CHARGED UP lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, son where'd you find this?)
(Mike WiLL Made-It)

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Who that pullin' out out the bank in Lamborghini, boy? Ayy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
My son think that I'm a genie, boy, ayy
These n*ggas talk like hoes, might as well wear a bikini, boy, ayy
My wrist, this that Fiji, boy, yeah
Knockin' on your window with a squeegee, boy (Bah)
Ayy, talking dirty, make us clean it, boy
Hardly sleep, so ain't no dreaming, boy
I don't trust you, you look sleazy, boy (Real trap sh*t)
I just make that sh*t look easy
Put two watches on and named 'em Mario, Luigi
Told 'em pull up, watch the car, they know they gotta make it greasy
Ho think I sip too much, she say I gotta take it easy (Ayy, lean, lean, lean)

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Got some new wheels, sittin' new, brand new
Like a Lasko, n*gga, we'll fan you
It's Alaska whеn I bring the jewelry through
Ayy, it's Tokyo whеn I pull the truck up
This b*tch talk too much, she need to shut the f*ck up (shh)
Want me to pick her up 'cause she know I'm flexed up (Trap-A-Holics, real trap sh*t)
We'll paint you red, what's on your shirt? Not ketchup
[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
If they pick me up, we innocent, ayy (Ayy, ayy)
I take dope like Benadryl, ayy (Ayy, ayy)
Stupid, rest them imbeciles
Goin' dumb like I ain't never been to school, ayy (Beep, beep, beep, beep)
In the hard top, watch me lift the roof, ayy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
In a heartbeat, she gon' pick and choose, ayy (b*tch)
We'll check your ass, now you a swoosh, ayy (Check your ass, now you a swoosh)
Sippin' on a four of juice (Sippin' on a four of juice)
Shoes Off-White, but they not white
Call a plumber, its a thirty stuck in the pipe
They ain't moving right, we gon' get 'em right
Higher than a penthouse is what I'm feelin' like
You say you was a killer, hmm
Now you snitchin', hmm
Act like you know the streets, should've minded your business
Get up off my di*k and go find some b*tches
n*ggas be acting like they street, steady lyin' to b*tches
Truck got seven speeds
Went to get in it, I forgot my keys
You love me? Baby, please
And that ain't hard to believe
You just goin' for what you believe
'Cause my wrist always on bling
Ain't sh*t fallin' but some leaves
Ayy, make a new b*tch history
I'm cool as I can be
Wipe the shades off, I couldn't see
Ayy, you said them Gucci shades with a C
It's somethin' wrong with your G
My gas tank on F, ayy, your gas tank on E
She like, "You in a Lamb', tryna be lowkey"
Smoke O, but don't know Rome'
What it's gon' be what it's gon' be (Damn)
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Got some new wheels, sittin' new, brand new
Like a Lasko, n*gga, we'll fan you
It's Alaska when I bring the jewelry through
Ayy, it's Tokyo when I pull the truck up
This b*tch talk too much, she need to shut the f*ck up
Want me to pick her up 'cause she know I'm flexed up
We'll paint you red, what's on your shirt? Not ketchup

[Outro: DJ Pharris]
This Chicago, n*gga