Chief Keef - 12 Bars lyrics

(Holiday Season, Commission)
(Ha ha haha) on foenem
(Boy my greatness) i'm all over here, uh
(One and only, DJ Holiday, Sosa)
(Chief Keef) Ha ha haha (Sosa) yeah
(Chi Town, i knew you've been waiting on
This one) Turn up
(Bang 2, nigga, let's work)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
(Street music at it's finest)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
(yeah, Commission)
(Glory Boyz, O-Block)
(300, what's up?)
(It's Holiday Season bitch)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
(I gave y'all niggas a whole summer)
(We gave y'all niggas a whole summer)
(Back to work nigga, More cars)
(More bitches) , haha ayy, ayy, ayy
(More money, Talk to 'em, Sosa)

Got his bitch trippin' 'cause she seen me
Thought she was off a trippy stick
Don't know why she sneak dissin' me
Say he got a shrimpy dick
Pull off in that Rari
Now they think I'm on some fishy shit
Two year ago I didn't have no car
I was on that come get me shit
Two years ago I didn't have no job
I was on that young drilla shit
Posted on the block with the Glock
Tryna drill some shit
Don't give no fuck, that thot with the opps
I'ma drill a bitch
And I swear these opps know how I rock
Glo until I be killed
I don't want your bitch, boy
I'ma see if I can fit my schedule
I won't wife a bitch, boy
These bitches be goin' everywhere
I don't care about goin' to jail
They treat me like heaven there
'Fore I let a nigga try to kill me
I'ma send his ass 11 shells