getting money, “you've been gone.”
Come back with my watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
Getting my bawss on
They be haten. [x5]
They be haten. [x5]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Air force ones, with no socks
Remember having rocks in my socks
Bitch I got my jewelry that I dont even wear but I'm a put it on and get hot
All these fuck niggas jealous, they don’t want me to kill it. They dont give a fuck if I flop!
But I'm a keep on killin', I'm a keep me Millin' I'm a straight go chase that gwap!
Pull up smoking skunk to the skunk
Shawty got some junk in the trunk
And these niggas keep on haten but I dont give a mother fucking fuck to the fuck!
Sneak dissin' like what to the what?
Im like huh to the huh?
I'm just getting money that’s it homie duh duh duh duh duh
Ayyy 110 in a 55 now running from the cops
She say I got style, baby I get that a lot
I get that a lot
I get that a lot
[Hook:]
All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They like, “Sosa where you been?”
I've been getting money, “you've been gone.”
Come back with my watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
Getting my bawss on
They be haten. [x5]
They be haten. [x5]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Hate
Haten. [x4]