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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Chief Keef
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Keith Cozart
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Chop Squad DJ
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Sos' baby
Bandana boys
Cap or die
Yeah, yeah
BG, L
Put the K to your face
DJ's on the beat so this a banger
These **** actin' like they want smoke
They don't really want smoke
They don't really want smoke (Yeah, yeah)
Baby, my watch cost a condo
Pocket full of hunchos
'Bout to pull up in London (Yeah, yeah)
These **** actin' like they want smoke
They don't really want smoke
They don't really want smoke (Yeah, yeah)
Lately, I been wearin' my jeans tight
Still got the Glock with the green light
Sometimes shit don't seem right (Yeah, yeah)
But that's just what it be like
I remember runnin' 'round high school with a tool, thinkin' I'm cool
I played duh-duh-duh-cooly, I didn't have the flu
Rocking my jewels
Probably pull up to the high school reunion, look at my coupe
I cannot hoop but I know some **** that really know how to shoot
Fuck you think you?
You don't fuck with me then I don't fuck with you
Thought we was cool
We gon' come out the blue and give your ass the blues (Yeah, yeah)
Stick go Kanye, scoopity-scoop
My son momma say he been bad, I'm like, "Ooh, what he do?"
These **** actin' like they want smoke
They don't really want smoke
They don't really want smoke (Yeah, yeah)
These **** actin' like they want smoke (Bitch)
They don't really want smoke
They don't really want smoke (Yeah, yeah)
Baby, my watch cost a condo
Pocket full of hunchos
'Bout to pull up in London (Yeah, yeah)
Lately, I been wearin' my jeans tight
Still got the Glock with the green light
Sometimes shit don't seem right (Yeah, yeah)
But that's just what it be like
She on my heels
Tryna pull up in heels
'Cause I live in the hills
Shorty know I keep it real
You ain't really from the field
Ice got me on chill
Been runnin' up the mills (Yeah, yeah)
But we not gon' give (Nah)
Kool-Aid man, oh yeah (Ya)
Turn a **** to a car
Put some bands on him (Yeah, yeah)
His mans ran on him
So I had to put my mans on him
Think he hot, throw a tan on him
Oh, he got drip? We gon' swim on him (Yeah, yeah)
These **** actin' like they want smoke
They don't really want smoke
They don't really want smoke (Yeah, yeah)
These **** actin' like they want smoke
They don't really want smoke
They don't really want smoke (Yeah, yeah)
Baby, my watch cost a condo
Pocket full of hunchos
'Bout to pull up in London (Yeah, yeah)
Lately, I been wearin' my jeans tight
Still got the Glock with the green light
Sometimes shit don't seem right (Yeah, yeah)
But that's just what it be like
Came through stuntin', smokin' on skunk
Bitch we want it, bitch we done it
Bitch them fifties, bitch these hunnids
Like I ain't got it, bitch I'm on it
'Til we run out of gas, can't be stuck
Tell me the price, can't be much
**** be talkin' like they can't get touched
We gon' knock 'em down, you can help 'em up (Yeah, yeah)
And I don't give a fuck
Tadoe come cook 'em, pick 'em up
Get your .44, finish 'em
It's a whole lotta bullets left
You wanna take it there? We can take it there
You lil' soft ass teddy bear
Put the K to your face, give you the Glock
And make you kill yourself (Yeah, yeah)
These **** actin' like they want smoke
They don't really want smoke
They don't really want smoke (Yeah, yeah)
These **** actin' like they want smoke
They don't really want smoke
They don't really want smoke (Yeah, yeah)
Baby, my watch cost a condo
Pocket full of hunchos
'Bout to pull up in London (Yeah, yeah)
Lately, I been wearin' my jeans tight
Still got the Glock with the green light
Sometimes shit don't seem right (Yeah, yeah)
But that's just what it be like
Written by: Darrell Jackson, Keith Cozart
