Chief Keef

[fox69]

"Pull Up"

"Pull Up"


Pull up in my X6 with my M1
Just hit my connect, he say he got bout 10 guns [x3]

[Hook:]
Pull up in my X6 with my M1
Just hit my connect, he say he got 'bout 10 guns
Pull up in my 745 with 51
Pull up in my Q7, with FNs & drums
Pull up to your party, bitch I got my 40
Pull up to your house, all them guns is out
Pull up on your block, we love pulling up
And we pulling up with Glocks, we are toolied up

We watching out for cops, we watching out for opps
We watching out for thots, cause they be pulling off
Watching out for paparazzi, they be quick to put you up
I pull up I got my Glock, and I am quick to pull it out
Fuck popping out, we popping up
We popping up, I'm out the cut
Shooters on the roof I'm tired of the cut
I'm moving overseas I'm tired of the judge
Cause he got the coppers pulling up
They knocking and I'm what they looking for
I just had my partners pulling up
I just had my thot just pull a dub
I just heard the opps is pulling up
We ready to fire them pussies up
We been in a lot of bullet wars
And we done bought a lot of bullets for 'em

[Hook]

Pull up in my SRT8 with my AK
Pull up my Mercedes with my baby Kay
Pull up in my A8 where my malany at?
Pulling out these Ben Franks cause I'm friends with him
Pull up in my R8, shotgun shotgun today
Toting my 357 25/8
Drunk in love with my gun, bae, bitch Beyonce
We pull up, it's no Bombay, red rum the other way
She say she love me I'm not dumb, bae, bitch, what my mom say?
"Keith, don't trust em and don't follow them go the other way"
On the first date that bitch swallowed, then she trying to meet my mom today
Pull up on him, I heard he was downing me, he gone meet my gun today
Pull up on my jeweler Johnny Dang, buying a bunch of things
I swear my chain potty-trained, and my watches ain't
Bitch I got a 50 clip in my Lou Deng
I think I'm that nigga yeah, just like Liu Kang

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Racist"

"Racist"


[Hook:]
I put big ass rims on my car
Money long, this shit going too far
I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car
I told them bitches, "bitch I'm freaking you tomorrow"
Police pulled me over they thought I was racing
I told 'em my car ain't with the damn pacing
Got my guns from Indiana think they with the Pacers
I only like green, she like boy you racist

Girl I got money all in my fucking pocket
I don't like talking you can leave if you ain't fucking
I ain't want to fuck you anyway bitch you musty
Baby girl you dusty but my car do all the dusting
I'm riding in my Beamer, Beiber bitch, Justin
I'm screaming upsetting these bitch that I'm cussing
She acting like a Bee for the weed bitch be buzzing
I told her 'bout my money, she can go and meet my cousin
Rest in peace Blood if he was here he'll be mugging
My car Superbad I done named it McLovin
I told her I'mma leave my pants on while we fucking
I only want to fuck you for ten minutes then I'm nutting
I'm nothing

[Hook:]
I put big ass rims on my car
Money long, this shit going too far
I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car
I told them bitches, "bitch I'm freaking you tomorrow"
Police pulled me over they thought I was racing
I told 'em my car ain't with the damn pacing
Got my guns from Indiana think they with the Pacers
I only like green, she like boy you racist

I'm sipping red, I paid 600 for the pint
800 dollar Margelas, fuck your Nikes
Bitch buggin', told me thousand dollars for the night
I say I'm Chief Sosa, I ain't never paid in my life
Blowing smoke in the police face bitch I know my rights
I don't give no fuck you can tell how I'm running lights
Don't leap if you a frog fuck nigga get hit with pipe
I don't like woods that much, I'm rolling big ass whites
That's big ass joints
Now you know it fuck nigga piped down
I'm so turnt up can't even put my pipe down
I'm so bossed up think I live up in the White House
You see me salute me when you see me or it's fucking lights out

[Hook:]
I put big ass rims on my car
Money long, this shit going too far
I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car
I told them bitches, "bitch I'm freaking you tomorrow"
Police pulled me over they thought I was racing
I told 'em my car ain't with the damn pacing
Got my guns from Indiana think they with the Pacers
I only like green, she like boy you racist

I told that bitch she can't touch my dreads
I'm smoking tooka counting on the deads
She say I'm tweaking I ain't even take my meds
Tatted like a Migo bitch my skin filled with lead
Nigga talking down fill him up with lead
I'm flexing so hard, I should buy a watch for my leg
Since he sending messages he get hit in the legs
I'm friends with UPS and Fedex
I'm full I ain't even eat my eggs
I got an uzi with a cooling kit and kick
I start to pour it out, it's pouring out the fifth

[Hook:]
I put big ass rims on my car
Money long, this shit going too far
I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car
I told them bitches, "bitch I'm freaking you tomorrow"
Police pulled me over they thought I was racing
I told 'em my car ain't with the damn pacing
Got my guns from Indiana think they with the Pacers
I only like green, she like boy you racist

 

[fox69]

"Rap About It"

"Rap About It"


Nigga sit yo ass down
Man, what is you a class clown?
I'm smoking outta the pound right now
I'm on the mic right now like man
What the fuck I'm finna rap about?
What I'm finna rap about?
What I'm finna rap about?
Man, what I'm finna rap about?
What I'm finna rap about?
What I'm finna rap about?
What I'm finna rap about?
Man, what I'm finna rap about?

The money, I'm a rap about that
I know niggas get the money and make it all stretch
The lavish lifestyle, I'm gone preach about that
Cause I done been up in the streets, I did it already
This bitch said she want some Tiffany's
I told her you want you a Christmas tree
Told that hoe, I'm a rap about that
She like, I know you ain't kidding with me
Me and my lil' niggas hot sauce
They give me something to rap about
They gon come trough, extended clip
They gon fuck a round, put the mop on
That bitch calling my phone
Told that bitch that I'm not home
Told that bitch, I'm a rap about that
I can't leave it alone
I come through S Apollo, you can get a hollow
I just hit the lotto, I'm Otto with the auto

Nigga sit yo ass down
Man, what is you a class clown?
I'm smoking outta the pound right now
I'm on the mic right now like man
What the fuck I'm finna rap about?
What I'm finna rap about?
What I'm finna rap about?
Man, what I'm finna rap about?
What I'm finna rap about?
What I'm finna rap about?
What I'm finna rap about?
Man, what I'm finna rap about?

These bitches, I should rap about that
She tried to take my money, I should slap her bout that
She say these niggas dummies, I know nothing bout that
I come from the slums, bitch we rumble bout that
Back to rapping bout the money, you get crumble bout that
Rap you like a follow, you get tunneled bout that
I gave the bitch a hundred, bitch be humble bout that
She like I know sugar daddies, I don't give a fuck about that
She like, so you real, and I love you bout that
You so damn crazy, I'm gon fuck you bout that
You ain't nothing like these clowns, I'm a suck you bout that
Nigga sit yo ass down, you ain't nothing like that

Nigga sit yo ass down
Man, what is you a class clown?
I'm smoking outta the pound right now
I'm on the mic right now like man
What the fuck I'm finna rap about?
What I'm finna rap about?
What I'm finna rap about?
Man, what I'm finna rap about?
What I'm finna rap about?
What I'm finna rap about?
What I'm finna rap about?
Man, what I'm finna rap about?

 

[fox69]

"Real Money"

"Real Money"


[Hook:]
I'm talking real money, no counterfeiter
You can tell I get money, baby look at my wrists
You can tell I get money, baby look at my criiiiiiiiib
You can tell I get money, now she wanna liiiiiiiiive with me
I'm talking real money
Real Money [x17]
AYE bitch I'm talking real money
Real money [x2]
Bitch I'm talking real money

I pull up then slide out like touchdown
Nigga you can nuck if ya buck, gon buck, get yo dumb ass bucked down
It was me an Kenn Rob on the southside of Chicago looking for a damn buck down
I was pulling up with the players, out there looking, you know I got touchdowns
Make the bullets go left, right, in the middle of your eyesight I paint it like peter
You niggas my sons, I know shouldla stomped on ya'll fetus
Bitch I got stripes like a tiger, pulled up in the all white bitch I ain't a zebra
I knew she was gon' eat when she seen my car but she says shes ain't a eater
Baby if you ain't gon' eat it then I can say I ain't a cheater
I'm smoking on reeeeeeeeeeeeefa-high as fuck, and I can say I ain't a tweaker
I'm pulling up flexin' up, think that I'm leggin' cause pussy I got the fajita
I hit up yo neck, and yo arms, and yo chest, and then for the forensics I leave ya

[Hook:]
I'm talking real money, no counterfeiter
You can tell I get money, baby look at my wrists
You can tell I get money, baby look at my criiiiiiiiib
You can tell I get money, now she wanna liiiiiiiiive with me
I'm talking real money
Real Money [x17]
AYE bitch I'm talking real money
Real money [x2]
Bitch I'm talking real money

I won't demand my respect, he gots some decent OG
Then a zip is what I get, no I'm Keef but I don't sweat
Why these niggas faking man I don't get
Man, I pull down my damn upsets
Youngest nigga in here with a fucking check
Man, bitch I got stacks on deck
Talkin jewelry boy then stacks on back
You talkin young [?] then its stacks on head
Walked the room left my stack on bed, man
Dont ya'll forget I need bands, Im the man, god damn
I pull up, yo bitch know who I am

[Hook:]
I'm talking real money, no counterfeiter
You can tell I get money, baby look at my wrists
You can tell I get money, baby look at my criiiiiiiiib
You can tell I get money, now she wanna liiiiiiiiive with me
I'm talking real money
Real Money [x17]
AYE bitch I'm talking real money
Real money [x2]
Bitch I'm talking real money

 

[fox69]

"Reefah"

"Reefah"


When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon
I'm gettin' money these niggas don't know the meanin'
I just got to leanin' cause I was double cup feenin'
Out there rockin' the Glock niggas bet' not come in between it
When I was 16 I was on the phone with' a nina
Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers
If I still went to Dyett I would be fuckin' the teachers
Pullin' up on the 'lam and smokin' ounces of reefah
I'm a bring the guap and I'm a bring the hoes too
And I got my shooter you can get your ass barbecued
Jump this motherfuck how deep, nigga how are you?
Ride on yo block lookin' for you, nigga where are you?
You was lookin' suspect, I ain't want to harm you
Goin' real fast I can show you what the turn do
Yes I was with' yo bitch nigga that don't concern you
Steam out that choppa gon' fuck around and iron you
Came out the streets made it further than the block go
All my vatos countin' guap, eating nachos
Acting like you ride nigga 'till you hit a pothole
Fresh ass nigga I be flexing on 'em macho
K let off and it's sounding like a congo
Go in my hood and it's sounding like a jungle
Ain't been back yet I'm still running from the popo
This.45 got more kick than the.44
When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon
I'm gettin' money these niggas don't know the meanin'
I just got to leanin' cause I was double cup feenin'
Out there rockin' the Glock niggas bet' not come in between it
When I was 16 I was on the phone with' a nina
Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers
If I still went to Dyett I would be fuckin' the teachers
Pullin' up on the 'lam and smokin' ounces of reefah
I'm sipping on [?] like Kool-Aid
I love money like Jay love D'Ussé
Counting big bands like hip hip hooray
Hundreds in my pocket same color as a Blu-ray
Come get your fix fuck around, be too late
Drank that you're sipping fuck around, be bool aid
Chains on me look just like ice age
I got more pints than they carry at Rite Aid
Keep sneak dissin' boy you don't wanna fight me
Got Tina on me and I beat it like Ike-y
When we let shots off she was sounding feisty
Plotting on shit she was sounding real heisty
Lazy ass nigga always worried bout what niggas do
Want to up the heat? Nigga duck 'cause I'm finna shoot
Fuck around and hurt nigga have the shells ending you
If you get money hit the lot 'tell 'em Bentley you
When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon
I'm gettin' money these niggas don't know the meanin'
I just got to leanin' cause I was double cup feenin'
Out there rockin' the Glock niggas bet' not come in between it
When I was 16 I was on the phone with' a nina
Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers
If I still went to Dyett I would be fuckin' the teachers
Pullin' up on the 'lam and smokin' ounces of reefah

 

[fox69]

"Rider"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)

"Rider"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)



[Wiz Khalifa:]
Let me tell you something man
When you see a nigga like me
Look me straight in the eyes
Talk to me man, not at me
And if I pass you some weed
Don't hold that shit for too long
Let everybody get high
It's real nigga's in here

[Hook:]
I'm a rider
I'm a roller
I'm a gangster
So I'ma roll up
I'm a rider
I'm a roller
I'm a gangster
So I'ma roll up

Just bought a brand new car, backed it straight in
Smokin' on this strong, the pack just came in
I rep my gang hard, it's tattooed in my skin
I'm such a fucking boss, I run with made men
Diamonds in my chain, OG in my paper
Fuck a bottle loss, Fuck about a hater
Fuckin' up the club, fuckin' up this paper
Fuck with GBE, fuckin' with them gangsters
Ridin' it like I ain't never had shit
Gold in my mouth, I'm talking cash shit
Left her with the gang, he need a new bitch
I ain't sweat her, she was comin' at my crew neck

[Hook]

[Chief Keef:]
I'm a rider, pistol toter
Pistol blower, kush smoker
Bands all in my pocket
Think you goin' take it? Stop it
My youngins get it poppin'
Now you on the news, they watchin'
Fuckin' with my gang, you goin' end up in violence
Fuckin' with Taylor Gang, you fuckin' with the pilots
Smokin' on this dope, thumbin' through the checks
Thots on my dick like who gonna do me next
I spent so many checks, I coulda bought a jet
GBE 'till I die, I do it for my set
Go Go

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Rolls"

"Rolls"


Spent some rolls, on some clothes aye
Ask them rolls, on them hoes aye
Them bitches gon' go cause my rolls aye
Pistol with me, it'll go where my rolls at
Got a couple shawties, I ain't got no rolls aye
And I like lean, not no Rozay
She only wanna fuck me for my rolls aye
But I play that role like I ain't know that
Rolling up this thrax, this that thoink pack
Rolling off a flat, where my joint at?
Sipping on this Act, that's carol pack
You ain't sipping lean, and I know that
Rolling with my niggas and we on that
Roll up on your ass like where your rolls at?
I heard you roll with opps, where they post at?
I'll be rolling like an ATV with four flats
And it got a thirty, and I tote that
Fifty in my forty, I enroll that
Pull that bitch up and I control that
Give his ass the hiccups and I patrol that
Roll up on a nigga block, come back, call it a re-rock
Niggas at your front door, knock out, guns at your peep hole
I'm busy counting, money, the [?]
Roll up, catch a nigga lacking, he gon' need a hero
Roll up with my three rolls and my three poles with my ego
Rolling with all these glos, we got three piece and bought three O's
Smoking on all the dope, we roll the dope and roll these hoes
Tryna roll on the Glo, we take your diamonds on a bumpy road
Rolls in my bank, and my coat, and my draws
Hoes want my life, and my rolls, and my clothes
Niggas want my life, and my ice, them my foes
So I roll with the pipe cause I can't trust a soul
Bitch rolling we gonna be, I ain't had sleep in a week
Chasing that green, fucking things, fucking with the heat-t-t
Bitch, we nosebleed when we see
Rolls beneath my feet
Rolls in between my teeth
Rolls when I eat, I feast
Rolling up a blunt of Aiki
With my heat [?]
Pay Johnny Dang some rolls for rolls and diamonds in my Breitling
My mom was a rolling stone, bitch I ain't had a dad then
Grandma tryna raise 'em a rumor, rolling D got me indicted
I ain't had to say it like that
Rolling 'round with steel like that
Cause you see, tote fifty, and we spraying like that
Shouldn't be playing like that
Rolling 'round with your mans like that
No pistol in here like that
Rolled up on your ass like brrat!
Rolling, rolling, rolling
Bitch I'm toting, holding, blowing
Bitch I'm blowing for the moment
Nigga roll up then I'm on 'em
Cause I roll [?]
Roll with my thirties, not no damn Pythons
Police rolling down on me
Least I have my money
Rolling out my mind
Blowing like I'm blind
When I count rolls, bitch I'm deaf
Made me count rolls with my nine

 

[fox69]

"Rounds"

"Rounds"


D-Moe, go get the pounds
Tadoe, go get the rounds
Aye bitch, it's going down
Lot of bullets going round, and round, and round
I'm off a flat I feel tall, and strong
That bitch gon' go click-clack boom
It's an elephant in the fucking room
Make some room, 'fore you make the tomb
Bitch I'm off a Xanax, a damn flat, and damn thrax
Come through your block shooting at your damn head like gratata, duh luh duh
Then pull off like skrr skrr skrr skrr skrr
Then I blow the smoke up off my Ruger too
Remember when I didn't even know a pussy was, nah
I'm a pornstar, fuck your thot, she going hard
And she's a freak, bitch
You know me, bitch
I'm from across the street, bitch
With that heat, bitch
Ready to catch a oppa, aye
Shoot him in his toppa, aye
He gon' need a doctor
And a helicopter, aye
Just bought a gun, it go grrata
Put thirty in my Glocka, aye
A hundred in my choppa, aye
I name my choppa Flocka
And I can't eat no lobster, I eat steak
Pull up on you then pulled off, andale
Coming down the pole like Lil B mob
Smoking so much dope, it damn near hurt my heart
Shooting at that damn chain, yo damn brain
Because you thought that I was a damn lame
Named that baby Mac Kim K, like Kanye
And he hit a homerun like Sammy, I'm Sosa
And I got my toaster
And I will blow it at your head and your shoulder, over, O-V-A
My gun dominican like Noreaga
Walk in the damn spot and I don't see paper
I'll be like ha, see you later (alligator)
I'm climbing trees and running up, escalator
I'm off this dope, feel like an elevator
Elevating to the hundredth floor
I need to get a hundred mo' mill, just to chill
Put my feet up, smoke reefer loud, with my nina
And Tadoe, with my bankroll
And ManeMane4CG
You know me from the old Chief Keef
I was out there, it was war a piece
Walk in every block, know it's me
With my pistol, ready to get you
Smoke your pussy ass like a Swisher, lil nigga
(Front Street, man)

 

[fox69]

"Run Up"

"Run Up"


She don't wanna be saved, Project Pat already told em
He don't wanna be saved
I heard he Captain Save-a-Hoe, I ain't saving these hoes
She don't wanna be saved, Project Pat already told em
I heard he Captain Save-a-Hoe, I ain't saving these hoes
She don't wanna be saved, Project Pat already told em
He don't wanna be saved, so I got a gat very close
Shoot him in the face, shouldn't be looking at me with a mug
Bitch, I got my gat in the club
And I dare any nigga run up
My thot got her gat in the club
And she dare any bitch to run up
Up up in the way
100 shots in this K
Shoot you if you in the way
Hundred bands for the case
Girl you got guap, that's great
Cause yo ass wasn't gonna get saved
What I'm a buy today, I don't know what to do with all this cake
He think off on me gon' take, but this shit is not a race
I bought a 100 pair of Giuseppes and I still ain't worn none to this day
I got a girl [?]
A billion dollars my ring
I'm Keef Sosa baby, so how you gon tell me I ain't?
She give me, fuck up in vibration
I'm in through your five with my haitians
Bought gold bottles, but ask me what I'm drinking
I always ride, always leanin'
And she gon' give me top, mamacita
I'm a buy some new brazilians
I already know yo ass a lil eater
But you want me to save her
I heard he Captain Save-a-Hoe, I ain't saving these hoes
She don't wanna be saved, Project Pat already told em
He don't wanna be saved, so I got a gat very close
Shoot him in the face, shouldn't be looking at me with a mug
Bitch, I got my gat in the club
And I dare any nigga run up
My thot got her gat in the club
And she dare any bitch to run up

 

[fox69]

"Runnin"

"Runnin"


Sosa where you going? To the money
Runnin' to it, bitch I'm runnin' like I got on cleats
Pull up, stuntin' like I'm going to luncheon
You call my phone, you talkin' a hundred
Million yea, bitch I want it
Baby, I can take you on the island
I ain't talkin' Stony
How you just keep in it floating?
Baby I can buy you a new sew-in
Baby I be pistol toting, got my pistol and you know it
I go too fast she like boy slow it
I'm like okay baby I'm gone floor it
She like boy that's a hundred mill on the table
I'm like I know it

Jewelry blingin, bitch I show it
They like boy you gettin' bloated
I'm too turnt yeah bitch I'm loaded
And my style this nigga stole it
Choppa come through wrestling Mick Foley
Bitches like oh god I'm gloly
I remember when I ain't have nothin'
I woke up like oh god I'm gloly
There go the damn police
I'm gone get up out here slowly
Baby I got on a Breitling
I could buy you a damn rollie
Cause if I bought hoes anything
I be ballin' out now you know it
I done gave yo ass a chance
You done fucked around and blowed it
I get money just as fast as the damn stores did
Ion't need Shaq, I ball like I am Kobe
Ion't need Yao, I ball like I am McGrady
Just call me when you talkin money
Swear I am money brazy

Sosa where you going? To the money
Runnin' to it, bitch I'm runnin' like I got on cleats
Pull up, stuntin' like I'm going to luncheon
You call my phone, you talkin' a hundred
Million yea, bitch I want it
Baby, I can take you on the island
I ain't talkin' Stony
How you just keep in it floating?
Baby I can buy you a new sew-in
Baby I be pistol toting, got my pistol and you know it
I go too fast she like boy slow it
I'm like okay baby I'm gone floor it
She like boy that's a hundred mill on the table
I'm like I know it

Sosa where you going? To the money
Runnin' to it, bitch I'm runnin' like I got on cleats
Pull up, stuntin' like I'm going to luncheon
You call my phone, you talkin' a hundred
Million yea, bitch I want it
Baby, I can take you on the island
I ain't talkin' Stony
How you just keep in it floating?
Baby I can buy you a new sew-in
Baby I be pistol toting, got my pistol and you know it
I go too fast she like boy slow it
I'm like okay baby I'm gone floor it
She like boy that's a hundred mill on the table
I'm like I know it