Lyrics Chief Keef – Less Speed

Point me to the racks please
Before I make this fuckin’ mac squeeze (beep beep)
Don’t make me, make these racks sneeze
You little niggas is some pet-peeves

You know I got the hammer even in my pajamas
He is not a member, we don’t want him around us
Smoking on this dope pack, how much you give a pound for?
I can get you real dope, stop lookin cause you found him
Accelerate then hit the gas, we don’t fuck witchu’, we sped pass
We rolled pass then doubled back, let down the window then upped the Mac
Like FAH-FAH-FAH tell’em that
Folded up put it back in duffel bag
Gotta blick on me I’m bussin that
Swear it ain’t shit here tough as that
If you was bout it nigga, you would buss back
These hoes nigga I ain’t trusting that
These bitches nigga I ain’t loving that
Imma hit once and I’m appointing that
Man fuck you niggas, I ain’t stuntin’ that
Put em’ inna cycle like a laundromat
I’m high as hell of this onion pack
And I’m riding round in this iron man

Point me to the racks please
Before I make this fuckin’ mac squeeze (beep beep)
Don’t make me, make these racks sneeze
You little niggas is some pet-peeves

She want me to fuck her, I’m so low off stamina
She’s a fuckin’ freak too, she put up some cameras
She got that non-stick shit, Imma name her Pamela
I be poppin’ big shit I’m living spectacular
I gotta bitch named Tabatha, flip her like spatula
And the way she suck me, I cannot be mad at her
Imma fuckin’ changed man, I cannot be draggin’ her
Stay gettin’ the same bands, but my Louis lavender

Point me to the racks please
Before I make this fuckin’ mac squeeze (beep beep)
Don’t make me, make these racks sneeze
You little niggas is some pet-peeves
Up in traffic where you catch me
So much ice I can jet ski
This bitch wish she never met me
I told her more breaks, less speed