Chief Keef - First 48 lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - First 48 lyrics]
AON bang
A-a-a-on aon aon bang, Chief Keef
Make some money, money moves, yeah
Yeah, bang, bang, bang
Chief Keef on the syrup
You peons give it up (Peons give it up)
Shot Glock held with us
Top money, bitch, we up
(Top money, racks, yeah)
Speakin' real shit, my niggas
We blowin' shit (blowin' shit)
Trigger finger, hit your bitch
RIP gone off the shit's
(Gone off the shit's)
Them niggas will get you killed
Them niggas you walkin' wit'
(You walkin' with)
So high off the marmelade
I'll take a bitch and enroll her
But I really wanna have follow her
Cause I'm Chiеf Keef and I'm done with her
That loud smoke, yеah, shit's stanky
Fuck Chief Keef and get famous
And fuck these and these new bitches
Hoes on my dick from last year
But I'm dope as fuck, we sellin' them hoes
I don't even want them so bring that cash in
3Hunna, Glory Boyz
Get off my dick because we
Done fucked you last year
Bitches saying I'm weak so pussy
Nigga what's up with shit?
Chief, I go hard, ain't playing with a bitch
And if we get to sweeping
We got some shells for a nigga back
Backing in this bitch, throw them sets
Up, throw the wrong set up
The fire may be very up
Been swagging out the roof, not a damn care
And you ain't where I am, you ain't O'block
You ain't that school
Bitch I do this shit, always drilling
Never leave to my fans, they'll be rich
Snitch niggas, find the eight, ugh
A-a-a-on aon aon bang, Chief Keef
Make some money, money moves, yeah
Yeah, bang, bang, bang
Chief Keef on the syrup
You peons give it up (Peons give it up)
Shot Glock held with us
Top money, bitch, we up
(Top money, racks, yeah)
Speakin' real shit, my niggas
We blowin' shit (blowin' shit)
Trigger finger, hit your bitch
RIP gone off the shit's
(Gone off the shit's)
Them niggas will get you killed
Them niggas you walkin' wit'
(You walkin' with)
So high off the marmelade
I'll take a bitch and enroll her
But I really wanna have follow her
Cause I'm Chiеf Keef and I'm done with her
That loud smoke, yеah, shit's stanky
Fuck Chief Keef and get famous
And fuck these and these new bitches
Hoes on my dick from last year
But I'm dope as fuck, we sellin' them hoes
I don't even want them so bring that cash in
3Hunna, Glory Boyz
Get off my dick because we
Done fucked you last year
Bitches saying I'm weak so pussy
Nigga what's up with shit?
Chief, I go hard, ain't playing with a bitch
And if we get to sweeping
We got some shells for a nigga back
Backing in this bitch, throw them sets
Up, throw the wrong set up
The fire may be very up
Been swagging out the roof, not a damn care
And you ain't where I am, you ain't O'block
You ain't that school
Bitch I do this shit, always drilling
Never leave to my fans, they'll be rich
Snitch niggas, find the eight, ugh