Chief Keef

[fox69]

"He Don't Know"

"He Don't Know"


[Hook:]
Fuck nigga wanna mug
He don't know I got the .40 in the club
He don't know I got my shorties in the cut
Cause this shit goin' very nuts
Throw 'em up, pop up, shootin' shit man, cops out
He don't know we got Glocks on us
He think we gon' knock him out
He said that he want war but he don't know
Can't tell that little boy what he don't know

[Verse 1:]
It's me and Dirty Thirty
Bullets fly, like little birdy birdy
The only pimps I know is Mac and Dirty Thirty
With a Tec, told a 50 you can't have Larry Birdy
Yeah they say money, power, respect
But bitch its money, power, the Tec
Point at your block and won't even have any regret
You fuck niggas be knowing how we get
So don't get screwed, I got some niggas with a bunch of tools
They come through screwin' shit like [moppers do]
Like don't be talkin' what my choppa do
Turn your block to Lil B bitch, Wonton Soup
Pull off in my Lady Gaga, skrr
I got Hannah, Lady Gaga too
Lotta bullets fly, that's what I do

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
He don't know
Got so many cars, when I pull up he won't know
He was talkin' to this bitch, she was suckin' me, he don't know
And this bitch want blue dream back, I'm like "you don't know"
What I smoke, better smoke OG
I like Ben Franklins baby, I don't fuck with no Gs
Can't wait for no bitch cause these hoes be fuckin' lowkey
Cause you thought your bitch was your bitch
But she was suckin' on me, that thot I like
She ain't know that almighty so got cinnamon rolls
That nigga act like sneak dissin' me gon' get him on
It's me and Ben Frank, I don't like people, me and him get along
Blow your block, givin' out shots for the face just silicone
Cops won't know
Unless one of you lil fuck niggas snitchin' on me
Shootin' up houses
Living rooms, bedrooms, and them kitchens only
Shootin' up cops
Front seats, passenger seats, and them engines only

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Hell Yeah"

"Hell Yeah"


If you talking about money the hell yeah nigga
Did I fuck that thot, hell yeah, did you?
If you wanna get some money then hell yeah I'm with you
Am I gon' get this money, hell yeah is you?
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Boy you smoking on that ew ew, ain't you?
I'm smoking fresh packs of pale whale nigga
Look here I can't feel you like I'm in a wheelchair, hell yeah
She need a lil air cause I'm smoking on that good dear, hell yeah
I be grinding hard
She point at her knee like put yo foot here, hell yeah
I be smoking loud, hell yeah
You can smell it even if you wasn't in here, hell yeah
10 thousand dollar clothes, remember wearing pale pale nigga
Bitch tryna find a ghost, I ain't even in there idiot
Tryna get some money then hand me up idiot
Don't be an idiot, clap yo ass like Missy Eliot
Counting on the dough, hell yeah
Pour up a 84, hell yeah
Got yo 9 to 5 nigga, hell yeah
Do yo bitch do the most, hell yeah
Sneak dissing on the low, hell yeah
What you wanted my nigga, hell yeah
If you talking about money the hell yeah nigga
Did I fuck that thot, hell yeah, did you?
If you wanna get some money then hell yeah I'm with you
Am I gon' get this money, hell yeah is you?
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Boy you smoking on that ew ew, ain't you?
I'm smoking fresh packs of pale whale nigga

 

[fox69]

"Hiding"

"Hiding"


[Intro:]
What do you want? [x8]

[Hook:]
I got choppers, I got gwala
I got partners, send you to the doctor
I got guns, singing like opera
And my partners, they got money
We ain't for nu'uh
Fuck ya momma, fuck ya poppa
What the fuck you doing, if you ain't getting money?
Bitch I'm 3hunna, my niggas riding
And we sliding, bitch we ain't hiding

[Verse 1:]
I got my pistol, that's my issue
My pistol get you, it got that grip too
I shoot it at you, them bullets catch you
And now you're done, you couldn't wrestle
All of these niggas, they pretenders
Act like they with you, they out to get you
So don't trust them, so don't love them
They want your spot, they want your hustle
They want your muscle
Rings on all 10 hands and they want your knuckle
Bitches calling me, they want my time
But I'm chasing all this money runnin'

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
What do you want? Where are you going?
What you doing, if you ain't getting money?
I'm smoking ganja, I'm counting commas
I got my llama, so nigga don't try us
I'm blasting at you, I'm laughing at you
Flexing throwing cash up on your bitch
And throwing cash up at you
I threw some cash up at you
Cause you need to catch up
You full of mayonnaise, I'll let Nina red ya
You in the red line, that's the dead line
You ain't got my money on time
Then that's your head mon
Bumbaclottin', Rasta-rockin'
Rastafari mothafucka, damn near lion

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Himalayas"

"Himalayas"


[Hook:]
Bitch say I'm always smokin'
Always drinkin', got some issues
Niggas always fuckin' plottin' I was thinking got some pistols
Pull up catch a nigga lackin', I was stanking got a rental
Bitch I'm from Chiraq, I was thinking got some missiles
I was watching out for lizards, I was watching out for niggas
Pull up on the block at night, I was sparking with them niggas
But I had to catch a flight, now bitch I'm a dumb ass nigga
And I know I'm shining bright, but I'm from the Himalayas

[Verse 1:]
I'm too turnt I'm TNT, bitch I put the E in key
An I put the lock on the door couldn't blow this off if you had the heat
I got me and this weed, meeting with me and me and me
Little lady I'm the I in the Win, bitch I'm the E in the Beef
Fuck nigga I'm the D in Deceased
Yo bitch be the E on my Wee Wee
Yo ass put the E in the Sheep
I'm the A in Shavin' and I'm off this weed
Yo bitch put the E in the Freek
She say you put the E in the Creep
Nigga I dont be the E in the Sleep
Nigga I be the E in Work All Week
Cause I can't eat when I'm Sleep
She said I put the E and I Eat
I put the I In do it, and I put the E in my Jeans
Bitch I put the A in the Hawk, bitch I put the E in that Eagle
Bitch I put the A in the Choppa, bitch I put the G in Illegal

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Bitch I put the E in lean, then I put the lean in Sprite
Bitch I put the B in Black, bitch I put the C in Cyph
Bitch I put the E in White, bitch I put the E in Red
Bitch I put the E in Retarded, guns that pull up and leave ya dead
Bitch I put the I in Sig, bitch I put the I in Live
Bitch I put the I in Grin, when I walk up in the building
Bitch I be the A in Hand, when they giving me my digits
Niggas be the A in Playing, 'till I be the P in Pistol
Bitch I be the G in Gifted, bitch I be the T in Whitle
Bitch I be the T in Too Turnt, bitches be the T in Irri
She said you be the the G in Naggin, bitch I be the A in Macking
I be the Y in Myself, niggas be the T in Tacky

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Hit The Bank Interlude"

"Hit The Bank Interlude"


Her ass fat, like Kim Stacks
DJ, run that shit back
New jewels, I cop that
New pistol, cock that
New watch, I cop that
And that top, I drop that
Pull up where that guap at
I took the game and locked that
Spending cash
Man that shit is pity patter, I get it back
Niggas petty, 18 shots, nigga out this 50 that
Got a hundred shots for niggas think they got 9 lives, kitty cats
With my Chicago Bears, let us catch a opp he getting sacked
I ride X6, ain't no Range Rover
This GTA bitch, not no Saint Rows
Pull up to the crib and I change clothes
Just to go and hit the bank, hoe

 

[fox69]

"Hit The Lotto Kash"

"Hit The Lotto Kash"


[Kash:]
I get stacks, pockets fat
I'm Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt
Took the tat, we back to back
I'm getting chauffered around, and I'm relaxed (duh)
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I'm in the range, eating snacks
I'm in the back, like Barack
Like Mrs. Michelle, I ring bells
These the new Jordan's, can't you tell
Class in session, grab a chair
You made me flex, how do you dare
I'm with my girls, at a fair
Hit a duck, and won a bear
I need you to add this up, grab a calculator
Put her at the whip Barbie bae, but I got more flavor
Get fly before you're higher, super sharp like a taper
She don't like me, I don't blame her
I get stacks, pockets fat
I'm Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt
Took the tat, we back to back
I'm getting chauffered around, and I'm relaxed (duh)
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
[Chief Keef:]
I'm Mr. Otto, I'm going Pablo
I hits the models, I gets the bottles
I'm going psycho, nothing's recycled
Look how my ice glow, charged like a rhino
Well other than bool, I'm super cool
You can't stand me, get you a stool
We back to back in foreign's?,
You got to make investments and stop buying shoes
Woah, woah [x4]
[Kash:]
I get stacks, pockets fat
I'm Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt
Took the tat, we back to back
I'm getting chauffered around, and I'm relaxed (duh)
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto

 

[fox69]

"Hoez N Oz"

"Hoez N Oz"


[Intro:]
Hoes and Oz
How you ain't know
Hoes and Oz [x20]
[Verse 1:]
Hoes and Oz
Bitch how don't you know
It's in the air this L-O-U-D
I don't like sober
I'm off the lean I'm falling over
I fucked his bitch, she like to smoke
You dumb bitch, you gotta go
He spilled his act 'pon my shoes
These ain't no jordans, bitch these balenciaga
[Hook: x2]
Oh no [x4]
No more hoes and oz [x4]
[Verse 2:]
Smoking out this pound nigga I don't smoke skinnies
Ride pass me, niggas mad cause my truck cost a Lamboghini
I got all this money on me all them hoes get to see me
Getting top by a woman named Lady Gaga but she got an ass like Nicki
At the party won't you come see me
She like do I gotta bring my weed with me
I'm like hell nah bitch you know I be chiefing keef
She like haha you mean to me
Bitch I'm Chief Sosa Houdini
Smoking on this green D
This bitch thought she was independent
Tryna bring her own weed but it smell like
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Homie"

"Homie"


[Hook:]
Bitch, I got the SIG on me, I got the big on me
And I got the pump, get a swig, homie
You dig, homie, did you hear, homie?
If you dig, put these pistols to your ear, homie
Yeah, homie, shoot for a year, homie
You think you fly? We shooting down your lil homie
Yeah, homie, I love my bricks, I swear, homie
Try to take it, nigga, I dare, homie

Call Johnny Dang up, I need some bling
Remember when I ain't have shit, know I can have anything
You see me in traffic, I be speeding
Now the cops behind me, they don't want anything
Rolling with the goon on the way to the loot
Remember posting on 0-6-2 with rocks all in my shoes
Bitch, I cook the coop, this ain't nothing new
You ain't know, I'm off the wall, I thought you knew
My daughter is 2, my son name is Krüe
If they know you ain't got money, they will laugh at you
Pull up with my shooters, they shoot, I say who
Niggas can't act foolish, they know how they do

[Hook]

Smoke a nigga like a one hunnid
This a gun holder a one hunnid
You can hold 'bout one somethin'
You act like you on somethin'
You call my phone, you want somethin'?
You call my phone, you got money?
I got rap money, rock money
Got some weed and a Glock on me
Bullets we can swap, come through like a SWAT, homie
Your town is running out of the goddamn clock, homie
I'm from Chiraq, got these white socks on me
Got the semis in the cut, keep something slight on me

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Hot"

"Hot"


Mic check let a nigga flex
He get wet, he get that hot shit
I got my Bernie Mac, nigga who you with
I'm coolin' with the gang, and nigga we on that hot shit
I know I'm rich I still be doin' 6, everywhere, anywhere
You know I'ma rep my shit
Bandana on the choppa I Juelz my shit
I can cut my dreads off and I can sell my shit

Smokin' on this loud, you can smell my shit (dope)
Hop up out the car and you can smell my whip
I don't fuck with coochie if you can smell the shit
I don't want the coochie if she sell the shit
She say she ain't a thot, she tellin' fairy tails and shit
I pull up on your block and I hear yells and shit
See, I got verses, but bitch I don't got 'em for the low
She said she love me, but baby ain't retarded though
I just hit the earth, drop in my veins to let you know
I just rolled 3 grams in that thing from Texaco
When I pull up, you know I be TNT (Too Turnt)
Hop out and I be chiefing keef

Mic check let a nigga flex
He get wet, he get that hot shit
I got my Bernie Mac, nigga who you with
I'm coolin' with the gang, and nigga we on that hot shit
I know I'm rich I still be doin' 6, everywhere, anywhere
You know I'ma rep my shit
Bandana on the choppa I Juelz my shit
I can cut my dreads off and I can sell my shit

 

[fox69]

"Hot"

"Hot"


Zaytoven!
Let's get it

The block (hot), my kicks (hot)
This whip (hot), my bitch (hot)
The trap (hot), the pot (hot)
I hit the jack (pot), had to pull a cash out

I'm smoking cheese, I'm rocking bling
There ain't shit, that what it be
LV on my feet, and on my teeth
Open up the pack, and let it reek
This is checkered field T, it's not Burberry
We ain't scared of po-po, word to Tyler Perry
We in dem foreigns back to back, now we on a journey
Cop the [?] around the [?], I need my attorney
Wifebeater like it's hot, but it's really really not
All this well earned ice, that I really really rock
All these designer clothes that I really really cop
Niggas pray really really that I really really flop
Gas in the car, I don't ever let it out
Got a foreign out the cut, it was time to rev it up
All green Valentino looking like some 7-Up
I wipe my ass with a hundred, fuck around and tear it up
With that backwoods wavin' round
When they smoke, here we come
Loaded with them drums
They go brr-rum-dum-bum-bum
Got the big rubber bands
Feeling like the man
Your bitch can get ran
In the club with some bands
I do what I gotta do, move what I gotta move
Just to get the fucking loot, bitch ain't in my room
All this water, I need a swimming suit, counting up revenue
I just met this bitch but I put fuck her in my schedule
Bitches on my testicles, cruisin down Melrose
Fly by and choo-choo like I'm on a railroad
Baby gotta ass on her, damn she shaped like J-Lo
And she got that good grizzle, you a lucky fellow
Yeah, I had to pipe her, cash excite her
Cash get a bitch wet, put her in a dryer
I don't even want her, put her in a fire
She said she dig my jeans, she said she dig my fibre
Run 'em niggas over, put 'em in a tire
Dope got my stove stuffed you can call me Skylar
I just make deposits, you can call me Swiper
I'm in the trackhoe, you're in a viper
(Smoking satellites) Amen
(And we wilin) saying
(Niggas out here) playing
(We got a strip club) raining