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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Cozart
Keith Cozart
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
12 Million
Producer

Lyrics

(Why you just ditching?)
I'm, I'm due in the studio, let me work goofy, bye man, damn
Bitch, you acting like you slow, ayy
What? (What? What are you doing?)
I don't know (Why is it dark?)
Bitch, I'm in the stu
I'm working, I need to get a coupe, need a 'Rari
And a Bugatti
Need a gun with a few bodies
Need some Benjis in my pocket
Need my fuckin' rocket like I'm Yao
I need a house with ten models
I need some weed and some bottles
I need a bitch that gone come through, give me dumb throat
I kicked her out, she thought she wasn't a thot, but she's a dumb hoe
My **** get them guns, we comin' through shootin' like Rambo
I come through with this cake, and they wrestlin' like Rhino
Pull up in that red Beamer, they lookin' like I'm Damu
What I see, a bunch of hatin' ****, and a bunch fine hoes
I pull up on a skurrt skurrt skurrt like, "Get in my car, ho"
She gon' Google what I do, always grindin', Tony Hawk, ho
Bitch, I'm in the stu
I'm working, I need to get a coupe, need a 'Rari
And a Bugatti
Need a gun with a few bodies
Need some Benjis in my pocket
Need my fuckin' rocket like I'm Yao
I need a house with ten models
I need some weed and some bottles
They like who the fuck Sosa think he is, he think he Ginobli
I got five kids and five rings like Kobe
I was ridin', smokin' dope, then woo-woo them police
I'm eatin' good, 'member when I was so boney
We are gettin' money, **** swear that you act so phoney
I ain't goin' nowhere, baby girl, so please don't sleep on me
I got my 40, I got my homies, them be my brodies, I mean my glodies
And they some gloyalty, **** ain't loyal, **** no loyalty
Bitch, I'm in the stu
I'm working, I need to get a coupe, need a 'Rari
And a Bugatti
Need a gun with a few bodies
Need some Benjis in my pocket
Need my fuckin' rocket like I'm Yao
I need a house with ten models
I need some weed and some bottles (I need some weed and some bottles)
Written by: Keith Cozart
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