Chief Keef lyrics

[Intro]
Surfgang, b*tch
"What up boy, what's bussin' gang, what you on?
sh*t, what we on today? sh*t, It's whatever man
sh*t, Ight, I'm finna pull up then, Ight fosho"

[Verse]
I'm finna go on tour, chopped it up wit' my agency
I just flew to AZ, we got hoes from A-Z
b*tch I ain't no 80's baby, like L'A, b*tch, we play sh*t for keeps
I'm a 90's baby I'm light as hell, but I bet you can't take sh*t from me
Dumb ass keepin' my stick wit' me
No I can't leave this b*tch for free
Like dyke hoes, keep my di*k wit' me
She say, "Boy, come di*k me"
That is a predicament, where the opps try to come get me
I might have my SG, pull up, then score 50
Got my gear on like an Eskimo, 'cause It really be cold out
He thought I was broke, until I had to pull them rolls out
If you act an ass, like Roscoe Dash, we might just show out
And yo' b*tch pop up at every show, 'cause our sh*t, it be sold out
b*tch I keep them cocaines on, my forces white like Ashley
They ask where yo' Uncle Sam, 'cause boy, his ass keep taxin' me
I don't know you b*tch, but know yo' ass could get back for me
You don't know my clique, so do not ask when they spazz for me
He say that he, "Hate me", boy you Christian, b*tch that's blasphemy
Shout out to my white moe, call up Chris, know he gon' blast for me
I just called my b*tch, and picked her up, come count cash wit' me
And I don't want yo' b*tch, boy that hoe ugly, don't throw ass to me
My b*tch love to drink, she say, "What we doin' after this?"
After party at the Radisson, why you keep on askin' this
Shoutout to my circle, we all stars, like some asterisks
You on some other sh*t, b*tch, you just popped a molly, you gon' add the risk
I already told you so many times, is you gon' fathom it?
She won't listen, her damn head so hard, she so adamant
Runnin' plays, boy just run them yards, I'm Colin Kapernick
Might go buy me some faster sh*t, like Chief Keef, I'm in traffic b*tch