Top Songs By Mike WiLL Made-It
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chief Keef
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Cozart
Songwriter
Michael L. Williams II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike WiLL Made-It
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Aye
Aye, Mike WiLL
Fuck should we do wit' these ****, man?
[Verse 1]
Okay, okay, put him in the trunk
Trunk
Put him in the forest, change his name to Gump
Gump
Soon as I let the window down, you gon' smell the skunk
Dope
Legendary, write my name in Rosetta Stone
Stone, aye
Yeah, you got a chain, but you a punk
Punk
Yeah, I got a pump, I'll let it rock like punk
Punk
Four pair of triple S's, bitch, you gettin' stomped
Buh, buh
Speedin' in the foreign, pockets holdin' all the humps
Young rich homie, but I don't know that **** Quan
Nah
Neck on lagoon, boy, your shit be on pond
Huh?
Snakes in the grass when we stompin' on the lawn
Stomp
Been a bad boy, bitch, I feel like Martin Lawrence
And I'm gettin' head in a foreign, where I'm goin'?
Skrrt
Gettin' a massage in a foreign while I'm drivin'
Skrrt
All black truck, that bitch look like I'm hidin'
Took her to the hood and she mumbled, "**** savage"
**** savage
[Chorus]
****, get a farm and get some cabbage
Aye
****, get a farm and get some cabbage
Get some cabbage
****, get a farm and get some cabbage
Cabbage
****, get a farm and get some cabbage
Aye
I be trying to break my bad habits
My bad habits
Diamonds singin' on a bitch like Lenny Kravitz
Like Lenny Kravitz
Put you to a end like some credits
End
Chopper put you up like a status
Bang
[Verse 2]
When I pull up, you know I'm swaggin'
Swaggin'
He actin' like a killer, **** braggin'
**** braggin'
Somebody tell security, let the bag in
Let the bag in
Walk up in the club, get the backend
Get the backend
They won't even know a **** packin'
Packin'
I might be high, but I ain't lackin'
But I ain't lackin'
Flame a little blunt, don't stressin'
Don't
Gotta have the lead 'cause bitches sketchy
Sketchy
Four years probation, judge petty
Judge petty
Oh, you think you got me? Let's get it
Let's get it
Knock, knock, knock, bitch, it's FedEx
Knock, knock
They can read about you on Reddit
On Reddit
I'll put your life on Amazon
On Amazon
Hoppin' out the Dawn like I've been a don
Been a don
**** always sour like vinegar
Vinegar
I'm trying to fit five, six bitches in the car
Six bitches in the car
I'm trying to fit five, six bitches in the car
Six bitches in the car
**** always sour like vinegar
I'm trying to fit five, six bitches in the car
Six bitches in the car
Bitch, I'm on Saturn, 'bout to eat the moon
Moon
She won't only eat the dick, the bitch will eat a shroom
Shroom
Spider webbin' hoes, we gon' need a broom
It's 12 AM, but you won't see the noon
Noon
Bitch, I've been a goon, I don't need a gun
Nah
How you ride through my hood and you ain't see the guns?
Ha
Make the stick breakdance, I don't need no tunes
Ha
Tell your bitch, "Hey, baby, go in either room"
Let's get it
Pull up to the county, tell 'em, "Free the goons"
Huh? Huh?
You always sad, I'm watching fuckin' sea bloom
Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?
Tell 'em, "Sip the red in the green room"
Aye
Crazy ass sandals at a cookout
Bang
Security ass ****, be a lookout
Where George at? I'm slidin' to the Bush house
Skrrt
Act like I was east when it went south
Four piece on my neck, feel like Harold's
Bling, bling, bling
"Sosa, is you straight?" Yeah, I'm narrow
Yeah
Tell Robin Hood to sharpen up my arrows
Huh?
Have my bitch beat a bitch, red sparrow
Bang
And I'm havin' more stripes than a shelltoe
Shelltoe
I be smokin' more trees than a Timberland
Timberland
Hang him off a tree if I catch Zimmerman
Zimmerman
Let his ass die, bitch, fuck the ambulance
Buh, buh, buh, buh
Let his ass die, bitch, fuck the ER
Buh
I'll drive a smart car through a street war
Skrrt
Man, these **** suckin' dick for some PR, aye
Skrrt, skrrt, woo, woo, yeah
You got a drum, I got a drum, let's have a beat war
Bang
Blue jeans, gray jeans, let's have a jean war
Bang
****, you need to close your eyes, you've never seen war
Bitch, woo, woo, woo, yeah
Man, I'm fucked up, ridin' with that Glock docked
Skrrt
Make the gang beat your ass, bitch, I'm Papa Doc
Beat it
Squally ass ****, ****, you a copper cop
Cop, squally
When my locksmith pull up and pop a lock
'Posed to cock and pop, pussy, but you popped and dropped
Dropped
And my son a fucking prince like he with Rap-A-Lot
[Outro]
Bang
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Bang
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Bang, bang
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Bang, bang, bang
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Yeah
Skrrt
Beat it
Cop
Squally
Pop it
And drop it
Written by: Chief Keef, Mike WiLL Made-It
