Chief Keef

[fox69]

"Outerspace Glo"

"Outerspace Glo"


[Hook:]
Bang, bang, bang
Aye, aye aye, aye
[Verse 1:]
My diamonds are floating
Look like slow motion
Boy you a strudel, pull up and toast you
Hit you in yo noodle, don't think I am boasting
You must not be eating if you think I am hungry
Slide down to Curry, got Pirelli on the tires
Try to slide down our block then you really gonna die
How I'm flexing on these niggas, yeah they really wanna cry
How I'm flexing on these niggas, yeah they really wanna die
Make me hit yo monkey ass with a arrow in the eye
Tryna run off on the plug, nigga fuck you think you Plies?
He got hit three times, I'm like aye homie, you ight?
Fuck I'm thinking, man I'm high as fuck, that boy can't reply
I took my AK, Lil Jon to the movie night
I call up Jon cause his ass be crunk like the movie Rize
I'm so glo'd, I'm so fucking glo'd I need a movie, right?
I call Quentin Terintino like aye name my movie like...
[Hook:]
This that outer space glo, I wear outer space clothes
Tell me who really in, who yo hoe go out her way for
This that Saturn dope, I get Saturn hoes
When you get some money you should fuck some badder hoes
[Verse 2:]
I'm sitting on Mars, smoking with Pluto
Yo hoe call my phone, she like aye papi chulo
I don't really want none cause she probably call me fu though
Let my four door catch you, he gone knockout yo two door
I'm like burr burr burr burr burr, free Wop
I'm like fugh fugh fugh fugh fugh, free shots
I'm like hugh hugh hugh hugh hugh, free Guwop
I'm like skrr skrr skrr skrr skrr, free top
Give me a 50 cal. and I am gon' go ham
You gotta high point, what you think that shit ain't Gucci
Man, you's a dead boy, I bring with me the morgue
Naw, I ain't tryna race but I bring with me the tour
How I mix the drank up, I coulda been a scientist
If my momma ain't raise me, coulda been a lying bitch
Boy you not a scientist, boy yo ass scien-fishy
Shoulda sneak dissed yourself, why you out here buying bitches
In the mall with that chicken, I'm Balmaining in my religion
And my Balmains real, thousands on 'em, thousands in 'em
They be like Chief So he steady pounding on 'em, God forgive him
He got the devil hanging with him, that's why God not rocking with him
I treat my ten band four-wheeler like a Kawasaki
Take a step in my backyard, it's feeling like I'm in Hawaii
I'm smoking on this Tooka, that shit have me right
It got me looking alien, shrimp fried rice

 

[fox69]

"Paper"
(feat. Gucci Mane)

"Paper"
(feat. Gucci Mane)



[Gucci Mane:]
I ain't really havin' no paper problems
Man I'm just tryna get paper
That young nigga that got a paper problem
He can't get to no paper
I ain't never had no paper problems
Nigga I been gettin' paper
That young nigga got a paper problem
Cause he never had no paper, paper, paper
Paper, man I got so much paper
Don't smoke my weed in papers
Don't buy blunts that got flavors, nah

[Gucci Mane:]
I just touched down in Jamaica, I'ma try to smoke two acres
Send a nigga to his maker, be cheaper to cremate ya
Fuck the nigga and the bitch that made ya
You ain't really doing that major
Gotta eat for the water extendo, like bally bally water
Big timer, timer, timer got a timepiece full of diamonds
Sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle, got your girl gone off that Molly
Ballin' in the VI-, don't I look so icy
I need to go to rehab, addicted to Ferrari's
My Royce go rollin' like brrrrr nigga
My yellow go rollin', brrrrr, brrrrr, nigga
I concur that you're not real nigga
So man I don't even wanna deal wit ya
And the niggas that you with is some bitch niggas
Cause they know you lame and they still with ya
One to get ya then I'm comin' to get ya
When I shoot nigga it ain’t hard to hit ya nigga

[Gucci Mane:]
I ain't really havin' no paper problems
Man I'm just tryna get paper
That young nigga that got a paper problem
He can't get to no paper
I ain't never had no paper problems
Nigga I been gettin' paper
That young nigga got a paper problem
Cause he never had no paper, paper, paper
Paper, man I got so much paper
Don't smoke my weed in papers
Don't buy blunts that got flavors, nah
Paper, paper, man I got so much paper
That young nigga got a paper problem
Cause he ain't never had no paper, paper, paper

[Chief Keef:]
They like Sosa, why you runnin' thru 100 thousand?
I ain't never had no paper
I ain't 'Wop, I ain't Jay, but I was making 500 every day
Make One Call Send A Stain That’s Caper Problem
Caper Gone Pull That K
Run in your house, where your safe
Anything to get that cake
In the club wilin'
Make it rain in this bitch cause it's hot and bitches crawlin'
Let a nigga try me
Fuck around, fuck around, fuck around, fuck around
And meet his daddy
Smokin' on a fattie
And my pocket is a fattie
All I fuck with is fatties
Boy hope you ready
Coming real hard like the G that's after the 'a'in spaghetti
I'm wearin' lunatics, I don't do Nelly
Hey, I'm rolling and I don't know Kelly
Racks up in my jeans and I don't know Billie
Walked up in saks, throwin' up racks, they smell me

[Gucci Mane:]
I ain't really havin' no paper problems
Man I'm just tryna get paper
That young nigga that got a paper problem
He can't get to no paper
I ain't never had no paper problems
Nigga I been gettin' paper
That young nigga got a paper problem
Cause he never had no paper, paper, paper
Paper, man I got so much paper
Don't smoke my weed in papers
Don't buy blunts that got flavors, nah
Paper, paper, man I got so much paper
That young nigga got a paper problem
Cause he ain't never had no paper, paper, paper

 

[fox69]

"Pardon Em"

"Pardon Em"


Taxing all these niggas, Uncle Sam
My forty fell down my pants, pardon him
Is that Superman? I thought it was him
Riding in foreigns

Taxing all these niggas, Uncle Sam
My forty fell down my pants, pardon him
Is that Superman? I thought it was him
Riding in a fucking foreign, Rarri and dem
I'd be getting some money if I was dem
These niggas ain't getting no money, pardon dem
She ride me like a psycho, Harley and dem
Who shooting them pipes up? All of dem

I be getting high like Molly and dem
Bitch, I'm cooling with my shawty and dem
Bitch, I'm cooling with my partner and dem
When they see that opp, bet they shot at him
They was off the drugs, pardon dem
I was toting slugs, pardon dem
Until them bitches 'came a part of him
His chest, his face, every part of him
I don't really know, monday I'm popping dem
I only knew my fucking momma and dem
Snakes in the grass, it's a lot of dem
I be getting up off my ass just to watch for dem

Taxing all these niggas, Uncle Sam
My forty fell down my pants, pardon him
Is that Superman? I thought it was him
Riding in a fucking foreign, Rarri and dem
I'd be getting some money if I was dem
These niggas ain't getting no money, pardon dem
She ride me like a psycho, Harley and dem
Who shooting them pipes for? All of dem

Shoes on my feet, I don't know what the fuck they cost
But I know how much the fuck they cost
They cost fifteen hundred dollars
Remeber when I couldn't get a dollar
I had to make a fuck nigga holla
Pistol to his fucking school and daughter
Put this pistol to his fucking mother
Told his mama "your son got my cheddar"
I don't wanna have to use my Beretta
My Beretta go through your damn leather
Boy, you better have a teflon
Taxing all these niggas, Uncle Sam
Sosa, Sammy Sosa, I be him
I hit a homerun after party with him
Come through shooting up your party and dem
Catch you in the lobby, you get lobby left
I don't give a fuck, bitch I am a fe-lo-ny
Now this felony get cheese
This felony got bitches on they knees, making them bleed
Counting this cheese, counting them G's, nigga
I don't fuck with police, nigga
Up this mothafucka, I'm like "freeze nigga, freeze nigga"

Taxing all these niggas, Uncle Sam
My forty fell down my pants, pardon him
Is that Superman? I thought it was him
Riding in a fucking foreign, Rarri and dem
I'd be getting some money if I was dem
These niggas ain't getting no money, pardon dem
She ride me like a psycho, Harley and dem
Who shooting them pipes for? All of dem

 

[fox69]

"Pee Pee'd"

"Pee Pee'd"


[Hook:]
I put ice all on my body, I put money all in my pocket
I put square feet all in my house, got no reason to be rowdy
Keep all them squares from round me, Master P boy is you bout it
Roll past, came back around, they like Chief Sosa you clowning
Eat all the green it's so clean hoes think we downy
I'm flexing like I'm Popeye, Krusty keep me clowning
Ay, I'm so damn ignorant I pulled out my ding-a-ling and start pee peeing
My wrist look like pee
My name is Keef
Roll it up and chief the weed
I'm so high I don't know my damn A-B-C's
Count it out like one two three
Four five six no these not G's
These hundred thousands bitch it's legal
Now my doors go up I remember stealing regals
I'm counting cash no I'm not sleeping
I ain't sleeping till two weeks from next week
This hoe gone fuck me cause my tweet
And I only tweeted if she wife she get a treat
[Hook:]
I put ice all on my body, I put money all in my pocket
I put square feet all in my house, got no reason to be rowdy
Keep all them squares from round me, Master P boy is you bout it
Roll past, came back around, they like Chief Sosa you clowning
Eat all the green it's so clean hoes think we downy
I'm flexing like I'm Popeye, Krusty keep me clowning
Ay, I'm so damn ignorant I pulled out my ding-a-ling and start pee peeing
I pulled out my dick and I pee'd
In public, I don't care no fuck who sees
My watch blinging it is freezing
Its the reason why I ain't hiding this heater
I put the money with the money let it sing
Sosa T-Pain let me buy you a drink
I ain't got to talk I hit her with that wink
Then she start telling me her favorite color's pink
When I was young my mom told me to go hard
Now I am dancing with the stars
I bought a lion then I turned it to a rug
I bought a bear and I mixed it with some fox
It's the reason why my leather is so soft
I got python all up on my drawers
I got satin all on my fucking sheets
Diamonds in my Glo man no Jesus piece
[Hook:]
I put ice all on my body, I put money all in my pocket
I put square feet all in my house, got no reason to be rowdy
Keep all them squares from round me, Master P boy is you bout it
Roll past, came back around, they like Chief Sosa you clowning
Eat all the green it's so clean hoes think we downy
I'm flexing like I'm Popeye, Krusty keep me clowning
Ay, I'm so damn ignorant I pulled out my ding-a-ling and start pee peeing

 

[fox69]

"Phone"

"Phone"


I'm double in it
No sleep in bout a week
Your thottie to my house, she's bout to freak
Bout to freak, bout to freak
I ain't have no sleep in bout a week
Just got your thottie to my house shes bout to freak
Geek
Beep

I ain't have no sleep in bout a week
Just got your thottie to my house shes bout to freak
I'm fucking with whoever ride with me
Is you gon blow your pistol boy we's bout to see
I don't owe you boy I got here on my own
Back in them days I was out here on my own
Now these boys don't like I'm on the throne
Ain't no peace treaties boy don't call my phone

Smookin on Tooka with my click clack fuck the chi-chat
Fuck nigga you better get back before your ass get whacked
Niggas all about that chi-chat over that iner-net
I ain't with that damn chi-chat on that iner-net
Blammin at these fuck niggas like "Bow, Bow, Bang"
And I got them damn wow-wow's in my chain
And I got them damn wow-wow's in my earrings
Finna get them damn wow-wow's on some rings
Put some wow-wow's on that range
Put some wow-wow-wow's on that motherfucking beamer
Hoes say I talk like I'm from Ala-Bama
Nah bitch this ain't country grammer

Jackson just like Samuel
Did you read the motherfucking manual
Lemme check my schedule
Choppa go dududuh let go

I ain't have no sleep in bout a week
Just got your thottie to my house shes bout to freak
I'm fucking with whoever ride with me
Is you gon blow your pistol boy we's bout to see
I don't owe you boy I got here on my own
Back in them days I was out here on my own
Now these boys don't like I'm on the throne
Ain't no peace treaties boy don't call my phone

 

[fox69]

"Pick One"

"Pick One"


[Hook:]
Remember posted on the block ready for the war
Running up a house and straight kick in door
Posted on the front right on Grenshaw
On Indian toting big guns
When I come through, Hut! attention
Niggas full of hate they full of tension
Come through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 guns
Dead or in jail nigga pick one

Your drawers got lit on it, talking money I been on ya
Don't make me up this fif on ya, give your ass a 51
I be smoking 91, you be smokin' 61
You only smoke that 87, you be smokin' that shitty stuff
I be smoking that 93, think I was born in 93
Ben Frank said he was having dinner, he called me and invited me
Cops got pictures of me selling dope, they call me and indicted me
I don’t even like to talk but my money it like to speak
You got 15 for a V shit that's aight with me
But I gotta call you back cause your verse price was beat
On the block it was me, white, pipes and weed
Let an opp pull up, I'ma get the strikey things

[Hook:]
Remember posted on the block ready for the war
Running up a house and straight kick in door
Posted on the front right on Grenshaw
On Indian toting big guns
When I come through, Hut! attention
Niggas full of hate they full of tension
Come through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 guns
Dead or in jail nigga pick one

Dead or in jail nigga pick one
Heaven or in hell a nigga in one
I don't play ball I cross the N1
Shot the 3s, we street ballers, dunk a damn point
I'm rolling up backwoods fuck your damn joint
I don't like them swishers they don't feel right
You feel like ballin', feel like stallin', what you feel like
I ain't can't get right, I'm Mr. Get Right
I'm riding with that missile I won't miss you, I'm gonna hit you
Wassup to the bay, wassup South Central
Wassup to L.A, I'm some Chiraq ass nigga
I still be in my ways, I be totin' my pistol

[Hook:]
Remember posted on the block ready for the war
Running up a house and straight kick in door
Posted on the front right on Grenshaw
On Indian toting big guns
When I come through, Hut! attention
Niggas full of hate they full of tension
Come through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 guns
Dead or in jail nigga pick one

 

[fox69]

"Pit Stop"

"Pit Stop"


[Hook:]
I just get the money then I run with that
Run with that shit like a running back
When I catch a thot, boy I'm fuckin' that
I hit it from the back and from the side
Bitch I get top and I get guap
But that better be yo watch that don't tick tock
Pants saggin' cause in 'em is big knots
I pull up and I pull off like a pit stop

[Verse 1:]
Roll around town with my big Glock
Catch a opp, he gon' get his shit broken
In that red thang, they like "Who is that?"
Yeah bitch, I went and got my shit done
Pull up in that fire truck
In that fire truck that light you up
I'm upsettin' ya
I'm irregular, machete stuff
Money flyin' everywhere, confetti stuff
All I eat is green, bitch, veggie stuff
And I don't do that lessie stuff
I pull up in famous trucks

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Watch out, I'm 18 and I'm drivin' fast
Hop up in my car and then I dot a dash
I killed the dash, I drugged the dash
Bitch, whatchu mean I whipped the dash
I whip it like I'm whippin' work
My wrist look like I whip the work
Bitch you know I whip the work
I will show you how my pistol work
I felt the work and sent the work
Heavy nigga, show you how a center work
If it's bout that guap you know I'll get to work
They should've never gave a young nigga work

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Please"

"Please"


S-O-R-R-Y, the number 4, or F-O-R, W-E-I-G-H-T bitch

[Hook:]
Double cup me please
Your bitch hit me like "fuck me please"
She say she love me, she like "love me please"
My response was "suck me please"
Please, please, give me a lighter please
I just rolled a blunt, give me a fire please
Please, please, run up on me
I got 50 in the thing, won't hesitate to let it speak

[Verse 1:]
Choppa presidential, come through, give a speech
Gang on my fuckin' back, runnin' hurt my feet
Where the restroom, cause my chain gotta pee
Call my Sosa Wonder I'm gettin' money and I ain't gotta see
Still locked out, I ain't gotta leave
Bitch came gave me top now she gotta leave
My gun got no limit like I'm Master P
When you callin' my phone speakin' crazy cops tappin' me
Gotta be lowkey, cause the cops after me
Smokin' on the loudest weed, K-9 dogs after me
You say you gon' be at the top, ha, long after me
I'm Sorry 4 The Weight, I was somewhere chiefin' keef

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
This be that Sorry 4 The Weight
This be that sorry for my cake, He came threw sprayin'
This be that sorry for the day
Like I'm late, sorry for the delay
I'm smokin' tooka all to the face
You smokin' fooka, that shit so fake
You drinkin' fooka, that shit so fake
Drinkin' Quali, that be bad for your brain
Sneak dissin', that be bad for your health
Gettin' money, yeah thats rad for your health
I come through super ridin' cool with the whip
And I ain't bool wit y'all, I'm bool wit myself

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Police"

"Police"


Aye
I don't talk that much
I observe niggas, I read niggas
'Cause we...
Moms ain't like you if you was slow and...
She'd beat yo ass if you was slow
[?] mothafucking pillow

Don't let us catch you lacking, catch your ass in traffic
Shit is gon' get hectic, riding with that Mac-10
Woop, there go the police, act like you don't know me
Smoking 'til I OD, bankroll never folding
I done seen some bitches, pulled up then I get them
Tell them bitches get in, if you wanna fit in
Four thousand for this Moncler, I buy 20 a year
Don't give a fuck if the sun come, bitch I'm the sun's son

Something like a light pole, riding with my 'Sciples
Them Black Disciples, in case you ain't know
I ain't got no jet yet, finna go and get that
I buy it, I fit it, throws out, I shit it
Riding in the Range Rover, all I do is change clothes
All I do is change hoes, all I do is change bros
I can't have the same bros, niggas act like snake hoes
Bouncing like a kango, but they wanna hang tho

Don't let us catch you lacking, catch your ass in traffic
Shit is gon' get hectic, riding with that Mac-10
Woop, there go the police, act like you don't know me
Smoking 'til I OD, bankroll never folding
I done seen some bitches, pulled up then I get them
Tell them bitches get in, if you wanna fit in
Four thousand for this Moncler, I buy 20 a year
Don't give a fuck if the sun come, bitch I'm the sun's son

Riding up Lawrence, see it then I cop it
Pistol, I'ma flop it, fop it, pop it
Riding in a red truck, looking like a damn Blood
Suwu to them damn bloods, cause to them damn crips
My niggas coming doing hits, don't give no fuck 'bout no camera
When I look in the mirror, I see a rich nigga
Remember when I was broke on Front Street, selling D
And catching felonies, now I get paid to make melodies
Aye, still Dipset
Since 20-O-8
Now it's 2014
Bitch, and I get my own cake
Get my steak and I eat my own plate
I smoke my own blunts
I blow my own gun
I run my whole clique, nigga
And I'm the youngest nigga
I got the mothafucking largest check
I got the fucking finest bitch
Ball got some fine bitches too
Ball got some dime bitches too
Me and Bally Ball riding in Lambo
Lambo like 'ello
Like shawty 'ello
Done it all, bitch, I'm mellow
Pull strings like a chello
I ain't blue bitch I'm yellow
'Bout my green mothafucker, bitch I'm ghetto
You ain't talking green don't call my cello
'Bout green then I push it to the metal
Then I roll me a 'rello

 

[fox69]

"Psych Ward"

"Psych Ward"


[Hook:]
Psych Ward
In'm with the Psych Ward
I be coolin' in a Psych Ward
I got some niggas in the Psych Ward
And they be totin' rifles
We tote 40s with the 30s, piped up
Make them pipes bite y'all
You gon' need insurance, Geico, aye

In a Psych Ward you see
A bunch of crazy muthafuckas
Go on Glo Gang territory, you'll see
A bunch of anti-380 muthafuckas
And they gon' blast
They ain't gon' let yo ass get past
And they gon' hop up in 'them cars and do the dash
Like I taught 'em
Bitch, I'm Almighty Sosa
Bitch, you can call me Almighty Sosa
Cuz I get cheese
My niggas in the streets droppin' G's
The only grand that I like is Ben Franklin, broccoli and cheese
And I'm crazy like they want me to be

[Hook]

Bitch you crazy
I make bitches go insane, aye
My wrist look crazy
And my necklace go insane, aye
My earrings crazy
Don't make this pistol go insane
Tryna to rob Almighty mane
Don't ever tell Almighty what Almighty can't
I'm always glo'in, I blocked the ring
And Cinderella is my choppa name
She be cleanin' shit up like my maid
And she very mighty like my name

I be coolin' in a Psych Ward
Aye, I got some niggas in the Psych Ward
Bitch, we got pistols, what we fightin' for?
And tell me, what you bring a knife for?

[Hook]