Top Songs By Chief Keef
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Chief Keef
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Keith Cozart
Songwriter:in
Young Ravisu
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Young Ravisu
Produzent:in
Alex Ortiz
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Chris Bellman
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Chris Cheney
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
James Hunt
Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Beep, beep
GBE the squad (GBE, baby)
It's just us, we don't need nobody
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, Sosa, baby (Yeah)
Said Tadoe off the molly (Tadoe)
He spazzin' out in the party, man (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
All these bitches know I get dough (Beep-beep)
Pop a **** soul like Crisco (Bang-bang)
I'm smokin' on the gas like Citgo (Dope, huh?)
Fat ass on my bitch, though (Yeah, yeah)
Big rims on my whips, though (Skrr-skrr)
30 clips, all my clips go (Yeah, yeah)
You talk a lot, but you ain't on shit, though (Yeah, yeah)
We let off shots, you 'bout to get hit, though (Bang-bang-bang)
[Verse 3]
I'm Southside, I'll pop out (Yeah)
OBlock bring them Glocks out (OBlock)
300 bring them chops out (Yeah)
We shoot up your block now (Bang-bang)
Fredo bring them Glocks out (Fredo)
Reese bring them crates out (Reese)
I'ma bring them racks out (Sosa, baby)
Make your bitch wanna stay out (Yeah)
But don't think she gone get paid now (Nah)
I just like to play round (Yeah)
With ****, I don't play round (Nah)
My boys shoot up the playground (Bang-bang)
So please, don't get sprayed now (Yeah)
Sirens on the way now (Yeah)
We can do this all day now (Bang-bang)
Shoot you, what you say now (Huh?)
I know she wanna come up (Yeah)
'Cause I got lots of commas (Yeah)
Louis and Ferragamo (Yeah)
This why I'm so stuck up (Yeah)
High off earth, I'm fucked up (Dope)
Bankroll got me puffed up (Beep)
She got a fat ass, then you know that I'ma fuck her (Bang-bang)
[Verse 4]
All these bitches know I get dough (Beep-beep)
Pop a **** soul like Crisco (Bang-bang)
I'm smokin' on the gas like Citgo (Dope, huh?)
Fat ass on my bitch, though (Yeah, yeah)
Big rims on my whips, though (Skrr-skrr)
30 clips, all my clips go (Yeah, yeah)
You talk a lot, but you ain't on shit, though (Yeah, yeah)
We let off shots, you 'bout to get hit, though (Bang-bang-bang)
[Verse 5]
Tadoe off the molly (Tadoe)
He spazzin' out in the party (Yeah)
GBE the squad (GBE, baby)
It's just us, we don't need nobody (Nah)
And these bitches call me Papi (Sosa, baby)
'Cause I gots lots of money (Beep)
It's a OBlock parade (OBlock)
We love drumming, and bitch, we coming (Bang bang)
You better love your woman (Yeah)
'Cause Sosa fuck any woman (Sosa, baby)
These commas steady comin' (Beep)
I turned nothin' into somethin' (Yeah)
And I be tired as hell (Yeah)
But my dick won't sleep for nothin' (Yeah)
And we love getting money (Flll)
I swear, we won't sleep for nothing (Beep, yeah)
See opps, we pull our Glocks out (Bang-bang)
Hollow tips pop out (Bang-bang)
30 clips stick out (Damn)
Boy, please don't get shot down (Huh?)
On the plug, I'll flood your block out (Yeah)
Disrespect my block now (Yeah)
Guarantee you get shot down (Bang)
Choppers chop your block down (Bang, bang-bang)
[Verse 6]
All these bitches know I get dough (Beep-beep)
Pop a **** soul like Crisco (Bang-bang)
I'm smokin' on the gas like Citgo (Dope, huh?)
Fat ass on my bitch, though (Yeah, yeah)
Big rims, on my whips, though (Skrr-skrr)
30 clips, all my clips go (Yeah, yeah)
You talk a lot, but you ain't on shit, though (Yeah, yeah)
We let off shots, you 'bout to get hit, though (Bang-bang-bang)
Written by: Keith Cozart, R. Sobieraj