Album Name : Street Heat 9
Release Date : 2014-05-24
Song Duration : 2:46
Chief Keef Sosa Style
Cristal Face, that's the antidote
Cops pull us over, don't panic ho
Hey, hittin' home runs just like Sammy Sosa
I'm smokin' doobie, you smoke a cantaloupe
I smoke a watermelon, you smokin' fu-pack
Fugazi weed something like reggie
Where they do that at
Bitch I smoke the best O-G
My product better than your Rollie
Who you? I don't know you!
Glock on me, turn your ass to tofu
Turn your ass to Thai food
Do a drive-by by you
Hit you, guarantee I won't miss you
Boy I know your momma's gonna miss you
And kiss you, give her a tissue
Talkin' pull up on the opps get our pistols
Niggas too old, I swear these niggas too grown
I'm too young, where all this water
What the f..ck I'mma do with all this money?
I'mma spend it then get it back
I'mma spend it, just make niggas mad
I'mma spend it, I'm ridin' Jags
I'mma spend it on a f..ckin' M-5, M-6
Hey, hey and a Rari
Hey, pull off, pull up sorry
And no talkin'
You knew that the coppers lurkin'
They lookin' for old money
Because they see me in that tall body
Ridin' round look like Yao Ming
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's almighty
Money in my right and left back pocket
Hey all these bitches polly pocket
All they want is all me pockets
I just told them thottie stop it
I just told them thottie pop it
You gotta little butt
Can you turn it up?
You got some lips, what can you do with them?
Can you handle this pipe?
Girl it probably change your life
I'm rollin' off a flat two
Bitch you know what a flat do
We gonna f..ck all night
We gonna bust all night
Glowin' hard bitch, I bust all the light
Too cold, I bust all the pipes
Like Dro say, when you're right, you're right