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chief keef – zero to 250 lyrics

[intro]
ayy
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ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse 1: chief keef]
i say i took n-gga money, and i never gave it back
boss sh-t, ball f-cked your b-tch, boy that’s ball b-tch
small sh-t, i’m just talkin’ sh-t, on my dog sh-t
only the family, huh? how the f-ck these n-ggas crossin’?
got it tatted on me, but i’m glo gang, b-tch, ayy
i don’t smoke regular, i smoke propane, b-tch
facetime gang off your b-tch phone, straight gang sh-t
knock a top off of that top, watch who you play with
but i ain’t gon’ say sh-t, just have shh come spray sh-t
wanna see me? pay me, better have that ffft ready
pull up like the navy, hop out, better have that vroom ready
i want an i8, f-ck a new bentley
only american car i got, that b-tch is two hemi
only f-ckin’ gun i got, that b-tch is two semi
only f-ckin’ thot i got, that b-tch is too pretty (thottie)
and every state, i got thots in two cities
and every plate, i eat lots, so who with me? ayy
try me boy, i hope you got two kidneys
can you take 18 shots like you two 50’s? ayy
just to pull off in that ‘rari, boy, that’s 250
i got evicted out two cribs, and i just got 250
i spent a hundred on my jewelry, the rest, bought trues with it
ayy, them steamers y’all be ridin’, i bought shoes with it
all that stretch gang denied, i brought you in it
ayy, 300 what? 300 tools with me
0 to 300 fast, b-tch, boolin’ it, ayy
foot down that thing with 250
on the dash and you know i act the fool in it
ayy, them earrings in your ear, i bought food with it
stole my daughter’s clothes, boy, your -ss a fool with it
just bought a trap house, ain’t no rooms in it
it’s just vaults in it, and scalps in it
just bought a new car, ain’t no shoes on it
so i’m forgi-ing it, then i’m rollin’ in it
just made a video, ain’t no hoes in it
’cause they all in this sh-t, for the glory in sh-t
just had a shoot out with a few n-ggas so i’m duckin’ this sh-t
and buckin’ this sh-t, they see me bustin’ this b-tch
remember posted on the block, ayy, lovin’ this sh-t
now that i’m the king, b-tch, ain’t no love in this sh-t
’bout my beans, you get b-ttered and sh-t
madre, i’ma f-ck your mother and sh-t, ayy
andalé, gotta pick up that money real quick
at the bank, swear that sh-t be the funniest sh-t
b-tch tryna eat the circle, she thought we was funyuns or some sh-t
never trust a n-gga, and ain’t no love for no b-tch
’cause n-ggas two-faced and hoes be f-ckin’ the clique
so i ran past that pedal, i be f-ckin’ that b-tch

[outro]
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- chief keef lyrics

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