Letra de Video Shoot - Chief Keef

(Feat. ian)

Hey

"ian, wake yo' ass up, always smokin' weed"

I was late to my last show 'cause I was smokin' weed

I just caught a flight and woke up eatin' new cuisine

Spent time with a five and turned that bitch to a Hadid

Plane back to Cali', I need gas at my doorstep

Boy run his mouth, I'm runnin' straight to his ho crib (Bitch)

I could give a goddamn who you roll with

I'm O.T. 'cause ain't no Winfrey, shoutout Oprah

Had to leave you quick, this freaky bitch kept tryna film me

Always chattin' shit, boy, you worse than Wendy Williams

Tried of all these sorry hoes always tellin' sob story

Get up off my couch and get a motherfuckin' job, shorty

S-s-so much mud in my cup, bitch, I'd prolly leave a stain

Should've bought some real estate, my dumbass bought a chain

Ridin' with my killers, bitch, we make you feel some pain

So damn high, a nigga startin' to talk like Johnny Dang

Baby, Sosa always want the colors with some wings

That's why I go up and set that Lambo' on them things

Run up on the gang, we take your bitch-ass to the range

Send you to the sky, you're just not goin' on a plane

Nigga, I don't know you, I don't wanna shake your hand

Life give you lemons, make a lemonade stand

Money over bitches, nigga, we only chasin' bands

Three things I won't take: shit, pussy, and a stand

Seen me in the hood? I probably sold your ass a kilo

And when I was broke, bitches still was droppin' steelo

On a Lamborghini yacht, ho, I ain't settlin' for a speedboat

Bought my cars cash, so them bitches can't get repo'd

Plane back to Cali', I need gas at my doorstep

Boy run his mouth, I'm runnin' straight to his ho crib (Bitch)

I could give a goddamn who you roll with

I'm O.T. 'cause ain't no Winfrey, shoutout Oprah

Had to leave you quick, this freaky bitch kept tryna film me

Always chattin' shit, boy, you worse than Wendy Williams

Tried of all these sorry hoes always tellin' sob story

Get up off my couch and get a motherfuckin' job, shorty

'16 Westbrook, you're cool, but your team suck

Ran up four million in a plain fuckin' T-shirt

I could take your ass to school, get to teachin'

No, I don't remember what you told me, I was geeked, bitch

Boy, you gettin' way too old for a finsta

Ho straight from 90210, she don't get nothin'

Throwed off a different type of dope, I don't feel nothin'

I could probably pay for your whole bowl with a fit pic'

Treat the 'Rari like a motherfuckin' RipStik

She treat the Molly like it's motherfuckin' candy

I could walk a mile in them sorry-ass sandals

It's paper on the ground, tell me, why the hell I stand up?

On God

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