CHIEF KEEF – Citgo

GBE the squad its just us we dont need nobody
Yea.. yea… yea.. sosa baby
Said todoe off the molly he spazzing out in the party man
Yea.. yea..

[Hook: Chief Keef]
All these bitches, know I get dough
Pop a nigga slow like crisco
I’m smokin on the gas like citgo
Fat ass on my bitch though
Big rims, on my whips though
30 clips, all my clique though
You talk a lot but you ain’t on shit though
We let off shots, you ‘bout to get hit though

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I’m Southside I’ll pop out
OBlock bring them Glocks out
300 bring them chops out
We shoot up your block now
Fredo bring them blocks out
Reese bring them crates out
I’mma bring them racks out
Make your bitch wanna stay out
But don’t think she gone get paid now
I just like to play round
With niggas I don’t play round
My boys shoot up the playground
So please don’t get sprayed now
Sirens on the way now
We can do this all day now
Shoot you what you say now
I know she wanna come up
Cause I got lots of commas
Louie and Ferragamo
This why I’m so stuck up
High off the earth I’m fucked up
Bankroll got me puffed up
She got a fat ass then you know that I’mma fuck her

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Tadoe off the molly
He spazzing out in the party
GBE the squad
Its just us we don’t need nobody
And these bitches call me papi
Cause I got lots of money
It’s a OBlock parade
Drop in this bitch we coming
You better love your women
Cause Sosa fuck any women
These commas steady coming
I turned nothing into something
I be excited as hell
But my dick won’t sleep for nothing
And we love getting money
I swear we won’t sleep for nothing
See opps we pull our Glocks out
Hollow tips pop out
30 clips stick out
But please dont get shot down
On the plug I’ll flood your block out
Disrespect my block now
Guarantee you get shot down
Choppas chop your block down

[Hook]

CHIEF KEEF – Cuz My Gear

Bang

Bang bang

[Hook:]
She just really jock me cause my gear
She just really want me for my ear
She just really like me for my watch
She just really like me for my cock

[Riff Raff:]
Holograms on my hand gave me a tanned wrist
Diamonds dancing on my fist look like a blank disc
Teriyaki suit with the lemon Fanta
Heavy weight, heartburn: Mylanta
Adversaries call me on my Blackberry
Now I’m in the laundry mat: Darryl Strawberry
On my cell phone, now I’m on my iPhone
She thought it was a cat phone
Now I’m on my bat phone
Hanging fangs down like a vampire (“Twilight!”)
Sapphires dancing on my hand like a campfire (“Dancing!”)
Camp counselor, living in the lap of luxe
Double cheese deluxe in the penguin tux

[Hook]

[Chief Keef:]
That bitch rub me cause she know I keep it real (“3 Hunna”)
Say she don’t like a nigga that’s gon squal (nah!)
Well listen baby, I’m a keep it real
You know you ain’t got shit, come in here
Butter blunt of kush in the air
And I won’t feed you lies to your ears
Cause niggas better calm down before they hear
A lot of gun sounds in the air (“bang bang!”)
I won’t wife her keep it pimpin over here
Gucci shirts, we ain’t simple over here (“Gucci!”)
Fuck, nigga mad cause his bitch jockin
And I be flexin up the Maseratis, flex!

[Hook]

CHIEF KEEF – Bang

Bang, Bang, Bang Bang Bang

[Hook:]
That Smokes got me gone you can hear it in the air
We on top like some stairs
I Don’t give no fuck I be going to hell
Can’t fuck around with bitch niggas (bitches)
Because they be acting like hoes (hoes)
There’s a lot hoes out here though
But (I’m a let this hamma blow
Like… Bang, Bang, Bang Bang Bang
Bang, Bang Bang Bang Bang
Bang, Bang) [x2]

[Verse 1:]
Choppers get let off (let off)
Now they don’t want no war (they don’t)
30 clips and them 4’5s gotta go back to that store
And that kush getting smoked gotta go back to the store
Cock back at the store, my man’s gone blow
So they ass better get low
Or get hit
Oh shit
That bulldog make his ass split
I’m tring to get rich
Fuck a bitch
Or 54 ways to get hit
I’m talking this dick
If she snitch, she can get the 30 clip
All we know is bang and then dip
And them bangers hollow tips
I swear to God that shit dead
And show niggas how we do it
We got big hawks and eagles
That’s gone knock you off your shoes
You better be a smart nigga
On that R.I.P dark nigga
Two Bangas going hard nigga
Soft nigga go hard nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Block 9
Tech9 39.45
When we hit him he ain’t coming back
Smoking loud this buddy loud, so I ain’t coming back
And I’m Chief Keef bitch
Off of Pill I feel like E.T bitch
Do a bitch spin like CD bitch
Can’t get caught by CPD bitch
My nigga dooski he got my back
Just bring a 9 we ain’t got a mack
You better listen we got the mack
And on ya back we make nolia clap
We got 50 shot tech’s so don’t get wet
We gone make some bullets rain on your block
Your bitch sucking all on my cock
On my block we the chop shop
Smoking stank all we know is bang
Fuck run a train
We gone roll a train
Big propane like novacane
Chief Keef bitch I’m so insane
And there’s dough boys I run with with
City in black gates
Young money in 4’6
Flip a nigga like Patti cake

[Hook]

CHIEF KEEF – 3Hunna

Sosa baby, you know I’m rockin baby
GBE baby, O’block
Bang bang
Nigga I’m three hunna bang

[Hook:]
I’m coolin with my youngins
And what we smoke one hunna
But nigga I’m three hunna
Click Clack, Pow, now he runnin
Don’t be fuckin with my youngins
Them niggas be drummin
They take ya ass down shit we need them bricks or something

Keep this shit one hunna
I keep this shit three hunna
I pull up in that audi
You pull up in that honda

[Verse 1:]
A fuck nigga don’t wanna be it
I like my bitch conceited
I’m sosa bitch, chief keef (sosa baby)
My gun don’t make me beat it
I’m coolin with my young niggas
A lot of kush, a lot of guns nigga
You see you us you better run nigga
Bullets hot like the sun nigga
She like Sosa I’m a big fan
Bitch I’m leanin like a kickstand
I’m high I’m smoking ganja
Fuck a tooka gang bitch I’m 3hunna

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
GBE bitch I’m a big dawg
Kill ya’ll then forget ya’ll
I feel like poppin red dog
Big gun that knock ya head off
Three hunna bitch six hunna
O’block and young munnah
OTF bitch honor
We bring them guns out and tell they ass ta runnah
I make the fuckin floor shake
Fuck my birthday bitch I need more cake
I’m sosa bitch I’m gettin it
We smoke thoinks bitch, ya’ll be smokin midget

[Hook]

Chief Keef - Love Sosa

These bitches love Sosa
O end or no end
Fucking with those O boys, you gon’ get fucked over
Rari’s and Rovers
These hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that cobra, now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa
You boys ain’t making no noise
Ya’ll know I’m a grown boy
Your clique full of broke boys
God ya’ll some broke boys (x2)
We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough boy

These bitches love Sosa
And they love them Glo’ Boys
Know we from the ‘Go boy
But we cannot go boy
No I don’t know O Boy
But I know he a broke boy
Rari’s and Rover’s
Convertibles in bulk boy
You know I got bands boy
And it’s in my pants boy
Disrespect them O Boys
You won’t speak again boy
Don’t think that I’m playin boy
No we don’t use hands boy
No we don’t do friends boy
Collect bands I’m a land lord
I gets lotsa commas
I can fuck yo mama
I ain’t with the drama
You can meet my llama
Ridin with 3hunna
With 300 foreigns
These bitches see Chief Sosa
I swear to god they all on

Hook:
These bitches love Sosa
O end or no end
Fucking with those O boys, you gon’ get fucked over
Rari’s and Rovers
These hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that cobra, now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa
You boys ain’t making no noise
Ya’ll know I’m a grown boy
Your clique full of broke boys
God ya’ll some broke boys (x2)
We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough boy

Don’t make me call D. Rose boy
He six double-o boy
And he keep that po boy
You gon’ get fucked over
Bitch I does sell soda, and I does sell coka
She gon’ clap for Sosa
He gon’ clap for Sosa
They do it for Sosa, them hoes they do it for Sosa
Tado off that Molly water
So nigga be cool like water, for you get hit with this lava
Bitch I’m the trending topic
Don’t care no price I’ll cop it
Me and yo bitch she steady jockin’

Hook:
These bitches love Sosa
O end or no end
Fucking with those O boys, you gon’ get fucked over
Rari’s and Rovers
These hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that cobra, now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa
You boys ain’t making no noise
Ya’ll know I’m a grown boy
Your clique full of broke boys
God ya’ll some broke boys (x2)
We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough boy