Chief Keef - Less Speed lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - Less Speed lyrics]
Point me to the racks, please (Racks, please)
Before I make this fuckin' mac squeeze
(Mac squeeze)
Don't make these fuckin' racks sneeze
(Racks sneeze)
You little niggas is some pet-peeves
(Pet-peeves)
Up in traffic, where you catch me (Catch me)
So much ice, I could jet ski (Jet ski)
This bitch wish she never met me (Met me)
I told her more brakes, less speed
(Less speed)
You know I got the hammer, even in my pajamas
He is not a member
We don't want him around us
Smokin' on this dope pack
How much you get a pound for?
I can get you real dope
Stop lookin' 'cause you found him
Accelerate then hit the gas
We don't fuck witchu', we sped pass
We rolled pass then doubled back
Let down the window then upped the Mac
Like FAH-FAH-FAH, tell 'em that
Folded up put it back in duffel bag
Gotta blick on me, I'm bussin' that
Swear it ain't shit here, tough as that
If you was 'bout it nigga
You would buss back
These hoes nigga, I ain't trustin' that
These bitches nigga, I ain't lovin' that
I'ma hit once and I'm puntin' that
Man, fuck you niggas, I ain't stuntin' that
Put em' in a cycle like a laundromat
I'm high as hell of this onion pack
And I'm ridin' round in this Iron Man
Point me to the racks, please (Racks, please)
Before I make this fuckin' mac squeeze
(Mac squeeze)
Don't make these fuckin' racks sneeze
(Racks sneeze)
You little niggas is some pet-peeves
(Pet-peeves)
Up in traffic, where you catch me (Catch me)
So much ice, I could jet ski (Jet ski)
This bitch wish she never met me (Met me)
I told her more brakes, less speed
(Less speed)
She want me to fuck her
I'm so low off stamina
She's a fuckin' freak too
She put us on camera
She got that non-stick shit
I'ma name her Pamela
I be poppin' big shit, I'm livin' spectacular
I gotta bitch named Tabatha
Flip her like a spatula
And the way she suck me
I cannot be mad at her
I'ma fuckin' changed man
I cannot be draggin' her
Stay gettin' the same bands
But my Louis lavender
Point me to the racks, please (Racks, please)
Before I make this fuckin' mac squeeze
(Mac squeeze)
Don't make these fuckin' racks sneeze
(Racks sneeze)
You little niggas is some pet-peeves
(Pet-peeves)
Up in traffic, where you catch me (Catch me)
So much ice, I could jet ski (Jet ski)
This bitch wish she never met me (Met me)
I told her more brakes, less speed
(Less speed)
Before I make this fuckin' mac squeeze
(Mac squeeze)
Don't make these fuckin' racks sneeze
(Racks sneeze)
You little niggas is some pet-peeves
(Pet-peeves)
Up in traffic, where you catch me (Catch me)
So much ice, I could jet ski (Jet ski)
This bitch wish she never met me (Met me)
I told her more brakes, less speed
(Less speed)
You know I got the hammer, even in my pajamas
He is not a member
We don't want him around us
Smokin' on this dope pack
How much you get a pound for?
I can get you real dope
Stop lookin' 'cause you found him
Accelerate then hit the gas
We don't fuck witchu', we sped pass
We rolled pass then doubled back
Let down the window then upped the Mac
Like FAH-FAH-FAH, tell 'em that
Folded up put it back in duffel bag
Gotta blick on me, I'm bussin' that
Swear it ain't shit here, tough as that
If you was 'bout it nigga
You would buss back
These hoes nigga, I ain't trustin' that
These bitches nigga, I ain't lovin' that
I'ma hit once and I'm puntin' that
Man, fuck you niggas, I ain't stuntin' that
Put em' in a cycle like a laundromat
I'm high as hell of this onion pack
And I'm ridin' round in this Iron Man
Point me to the racks, please (Racks, please)
Before I make this fuckin' mac squeeze
(Mac squeeze)
Don't make these fuckin' racks sneeze
(Racks sneeze)
You little niggas is some pet-peeves
(Pet-peeves)
Up in traffic, where you catch me (Catch me)
So much ice, I could jet ski (Jet ski)
This bitch wish she never met me (Met me)
I told her more brakes, less speed
(Less speed)
She want me to fuck her
I'm so low off stamina
She's a fuckin' freak too
She put us on camera
She got that non-stick shit
I'ma name her Pamela
I be poppin' big shit, I'm livin' spectacular
I gotta bitch named Tabatha
Flip her like a spatula
And the way she suck me
I cannot be mad at her
I'ma fuckin' changed man
I cannot be draggin' her
Stay gettin' the same bands
But my Louis lavender
Point me to the racks, please (Racks, please)
Before I make this fuckin' mac squeeze
(Mac squeeze)
Don't make these fuckin' racks sneeze
(Racks sneeze)
You little niggas is some pet-peeves
(Pet-peeves)
Up in traffic, where you catch me (Catch me)
So much ice, I could jet ski (Jet ski)
This bitch wish she never met me (Met me)
I told her more brakes, less speed
(Less speed)