Chief Keef

[fox69]

"In Your Face"

"In Your Face"


[Hook:]
Look at the cherry on my blunt
I flame it up I know you smell the skunk
All this money got me saggin'
Bitch you see my Louis trunks
It's been six years since I smoked a 51
I stuff the Tooka in a cone then I blaze
I'm sitting on the clouds I gave the stars my AK
I'm sipping on Sprite Tequila
Bitch the red be the chase
Is you mad? I see red in your face
Called a tooly, knock off you goofies, so many clips, it's a movie
I'm a rich kid bitch call me Scooby
Sip so much drank, call me Smoothie
Let the doors back to chopper shootin'
That's how my partners doin'
We hold up, turn that shit down then get you some chopper music
So many rocks in by my time, they like boy are you blind?
I call Johnny Dang like why my shit on Alaska time?
God damn I got me a rapid 9
Pro wrapping my 9-5
I got NFL chopper a in the field chopper, he like quarter back to 9
That mean pass it back to folks
100 grand in my mattress hoe
I'm flexing, I got the dough
I should get my mattress a boat
I should get my jewels a room
I should get my shoes a broom
Cause if a nigga step on my shoes, he knows, he doomed
[Hook]
I see the red in your face, my bad, I was late, I was getting dough
Got red in my drank, got hollows and K, he hit you hoe
Look at my tool, bitch step on my shoes, he wrenchin' hoe
She looking at me, don't talk to Chief Keef, he billing hoes
She know we bang bros, she act like she don't, we blitzin' hoes
Is it Halloween? or it's just Keef, he tricking hoe
She look at my chest, she look at my wrist, she feeling on me
Step out of the car, they like look at his shoes, we gettin' those
I'm done gettin' money, until tomorrow, I'm getting old
This beat from a bitch, that's top from a bitch, you already know
Pull up in that monster, these hoes fall out, I'm killing hoe
I'm riding foreign, I'm from the streets, yes, Chiraq, Drillinois
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Instagram"

"Instagram"


I love Instagram, Instagram
Baby, follow me on Instagram
Wanna see how I'm doing, take a look at my Instagram
Instagram, Instagram, I put my life on my Instagram
I put my money, my cars, my big ass house, and my ice on Instagram, Instagram
I loaded a tool on Instagram
We fronted your move on Instagram
That bitch only look cute on Instagram
Niggas only gon' shoot on Instagram

C-H-I-E-F-F K double E-F-F S-O-S-S-A, bitch that's my damn Instagram
Pull up on your block, hop out taking pictures, look at him
Nigga got a problem, we gon' shoot it out on Instagram
Niggas acting tough on IG, he gon' need an IV
We gon' pull up in them caravans, 2013 spar team
Spot 'em, got 'em, drop me, he was living cocky
Dissing that Glo Gang and 300, that O'Block boy he not me
He can't diss nobody, that nigga ain't Almighty
Come through your block with them Glocks, chops, car, we gon' shoot shit up, Bin Laden
I fucks with Obama, but I'm a assassin
Wait, let me take a picture for my IG

I love Instagram, Instagram
Baby, follow me on Instagram
Wanna see how I'm doing, take a look at my Instagram
Instagram, Instagram, I put my life on my Instagram
I put my money, my cars, my big ass house, and my ice on Instagram, Instagram
I loaded a tool on Instagram
We fronted your move on Instagram
That bitch only look cute on Instagram
Niggas only gon' shoot on Instagram

These hoes IG famous, niggas IG gangsters
If I was your bitch, nigga, I'll be anxious
And If I was your nigga, girl, I'll hate me
Cooling on IG, making shit very complicated
Niggas like how he get that watch and damn who made it?
Bitch this cost a Breitling, not a jaker
On Instagram, I got niggas like a hater

I love Instagram, Instagram
Baby, follow me on Instagram
Wanna see how I'm doing, take a look at my Instagram
Instagram, Instagram, I put my life on my Instagram
I put my money, my cars, my big ass house, and my ice on Instagram, Instagram
I loaded a tool on Instagram
We fronted your move on Instagram
That bitch only look cute on Instagram
Niggas only gon' shoot on Instagram

 

[fox69]

"Intro"
(feat. 12million)

"Intro"
(feat. 12million)



Whad up man
It's your boy [?] checking it live frommansion
Nobody 2 drops December 10, 2015
Nobody 1 drops 120 000, you know what I mean
You know this shit, I'm only be making this for 3 years too shit
I know lot of my friends [?]
I had to separate myself from everybody, even the folks in my crib
Want to take it to the next level, y'all ain't just can't get to it
I was just making a peice on my motherfucking 300 dollar computer, you know
Now I'll be in all type of million dollar studio going
I know you all grow up listening to the same shit
Kanye West, lil Wayne, Whiz Khalifa and all that shit
I got something better than all them niggas
But shit, you know I ain't no different than ya'll shit
I just use my head under my feet

 

[fox69]

"Irri"
(feat. Lil B)

"Irri"
(feat. Lil B)



[Lil B:]
Chief Keef what it do
It's Lil B, I love you nigga
Get that money nigga, count up on these bitch ass niggas man
Skee!
[Hook:]
Irri, irri irri, irri irri, these bitches irri
Irri irri, irri irri, these niggas irri
They all up in my, ear-a ear-a
Like can you hear us?
Bitch I can't, hear-a hear-a
These niggas irritating
These bitches irritating
My gun don't irritate it, I hyperventilate it
Like click-clack irri
Irri irri, irri irri
Shootin' for your ear-a
Irri irri, irri irri
These niggas irri, these bitches irri
These cops is irri, they all over my area
They looking for me, they watching a nigga
I'm smoking on Swishers
That bitch thought it was a Backwoods nigga, swear that bitch irri
That bitch brought some Backwoods with her
Kick that bitch out backwards nigga
Should have known to not bring that shit to my mansion nigga
Should have never invited that bitch to my mansion nigga
Should've took that bitch to the Hampton nigga
Pulled up in a irritating car with an irritating Glock
Irritating niggas sendin irritating shots
Irritating niggas and irritating bitch
Get irritating shots for a irritated boss
Like Irri, irri irri, irri irri
Got Irri nina coolin' with me you know that's my nigga
[Hook:]
Irri, irri irri, irri irri, these bitches irri
Irri irri, irri irri, these niggas irri
They all up in my, ear-a ear-a
Like can you hear us?
Bitch I can't, hear-a hear-a
These niggas irritating
These bitches irritating
My gun don't irritate it, I hyperventilate it
Like click-clack irri
Irri irri, irri, irri
Shootin' for your ear-a
Irri irri, irri irri
[Lil B:]
This our year-a this my era
Fuck whoever I'm trying to tell ya fuck whoever
I'm not scare-a, Lil B, Chief Keef
I smoke reef, you got that reef?
Well light the leaf, up in the air-a
Cocaine era, got whatever blast whoever
I'm not scared of black leather look in the mirror
I've see character it's my era, mixtape era
World Star Hip Hop, call me Q or call me J or call me swag
Winning, damn I'm winning
Change the fucking game even jumped up in it
Real hip hop like a New York minute
If you can't understand you ain't get it bitch
[Hook:]
Irri, irri irri, irri irri, these bitches irri
Irri irri, irri irri, these niggas irri
They all up in my, ear-a ear-a
Like can you hear us?
Bitch I can't, hear-a hear-a
These niggas irritating
These bitches irritating
My gun don't irritate it, I hyperventilate it
Like click-clack irri
Irri irri, irri, irri
Shootin' for your ear-a
Irri irri, irri irri
These niggas irri

 

[fox69]

"It's More"

"It's More"


[Hook:]
For Blood I pour out a 5th, keep on pourin' the shit
In the club standing on the couches, enjoying the shit
She want all of this dick, I give her majority of the dick
Baby I gotta get all this money, need all of the shit
But there's more to this shit, girl it's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit [x2] Baby
It's more to this shit [x3]

All I see green, green, nothing in between
No brown, no white, all I see green
All I see green, love broccoli I eat beans
And I smoke trees, so high like I eat leaves
Aye I roll off with that gwap, like "Beep Beep"
You don't got it like me but yo bitch like Chief Keef
She say she love me, then I leave with my cleats
I know I was driving but I was running up the streets
I walked up in the club, they don't need to see my ID
I ain't got no patience, don't need to see my IV
I picked up some paper tryna see where that's gon' lead
I walked up out the office with a check on 1, 2, 3, 3

[Hook:]
For Blood I pour out a 5th, keep on pourin the shit
In the club standing on the couches enjoying the shit
She want all of this dick, I give her majority of the dick
Baby I gotta get all this money, need all of the shit
But there's more to this shit, girl it's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit [x2] Baby
It's more to this shit [x3]

I see blue, blue, no I don't see you
All I see is blue, is that Blue's clues?
If you cross the red, red, shots up in yo head
Ya dead, ya dead, just like my dead presidents
I pulled them Ben Franklins up out my pocket
I know I'm so icy I got my rocket
I gave my tech to ya'll, you know I T-Mac'd it
I took it back a while, this T-Mac spit magic
Hop out that clean, with green, shiny like Oil Sheen
Spraying shit like Mousse, Rudolph where you going?
I'm the king, I'm Mufasa with some wings
I want some Wokcano, I don't want chicken wings

[Hook:]
For Blood I pour out a 5th, keep on pourin the shit
In the club standing on the couches enjoying the shit
She want all of this dick, I give her majority of the dick
Baby I gotta get all this money, need all of the shit
But there's more to this shit, girl it's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit [x2] Baby
It's more to this shit [x3]

 

[fox69]

"Itz Crackin'"

"Itz Crackin'"


[Intro:]
I was chillin smokin loud
She like ain't you Chief Keef
Yeah the famous Chief Keef
Bang
Sosa
O Block
GBE OTF
[Verse 1:]
I was chillin smokin loud
She like ain't you Chief Keef
Yeah the famous Chief Keef
Now she wanna freak me
But She already know
She gotta do the team
Yeah yeah the the team
Yeah yeah the the team
I'm all about my green
Make a stupid roll it seem
We see money when that 30 fifth cappin with the beam
I got a lot of killas nigga you not anything
Run a bitch that you love and leave her with a dream
Bitch nigga it's crackin
Get off the porch no lacks
Ridin on you slide the door back
Like applauds nigga we clappin
We take what you taxin
Split it even like magic
Fredo he it the cut make it verry scary like Freddy
[Chorus:]
You sneak dissin What's hannin
Dem guns split you It's crackin
Two Foo No stackin
Ridin round With dem ratchets
You want it I got it
Bitch Nigga It's crackin
O T F In the party
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
You ain't bout That action
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
When them bullets Flyin at ya
Bitch nigga It's Crackin
[Verse 2:]
Wats crackin ts crackin fa Frado it's crackin
Fa Reese Money I'm crackin keep ya eyes open no lackin
Hot 6 hunnet come clap you
Bullets come tackle
Bullets bouncin like rabbits like I said nigga it's crackin
One in the head clip in my pocket you know it's a 30
Somethin pop off that clip and then click ckack then bernie
Goes the Mac nigga hollows fat nigga rippin through godzillas back nigga
Have yo bitch suckin my dick nigga the hit that loud pack nigga
Big E nigga he gon let it go E-Dawg gon let it blow
When shit get so technical erase niggas like schedules
O Block jus to let you know
Kill the world jus to let you know
R I P Lil Mo
That's why if I die I gots to go
[Chorus:]
You sneak dissin What's hannin
Dem guns split you It's crackin
Two Foo No stackin
Ridin round With dem ratchets
You want it I got it
Bitch Nigga It's crackin
O T F In the party
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
You ain't bout That action
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
Bitch Nigga it's crackin
When them bullets Flyin at ya
Bitch nigga It's Crackin

 

[fox69]

"Jet Li"
(feat. Gucci Mane)

"Jet Li"
(feat. Gucci Mane)



[Chief Keef & Gucci Mane:]
Gwop!
Aaah
Catch up!
Catch up!
Skrrt, skrrt

[Chief Keef:]
I be off the shits, can't shit upset me
I come through in my Rari, kicking shit like Jet Li
Hop in my Bentley, please do not tempt me
I come through in my Audi, chopping shit like Jet Li
She see my neck piece, now she wanna molest me
And I'm a let her do it, break a bitch like Jet Li
Jet Li, yeah bitch Jet Li
If that bitch don't respect me I kick that bitch like Jet Li

My life a movie, Kung Fu movie
Bitch don't wanna do me, I kick that bitch like Bruce Lee
I'm with Chelsey, smoking on this QP
And If she don't do me I kick that bitch like Bruce Lee
She gon' regret me, regret that she ain't let me
Kick that bitch to the curb, to the curb Jet Li
She see my ear piece, my wrist piece, my neck piece
Johnny Dang ice on, he chopping shit like Jet Li

I be off the shits, can't shit upset me
I come through in my Rari, kicking shit like Jet Li
Hop in my Bentley, please do not tempt me
I come through in my Audi, chopping shit like Jet Li
She see my neck piece, now she wanna molest me
And I'm a let her do it, break a bitch like Jet Li
Jet Li, yeah bitch Jet Li
If that bitch don't respect me I kick that bitch like Jet Li

[Gucci Mane:]
I'm in the club, QP of that Cali pickle
I'm known for doing stunts, bitches think I'm Bruce Lee
Black Bentley, bought it 'cause it makes my [?]
And even though I'm worth a milli Gucci still get ya
East Atlanta Valleys, you can say the 6 in it
[?] and I plot, how I talk nigga
Some many cars, can't fit all in my garage nigga
This drop top Rari make me think that I'm [?] nigga

[Chief Keef:]
I be off the shits, can't shit upset me
I come through in my Rari, kicking shit like Jet Li
Hop in my Bentley, please do not tempt me
I come through in my Audi, chopping shit like Jet Li
She see my neck piece, now she wanna molest me
And I'm a let her do it, break a bitch like Jet Li
Jet Li, yeah bitch Jet Li
If that bitch don't respect me I kick that bitch like Jet Li

 

[fox69]

"John Madden"

"John Madden"


Sosa!
L's, L's
D Rose what up man?
Roll that dope up
Sosa Baby
Catch up

064 Boys, you betta know boy
Have my young niggas, kick a door boy
You better blow boy, cause we gon' blow boy
You better duck boy, get on the floor boy
600 Boys, I rock with those boys
D.Rose boy, my lil bro boy
He gon' blow boy, Get you gon' boy
Y'all some lil boys, I'm a grown boy
Gimmie some racks, bout 5 stacks
And if he holding that? Ima rob that
Yeah I'm checking niggas, like a contract
Yous a lil nigga, I'm beyond that
Where yo moms at?, my dick she can climb that
Fuck A Tooka Gang, I let this ruger bang
For my bro-gods, I let this ruger sing
So don't try us, we is too insane

[Hook:]
OTF, for my niggas I'm going crazy
Chief Sosa, for that nigga they going crazy
So hide your lady, my niggas reckless they'll fuck your lady
And let you have it, fuck nigga we all savage
300 savage with Lamron, it's closed caskets
O-Block we blitzing niggas like John Madden
300 savage with Lamron, it's closed caskets
O-Block we blitzing niggas, John Madden

Dart gang, it's a dart game
And we don't love hoes, or play heart games
In my own lane, it's a smart thing
Cause of snitch niggas playing cops games
I let it fire bang! I am not lame
All my niggas grind, that's a smart thing
Cause we gangbang, we is insane
We make bullets rain, fuck Tooka Gang
Sosa flex, he don't wanna get hit that tec
My niggas next, if we ain't eating that shit is dead
That nigga's dead, fuck around with my hittas man
Frontstreet man, [?] he a hitta man
Lollipop, that bitch licking my lollipop
Hit em from the top, that bitch slurping my lollipop
Better stop, fuck nigga we don't fuck with opps
Or fuck with cops, snitch nigga get in a box

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Jumanji"

"Jumanji"


(Yeah)
(It's about that mothafucking time)
(Chief Otto is in the fucking building)
(He Jumanji on you mothafuckas)
(Killing you mothafuckas)

I roll up flexin', rest in peace niggas
Everyday is halloween, trick or treat niggas
I got the loud pack for the sleep niggas
Roll up, get throwed, Bun B niggas
These niggas trynna see how I don't see niggas
Cuz when I look in the mirror I see me nigga
Like the aliens you better come in peace nigga
Or I'm letting animals out Jumanji nigga

I let, lions out the motherfuckin' board game
You got monopoly money, boy your life's a board game
I got thotty money, but these hoes get nothing
Set to set, dick to dick, these hoes be fucking
Riding in the M6 bitch thats I8 cousin
High speed chase from the cops, and now they hunting
Make his ass, fumble the ball, now they punting
Imma make it fair and catch the gang, now they running
Tadoe be my running back, he run that shit to the hundred
I got hoes up in Paris, I got bitches in London
I could have a billion dollars, still gotta get me some money
If you a opp caught in the burbs, we leave your shit in the hundreds
Come like a hot wheel, bitch it's a hot car
I'm riding fast in this bitch, going to get my thot
Like I'm in New York pull up on you, give my block
You can't serve here no more, get the bricks, kick rocks

I roll up flexing, rest in peace niggas
Everyday is halloween, trick or treat niggas
I got the loud pack for the sleep niggas
Roll up, get throwed, Bun B niggas
These niggas trynna see how I don't see niggas
Cuz when I look in the mirror I see me nigga
Like the aliens you better come in peace nigga
Or I'm letting animals out Jumanji nigga

I got the hood bitch I'm no fuckin' board game
I'm Yahtzee with the dice, how I up and roll them
Sosa let me hold some, boy your holdin'
Hold on sit tight, I gotta let my hoe in
Walk up in the party, see my shit swollen
I'm talking bout my pockets, this shit ain't folding
This niggas to dim, these niggas ain't gloin
Throwin' money in the club, bitch, rain coated
She say she like her strawberry chocolate coated
I'm ridin' passed the boarder eating guacamole
Alfredo, nigga fuck your [?]
He throwing signs up, like Chief So you gots to notice
I'm Stevie Wonder to the bullshit, with some keys
Since I'm running for the mayor, bitch I get the keys
To the city, bitch I'm pullin' up, with the Ps
Big joints size my feet, smoking Christmas trees (Bang [x4])

I roll up flexing, rest in peace niggas
Everyday is halloween, trick or treat niggas
I got the loud pack for the sleep niggas
Roll up, get throwed, Bun B niggas
These niggas trynna see how I don't see niggas
Cuz when I look in the mirror I see me nigga
Like the aliens you better come in peace nigga
Or I'm letting animals out Jumanji nigga

 

[fox69]

"Just In Case"
(feat. Gino)

"Just In Case"
(feat. Gino)



[Hook: Chief Keef]
We gorillas out here, apes
Put guns to your face
We keep 30s in them clips
Shoot a movie just in case
In an all black suit, put his ass in the case
Ya'll boys be smoking mild, what we smoke is grade A
L's up, everyday, 2-4 just in case
What I'm gonna do today, shoot a nigga in his face
Guns filled to the max
I know you feel the bass
And I don't wanna feel my face, pop a pill just in case

[Verse 1 - Chief Keef:]
So much loud to the head that I can't feel my face
30 bullets in the clip, you know they can get replaced
Gorilla, I'm an ape
Bullets burn just like mace
Hit the boy, pull that cake
Don't get shot in the face
If you run, bullets chase
Make his ass shake
And we 300 deep with them L's in your face
The guns we be packin'
Don't get caught lackin'
I don't see you in these streets, Imma catch your ass in traffic
Bitch, I'm a savage
I'll rob who's living lavish
Like d-heads to that dope
For that kush, I'm an addict
No pops so I'm a bastard
Getting money, watch me master it
If you an op, fuck the cops
We'll leave your ass Casper

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Gino Marley:]
Yeah that Ruger I be clappin'
And I'm all about the action
Pistol toting is a habit
I'm a get money fanatic
And the shit all through the world so you know I gotta have it
Bout that bag, bout that cash
Loud smoke cause I'm an addict
Keep the coke up in the attic
Got the 30 out in traffic
Bout to bang, I let them have it
I'm not with the lackin'
No slackin', no cappin'
In the field we play for keeps
Straight grind, no sleep
We been at this shit for weeks
Out lurking, staining geeks
And the money is a must, so it's a must that I eat
And the guys do the same so we just have a feast
In the belly of the beast
And the rules M.O.E.: Money Over Everything

[Hook]