Chief Keef - From A Informant Telling lyrics

Bro what up?
Where are you? Fuck you at?
Um sound crowed as fuck
I’m 'bout to go home, I'm
Tryna, tryna go to you, can I?
I ain't even at the house right now
So when are you gonna be at your house?
I don't know, in a minute
Okay, I'm just gonna go home, I guess

I just want the blue cheese
And the Thousand Islands
Bitch, you want me to punch you
Bitch you wylin'-wylin'
Might not wanna come over here
'cause bitch it's crowded-crowded
Unless you Master P and, bitch
You 'bout it-'bout it
Shawty ass a squirter, that's a talent talent
King-sized beds, what's a pallet pallet
Even in Kindergarten, I wasn't tattle-telling
I ain't generous, I'm not Ellen-Ellen
Life is sweet, nigga, love watermelon
I got green and I'll put it on ya' melon
Bad ass lil' nigga on the corner sellin'
Young nigga hungry, got that mornin' belly
Nigga get money
Don't matter what you sellin'
Tell 'em you a pit, get some dog repellant
Shorty got some time from a informant tellin'
Baby bro like, "Give it to me, nigga
I'ma sell it" baby bro got' take it over
If he smarter wit' it
And I'm smokin' on that musty
Call me armpit-mint
I be lettin' my chain and wrist
Talk to a bunch of bitches
You could get your guy rolled nigga
No Tzaziki at ya' head, no Medusa-'dusa
You know I be wit' gorillas, nigga, Ooka ooka
Even when I'm by myself, I'm a noodle-knocka
Pulled up, shittin' on a nigga Dooka dooka
I know I ain't gotta do it
But I'm a Pistol-tota'
Just in case the opps see me, be like
"There go Sosa"
Gotta' walk the cops off me like
"Let's go Sosa "What the fuck you was just
Doing up in Mexico, sosa?"
Shawty' said, "When's the last time
You been to Chicago, sosa?"
She like, "When the fuck you
Gon' stop smokin' that petrol, sosa?"
She like, "You smokin' gas, but
First it was that retro, sosa"
She like, "You ridin' in foreigns, but
First it was that Metro, sosa"

You drunk? Aye, aye, aye
I do bang, huh
I miss you laughter