Chief Keef, Zaytoven - 3rd Person lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef, Zaytoven - 3rd Person lyrics]
Zaytoven
I got itchy palms i just left Saint Laurent
Runnin' up the guap
What I am I am, what I'm not I'm not
Life is fabulous it's the crack of dawn
Niggas act real low i put that shit on folks
It's tension, let me know (Let me know)
I keep shit a C note (A C note)
Fuck Chief Keef, he broke
(Fuck Chief Keef, he broke)
My clip hold three oh (Hold three oh)
Baby, suck it for me slow (For me slow)
You tired, then let me know
(Let me know, bitch)
I can send you home (Home)
That Uber won't be long
(Won't be long, skrrt)
She wanna sniff a slope
She walk around with coke
Had F's on my report card
Now I got F's on my coat
Walked in there, buy a boat
I need helicopter, I got hella choppers, yeah
Scoops is telescopic, bounce
Around like grasshoppers, uh
I ain't got no choice but do
This shit for my dead partners, uh
Oh, you want some beef? Well
Welcome to the Red Robins, uh
I just left Minnesota, I BBC'd my jacket, uh
Shawty bouncin' that ass
I think she want me to smack it that H3
Niggas ain't fuckin' 'round
With these faggies
I don't want the ho again, nigga
I already done had it
Man, these lil' niggas crab
Call 'em red lobster
Thought you was playin' with
The gang, aw yeah, partner
In Marina del Ray with a bitch named Lana
Flipped a switch on a bitch
And I DameDot 'em
Fuck Chief Keef, he a ho (Fuck Chief Keef)
That nigga don't got no poles
He don't live that shit he talk (Nah)
Fuck GBE, they soft (Fuck GBE)
This a gang of dons, we got a gang of guns
I don't give guns to my son
My daddy gave me one
Fuck Chief Keef, he ain't havin'
Them niggas are not savage, yeah
Come meet my automatic, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
God said let thy have it, uh
Gang slip, sign right up we can get right up
Split your shit right up, uh, uh, uh
Then we split right up
I got itchy palms i just left Saint Laurent
Runnin' up the guap
What I am I am, what I'm not I'm not
Life is fabulous it's the crack of dawn
Niggas act real low i put that shit on folks
It's tension, let me know (Let me know)
I keep shit a C note (A C note)
Fuck Chief Keef, he broke
(Fuck Chief Keef, he broke)
My clip hold three oh (Hold three oh)
Baby, suck it for me slow (For me slow)
You tired, then let me know
(Let me know, bitch)
I can send you home (Home)
That Uber won't be long
(Won't be long, skrrt)
She wanna sniff a slope
She walk around with coke
Had F's on my report card
Now I got F's on my coat
Walked in there, buy a boat
I need helicopter, I got hella choppers, yeah
Scoops is telescopic, bounce
Around like grasshoppers, uh
I ain't got no choice but do
This shit for my dead partners, uh
Oh, you want some beef? Well
Welcome to the Red Robins, uh
I just left Minnesota, I BBC'd my jacket, uh
Shawty bouncin' that ass
I think she want me to smack it that H3
Niggas ain't fuckin' 'round
With these faggies
I don't want the ho again, nigga
I already done had it
Man, these lil' niggas crab
Call 'em red lobster
Thought you was playin' with
The gang, aw yeah, partner
In Marina del Ray with a bitch named Lana
Flipped a switch on a bitch
And I DameDot 'em
Fuck Chief Keef, he a ho (Fuck Chief Keef)
That nigga don't got no poles
He don't live that shit he talk (Nah)
Fuck GBE, they soft (Fuck GBE)
This a gang of dons, we got a gang of guns
I don't give guns to my son
My daddy gave me one
Fuck Chief Keef, he ain't havin'
Them niggas are not savage, yeah
Come meet my automatic, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
God said let thy have it, uh
Gang slip, sign right up we can get right up
Split your shit right up, uh, uh, uh
Then we split right up