Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chief Keef
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Cozart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CBMix
Producer
Johnny May Cash
Producer
Young Chop
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Young Chop on the beat
Ayy, still the same young ****
Ain't shit changed young ****
I'm still comin' 064, I still rep 064 ****
Still rep 300 ****, I'm still 600 ****
Rest in peace Lil' Steve ****, Lil' Moe ****
Rest in peace all the guys
Rest in peace all ****, rest in peace Big Glo ****
Gang gang, **** front street shit, 061 shit ****
Bang bang, ****, gang, gang, gang in this bitch **** (Bang!)
[Verse 2]
I got all my motherfuckin' jewelry on (Jewelry on)
You can try to flex like your bitch ass want it (Like your bitch ass want it, huh?)
You don't want these bullets flying like some comets (Flying like some comets, bang bang!)
You a motherfucking frog little Kermit (You a Kermit, huh?)
I'm a glo man I don't need a garment (I don't need a garment?)
And I'm hotter than a fucking furnace (Hotter than a furnace?)
Take a tooka blunt then I burned it (Then I burned it?)
And I spend this money 'cause I earned it ('Cause I earned it?)
[Verse 3]
That bitch called me on the phone she ain't want shit (She don't want shit)
Told that bitch don't call my phone with all that nonsense (Please don't call my phone with all that nonsense, yah)
I'm getting to that guap bitch, I be guaping (Listen to that guap, baby)
Smoking on this blunt, this shit stunky (This shit stank baby)
I mean skunky (Gang, baby), I'm rolling with the funky (Gang, baby)
Cops pull me over they don't want shit (Baby)
They just want to say they locked me up (Sosa, Sosa, Sosa)
'Cause they know I got a lot of bucks (Chief Sosa)
But I'm bonding right out I ain't broke (I ain't broke, bitch)
**** ain't getting no money it ain't a joke (It ain't a joke, bitch)
You better get some money for your momma or your ho (Bitch)
Boy yo ass better not be broke (Bitch)
I spent four bands on a coat (On a Moncler)
I spent a fucking band on some loafs (On some Guccis)
I spent that hunnid on my Air Force Ones (On my ones, yeah)
To stomp a **** in his Air Force Ones (In his Air Force One, yeah)
I don't need a jet, I want Air Force One (Air Force One, yeah)
I'ma fucking president and a sun (Like Obama, yeah)
Sold a bitch for five thousand and left her one (I left for one, yeah)
And threw that fucking shit in the strip club (In the strip club, yeah)
**** flexing this ain't what they want (Ain't what they want)
I up this pump and fill a **** up (Fill that bitch ass up)
Riding down my block no this ain't what they want? (Squad squad)
We up these pistols hit a **** up (Hit a **** up, bang bang!)
[Verse 4]
I got all my motherfucking jewelry on (Jewelry on)
You can try to flex like your bitch ass want it (Like you want it?)
You don't want these bullets flying like some comets (Flying like some comets?)
You a motherfucking frog little Kermit (Still little Kermit?)
I'm a glo man I don't need a garment (I don't need a garment?)
And I'm hotter than a fucking furnace (Than a chimney)
Take a tooka blunt then I burned it (Burn it like a chimney)
And I spend this money 'cause I earned it ('Cause I earned it and you feel it)
[Verse 5]
Smoking dope like a chimney (Like a chimney)
Tec on my hip that means that it's feeling me (It's feeling Keith)
These **** ain't no kin to me no friend to me (Hell nah)
These **** fucking enemies! (Bang bang!)
Hey, the beat go off? (Ayy)
I up it then my heat go off (Bang!)
I heard he do that sneaky talk (Huh?)
I heard he was a sneaky dawg (You ah?)
I up this fucking 4-0 then I speak it dawg (Dah)
Me I take naps and you a sleepy dawg (Huh?)
Catch yo ass in the back shoot up your fe-fe dawg (Dadah?)
.223 is at your neck, breathing dawg? (Bang-bang)
**** don't even sneeze I get to squeezing dawg (Bang-bang)
My little bitch a vet she said she need a dawg (Gang-gang)
She know I get them checks and I don't speak at all (Gan?)
Some bitches bully me and Justin Bieber y'all (Gang)
I'm in the kitchen cooking Justin Bieber y'all (Skrr, skrr)
I ain't got none of them shades I'm still not seeing y'all (Nah)
Lil' bitch I'm glo I don't want to be with y'all (Nah)
White Air Force Ones 'cause that's how I'm feeling y'all (Yah)
I'm from Chiraq where they be killing y'all (Bah)
All these fuck **** and they feeling hard (Huh, huh?)
I'm laughing to the bank like ha-ha-ha-ha (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!)
And I got my Glock and this bitch click clack pow, pow, pow, pow
(Pow, pow, pow, pow, ****)
[Verse 6]
I got all my motherfucking jewelry on (Jewelry on)
You can try to flex like your bitch ass want it (Bitch ass want it, huh?)
You don't want these bullets flying like some comets (Flying like some comets?)
You a motherfucking frog little Kermit (That's lil' Kermit, huh?)
I'm a glo man I don't need a garment (I don't need garment, huh?)
And I'm hotter than a fucking furnace (Than a fucking chimney)
Take a tooka blunt then I burned it (Then I burned it, huh?)
And I spend this money 'cause I earned it ('Cause I earned it, huh?)
[Verse 7]
Ayy, gang gang, ****
Gang gang, ****
Ayy, gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
Gang gang
Written by: Chief Keef