RIDICULOUSNESS (Original Version) lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef]
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[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Goin' 149 in a 55, you might see me in the sky I be really high
Foreign truck, b*tch it ain't nun basic
Smoked the whole blunt b*tch said why you facin' ?
b*tch you ain't my brother, you can't hit my blunt
Looking like that n*gga and I feel like that
Puffin flute, saxophone, clarinet
Skinny jeans on tryna stop the racks
n*gga we don’t love these b*tches
I ain’t goin out in public with these b*tches
She suck me, she suck you, ooh she vicious
All these hoes be actin' like bougie b*tches
These hoes can't drive that sh*t too ridiculous
Somebody call rob, my watch too ridiculous
Young n*gga still on this road of richess
This dumb n*gga spend his cash on dope and b*tches

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Grandma say I be on too much ridiculousness
No computer we'll break a n*gga sh*t
No computer we'll fix a n*gga sh*t
That go for black john tryna wrip a n*gga sh*t
Call Will, we finna hitch that n*gga sh*t
I named the truck Ludacris, disturbin' the peace
Who you buying pills from? they serving bleach
I got a condo on my neck, who wanna live here?
We done lost a couple soldiers but we still here
In the V10 rollin' like a wheelchair
Brick ass n*gga we got steel, fam
[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Aye, 2 tone cubs, you might see me in Cuba
Frozen 'cause my jewler
Them ain’t VVS, you got yo necklace from a fooler
Aye, they sold you that fooled ya
My youngin' nem with it blowin' at the jewler
Sippin' a PT cruiser
You know my sh*t fast, you think I'm high we be cruising
Aye, b*tches jewlin' on the jewlery
Goin' to school to be a doctor so I asked her can she cure me
700 horses call Polo
n*gga we was lookin' for you, n*gga Marco polo

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Grandma say I be on too much ridiculousness
No computer we'll break a n*gga sh*t
No computer we'll fix a n*gga sh*t
That go for black john tryna wrip a n*gga sh*t
Call Will, we finna hitch that n*gga sh*t
I named the truck Ludacris, disturbin' the peace
Who you buying pills from? they serving bleach
I got a condo on my neck, who wanna live here?
We done lost a couple soldiers but we still here
In the V10 rollin' like a wheelchair
Brick ass n*gga we got steel, fam
[Verse 3: Ballout]
New foreigns outside, they ain't leased
n*gga say he on his bag, he want me
Trap house been in uncle Phil crib
n*gga and my momma ain't even livin' here
Stuntin' on the commas on a steel chair
Pushing old money with a wheelchair
Call me Ballout baby, the pill bear
On the tour bus and we hit a damn deer
Fresh as hell and I ain't goin' in no summer tale
n*gga don't get put on a obituary