Chief Keef

[fox69]

"Beetle Juice"
(feat. Fredo Santana)

"Beetle Juice"
(feat. Fredo Santana)



[Hook:]
Fredo Out The Cut, come and rob you cause we need it
Bally got the semi, he gonna blast it when he see you
Tray Savage got the Mac, he gonna shoot at yo damn teeth and
Tadoe got my Tec, better run, he gon' leave you
Where you standin' at? Cause that's what we do
And I roll around in a car with something illegal
And I ain't got no license, so I am illegal
No I ain't no beetle but I got that beetlejuice

I don't let it squeeze boo, unless I need to
You ain't gotta worry boo, I know how to handle two
I mean handle tool, up this pole I damage you
Leave you where you standin' too
You, him, and your crew
Baby, I'm a bandit boo, think I need a band-aid too
And I'm ridin' in my coupe and I got my semi too
And I'm ridin' heavy too with my pistol ready to shoot
And I'm finna shoot, bullets enter into you

Gino got that Desert Eagle
Justo tote a clip its see thru
Republican totin' a burrito
Baretta, shoot you in your damn throat
Blood dead, made niggas bleed through
I smoke Swishas, who said it was sweet though?
I still come and rob you for your kilo
You know you ain't catch no body bout a week ago

[Hook]

[Fredo Santana:]
Fredo in the cut. hell yeah I'm ready to shoot somethin'
Stomp a nigga out. wheat timbs with my double cup
All I need some lean. hell yea. need two cups
Need my dick sucked. fuck one bitch. I need two sluts
Call my plug up. tell him what the fuck he taxin' for?
I don't even give a fuck. Blood folks kick it though
You ain't talkin' money man? What the fuck you talkin' for?
Shoot this pistol on my lap. Fuck you think I'm toting it for?

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Black Ops"

"Black Ops"


I keep that hot shit like a Tea pot
OG stuffed in a cookie jar
Pull up, boy you better have the guap
I'm a doctor, give ya pussy ass a shot
While you was on a hill, I was somewhere in the field
Now I'm working towards a billon, and I'm living in the hills
Tucked in my drawls, bitch I got the Tommy Hil-
-figer if it sizzle's, its a scary site ew
Pussy you be talking bout a bunch of nonsense
Money all up on my conscience
Latex, we can get it poppin'
Led Zeppelin, and you know how I'm rocking'
Ridin with the mop, going up like a stock
Whats up in my pocket? its a muthafucking knot
Pull that bitch out make it rain on a thot
My pistol got a dick, make it piss on a opp
10, 20, 30, Bullets flying like birdy
I'm a Chiraq warrior, and I'm balling like I'm Curry
If you looking for Chief Sosa, I'm where? Eating curry
Yous eating on that bitch, she was sucking me early
Choppa click clack, dududu, make him twirl
Keep talking all that shit, now he screaming like a girl
I do this shit for blood thats my boolin' side
When I start cappin, thats my coolin' side
Damn Sosa how you get the tool inside?
I up this muthafucka and I do his ass
Bullets eat his skin, bitch food his ass
Fly shit, Peacoat got my tool inside
Runnin' from the cops, dodging hole pots
When it comes to guap, get a whole lot
When it comes to opps, get a toe tag
Fuck nigga thought I wasn't on that
I keep that hot shit like a Tea pot
OG stuffed in a cookie jar
Pull up, boy you better have the guap
I'm a doctor, give ya pussy ass a shot
While he was on a hill, i was somewhere in the field
Now I'm working towards a billon, now I'm living in the hills
Tuck in my drawls, bitch I got that Tommy Hill
Figure if it sizzle's, it's a scary site ew
Pussy you be talking bout a bunch of nonsense
Money all up on my conscience
Latex, we can get it poppin'
Led Zeppelin, and you know how I'm rocking'
Riding round with the mop, going up like a stock
Whats up in my pocket? its a muthafucking knot
Pull that bitch out make it rain on a thot
My pistol got a dick, make it piss on a pop
I'm digital, like Sonny nigga
Do something, go and get some money nigga
'Fore I hit ya ass with the Tommy nigga
I ain't winnie the poo, this ain't honey nigga
Act like you want smoke, you funny
Doing walk up with the pistols, you running
I talk all this shit, cause I can back it up
Note to this bitch, I'm acting up
Who the fuck you is, Bernie Mac it up
Like Kash Doll, bitch I'm accurate
Hop in my car, and I rev it up
RIP to the damn competitors
Bitch I'm a predator
Had a meeting at 10, went at 11 somthin
Don't be up in the lane when I'm bowling guns
Fuck nigga better not blow ya nose or nun
I keep that hot shit like a Tea pot
OG stuffed in a cookie jar
Pull up, boy you better have the guap
I'm a doctor, give ya pussy ass a shot
While he was on a hill, i was somewhere in the field
Now I'm working towards a billon and I'm living in the hills
Tuck in my drawls, bitch I got that Tommy Hill
Figure if it sizzle's, it's a scary site ew
Pussy you be talking bout a bunch of nonsense
Money all up on my concious
Latex, we can get it poppin'
Led Zeppelin, and you know how I'm rocking'
Riding round with the mop, going up like a stock
Whats up in my pocket? It's a motherfucking knot
Pull that bitch out make it rain on a thot
My pistol got a dick, make it piss on a opp

 

[fox69]

"Blew My High"

"Blew My High"


This DJ Scream, it's Chief Keef nigga
This that Almighty SO
This right here a soundtrack for real niggas to ride to
Yo fuck them fuck boys
Ayo fuck them snitch niggas

[Hook:]
I just spent a lot of money, now I'm tired
Remeber when I use to fantasize
Got this nina with me, you know she gon' ride
Blow a nigga down, Do or Die
They scared, go to church Bitch Kumayah
Them pistols get to bussin', Boo-ya-ya
You ain't with the Glo Gang nigga, who are ya?
Stay touchin' my phone, this just bitch just blew my high

[Verse:]
This bitch just blew my high and I was high off all of these drugs
I walk in the mall and buy out all of these stores,
Nigga came out with two bags he thought he was
I was off that tho', Because I was high of all these lean
Let a nigga try me, I got my Glock forty
It got thirty shot in it, it gon' make em scream. (SCREAM!) [x2]
(PRAISE God!) [x2]
I gotta get high to balance my lows
I'm movin' to fast, I gotta pour a four
Spend lots of cash, mama used to be broke
(SOSA) [x2]
Cause I'm a shoot when I see my opponent
Shoot late ass nights and early ass mornings
But hold up I gotta roll me a dutch

[Hook:]
I just spent a lot of money, now I'm tired
Remeber when I use to fantasize
Got this nina with me, you know she gon' ride
Blow a nigga down, Do or Die
They scared, go to church Bitch Kumayah
Them pistols get to bussin', Boo-ya-ya
You don't wanna go against nigga, who are ya?
Stay touchin' my phone, this just bitch just blew my high

(Legendary) (Historical)
(DJ Scree) (Chief Keef)
Almighty SO for the streets nigga

 

[fox69]

"Blocka"

"Blocka"


Franklin and chop
Can't trust every face bitch I gotta watch
That's why I need Ben Franklin and chop

I can't trust every face bitch I gotta watch
That's why I need Ben Franklin and chop
Driving, we gon' swerve to the top
Got plenty Glocks, FNs and chops
Gun go blocka
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Who talking about Almighty Sosa?
Bang bang, blocka blocka, blocka blocka
Bang bang, blocka blocka, blocka blocka
Bang bang
Who talking about Almighty So?
Who talking about Almighty So?

Pull up flexing on everybody I see
Everybody wanna be like Keef
Everybody don't like Keef
But won't nobody try Keef
Like hookah, smoking Tooka
You smoking fufu, call it G
Bitch, I ain't no fucking Mubu
I'll leave you Tutu
Guns go blocka
Sosa a crazy mothafucka
Choppa
Glocks, FNs, and Macs, we going to an opera
Round, shooting niggas down
Where my fuckin crown?
Bitch, I'm King Glo
Tryna copy my style, no Kinkos
I'ma lion from the wild, you a fish, Finding Nemo
Acting like Sub Zero, gon' leave his ass defroze
I'm flexing, niggas pissed
I see you walking, got a pistol
Shoot it at me, you know I'm down
Nigga nigga
I can fuck your sister and your mama, lil nigga
You don't want no drama, lil nigga
Bullets flying like Compton, lil nigga
Choppas go brrocka brrocka, lil nigga
Block guns go bang bang and ping ping
30 shots in this ning ding
Got a 50 and a 40, lil shorty
You ain't got more money than my shorties
I gave some money to my shorties
They gon' come and kill your ass for me
Blah, blah, scah
Pussy nigga, I need an Oscar
I need a Grammy for my grandmama
Flexing on every woman, everybody, let 'em know
I mean, act like they ain't know
Sosa was gonna blow, making big dough
Now I'm with Interscope
Jimmy Iovine, fuck with me though
Chris, fuck with me though
Tadoe, that's my cousin though
You know how I'm rockin though
Pistols get to popping, hoe
You tell me you love me, stop it hoe
Tryna set me up for my diamonds, hoe
I'ma shoot you right there in your throat
Put this dick down your throat
See your lil dumbass home
You a thot but you thought I was wrong
Wanna glo? Just be like Chief Keef, 'lieve me
Who these niggas? I don't know these peewees
Bitch, I'm rockin Herman's peewee
Gold, my necklace look like peepee

Can't trust every face bitch I gotta watch
That's why I need Ben Franklin and chop
Driving, we gon' swerve to the top
Got plenty Glocks, FNs and chops
Gun go blocka
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang
Who talking about Almighty Sosa?
Bang bang, blocka blocka, blocka blocka
Bang bang, blocka blocka, blocka blocka
Bang bang
Who talking about Almighty So?
Who talking about Almighty So?

 

[fox69]

"Blurry"
(feat. Tadoe)

"Blurry"
(feat. Tadoe)



[Hook - Chief Keef:]
Ask grandma for fifty, grandma she gave me a hundred
I ran off with the money, then brought back some money
Smoking green dope shit reekin like fried onions
I take any money, hoes, money, hoes, money
I be trapping, I ain't lacking, nigga I ain't worried
I will let my Glock blow, nigga I ain't scared
I'm a warrior with a thirty, nigga I ain't Curry
Check out my watch nigga my diamonds nigga, they ain't blurry

[Chief Keef:]
I was in Wokcano's eating on some curry
But wanting to hit thirty-four bitch that's Eddy Curry
I'm still smoking loud even though you hear me
Bitch I'm in the field White Sox Paul Konerko
Get my hittas on you, Ronald Belasario
To that bitch that gave me head last night nerdy ho
Throwing money in the club I'm a pitcher run your's up
And I swear my watch a thot, it is a lil flirty ho
Pull up doing hits, eating on some cereal
White chocolate, white milk, red cheerios
Shoot the red guts out a nigga [?] material
Bitch I'm trapping in my trap dancing like Lil TerRio

[Hook]

[Tadoe:]
White 'vette, pull up red interior
Engine too damn loud, I'm not hearing ya
Four nickel on my hip, I'm not fearing ya
Hollows hit your face it's bacteria

[Chief Keef:]
Bitch I'm trapping out the hemi-a
Bitch I'm trapping with the semi tucked
Got a thousand for a hundred pack then pick it up

[Tadoe:]
Nigga said can he be Glo I'm not feeling ya
Bitch I'm in the trap I'm counting all these silly bucks
Dirty money, but it came in clean as fuck
All this jewelry on got me blinging up
Nigga want war, tell him set it up

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Born To Flex"

"Born To Flex"


Bitch I was born to flex, I am gonna flex
Put it up on my set, I am gonna flex
I still carry my Tec and I am gonna blow that
Let a nigga try to flex and act like he ain't know that
We bussing our gat, that is your death
I'm smoking this pack, got me so there
Cops knocking on my door, no he is not there
Bitch you can't be with me, be with yourself

This bitch got me fucked up
Come through, shooting shit right up
Pussy boy see us, duck
Niggas know what to us, nuthin'
Hop in the whip, I press buttons
She ain't tryna top me, press the eject button
I hop that she ain't left nothing
Cause I'm taking off with this car, paid a jet buddy
Flexing hard and throwing sets, buddy
You flex me, shoot your chest buddy
AK with a knife, this bitch coming
I ain't got time for hoes but I fucked a ship of hoes at 6 something
I want extra something, I flex overnight
Come through scaring shit bitch, Poultergeist
He sneaking dissing the Glo, he must not want his life
We send shots for free, holidays and overnights

Bitch I was born to flex, I am gonna flex
Put it up on my set, I am gonna flex
I still carry my Tec and I am gonna blow that
Let a nigga try to flex and act like he ain't know that
We bussing our gat, that is your death
I'm smoking this pack, got me so there
Cops knocking on my door, no he is not there
Bitch you can't be with me, be with yourself

 

[fox69]

"Bouncin"

"Bouncin"


[Hook:]
Big rubber bands, I be poppin'
I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it
I talk all this shit cause I'm bout it
You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin'
Call me baghead Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is money
Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get that money then I'm bouncin
I pull up hop out, I don't pop out
I got the cops out, it's hot out, I got Glocks out
I up this 40 Mayweather, it's a damn knock out
[Mumbles] I ain't make it in school, Chief So was a drop out
Something something something, I forgot now
I was thinking about the guap then put my guap out
I'm Sosa Ray Charles, you can still get knocked down
It's a parade here, all you see is Glock shells
I dress myself, bitch I don't need a stylist
I got my pistol just in case the violence
I think my chopper gay, I pulled him out the closet
I call my chopper Ye' cause' he half went to college
I call my desert eagle "Desert Storm cause we be warrin'
I think my Mac wanna be a rapper, we be touring
Like Kobe, Shaq, D.Rose and Butler, we be ballin'
If you talking bout some millions, we be on it
[Hook:]
Big rubber bands, I be poppin'
I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it
I talk all this shit cause I'm bout it
You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin'
Call me baghead Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is money
Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get that money then I'm bouncin
I pull up, get that check then I'm in to win
I got two Glock forties, them be twenty twins
Don't wanna fuck your bitch, she got a shitty wig
Shot four out the thirty, we got twenty-six
Pulled up swagging, know you seeing this
Bitch came to my crib, you know she eatin' this
She can't have her phone, hoes be leaking shit
I'm an anti-ass nigga, I don't speak for shit
Chief So got over totin' llamas
I got a HK caliber, Da Forty
I wasn't good in science but I knew my numbers
I'm ballin'
Ring ring, tell your bitch stop callin'
[Hook:]
Big rubber bands, I be poppin'
I up this fucking pistol then I cock it, I pop it
I talk all this shit cause I'm bout it
You want beef? I got Criscos, we can get it poppin'
Call me baghead Milonakis
All I get is bags, all I get is money
Smoking big Backwoods of that funky
I pull up, get that money then I'm bouncin

 

[fox69]

"Burn Up"

"Burn Up"


Turn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Turn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Turn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Turn up
Run up then I'm gonna run up, nigga run up if you wanna
Turn up nigga if you wanna yo ass gonna get gun up
Gun down, gunner, gun down, gun down, nigga
Man down nigga, run up nigga
You ain't no nuh-nuh, nigga
You don't want none of this, nigga
Whaddup nigga, whassup nigga
Coming through nigga, buck buck nigga
Tough love with this fuck Glock, nigga
Run up nigga, get burn up nigga
I was cooling in my lil cash spot
Pull up nigga, whaddup nigga
I was cooling in, playing Xbox
Gun up nigga, buck up nigga
All of my niggas got dreadlocks
Which one of us, nigga, come for ya, nigga
I just flex with my flex watch
Like whassup nigga, turn up nigga
It ain't no lil watch, it's a big watch
Turn up nigga, turn up nigga
Big ass 50, it be thinking bout it
Gun up nigga, burn up nigga
This nigga say he wanna turn up
I heard that he don't have a gun up
He come for me, he better have his gun up
Cause it's dangerous, my gun is hunger
Reek, make a nigga bleed
Do his head, his nose and his teeth
I cool with the B's, I cool with the C's
All them niggas know Chief Keef
I'm like turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Finna hit the club, turn up, turn up
A nigga act up he get burned up, burned up
No talking, just burn em, burn em
Run up on em with this 40
Run up on em with this shotty
It's a 12 gauge buck shots in that hoe, bout 40
Cause I brought some extra shit, cause I am an extra nigga
Everything is do extra, niggas in their extra feelings
Turn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Turn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Turn up
Run up, turn up, gun up, burn up
Turn up

 

[fox69]

"Buy It"

"Buy It"


[Hook:]
I Just Pulled Up in That Old Color of Glue
I just spend 20 on a chains, thousands on some shoes
I done fuck every bitch you wanted to
They don't fuck with you cause I don't fuck with you
They like chief sosa when we gone hit the stu
I'm like when you put the o on side the two
They like sosa and I got ya album too
If I was you bitch I will buy two
They like sosa you so mean to me
You don't know what you mean to me
Ever since you came in the game
You been fucking up the scenery
I know I feel like john cena
Ain't no nigga seeing me
Tryna rob me they meet my damn nena
Ain't a nigga getting a thing from me
Had to put that bitch out
She was on some things to me
She ain't wanna shake her ass
She wanted to sing for me
Tryna blow nigga oh no
Cause I ride my thing with me
I feel like g.I joe tho
I come from the meanest streets
Almighty sosa from the o
That what it mean to me
Balling with no basketball
Got a basketball in my beamer seats
Poppin shit like vegetable oil
Poppin shit like season wheat
I take the mon to dangelong [?]
I pop some shit I'm my meeting great
Cause I got all this johnny dang on me
And I got all this damn bread on me
You ain't taking shit
You can take one to the head homie
Now I got all this damn red on me
[Hook]
Chief sosa shiting on you lames man
She like I know I follow you on instagram
She give me nose like she toucan Sam
Smoking on this dope and I'm coughing like dam
Bitch stop acting dumb u know who I am
I be balling hard and flexing no jams
And if you want a verse send my check in the mail
You niggas ain't gone shoot man you niggas gone tell
Get yo ass smoke if you dropping the l
They like hold up chief so I be bopping the l
Get yo ass smoke if you dropping the l
They like hold up chief so I be bopping the l
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Call Me"

"Call Me"


Sosa with the fucking band on
You can call me Lord Theodore
You can call me Lord Farquaad
Call me Lord (yeah) boy
Call me Lord of the Rings
Call me Lord of the chains
Call me Lord of the cars
Call me lord of the gang

She thinks it's Purple Rain like Prince
These blue hundreds what you call a blonde bitch?
The same nigga how they think that I'm gonna switch?
Break his ass like a Kit-Kat, 'cause he think that I'm a bitch
Out in Cali' with the shit
Ride foreign I'm riding on the switch
Low rider with the Glock stars hip-hop [?]
Put some spots on his ass, yeah chicken pox him
Red dot on his nose yeah Rudolph him
Do you need extermination? I got tools on me
Rolled up on your bitch and she drooled on me
She said that nigga got his check and he blew it on me
I said bitch I don't care I don't give a fuck
You think I'm from Baltimore
Who dem bosses?] in this shit, really us
You think you funny? Damn right you be killing us

Sosa with the fucking band on
You can call me Lord Theodore
You can call me Lord Farquaad
Call me Lord [?] boy
Call me Lord of the Rings
Call me lord of the chains
Call me lord of the cars
Call me lord of the gang

Call me lord of the beats lord of the streets
Got your bitch in my room going under sheets
Call me lord of the century lord of the week
Call me lord of the [?] lord of the [?]
That bitch ain't shit but the lord of bugging me
These niggas ain't shit but the lord of hugging me
Talking behind my back, get wacked if you come at me
I'm tweaking how these hoes be fucking me they said I was ugly
Bitch seen the blue light in my car she wanna come with me
Bitch I gotta win this race you can't run with me
Want war we can [?]
Fuck a fight boy my chopper love to tussle
You think you off the drink you sippin' Robitussin
Watch Chief So' he always on to something
Two outfits I pass one to my cousin
Ain't no love baby yes a bunch of lusting

Sosa with the fucking band on
You can call me Lord Theodore
You can call me Lord Farquaad
Call me Lord [?] boy
Call me Lord of the Rings
Call me lord of the chains
Call me lord of the cars
Call me lord of the gang