Chief Keef Lyrics

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I swear I won't ever remix original songs, nigga,

But I'm about to do this shit

Gddddddd,

Muthafucka

Long Live Beady Nigga

Uh, these niggas ain't fuckin' with me

Big 4, nigga, I call all my opps Sebastian

Cuz they ass under the sea

I'm with Yung 4, but he poured up a 3

Bang, bang, nigga, like my name Chief Keef

These niggas be thinkin' they tough, but they weak

Hop out the car, make them shuffle they feet

Mix Match designer, do that every week

My guns gon' clap to the beat

Now that boy face on a tee

Thought I told you before to stop fuckin' with me

I'm on Beady got cluckers with me

Got him geekin', just for a lil' piece

And I told him to chill, I don't like when you tweak

Just give me a minute, then come back to me

Flflflflflfl Beep

Uh, just hold up, munch, give me a minute

I had to take me a sip of that Casamigos

Now I can get back in it

Spin on this block with the F&N

Just slapped on a switch so I gave his ass ten

We don't see nothin' drop, then we goin' again

Triple back gang, then we might catch a friend

Gddddddddd, Bop Bop

Big 4 ain't got no friends

I swear to God, its just me and Yung 4 in this bitch

I swear that shit to the end

Niggas be actin' like they don't know what's really good

They know not to play with my Kin

Niggas be thinkin' that shit tucked under the hood

But that shit right in my dip

Bitch, I'm so quick off the hip

When I lift, bitch, you better dip

I ain't Lou, but I made his ass skip

Heard he went out the Bay & made Less like Skip

Niggas signin' for 20, I been made that shit

Niggas still ridin' in Lyfts

When you hop out that bitch, bet your ass get flipped

Cause I swear, Big 4 don't miss

Uh, these niggas ain't fuckin' with me

Big 4, nigga, I call all my opps Sebastian

Cause they ass under the sea

I'm with Young 4, but he pulled up a three

Bang, bang, nigga, like my name Chief Keef

These niggas be thinkin' they tough, but they weak

Hop out the car, make them shuffle they feet

Mix Match designer, do that every week

My gun gon' clap to the beat

Now that boy face on a tee

Thought I told you before to stop fuckin' with me

I'm on beady got cluckers with me

Got him geekin' just for a lil' piece

And I told him to chill, I don't like when you tweak

Just give me a minute, then come back to me