chief keef - who is that lyrics
[hook]
boy my f-cking watch cost a brick
and my favorite car, the x6
stop the f-cking flexing boy you not with the sh-ts
point this pistol at his stomach, blow a n-gga sh-t back
we take streets and start locking these sh-ts
these choppa sh-lls the same size as a budweiser 6 pack
got some money still tote choppas and sh-t
knock knock at my door, i’m at the peep hole like who is that?
(who the f-ck is this? who the f-ck is this? f-ck is this? who the f-ck is this?)
[verse 1 ]
what you need, a f-cking six pack?
knocking on my door, is you with the d-mn feds?
what you need a f-cking 10 pack?
give me a hundred, p-ssy you can get that
you say f-ck glo out your mouth, we push your f-cking wig back
we got pistols in the club, f-ck security, we slid that
i flow so hard, it made bulletproof sh-t crack
i’m snoop dizzle, i’m the motherf-cking shiznat
i’m rolling in that koenigsegg, the car that
all the hoes wanna give a kiss (thotty! thotty!)
i’m smoking on that p-ss sack
it smell like i just gone done taking a p-ss
you smoking on that sh-t pack
and it smell like you just got done taking a sh-t
imma customize a sig mac
cause you ain’t never seen that sh-t
she suck my d-ck, i gave that b-tch a tic-tac
then told that ho to get the f-ck out my sh-t (get out my car)
they come through gates, now we coming in the back (we in the back of that thang)
catch yo -ss barbecue you in with that (in that f-cking thang)
dear mister your honor, i ain’t sinning yet (your honor)
i’m just getting money i’m all in with that
he should’ve could’ve would’ve he boy you couldn’t sh-t (you couldn’t have been that)
it’s back from the dead 2, i’m zombie-ing b-tch
[hook]
boy my f-cking watch cost a brick
and my favorite car, the x6
stop the f-cking flexing boy you not with the sh-ts
point this pistol at his stomach, blow a n-gga sh-t back
we take streets and start locking these sh-ts
these choppa sh-lls the same size as a budweiser 6 pack
got some money still tote choppas and sh-t
knock knock at my door, i’m at the peep hole like who is that?
[verse 2]
pull off coming back, turn you into a running back
pull up in new jersey, mapes and bergen n-gga, slump yo -ss
i’m off the henny, and the pepsis, xanax, and the thrax
in the flesh, pull up leave a n-gga flat
leave a n-gga on his back, he should’ve f-cking had his back-up
bullets gave him a disease (to his tummy)
now this p-ssy need a f-cking checkup
bullets gave his -ss the hiccups
you want war? n-gga get up
i’m an artist, i paint pictures n-gga, i bang n-gga
[hook]
boy my f-cking watch cost a brick
and my favorite car, the x6
stop the f-cking flexing boy you not with the sh-ts
point this pistol at his stomach, blow a n-gga sh-t back
we take streets and start locking these sh-ts
these choppa sh-lls the same size as a budweiser 6 pack
got some money still tote choppas and sh-t
knock knock at my door, i’m at the peep hole like who is that?
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