Chief Keef - Go To Jail lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - Go To Jail lyrics]
Phew
Me in house girl and I'm just being trap god
Me in house, my mice would been a trap god
(nah)
All these niggas talk like they trap gods
All this talkin' like they they
I will leave ya bang bang bang
Some millions and you heard ambulance
Niggas mad 'cause they don't know how to aim
All these niggas talk like they trap gods
Talking like they so hard
They ain't never sold hard
And I know that I'm a rapper
I can have thirty niggas up in your yard
And I sip too much damn lean
And you would think I always had a cold
And his bitch saw my pistol and touched it
I'm like, "What you touched that for?"
Unless you finna shoot some shit for So
Don't touch my pistol
'Cause I don't wanna have to blow ya
'Cause I don't wanna have to go to jail
I'm high as fuck like oh well
Shooting shit like hold them
He said he know me, I don't know him
I'm flexing on these niggas, no gym
I got indicted selling coke and selling dope
I don't wanna do that shit no more
But you can come and sell it for me though
Don't tell nobody on me though
I don't wanna have to move to Puerto Rico
And change everything on my ID though
'Cause I'll never snitch on my 'migos
'Cause when I bought 6 from him
He gave me 4 more
All these niggas talk like they trap gods
Talking like they so hard
They ain't never sold hard
And I know that I'm a rapper
I can have thirty niggas up in your yard
And I sip too much damn lean
And you would think I always had a cold
And his bitch saw my pistol and touched it
I'm like, "What you touched that for?"
Unless you finna shoot some shit for So
Don't touch my pistol
'Cause I don't wanna have to blow ya
'Cause I don't wanna have to go to jail
Don't stalk me now, got a Glock on me now
Wish a nigga would try to follow me, bow!
But the block hot, the cops hot
Finna go to New Orleans, see the Mardi Gras
She a hot thot, she was already dropped
I'm tryna see if money love me or not
But I think money love me a lot
Try to take my shit, let the chopper fly
Like grah grah, grah grah
Chopper going for 'em like rah rah
You gon' be like "Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah"
All these niggas talking like they trap god
'Til they ass get robbed
All these niggas talk like they trap gods
Talking like they so hard
They ain't never sold hard
And I know that I'm a rapper
I can have thirty niggas up in your yard
And I sip too much damn lean
And you would think I always had a cold
And his bitch saw my pistol and touched it
I'm like, "What you touched that for?"
Unless you finna shoot some shit for So
Don't touch my pistol
'Cause I don't wanna have to blow ya
'Cause I don't wanna have to go to jail
Me in house girl and I'm just being trap god
Me in house, my mice would been a trap god
(nah)
All these niggas talk like they trap gods
All this talkin' like they they
I will leave ya bang bang bang
Some millions and you heard ambulance
Niggas mad 'cause they don't know how to aim
All these niggas talk like they trap gods
Talking like they so hard
They ain't never sold hard
And I know that I'm a rapper
I can have thirty niggas up in your yard
And I sip too much damn lean
And you would think I always had a cold
And his bitch saw my pistol and touched it
I'm like, "What you touched that for?"
Unless you finna shoot some shit for So
Don't touch my pistol
'Cause I don't wanna have to blow ya
'Cause I don't wanna have to go to jail
I'm high as fuck like oh well
Shooting shit like hold them
He said he know me, I don't know him
I'm flexing on these niggas, no gym
I got indicted selling coke and selling dope
I don't wanna do that shit no more
But you can come and sell it for me though
Don't tell nobody on me though
I don't wanna have to move to Puerto Rico
And change everything on my ID though
'Cause I'll never snitch on my 'migos
'Cause when I bought 6 from him
He gave me 4 more
All these niggas talk like they trap gods
Talking like they so hard
They ain't never sold hard
And I know that I'm a rapper
I can have thirty niggas up in your yard
And I sip too much damn lean
And you would think I always had a cold
And his bitch saw my pistol and touched it
I'm like, "What you touched that for?"
Unless you finna shoot some shit for So
Don't touch my pistol
'Cause I don't wanna have to blow ya
'Cause I don't wanna have to go to jail
Don't stalk me now, got a Glock on me now
Wish a nigga would try to follow me, bow!
But the block hot, the cops hot
Finna go to New Orleans, see the Mardi Gras
She a hot thot, she was already dropped
I'm tryna see if money love me or not
But I think money love me a lot
Try to take my shit, let the chopper fly
Like grah grah, grah grah
Chopper going for 'em like rah rah
You gon' be like "Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah"
All these niggas talking like they trap god
'Til they ass get robbed
All these niggas talk like they trap gods
Talking like they so hard
They ain't never sold hard
And I know that I'm a rapper
I can have thirty niggas up in your yard
And I sip too much damn lean
And you would think I always had a cold
And his bitch saw my pistol and touched it
I'm like, "What you touched that for?"
Unless you finna shoot some shit for So
Don't touch my pistol
'Cause I don't wanna have to blow ya
'Cause I don't wanna have to go to jail