Lyrics Chief Keef – Fireman

Intro:
Fuck, damn
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!

YoungBoy Never Broke Again:

Landlord of the North, like Nino (Nino)
Lot of money on me, like C-Note (C-Note)
Strapped up, got Glock on my waist, oh
Chief Keef flex hard, like Big Sos’ (Big Sos’)
Make love, fall out on a kilo (Oh)
Talk down but they count on me though (Oh)
I could start up the car with no key hole
These niggas ain’t comin’ like me, no (Yeah)

I got on dope, and it’s supreme
Styling so hard, I make you collapse
Studio go hard, I ain’t taking no bath
All day I’ve been working inside of the lab
I ain’t ever got to write ’cause I know how to rap
They tell me slow down, ’cause I’m moving too fast
Uber too far so I hop in the cab
Hop on the jet, take a flight to the Carib’ (Huh)
Got luck, like a four leaf clover (Leaf Clover)
Full of drugs like I’m never sober (Huh, huh)

When you in that fire, I’m the only who can save you
Why you say that? I’m the fireman
Go ask about me, I never ran
Young nigga with whole lotta bands
I be losing my mind when I’m boxed in
I make that bitch do a handstand
Lot of dope in a car, I’m Saran Man
Lot of molly in me like I’m a Sandman

Landlord of the North, like Nino (Nino)
Lot of money on me, like C-Note (C-Note)
Strapped up, got a Glock on my waist, oh
Chief Keef flex hard, like Big Sos’ (Big Sos’)
Make love, fall out on a kilo (Oh)
Talk down but they count on me though (Oh)
I could start up the car with no key hole
These niggas ain’t comin’ like me, no (Yeah)

Chief Keef:
Got a Gucci headband like I’m AI (Gucci)
Put a nigga in a Mac tell him FaceTime (bang)
Folks ‘nem took tons, see you take time (huh?)
All this money on my watch, I can’t waste time (bling)
All this mula that I make I could waste shells (Frrr)
Bitch wipe me down like a windshield (Bih)
She read my tats, I’m a Kindle (Ha)
I just met a bitch look like Kendall (Yeah)
Used to have a.38 like YoungBoy (Bang)
Hit you with this fully auto drum, boy (Bang)
When you hear pow-pow, run boy (Bang)
Explosive car outside making damn noise (Vyuum, vyuum)
We blowin’ them, can we get the drum roll
Like a Gmail, looking unfold (Bang)
I’m sipping drink out the punch bowl (Lean)
How you gonna catch up running slow? (Han, Han?)
Damn, I know (Ayy)

YoungBoy Never Broke Again:
Landlord of the North, like Nino (Nino)
Lot of money on me, like C-Note (C-Note)
Strapped up, got Glock on my waist, oh
Chief Keef flex hard, like Big Sos’ (Big Sos’)
Make love, fall out on a kilo (Oh)
Talk down but they count on me though (Oh)
I could start up the car with no key hole
These niggas ain’t comin’ like me, no (Yeah)