Chief Keef - Lola Bunny lyrics

Loads of money 'cause I'm arrogant
Riding with Lola Bunny 'cause I got carrots
Riding with Lola Bunny 'cause I got carrots
In this room with tons of money
'cause I'm arrogant somebody call Bud up
Tell him we finna air it
Urm mm urr nn errr 'cause I'm servin'
And I smoke blunts in the
Air 'cause I'm arrogant
Urm mm urr nn errr 'cause I'm arrogant

Ice cream sprinkles in the, chain
No, you can't hang if you ain't, gang
Bitch, stop merging, stay up in yo', lane
Fuck you take the hit for if
You ain't got no aim?
All these niggas rockin' with the, gang
Glock 40 that rock ya witcha, chain
The Jeep truck took off from the Mustang
The fuck you take the ride for
If you weren't on a thang?
The fuck you in the whip
For if you ain't squeezin'?
You ain't with the shit's
Then you should be leavin'
Free all my shortiеs out the damn prison
Loud pack bust my ear drums
I can't hear shit
Pussy got that fakе ice on, he embarrassed
I paid 3K for this scarf, I'm not a terrorist
Got out the cage and flew right
Past you like a parrot
Ridin' with Lola the Bunny
'cause I got carrots
Told that ho' don't talk to
Me because I'm married
She said her man got a chain
But he don't ever wear it
Baby, I can track the money
No matter where it is
You gon' see me pullin' up
Wheels spinnin' like Ferris wheels
You gon' see me sildin' by shinier
That's some tyre shine
Accordin' to my watch
You can get up with me at anytime
Pull up super charge
Like meet me down at the finish line
The shit they said when I
Was young, I'm older, man, i get it now
The bitch done went and got her face done
She think she pretty now
The bitch done went and got her ass done
She think she pokin' now
She got her buns out, it's hot out
She think she smokin' now
Took the bitch heart and ran away
I think she broken now
I got bread, I can't be loafin' now
Slid the car right to your slot
It's a token now if I get caught
Won't depend on no bitch don't hold me down
I'll shoot a nigga like "kuh"
That's the Kobe sound
Young nigga you ridin' with a jock
They'll hold it down
'Fore you be onside of the law
You don't know us now
Then you got a nigga like me
Who gon' know it's them
And I know they ran my fuckin' plates
Like I know it's him
Bitch, get out my fuckin' face
If you don't know wassam
Gave a bitch a blunt and a bottle
Now it's going down
All these bitches love fuckin' rappers, man
They going 'round
Just sent the brick, drywall
You know I tore it down
Bitch, get the fuck out the truck
If you don't know what's up
Strap on my M13, showin’ my shoulder love
Ain't no front-end, back-end
I don't go to clubs
Baby, let the cars back in
I'm tryna show the club
Hold on, niggas on some snake shit
Mow the club gang gang, walked in
Coolin’ tryna glow the club
Desert Eagle so big
This bitch'll blow the club
You think this shit a game, well phew
Had to show the club
Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew