chief keef – text lyrics
[intro]
beat gains
stuntman
sosa baby
[chorus]
runnin’ up that sack
smokin’ on this dope, also known as pack
and we got them gats, we won’t cut no slack
in these fendi slacks, i be speakin’ facts
i’m all about a stack
big -ss blunts of thrax, and that be the og, just to be exact
she like how i flex, so she want some s-x
i don’t wanna talk
she don’t wanna text
[verse 1]
please don’t cross the gun line, gon’ cost you your sunshine
and i got the d-line lookin’ like a lunch line
and today is payday, so you know it’s crunch time
got my ar with me, that’s my lil’ sunshine
pour that codeine up, it’s ’bout that get drunk time
you gon catch your deer, i’ma go and hunt mine
got the utensils b-tch i got the supplies
y’all my shorties so, when you see me say “what up dad!”
ain’t no puff, puff-p-ss, boy i had a rough past
in the second grade i had a bb in my lunch bag
you know the streets is [?] get stuck like a thumb tack
foe nem took yo choppa from you, come and getcho drum back
[chorus]
runnin’ up that sack
smokin’ on this dope, also known as pack
and we got them gats, we won’t cut no slack
in these fendi slacks, i be speakin’ facts
i’m all about a stack
big -ss blunts of thrax, and that be the og, just to be exact
she like how i flex, so she want some s-x
i don’t wanna talk
she don’t wanna text
[verse 2]
i’ma pour this pint up in some lemon lime
you can get yo sh-t split, f-ckin’ wit’ me n’ the guys
mobbin’ with some big sh-t, don’t pay us no mind
hit you wit’ some big hits, won’t take us no time
your b-tch want this big d-ck, she not even fine
pockets be on be big b-tch, i’m not even lyin’
this sh-t is off the f-ckin’ dome, i’m not even tryin’
it ain’t hard to get up wit’ me, i’m not even hidin’
bwoy that old -ss benz, you not even slidin’
hit yo’ b-tch from the back, she gone let me have it
b-tch i’m all about the dollas like i play with dallas
turn this sh-t malfunction, texting me could get tragedy
bang
this sh-t is crazy
i’m a 90’s baby, i know nothin’ bout the 80’s
hit you from atlanta, take a l, look like mcgrady
we was really warrin’, i looked up and god just saved me
[chorus]
runnin’ up that sack
smokin’ on this dope, also known as pack
and we got them gats, we won’t cut no slack
in these fendi slacks, i be speakin’ facts
i’m all about a stack
big -ss blunts of thrax, and that be the og just to be exact
she like how i flex, so she want some s-x
i don’t wanna talk
she don’t wanna text
bang!
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