Chief Keef

[fox69]

"Cook"

"Cook"


Sosa baby, G.B.E baby
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope
It look like I cook dope
In the AMG looking like I cook dope
Since I'm a fucking pimp Imma' need a good hoe
Catch your ass lacking give your ass some good smoke
The bitch up in this foreign will give your ass some good throat
The bitch up in the trap will give your ass a good pack
The shooter riding with me get your ass in a bag
Beef ain't really nothing, nah really it's a snack
Before I made it here I was running through the packs
Running through the racks up in Sax it's a fact
To ride presidential I done blacked out the 'lac
Put the rover up and I done backed out the back
Told 'em send the fiends to he back house for crack
I hop up out the whip look like I sell controlled substances
When she see the ice I bet I leave the bitch like ''oh shit! ''
Looking like the plug 'cause I'm really on my boss shit
Trapper on my lap just in case I have to bust shit
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Got a hundred bags served all dimes
Got a thousand more of those call the line
Snowman I want seventeen fives
What a dealership telling me lies
Told me that my channel was up in the front
But it's in the back bitches think it's summer
Slide the van doors beat a nigga drum
I promise you won't even see a nigga coming
'Cause I move like Obama, 'prolly fucked your mama
Saw a bad bitch walking, she want me to run up
She saw the falcon stripes down the middle of the foreign
Saw the fire out the pipes then I knew that bitch was going
Don't make me hit your college fuck your bitch up in your dorm
I don't even know her too many bitches in my phone
Let me cut this Marvin on that mean we can get it on
You know bitches love dope that's why they can't leave me 'lone
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope
It look like I cook dope

 

[fox69]

"Coolin"

"Coolin"


Coolin' with my youngins
Coolin' with my youngins
Still...
Coolin' with my youngins
I'm still coolin' with my
Still coolin' with my
Almighty, coolin' with my
Coolin' with my
Coolin' with my

I'm still coolin' with my youngins
It's still 300 on them motherfuckers
Still got 300 guns
I'm still coolin' with my youngins
They still beat like some drums
Still tote 30 poppers
Shooting every block up

I'm boolin' with my youngins
Bitch, coolin' with my youngins
Smoking tutu with my youngins
I still pull up in that Audi
You still pull up in that Honda
I'm still smoking marijuana
What the judge told me not to
Got a 100 thou in my pocket
50 in one and 50 in the other
They say that he gon' rob me
But Almighty know he wasn't
'Cause you know about us
We gon' cause a massacre
Got Glocks, FNs, and choppers
We gon' come through, damage ya

I'm still coolin' with my youngins
It's still 300 on them motherfuckers
Still got 300 guns
I'm still coolin' with my youngins
They still beat like some drums
Still tote 30 poppers
Shooting every block up

All I hang with is killers
We don't snitch
We just come through killing niggas
We don't bitch
Smoking on this '93 fuel, bitch
Me and my youngins fuck you and your crew, bitch
Pistols aimed at you, bitch

I'm still coolin' with my youngins
It's still 300 on them motherfuckers
Still got 300 guns
I'm still coolin' with my youngins
They still beat like some drums
Still tote 30 poppers
Shooting every block up

 

[fox69]

"Cops"

"Cops"


[Hook:]
My watch is so flirty, take your bitch, I bet he can
My gun is so dirty, yours Hi-Point, I bet he jam
This ain't peanut butter, I can't be up in these jams
Pussy niggas tell it, y'all can't be up in these slams
Cops done met us on your block, we in that jam, out that jam
Pussy niggas stop that flexin', you know you ain't 'bout that there
Say you're a shooter, nigga stop right there
Red beam your head, put the dot right there
With the 50 niggas with Glocks right there
Vroom vroom nigga then the cops right there

Pull up on your strip with the hollow tip, startin' shit
Take a whiff of this here, my gun fun and shit, pardon it
Bulldog with the 4 5th, and I target it, I did it
30 shots on my hip, and I bargained it, I did it
30 karats on my wrist, they just shine and shit, pardon it
Fuck niggas act like fish, pulled up and sardined it, I did it
Ridin' down your block, just came from silence
Bitch we lightin' shit
Bitch I run this shit, this ain't a rally, bitch we climbin' shit
Jumped out the porch when I was 9 and shit
On the block totin' a 9 and shit
Runnin' up, committin' crimes and shit
Them bein' on that grimy shit
Now my jewelry bling as shit
Now I'm the biggest thing and shit
Smokin' on dope, the blue dream and shit
This shit got me dreamin' and shit

[Hook]

You got a Hi-Point, aye, nigga what?
You think with that Hi-Point, aye, you finna bust?
You think you're a hard boy, aye, nigga what?
Creepin' down the pavement, aye, finna buck, up
With them slugs
Shoot you in your face and your nuts
Nigga, aye, what's up
With all these fuck niggas, talkin' a bunch of nothin'?
Scooby Doo shucks, when we pullin' up
Shootin' up trucks, shootin' up your cars
Nigga run up, done up, hah, yeah, wish you luck
Click clack these guns, make 'em hot, these hoes fizzin' up
Sizzlin' up

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Couple Of Coats"

"Couple Of Coats"


Rolled up on your girl, riding in that skrt (skrt)
Hop out with that swag, pay the bills like four a fur
Boy don't make me swerve, you smokin' on some dirt
She told me that she loved me, and then I closed the curtains
I'm something like an oh yeah, pull up in that oh yeah
Hey are you Sosa? I'm the man, oh yeah
I've seen Burberry, but I ain't gonna go there
I walk in Louis, and buy a couple coats, yeah

Damn, I hate being sober
Hop out, show love
Buying all the Louis, [?] sure enough
The feds tryna get me, but I don't know none
I do not speak English, I don't show ya
But I'm partying like it's my last day
Text yo bitch one emoji and she text a
Butterflies up in her gut from my wrist, damn shame
Got Hillary up in my Bentley, I'm the campaign
Hit the club, it's crackin', she hop on the wagon
She sees I'm swaggin', but I'm not matching
Run up on me, who's lackin'?
What's up? What's brackin'?
I was a True Religion Fiend 'til I started getting racks in

Rolled up on your girl, riding in that skrt (skrt)
Hop out with that swag, pay the bills like four a fur
Boy don't make me swerve, you smokin' on some dirt
She told me that she loved me, and then I closed the curtains
I'm something like an oh yeah, pull up in that oh yeah
Hey are you Sosa? I'm the man, oh yeah
I've seen Burberry, but I ain't gonna go there
I walk in Louis, and buy a couple coats, yeah

Whoa whoa whoa whoa
No no no no
That's not no dope
Get out of this robe
I'm up in Fendi, they offer champagne
But I'm sipping lean, and I do not drink
I'm off of the drugs, and he want some pack
And she wants a hug, and I want the love
I knew we would fuck when she got in my tub
Glory Boyz Musical, young Zac Efron
I'm off the dope
I'm off the drink
Hey love, what's the name?
Do you smoke?
Does it stank?
Then what was falling, wasn't rain

Rolled up on your girl, riding in that skrt (skrt)
Hop out with that swag, pay the bills like [?] fur
Boy don't make me swerve, you smokin' on some dirt
She told me that she loved me, and then I closed the curtains
I'm something like an oh yeah, pull up in that oh yeah
Hey are you Sosa? I'm the man, oh yeah
I've seen Burberry, but I ain't gonna go there
I walk in Louis, and buy a couple coats, yeah

Hey are you Sosa?
I'm the man, oh yeah
I walk in Louis, and buy a couple coats, yeah, yeah

 

[fox69]

"Cuz"

"Cuz"


Sosa on the beat [x2]

[Hook:]
Car color soo woo
Seats same color crip
I'mma do me or do you
Cuz I got the stank on my hip
Baby I'm a fuckin' loose screw
Cuz I used to hang on the deck
All these fuckin' niggas fufu
I'm flashin' from my chain to my wrist

I'm smokin' on that fuckin' TuTu
With a fuckin' bang on my hip
Walk up on me, I do you
Ain't shit change over here
But my address and my jewels
All I do is blang over here
All the rims on the truck are [?]
All I do is switch lanes over here
Hop up in that fuckin' soo woo
Then I go and hang with the crips
Hop up in that fuckin' Blue's Clues
But bitches blood gang over here

[Hook]

Bang with the gang, gang bang gang
All I do is blang, look at my wrist Big Tymer's bling bling
I done named my son your highness, bitch that's a young king nigga
Pull up in that thing, what's her name
Trunk go wang wang, gang gang
Caught you at the light, that gun go bang bang, bang bang
Pull up in that ride in the left lane lane, lane lane
Baby I'mma fire on that flames flames, flames flames
All I do is get higher bitch I'm coolin' with the rain rain
Chopper bullets make 'em rain, rain
Pull up in that all red gang 'stang
All with that money up in my veins gang
Best to stay in back cuz you can't hang with gang

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Cuz My Gear"
(feat. Riff Raff)

"Cuz My Gear"
(feat. Riff Raff)



Bang

Bang bang

[Hook:]
She just really jock me cause my gear
She just really want me for my ear
She just really like me for my watch
She just really like me for my car

[Riff Raff:]
Holograms on my hand gave me a tanned wrist
Diamonds dancing on my fist look like a blank disc
Teriyaki suit with the lemon Fanta
Heavy weight, heartburn: Mylanta
Adversaries call me on my Blackberry
Now I'm in the laundry mat: Darryl Strawberry
On my cell phone, now I'm on my iPhone
She thought it was a cat phone
Now I'm on my bat phone
Hanging fangs down like a vampire ("Twilight!")
Sapphires dancing on my hand like a campfire ("Dancing!")
Camp counselor, living in the lap of luxe
Double cheese deluxe in the penguin tux

[Hook]

[Chief Keef:]
That bitch rub me cause she know I keep it real ("3 Hunna")
Say she don't like a nigga that's gon squal (nah!)
Well listen baby, I'm a keep it real
You know you ain't got shit, come in here
Butter blunt of kush in the air
And I won't feed you lies to your ears
Cause niggas better calm down before they hear
A lot of gun sounds in the air ("bang bang!")
I won't wife her keep it pimpin over here
Gucci shirts, we ain't simple over here ("Gucci!")
Fuck, nigga mad cause his bitch jockin
And I be flexin up the Maseratis, flex!

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Dakota"

"Dakota"


I roll up a 14, smoke it
Lying, saying getting money man you bogus
I'm off this drink, smoking dope, I'm so focused
Pop a x and I feel like hocus pocus
Gamble with your life, boy this ain't no poker
I'm laughing at these niggas like the Joker
Pull up flex, what?, yeah, stoned, I'm a roller
Count some checks get some neck from a bitch named Dakota

I flex yeah get some checks hoe say I make her kitty wet
I got craft and I be havin' it like crab, just like lenny man
I'm the type that piss on all my fucking mini man
My neck looking pissy got these niggas looking shitty man
I'm sipping on this drink let me calm down before I O.D man
Got my best friend but I'm still the fucking Gloly man
Since I hit the top I swear I'm a lonely man
Got a 100 shots for 20, 30, 40 men
Don't bring me Qualitest I don't want that in my tummy man
Future Codeine Crazy bitch I'm Breitling crazy fuck your Rollie man
Riding in that great white slap your ass like Mick Foley man
I walk up in the party and do my Glock.40 dance

I roll up a 14 and smoke it
Lying, saying you getting money man you bogus
I'm off this drink, smoking dope, I'm so focused
Pop a x and I feel like hocus pocus
Gamble with your life boy this ain't no poker
I'm laughing at these niggas like the Joker
Pull up flex, what?, yeah, stoned, I'm a roller
Count some checks get some neck from a bitch named Dakota

It's G-L-O-G-A-N-G, she say you Glo you gotta see me
You want a verse P-A-Y Chief Keef
Your hoe will be glad to meet me
Hold up my car got to pee pee
Pull up, what I'm repping BD
You know that I got the tree tree
Like Dexter I got the DD
In my watch I got the VVs
Gang on my back I got the GG
Phone ringing got the Keke
Phone ringing got the Tee Tee
I too turnt yeah I'm so TT'd
Pistols sound like a TNT
Pull up on them niggas, beep beep
Let the Glock show them his Wee Wee
I went to go and pick Riri with my other bitch named Tee Tee
In the process met a hoe named Lee Lee, she's pleased to meet me
I'm riding in that ugly mitsu
She gave me top it was a sweet thing
I told her bitch don't try to read the tats on me they're not for reading

I roll up a 14 and smoke it
Lying, saying you getting money man you bogus
I'm off this drink, smoking dope, I'm so focused
Pop a x and I feel like hocus pocus
Gamble with your life boy this ain't no poker
I'm laughing at these niggas like the Joker
Pull up flex, what?, yeah, stoned, I'm a roller
Count some checks get some neck from a bitch named Dakota

 

[fox69]

"Dear"

"Dear"


Aye, Chief Sosa man, Almighty Sosa nigga, Guccid Sosa man
Aye, rest in peace Big Glo, rest in peace Morgan
Free Wop, free Slick nigga, gang gang nigga
Know how we bang bang nigga, fuck you talkin bout?
Niggas swear they comin', we ain't comin'
What the fuck you thought my nigga
We rockin' and we rollin' and
We pumpin' up and we don't pop out
Pop out with Glocks out nigga
Skoodooskoo nigga, dooladoo niggas
Bang nigga, aye
3 double O nigga, 6 double O nigga
Rest in peace real Lil Steve nigga
Fuck with y'all niggas
Free Rose nigga
[Hook:]
I just hit a lick, I'm finna take a trip
Might go to China, with a lotta grip
Grip up on my hip, Imma let it rip
And my pocket money, I'm professor built
Blood gang, I fuck with crips
Nigga I'm fuckin' dipped
Glo Gang, nigga we the fuckin' shit
I'm high bitch, I'm smokin'
They play me on your fuckin' strip
I got a letter, Imma start it off with "Dear"
Come thru in all black
White chocolate whistles
I got a gun
Why the fuck would I call some niggas?
A nigga said that he went on Chief Sosa, neva
I'm a fuckin' dog, ruff ruff get em'
Benihanas, ridin' through your block chefin'
If you gon bring a knife nigga don't bring not a weapon
I'm smokin' on the skunk and this is smelly
Chief Sosa Buddha cuz I got a big old belly
She said she want my time, but I can't tell it (thotty)
Its bling blingy, a nigga felt it
Swear these niggas always jokin'
Fuckin Mike Eppin'
Bitch I'm gettin' money, how am I jealous?
I ain't got no jets so I ride first class
I swear my fuckin' seat turn into a bed
The pilot saw my eyes and said they awfully red
I told him "I get high as you, I'm the man"
[Hook]
Dear miss, I'm that fuckin' nigga
Hot as ice, swear that I'm so sicka
Ruler in that contagious, that sicka
It's lookin' like a fuckin' sticker
I caught a stain, he get stepped up
With my zo's in Miami, flipped up
They bring them sticks out and stuck ya
You thinkin' that you hard, they push ya
I'm finna take a trip to Russia
Just gave 10 thousand to my fuckin' mother
And 20 to my grandmother
I left and told em' that I love em'
Called Kay Kay on the phone she like "Hey daddy"
"I like what you doin" swear she so happy
She want all the clothes
She wanna be so swaggy
I named my son Your Highness
I named my MAC Macky
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Designer"

"Designer"


[Intro:]
I got love for some designer
I-I got love for some designer
[x2]
My bitch tatted, I call her designer
Parallel shit bitch don't get lined up
Bitch I'm tatted, I'm designer
[Hook:]
I got love for some designer
My bitch tatted I call her designer
When I get that check, buy nothing but designer
Pop the kush, swisher blunts, rolling nothing but designer
Shoot his face off, bitch we designer
Might be mixed matched but everything designer
Drinking fiji water, I call that designer
We them glory boys, bitch we be designer
[Verse 1 - Chief Keef:]
I got love for some designer
Parallel shit bitch don't get lined up
Ugh, ugh
Sosa on his prow
I'm that nigga, shit you get that all the time ugh
Yeah, I buy nothing but designer
Lotta kush, lotta blunts
I'm designer
Shoot his face off, I'm designer
And I'm truud down, but I'm designer
Bitch I'm tatted, I'm designer
OTF stuff, you know where to find us
They be cutting up like designer (bang bang)
Off a lot of dope, Bitch I be high as fuck (bang bang)
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Yo Gotti:]
Designer, Homicide put me in the line up
CMG, they tryna define us
Say it stand for Cars, Money, Grinders
I-I-I'm true to my religion bitch so start praying
The doors to the trap is open, Amen
Me and my nigga Sosa about to start (blah!)
A hundred shots coming out that black van (blah!)
Van, bullets gon design ya (Murder)
Run out with that work we gon come find ya
I rock Gucci, Louie, Prada like the song say
My money don't fold up, I keep it long ways (ways)
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Diamonds"
(feat. French Montana)

"Diamonds"
(feat. French Montana)



[Hook: Chief Keef]
I swear my diamonds are so blinding please don't look at my wrist
I bet I could take your bitch
That boy jewellery looking bleary like who sold him that shit
They say I ain't getting money well who told them that shit
Ok your bitch she like my diamonds and the cars that I ride
Or she might just like my style or its the squad that behind me
I don't know but she gone go cause my pockets on swole
I just walk up in the mall then I buy the whole store

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I know my diamonds looking blinding please don't look at my wrist
My young niggas shoot your face if you think about taking my shit
10k for my ears 20k for my wrist
You ain't fucking me for free bitch 20k for my dick
Catch you slipping Scottie pippin one phone call and you hit
I just get these bitches numbers I don't call I forget
And I'm riding in them foreigns ima ride off St.Lawrence
I'mma ride on brick squad catch a nigga I'm scoring

[Hook]

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Them people calling, right back to balling
You got a bad batch to much baking on it
Right back on the stove, right back to them shows
Right back to my bitches, your advance is my clothes
I'm whipping it, I triple it
Shorty pop a molly then she wiggle it
Putting orders, You telling stories
Casino life hard rock nigga put in all this

[Hook]