Chief Keef - Guess What Boy lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - Guess What Boy lyrics]
Oh you want that bitch?
You can't have that bitch
She got habit's man
She been around rich nigga too long sosa!
Why hoes be callin' my phone?
Cause hoes just wanna have fun
I be ridin' round with the chrome
Try me then I put one in yo dome
I pump it like guess what boy
I got one up in the head, guess what boy
Yous a little ass boy, little ass shoes
Little ass house, little ass jewels
Little ass you, little ass tool
Little ass bullets, little ass shooter
I pull up with the stick
Then I play some pool
I just got a pool, your ho invited too
I don't how I'm afford that
I know I'm so cool
I ain't go to school, I ain't know the rules
Pull up on me try to score
Gonna front your move
Better be a badass cutie
I'm on you like a s'more
Ridin' with my nina, I ain't go to war
And I got a subpoena, I ain't go to court
Why hoes be callin' my phone?
Cause hoes just wanna have fun
I be ridin' round with the chrome
Try me then I put one in yo dome
I pump it like guess what boy
I got one up in the head, guess what boy
Pull up on your ass and get you boy
Walkin' out the bank I laugh funny boy
When I pull up it's a tragic boy
It's a silencer and a gun
That's me pullin' off in traffic boy
Bling, bling
That's the magic in my necklace boy
Bang, bang
That's the crank up in my ratchet boy
Ding, ding
That's your thot up in my mansion door
Ping, ping, that's the money callin' me boy
Beep, beep, that's me pullin' off with 10 boy
Skeet, skeet
Cause that bitch top terrific boy
Eat, eat, when they see how I'm livin' boy
Why hoes be callin' my phone?
Cause hoes just wanna have fun
I be ridin' round with the chrome
Try me then I put one in yo dome
I pump it like guess what boy
I got one up in the head, guess what boy
You can't have that bitch
She got habit's man
She been around rich nigga too long sosa!
Why hoes be callin' my phone?
Cause hoes just wanna have fun
I be ridin' round with the chrome
Try me then I put one in yo dome
I pump it like guess what boy
I got one up in the head, guess what boy
Yous a little ass boy, little ass shoes
Little ass house, little ass jewels
Little ass you, little ass tool
Little ass bullets, little ass shooter
I pull up with the stick
Then I play some pool
I just got a pool, your ho invited too
I don't how I'm afford that
I know I'm so cool
I ain't go to school, I ain't know the rules
Pull up on me try to score
Gonna front your move
Better be a badass cutie
I'm on you like a s'more
Ridin' with my nina, I ain't go to war
And I got a subpoena, I ain't go to court
Why hoes be callin' my phone?
Cause hoes just wanna have fun
I be ridin' round with the chrome
Try me then I put one in yo dome
I pump it like guess what boy
I got one up in the head, guess what boy
Pull up on your ass and get you boy
Walkin' out the bank I laugh funny boy
When I pull up it's a tragic boy
It's a silencer and a gun
That's me pullin' off in traffic boy
Bling, bling
That's the magic in my necklace boy
Bang, bang
That's the crank up in my ratchet boy
Ding, ding
That's your thot up in my mansion door
Ping, ping, that's the money callin' me boy
Beep, beep, that's me pullin' off with 10 boy
Skeet, skeet
Cause that bitch top terrific boy
Eat, eat, when they see how I'm livin' boy
Why hoes be callin' my phone?
Cause hoes just wanna have fun
I be ridin' round with the chrome
Try me then I put one in yo dome
I pump it like guess what boy
I got one up in the head, guess what boy