Chief Keef - Gloin lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - Gloin lyrics]
GG sports, it's in the game
Ain't no pillow talkers in the game
He's a dork, he's a lame
No you can't hang with the
Gang if you ain't gang
Boy, I know it, know it, know it
You ain't down like a fuckin' doormat
I'm ridin' 'round lookin' for the money
I hop out, I be gloin', gloin', gloin'
Ring, ring, what's on my line?
Girl, it's that, money
I swear it call all the time
Bang, bang! What's that? - My gun
I up this muthafuckin' blow it
Boy, better make it, run
Ding ding, what's that? A pizza pie?
If it's an enemy then I won't be surprised
Ding, ding, it's a friend in a disguise
Nigga act like they with you
They out to get you - aahhh
Smokin' on this chimney
God, look at what you did to me
I'm high these bitches be feelin' me
Aye, aye
GG sports, it's in the game
Ain't no pillow talkers in the gang
He's a dork, he's a lame
No you can't hang with the
Gang if you ain't gang
Boy, I know it, know it, know it
You ain't down like a fuckin' doormat
I'm ridin' 'round lookin' for the money
I hop out, I be gloin', gloin', gloin'
Take a picture, it'll last longer
That lil lady got an ass on her
Chief Sosa, he got that cash on him
Call me Chief YC I got them racks, on racks
On racks on me cloth, I be cuttin' up
I just fronted you some money
And you fuck it up
Goons with me, money with me, take it
Fuck you up
Boy, you say that you's a gangsta
Gotta look you up
Buda, look at what you did to me
Walked in the True Religion store
You know that I got plenty jeans
Johnny Dang, look at what you did to me
Walked up in the jewelry store
Walk out like a damn mini freezer
GG sports, it's in the game
Ain't no pillow talkers in the game
He's a dork, he's a lame
No you can't hang with the
Gang if you ain't gang
Boy, I know it, know it, know it
You ain't down like a fuckin' doormat
I'm ridin' 'round lookin' for the money
I hop out, I be gloin', gloin', gloin'
Ain't no pillow talkers in the game
He's a dork, he's a lame
No you can't hang with the
Gang if you ain't gang
Boy, I know it, know it, know it
You ain't down like a fuckin' doormat
I'm ridin' 'round lookin' for the money
I hop out, I be gloin', gloin', gloin'
Ring, ring, what's on my line?
Girl, it's that, money
I swear it call all the time
Bang, bang! What's that? - My gun
I up this muthafuckin' blow it
Boy, better make it, run
Ding ding, what's that? A pizza pie?
If it's an enemy then I won't be surprised
Ding, ding, it's a friend in a disguise
Nigga act like they with you
They out to get you - aahhh
Smokin' on this chimney
God, look at what you did to me
I'm high these bitches be feelin' me
Aye, aye
GG sports, it's in the game
Ain't no pillow talkers in the gang
He's a dork, he's a lame
No you can't hang with the
Gang if you ain't gang
Boy, I know it, know it, know it
You ain't down like a fuckin' doormat
I'm ridin' 'round lookin' for the money
I hop out, I be gloin', gloin', gloin'
Take a picture, it'll last longer
That lil lady got an ass on her
Chief Sosa, he got that cash on him
Call me Chief YC I got them racks, on racks
On racks on me cloth, I be cuttin' up
I just fronted you some money
And you fuck it up
Goons with me, money with me, take it
Fuck you up
Boy, you say that you's a gangsta
Gotta look you up
Buda, look at what you did to me
Walked in the True Religion store
You know that I got plenty jeans
Johnny Dang, look at what you did to me
Walked up in the jewelry store
Walk out like a damn mini freezer
GG sports, it's in the game
Ain't no pillow talkers in the game
He's a dork, he's a lame
No you can't hang with the
Gang if you ain't gang
Boy, I know it, know it, know it
You ain't down like a fuckin' doormat
I'm ridin' 'round lookin' for the money
I hop out, I be gloin', gloin', gloin'