Chief Keef - Entry lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - Entry lyrics]
Sosa baby
Bally keep that semi
Ridin' fast swervin' in that new Bentley
(GBE) don't talk about cars we got plenty
Pulling up in foreign cars in the entry
We pull up Cats, you don't see the hemis
Young nigga eating good, how he so skinny?
Don't talk about pipes, we got plenty
Bitch we was the youngest niggas
Up in the city
With a lil bitch she so sadity
I was with them bad boys, I felt like Diddy
Now I pull up, Ferrari, Bentley
If you looking for my jewelry
I keeps it with me
I just slid down on em, they looking shitty
How she having all that ass
And she so skinny?
All these white clouds of smoke
This shit smell pissy
I gotta gift and I'm gonna send
That bitch down your chimney
Bitch they know Chief Sosa
Putting that work in
Every time I hit the block
The police be lurking
The diamonds on my wrist be foot working
Tell Madea she was right cuz
They ain't no nurthing (nothing)
My chain got your bitch just stuck, flirting
Boy I ain't the Lord I ain't having mercy
November stuff his ass like a turkey
And I'm sharp as a bitch
I can scratch the surface
Sign my name on her titties in cursive
And I had her on her knees
Like that man that she worship
And I'm sharper than the man
That be running them churches
I'll have my shorty pop your
Bitch ass like a perky
They love Sosa, got them semis
Steady pressing the red button
Cuz bitch I'm busy here to kill or fuck his
Wife that bitch not risky
At the hotel I clap that shit like Missy
Play gangster
Went to jail that bitch turn sissy
Make his ass drink a bullet
He taste like whiskey
My lil cousin so fried, that bitch so crispy
But he play with lil cousin
That bitch make history
Bally keep that semi
Ridin' fast swervin' in that new Bentley
Talking bout cars, we got plenty
And I'm hoppin' in the Rari
But I'm wearing skinnys
I can fit a 30 clip in my skinnys
I'll hit fat boy with it and make him skinny
I had bitches way back when
I smoked them skimpys
Put a bullet in your heart
And make that bitch empty
And the way this bitch spit
This the illest MC
Smack a nigga bodyguard, I feel like Nipsey
I just told a bitch peace, It's like a hippy
And I had to bring my pipe
Cuz shit sound iffy
I'll break a nigga balls
Believe it like Ripley's
I'll stick a pussy nigga like botox lips be
I'll smoke a nigga today, tomorrow, this week
So if you don't wanna get popped
Then don't come near me
Bally keep that semi
Ridin' fast swervin' in that new Bentley
(GBE) don't talk about cars we got plenty
Pulling up in foreign cars in the entry
We pull up Cats, you don't see the hemis
Young nigga eating good, how he so skinny?
Don't talk about pipes, we got plenty
Bitch we was the youngest niggas
Up in the city
With a lil bitch she so sadity
I was with them bad boys, I felt like Diddy
Now I pull up, Ferrari, Bentley
If you looking for my jewelry
I keeps it with me
I just slid down on em, they looking shitty
How she having all that ass
And she so skinny?
All these white clouds of smoke
This shit smell pissy
I gotta gift and I'm gonna send
That bitch down your chimney
Bitch they know Chief Sosa
Putting that work in
Every time I hit the block
The police be lurking
The diamonds on my wrist be foot working
Tell Madea she was right cuz
They ain't no nurthing (nothing)
My chain got your bitch just stuck, flirting
Boy I ain't the Lord I ain't having mercy
November stuff his ass like a turkey
And I'm sharp as a bitch
I can scratch the surface
Sign my name on her titties in cursive
And I had her on her knees
Like that man that she worship
And I'm sharper than the man
That be running them churches
I'll have my shorty pop your
Bitch ass like a perky
They love Sosa, got them semis
Steady pressing the red button
Cuz bitch I'm busy here to kill or fuck his
Wife that bitch not risky
At the hotel I clap that shit like Missy
Play gangster
Went to jail that bitch turn sissy
Make his ass drink a bullet
He taste like whiskey
My lil cousin so fried, that bitch so crispy
But he play with lil cousin
That bitch make history
Bally keep that semi
Ridin' fast swervin' in that new Bentley
Talking bout cars, we got plenty
And I'm hoppin' in the Rari
But I'm wearing skinnys
I can fit a 30 clip in my skinnys
I'll hit fat boy with it and make him skinny
I had bitches way back when
I smoked them skimpys
Put a bullet in your heart
And make that bitch empty
And the way this bitch spit
This the illest MC
Smack a nigga bodyguard, I feel like Nipsey
I just told a bitch peace, It's like a hippy
And I had to bring my pipe
Cuz shit sound iffy
I'll break a nigga balls
Believe it like Ripley's
I'll stick a pussy nigga like botox lips be
I'll smoke a nigga today, tomorrow, this week
So if you don't wanna get popped
Then don't come near me