Chief Keef

[fox69]

"Loose"
(feat. Lil Reese)

"Loose"
(feat. Lil Reese)



[Chief Keef:]
I'm toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don't know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I'm getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It's the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don't make me let 'em loose, nigga

I'm here to bring my dawgs out the cut with them sticks
I might just pop out the cut with your bitch
I'm up in the club, in the cut with the shits
Rolling whole pounds and I'm pouring whole bricks
I can't talk to you, pussy boy, you's a Narc
Think that you a shark, hit your ass with a dart
Hop up in this foreign, hit your ass with the car
Thinking that you cold, put this heat to your heart
I got King Kong in my blunt
I got Donkey Kong in the trunk
I got Caesar in my backpack
Up this bitch and go grrah

I'm toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don't know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I'm getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It's the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don't make me let 'em loose, nigga

[Lil Reeese:]
I love all my dawgs, GBE, bitch, that's the clique
Hop out with that choppa, bitch, you swear I'm with the shits
Niggas flexing, man, they ain't on shit
Ask that nigga, man, I been to fuck his bitch
If you knew better, you would do better 'cause it ain't shit
Niggas tweaking, man, we hit 'em in they shit
Word around the town he run his mouth just like a bitch
(What he is then?) I guess that nigga is a bitch
Better not compare me to him, that nigga ain't on shit
Same nigga, I've been with the shit
I can't switch up, I know what I'm in for with the shit
Excuse all my niggas 'cause all they love is shooting shit

[Chief Keef:]
I'm toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don't know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I'm getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It's the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don't make me let 'em loose, nigga

Who that in the cut? Them my motherfucking dawgs
Hide your credit cards 'cause these niggas fucking frauds
Pussy, go and leap if you feeling like a frog
Cops pull me over, car looking like it's [?]
Walk up to the stage and I'm feeling like a champ
No USPS but I'll get any nigga stamped
I'm all about my motherfucking wheat like some Timbs
Disrespect then you get beat like an amp
I got Barney up in my cup
I'm a boss without the tux
I got some dawgs and I let 'em loose
Where the man? I gotta set some rules

I'm toting a big ass bone crusher
Excuse him, he don't know better
Now watch him go through your leather
Like click-clack, we on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I'm getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It's the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don't make me let 'em loose, nigga

Bone crusher
He don't know better
Go through your leather
If you knew better
I'm getting money now
Who that in the cut? It's the crew, nigga
They my dawgs, boy, don't make me let 'em loose, nigga

 

[fox69]

"Louie Bag"

"Louie Bag"


I got lots of cash in this Louie bag
I got pistols in this Gucci bag
I can't trust a sheriff they fuck you for a Gucci bag
Fuck that shit I spent 3, 000 on a Louie bag
Why bitch? Cause I get that Louie cash
Don't make me up this pistol out this Louie bag
And get blood on my Louie bag
I'm shooting slugs out this Louie bag
Bitch, I ain't no postman I'm the movie man
Got clips like the movie man
Come through niggas moving man
We ain't Foe nem we shooting man
At your top
Shooting up out the tee top
Coming through your block gratata
With the choppa waka flocka
You was gambling with your life, pay me back
If that nigga owe me he gon pay me back
Pull up in the foreign
All the bad bitches going
Where we going, bitch we touring
Prolly won't be back till the morning, or next year
Gotta get some gifts
Gotta get 160 mil
I got lots of cash in this Louie bag
I got pistols in this Gucci bag
I can't trust a sheriff they fuck you for a Gucci bag
Fuck that shit I spent 3, 000 on a Louie bag
Why bitch? Cause I get that Louie cash
Don't make me up this pistol out this Louie bag
And get blood on my Louie bag
I'm shooting slugs out this Louie bag

 

[fox69]

"Love No Thotties"

"Love No Thotties"


[Chief Keef on phone talking to a girl till' end of the song:]
[Verse 1]
These bitches act local and think global
Never seen a 100 thousand, well let me show you
What you want to drink, I know you hate being sober
And I know all these niggas hate Chief Sosa
I'm cruising in my 'Rari with my Louie loafers
Bitch I'm a Rastafari, I'm a toolie toter
Wish a nigga would try to screw me over
Now I got blood on my Louie loafers
I wear thousand dollar belts cause I'mma rich nigga
Nina like to bust a bitch the way she hit niggas
Shoes cost a bunch of shit, look at my kicks nigga
Could of bought a ass for my bitch nigga
I'm off this Activis, it got me leanin' over
I poured up 4 of Purp in some Peach soda
Your boyfriend a opp, I'mma Nina blow him
You was on the phone with him, sucking my dick, he ain't even know it
[Hook 1]
I ain't even try to
You wanna Glo up, baby Keef got you
You's a gold bottle, these hoes pink Moscato
Baby I'm the owner, you can be my castle
Baby cause I like you
Only reason I text you and why I Skype you
I just wanna fuck all you, I don't wanna wife you
But you gotta brush your teeth and do what I say do
[Verse 2]
Bitch can you hear me?
Keep your pussy in par, no 360
That boy said he getting gwuap, no he didn't
Almighty Sosa his complete mission
I'm nowhere around you
I'm high of this earth, I can't come back down to
Baby this is a song, I just thought I tell you
I would send you off but I don't wanna mail you
I don't wanna smell you
Cause I'mma cut you off, quicker than I met you
I'ma swipe your name up off my schedule
And if smoke this blunt, girl, I'm gone forget you
[Hook 2]
I ain't even playing though
I make bitches fly like Peter Pan do
That's why I just ask you
You's a alcoholic, I ain't got no time for you
Is you off the molly
If I book your flight, is you gonna top me
Okay you got me
I don't love no thotties

 

[fox69]

"Love Sosa"

"Love Sosa"


Fuckers in school were telling me, always in the barber shop
"Chief Keef ain't bout this, Chief Keef ain't bout that"
My boy a BD on fucking Lamron and them
He, he they say that nigga don't be putting in no work
Shut the fuck up!
Y'all niggas ain't know shit, all ya motherfuckers talk about
"Chief Keef ain't no hitta, Chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef a fake"
Shut the fuck up!
Y'all don't live with that nigga
Y'all know that nigga got caught with a ratchet shootin' at the police and shit
Nigga been on probation since fuckin', I don't know when!
Motherfuckers stop fuckin' playin' him like that!
Them niggas savages out there
If I catch another motherfucker talking sweet about Chief Keef I'm fucking beating they ass!
I'm not fucking playing no more, you know those niggas role with Lil' Reese and them
Love Sosa
Love Sosa
Wait wait wait
God ya'll some broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
These bitches love Sosa
O End or no end
Fucking with them O boys
You gon' get fucked over
Raris and Rovers
These hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that cobra
Now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa
You boys ain't making no noise
Ya'll know I'm a grown boy
Your clique full of broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
We GBE dope boys
We got lots of dough boy
These bitches love Sosa
And they love them Glo' Boys
Know we from the 'Go boy
But we cannot go boy
No I don't know old boy
I know he's a broke boy
Raris and Rovers
Convertible Lambos boy
You know I got bands boy
And it's in my pants boy
Disrespect them O Boys
You won't speak again boy
Don't think that I'm playing boy
No we don't use hands boy
No we don't do friends boy
Collect bands I'm a land lord
I gets lotsa commas
I can fuck yo mama
I ain't with the drama
You can meet my llama
Riding with 3hunna
With 300 foreigns
These bitches see Chief Sosa
I swear to god they honored
These bitches love Sosa
O End or no end
Fucking with them O boys
You gon' get fucked over
Raris and Rovers
These hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that cobra
Now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa
You boys ain't making no noise
Ya'll know I'm a grown boy
Your clique full of broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
We GBE dope boys
We got lots of dough boy
Don't make me call D. Rose boy
He six double-o boy
And he keep that pole boy
You gon' get fucked over
Bitch I done sell soda
And I done sell coca
She gon' clap for Sosa
He gon' clap for Sosa
They do it for Sosa, them hoes they do it for Sosa
Tadoe off the Molly water
So nigga be cool like water
'Fore you get hit with this lava
Bitch I'm the trending topic
Don't care no price I'll cop it b
And yo bitch steady jockin' me
These bitches love Sosa
O End or no end
Fucking with them O boys
You gon' get fucked over
Raris and Rovers
These hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that cobra
Now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa
You boys ain't making no noise
Ya'll know I'm a grown boy
Your clique full of broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
We GBE dope boys
We got lots of dough boy

 

[fox69]

"Lucky Bastard"

"Lucky Bastard"


Bang baaaaannng
Ha ha ha, I know man I'm just tweaking
Bitch let's have a chopper party
Bang bang bang kamikaze
[Hook:]
Bitch let's have a chopper party
It's a movie and them choppers staring
Produced by Uzi and them Glocks and Carbons
Bang Bang, kamikaze
I bought a watch it cost a Maserati
I bought a car it cost a fucking mansion
It go skrrt skrrt and it scuff the driveway
I'm a young rich lucky bastard
Baby I ain't have no father
I only had my mother
They say that mothers raise soldiers
Well my momma raised Almighty
Remember when I was best friends with Byron
Now I'm best friends with Ben Franklin
I know you see my wrist dancing
Turn off the lights, now my wrist complaining
My choppa got tourettes
It's steady screaming out this and that
Shooting for your neck and your head
Like, who next?
[Hook]
You know I'm always glowing
I even got my bitch glowing
She ain't getting no cash, doughing
That bitch just got IG famous on em
I had my choppa snoring
Now you got my choppa roaring
Try to drive-by, that shit not so smart and
Now my niggas shot up your car and
Now you got your face on a carton
And now your name is your block and
I got all my ice, I won't tuck it
Niggas don't wanna get killed in public
Like, welcome to the opera
Meet Ms. Choppper-a
If you got a fucking problem with us
She gone chop you up
Im still bussing like a Dillinger, but I'm on my childish stuff
They be cuffing like a officer, Chief Keef won't lock you up
Cause who gone hold me down? my chopper
Baby I'm still running from them coppers
I'm still screaming fuck the oppers
Spot 'em got 'em then I drop 'em
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Mac 10"

"Mac 10"


I just had a conversation with my old hoe
She say she don't like me no more
Cause I be getting dough
And too busy touring fucking on hoes
Pull up on my next bitch with my ex bitch
Pull up on your block it's going down like Tetris
Pull up throwing cash and shit at my old bitch wedding
Pull up on a opp like say hello to my Mac 10

Give a nigga ass a little 3 p, smoke and get head by Keke
She say she wanna be with me but I'm a roll one and leave me
Fucking on all the thots see who next on my freak sheet
Pulling on all the opps see who next on my heat sheet
30 bullets and 16 ounces in this pt
Put the money in the money counter that bitch go Fffffff beep beep
And that bitch top so good I swear that I went Oghhhh skeet skeet
Then I met the plug pulled off with my drugs beep beep
Lucky I ain't rob his ass
Glogang gang ain't mob his ass
Knife on the AK then stab his ass
Batman and Robbin his ass
But he stay playing games like he the Joker
Send my young niggas through to smoke him
Niggas steady talm bout drill
Don't get killed over my mil's
I'm off a pill pipe in my wheel
Pull your ass now sprite rockin tilt
That's why my bitch say she don't like me
She say you always in the streets while I'm sleep
Bitch you ain my momma bitch you ain't birth me
But answer this did I leave 30 G's in my jeans
Niggas think we beef cause of my tweet
No, it's just red tape on your street
No peach tree, she thought it was sweet
Shouldn't be sneak dissin bitches bout me

I just had a conversation with my old hoe
She say she don't like me no more
Cause I be getting dough
And too busy touring fucking on hoes
Pull up on my next bitch with my ex bitch
Pull up on your block it's going down like Tetris
Pull up throwing cash and shit at my old bitch wedding
Pull up on a opp like say hello to my Mac 10

 

[fox69]

"Macaroni Time"

"Macaroni Time"


Macaroni time
She say she like my car, forgis ride
Seen me with tha stars now she wanna know me now
Unh-unh cause I told her now I'm actin' phony now
Buck buck for nigga think it's macaroni time
[Hook:]
She say she like my car and she like how my forgis ride
She seen me with them stars now she wanna know me now
Unh-unh cause I'm Tony now I'm actin' phony now
Buck buck for a nigga think its macaroni time
Couple bucks for these bitches, let me slap them on they ass
Tough luck for these niggas think they next I'm on they ass
So what I walk in court smelling like packs? I got them bands
Glo boys that's what almighty Sosa got them sayin'
She wanna be a Glory girl but she don't like my Glory guys
I know this bitch a thot she wanna meet my momma now
But unh-unh I gotta QP of Earth rolling, let's get high
Light it up I guarantee that she will touch the sky
He say he gettin' money but I know that's a lie
I see 1s and 5s in your bankroll right now
But unh-unh you ain't flexin' boy you need some exercise
You cuttin' up you need some GBE lessons now
I hear these niggas flexin' sayin' they know the Glory gang
How you know us if we don't know your name?
Unh-unh just bought a pint I'm leanin right now
Dumb fuck just popped a flat, I'm beamin' right now
Unh-unh I feel like catchin' a homi right now
No love - I see a opp I'm droppin' him right now
She let me fuck then I'm droppin her' right now
I'mma hop up in my 'rari top, I'm dropping it right now
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Macaroni Time Remix"

"Macaroni Time Remix"


Say she like my car
Seen me with the stars
Un un
Buck buck
Huh
Phew, Bang
With the stars, now she wanna now me now

She say she like my car, she like how my Forgis ride
She seen me with the stars, now she wanna know me now
Un un, bitch I told you now I'm acting phony now
Buck buck for these niggas, think it's macaroni time
Couple bucks for these bitches, let me slap them on they ass
Tough luck for these niggas, think they next I'm on they ass
So what? Walk in court smelling like pack, I got them bands
Glo boys, that's what Almighty Sosa got them saying

I'm cooling around Japan
Or I'm cooling in Benihanas, man
Eating macaroni, man
Cause I'm allergic to lobsters, man
I got macaroni cheese
Macaroni tote fifty
Let a nigga say he want the beef
Got loony niggas with me, give them Macs, they blow for me
Coolin' overseas, smoking trees
My niggas in the streets, smoking G's
I don't know anything, you po-police
But this weed and this dirty Sprite on me
That bitch got a ass, she eat a lot of bread and macaroni
When she threw it back I was like holy matrimony
Cooling with the owner of the club, baby girl I got my 40 and
Pull up in the macaroni Beamer on macaroni rims, rim
I swear I'm ballin like Kobe, I am
High off this earth, you know I am
Get the MAC out the back of this all black truck and go macaroni, I am
These niggas ain't going loony, I am
Tell the cash giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, treat it like a little pony, I am
Kay Kay like it so buy a lot of macaroni, I am
Flexing on my opponents, I am
Eating all this macaroni in here

She say she like my car, she like how my Forgis ride
She seen me with the stars, now she wanna know me now
Un un, bitch I told you now I'm acting phony now
Buck buck for these niggas, think it's macaroni time
Couple bucks for these bitches, let me slap them on they ass
Tough luck for these niggas, think they next I'm on they ass
So what? Walk in court smelling like pack, I got them bands
Glo boys, that's what Almighty Sosa got them saying

 

[fox69]

"Mailbox"

"Mailbox"


No I can't come down, bitch I'm too turnt up
Judge gon give me life, Foreign door Murders
Sitting at a red light, pourin' this purp up
See this LV on my boxers, Why I'm lifting my shirt up
Cops try to search us, hoes tryna twerk us
Walk in with all this ice, Did it on purpose
Got spikes like red hot, need to keep ya tail tucked
Have folks nem deliver this to you, put it in ya mailbox
Niggas be really knowin', bitches be really goin
Look up and the ceiling gone, that ass I'm feelin' on
Need a Christina Milian, I could pop me a wheelie on
Bout to go get some more chains
Like I ain't got enough jewelry on
Went to the trap last night, and I looked up it was dawn
Got a U-Haul backing in, with equipment & more laundry
You know we ain't really for none, All I know is get paper
I know killas and they owe me big favors, Bitches XO me like Weeknd
I'm somewhere out eating, stay yo ass in 2 feet
Or go yo ass on the deep end, someone hand me a ashtray
That's my boys who passed away, keep my mouth laminated
Till the day I'm eliminated
No I can't come down, bitch I'm too turnt up
Judge gon give me life, Foreign door Murders
Sitting at a red light, pourin' this purp up
See this LV on my boxers, Why I'm lifting my shirt up
Cops try to search us, hoes tryna twerk us
Walk in with all this ice, Did it on purpose
Got spikes like red hot, need to keep ya tail tucked
Have folks nem deliver this to you, put it in ya mailbox
What's yo address nigga? Where you live at nigga?
We ain't tryna hear that nigga, you know I'm a real ass nigga
Know I gotta get cash nigga, You know I want it real bad nigga
My young niggas run down on you, treat you like a lil ass nigga
Bitches see the ice, they see the cars, they see the Benz they in the mood
They get in, into the spot, that's where the cars gon' take us to
I need top, I told them bitches that like it was breaking news
And you know I be about my chicken, bitch no Ramen noodles
Jail cell not even bigger than my pantry
We can't leave no trace I guess them gloves come in handy
It's lovely now, bitches be loving me now aye, had the bitch suckin me up
She might end up shutting me down aye
No I can't come down, bitch I'm too turnt up
Judge gon give me life, Foreign door Murders
Sitting at a red light, pourin' this purp up
See this LV on my boxers, Why I'm lifting my shirt up
Cops try to search us, hoes tryna twerk us
Walk in with all this ice, Did it on purpose
Got spikes like red hot, need to keep ya tail tucked
Have folks nem deliver this to you, put it in ya mailbox

 

[fox69]

"Make It Count"

"Make It Count"


[Hook:]
Niggas ain't on piss, niggas ain't on shit
I just bought a 40 cause there ain't no kick
Got a 30 in it I'ma make it spit
I'm gon' make it count, bitch I'm spraying shit
I'ma count this money while I take a shit
I'ma spray that dummy if he try to take my shit
A situation is what all you make of it
Well I'ma make these pistols get to saying shit

I got old guns on that cranky shit
I got new guns can't wait to spray that shit
I swear my Mac be on some player shit
But don't make them get to spraying shit
Smoking Tooka like a hookah
Run up on me I'ma shoot ya
No Versace Medusa
1400 for this belt like booyah
Diamonds on my neck like tumors
Hurting my damn neck like ooh ah
Ben Franklin in my pocket
Try to take it put your ass on the front of New York Times
Can't see me boy cause you are, blind
You say you getting money
You are, lying
Got a car 'round my neck now who wanna, drive

[Hook]

Posted up on frontstreet
Selling dope up out my grandma house
No I can't have no company
Unless you tryna sell dope up out it
Ain't no security with me
It's just me and 40 and Johnson
And I can't trust niggas
So I went and bought me a fucking golden choppa
That bitch got tourettes
She be screaming out shit like "shit"
Bitch, fuck niggas
We don't fuck with fuck niggas
Coming out the cut, when you see us, duck nigga
Coming strong nigga
Smoking on that fucking strong nigga
Bitch I got my arm nigga
Armed gun and my own alarm nigga
I'm my own man I'm standing strong nigga
Try me you won't be going home nigga
Kushy Kushy, my cologne nigga
Walk to court they like "you smell like strong nigga"
Glo Gang shit that's what I'm on nigga
You a opposite you meet my horn nigga
We don't mean peace we mean war nigga
Shoot your ass, you and your boys nigga
And I still believe in god nigga
But I don't believe in frauds nigga
I'm a Glo Man so why would I shiver
Up this 4-5 get to porcupine them niggas