(chief keef: verse 1)
Dat b*tch so wet just like a jet
Run up on n*ggas get em all scared
f*ck ona hoe and i make her touch her toes
I pull up on block and spray him on his c*ck
I swear all we do is ride around with gloccs and mops
Then we shoot at the opps came back home and gave my pops a hunnid racks no this ain't no gucci this is a ralph b*tch it cost like ten racks, if you get off tracks we shoot at your back and never come back, no we never lack