Chief Keef - New Trap lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - New Trap lyrics]
Burr on me, and no it ain't berry
Niggas like "Sosa, what's to you?"
I'm busy working in the stu
It's the new trap, so free Gu'
It's me and Scoo, and Glo and Black Migo
Phew, Bang cEO's
They like "Sosa, what's to you?"
Baby, I'm busy in the stu free Gu'
It's me and Scoo, and Glo and Black Migo
Even though I'm Interscope
Still have niggas at your door
Disrespect Chief Sosa, you gotta go
Like all hail Almighty, there he go
If you got the chain, get that repoed
Tryna compare me like compare a
Ning ding to a 4-O
When I come through your block, bitch
I got ning ding and the 4-O
Now all your hear is sirens
But bitch I ain't scared of no fuckin' po-po
My dear, my dear couple ten in my pocket
Codeine four in a two liter
Actin' like you on that hot shit, boy
You don't want no fever
How you wanna beef if
Vegetarians don't eat it?
I got 10 iPhones 5S's, I don't need it
10 Ks, 10 FNs and 10 Tecs, I don't need it
I'm busy, go and hear about a fool baby
Girl let the rest on me
Taking niggas out like a referee
Ayy, I got pounds all up in the pantry
Got bitches in the living rooms, dancing
I got niggas with choppas and handses
Fuck with King Sosa
They chopping your family
I just bought ten mansions
Ten pounds, ten Macs
Ten nines for ten bandses
Bitch, I need 'bout ten Grammy's
Or I'ma get to bamming
Smoking on dope with the bros, in the studio
Almighty Sosa, Chief Sosa, Almighty Julio
King El Chapo Sosa, Almighty Coolio
Bitch better be sucking dick in
That King Almighty studio
Niggas like "Sosa, what's to you?"
I'm busy working in the stu
It's the new trap, so free Gu'
It's me and Scoo, and Glo and Black Migo
Phew, Bang cEO's
They like "Sosa, what's to you?"
Baby, I'm busy in the stu free Gu'
It's me and Scoo, and Glo and Black Migo
Even though I'm Interscope
Still have niggas at your door
Disrespect Chief Sosa, you gotta go
Like all hail Almighty, there he go
If you got the chain, get that repoed
Tryna compare me like compare a
Ning ding to a 4-O
When I come through your block, bitch
I got ning ding and the 4-O
Now all your hear is sirens
But bitch I ain't scared of no fuckin' po-po
My dear, my dear couple ten in my pocket
Codeine four in a two liter
Actin' like you on that hot shit, boy
You don't want no fever
How you wanna beef if
Vegetarians don't eat it?
I got 10 iPhones 5S's, I don't need it
10 Ks, 10 FNs and 10 Tecs, I don't need it
I'm busy, go and hear about a fool baby
Girl let the rest on me
Taking niggas out like a referee
Ayy, I got pounds all up in the pantry
Got bitches in the living rooms, dancing
I got niggas with choppas and handses
Fuck with King Sosa
They chopping your family
I just bought ten mansions
Ten pounds, ten Macs
Ten nines for ten bandses
Bitch, I need 'bout ten Grammy's
Or I'ma get to bamming
Smoking on dope with the bros, in the studio
Almighty Sosa, Chief Sosa, Almighty Julio
King El Chapo Sosa, Almighty Coolio
Bitch better be sucking dick in
That King Almighty studio