Lyrics Chief Keef – No Hook Gang
Text:
Andy Milonakis:
Milonakis bitch, there are killers in my clique
Glo boy, dough boy, gorillas in the mist
Your Bentley ain’t shit and your ‘Rari ain’t sick
The meditating heavyweight pouring out a fifth
Now you see my dark side, I am Lord Sith
Invisible watches on my fat wrist
And if you’re that bitch, you can get a fat dick
Who you think you’re working? No, not me
I’m live-er than your internet ready TV
I stayed Glo’d up like a firefly, firefly
I’m higher than high, leave you lying in lie
And I’m blowing stronger O’s than Oprah
Cause bitch I’m deeper than fucking Deepak Chopra, bitch
Chief Keef:
My pistol come through singing on the low
This ain’t for them and you him you know
I pull up, I come through lay ’em on the floor
I got cake on the floor and cake up on my Tru’s
I got cake in my pocket, cake up on my shoe
If you ain’t talking about the cake, it ain’t got shit to do with me
I come through chopper G-Un
Cause we heard you got that yayo, the bank, and you got 50 piece
You better hire fucking Young Buck
Come through with that Mack Maine bullet skateboard
Weezy-We, you better have your fucking mob deep
Cause the heat and the fees be my prodigy
Lil boy I was up trapping when y’all was sleep
Me and Benji we had went out to eat
I got swag dripping out my fucking palm key
Usually I come through in a ‘Rari
Now I don’t give a motherfuck about it
I’m a Glo boy, grown boy, what you know B
You don’t know shit, til I have my belt glowing
Pull up pull off, why you got a slow leak
You want beef you can have a proper hogie
I come through clip longer than a mess on police
I got shells that spell every letter in ho shit
Album
Chief Keef – Chief Keef - The Leek, Vol. 2
