[Chief Keef]
Think she playin' me, ain't that 'bout a bitch? Ayy (Ain't that 'bout a bitch?)
On my wrist, bitch, that is 'bout a brick, ayy (That is 'bout a brick)
Come this way, play you like a mixtape (Play you like a mixtape, yeah)
She say my dick is 'bout how much a brick weigh
(Damn, son, where'd you find this?)
(Ear Drummers)
It's the DIRTY NACHOS (Yung Rari, Yung Rari)
Hit the gas station
Doritos, no meat, extra cheese
That's the lick
(What the fuck is DIRTY NACHOS?)
(Yung Rari, Yung Rari)
(Ear Drummers)
[Chief Keef]
I know you going through some shit (Going through some shit)
Keep it going, you gon' be lit, ayy (You gon' be lit)
I know you dream of chains and a wrist (Chains and a wrist, Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit)
When you forty, is you gon' exist? Ayy (Is you gon' exist?)
Take my goals and scratch 'em off the list (Scratch 'em off the list, scratch 'em off)
And you know that we gotta pay the rent, ayy (Gotta pay the rent)
See them snakes and they gonna hiss (They gonna hiss, yeah)
Ain't no playin' me, girl, I ain't a flick (Girl, I ain't a flick, Trap-A-Holics)
Think she playin' me, ain't that 'bout a bitch? Ayy (Ain't that 'bout a bitch?)
On my wrist, bitch, that is 'bout a brick, ayy (That is 'bout a brick)
Come this way, play you like a mixtape (Play it like a mixtape, yeah)
She say my dick is 'bout how much a brick weigh ('Bout how much a brick weigh, real trap shit)
Niggas houses lookin' haunted, I don't even want that shit (No, no, no)
He can have her, he want that bitch (Nah)
She like to listen to "That's It"
She ain't know my dick was that big (Nah, nah)
Walk and talk, then I hit my hit
Sara Lee, let me get my bread
Kick that bitch out of my bed (Get out)
You ain't hood, boy, you a fed
Knock your ass out like Craig
I'ma journey in the middle like Shrek
I be on gang shit all day
Beat went off again? Oh my God
[Chief Keef]
What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (Lemonade)
We got clips like the promenade (Like the promenade)
Blowin' up like a damn grenade (Boom, damn grenade)
I'm an arsenal, tryna set ablaze (Set ablaze)
Cops tryna get us every day (Every day)
Granny was on minimum wage (Minimum wage, granny)
You a dog, but have you been in the cage? (You been in the cage? No)
[Chief Keef]
I'm standin' in a line of apples (Yeah)
I'm standin' in a line of lines (Lines)
If I asked her how she doin', you know she fine (Bang, bang)
I hit that bitch so hard that she see stars
Might have to beat her boyfriend, let me mop
She told me give her Uber and three stars
She like, "Why you ain't take me in your car?" (I'm like, "Nah")
[Chief Keef]
What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (Lemonade)
We got clips like the promenade (Like the promenade)
Blowin' up like a damn grenade (Boom, damn grenade)
I'm an arsenal, tryna set ablaze (Set ablaze)
Cops tryna get us every day (Every day)
Granny was on minimum wage (Minimum wage, granny)
You a dog, but have you been in the cage? (You been in the cage? No)
What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (Lemonade)
We got clips like the promenade (Like the promenade)
Blowin' up like a damn grenade (Boom, damn grenade)
I'm an arsenal, tryna set ablaze (Set ablaze)
Cops tryna get us every day (Every day)
Granny was on minimum wage (Minimum wage, granny)
You a dog, but have you been in the cage? (You been in the cage? No)
What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (Yung Rari, Yung Rari, Lemonade)
We got clips like the promenade (Like the promenade)
Blowin' up like a damn grenade (Yung Rari, Yung Rari, Boom, damn grenade)
I'm an arsenal, tryna set ablaze (Yung Rari, Yung Rari, set ablaze)
Cops tryna get us every day (Every day)
Granny was on minimum wage (Minimum wage, granny)
You a dog, but have you been in the cage? (Yung Rari, Yung Rari, you been in the cage? No)
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