Chief Keef - No Bap lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - No Bap lyrics]
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy chief So
Protege Beatz
Say young nigga you don't know me
Fuck this nigga, fuck his bap
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Uh, uh)
Ayy, gang, gang, Sosa Baby!
Nana Nana Nah nana Nana Nah (Ayy)
Nana Nana Nah (Bang, Bang)
Nana Nana Nah (Bang, Bang)
Nana Nana Nah (Bang Bang)
Nana Nana Nah (Bang, Bang)
Chief So I go hard
Come gimme a round of applause
Tell Looney Tunes I’m on Mars
You got clips come play your part
You got banana clips smoking on trees
You got shotgun shells OP
I'm in it as you see
Say young nigga you don't know me
Say that I ain’t answer she done
Bitch I was on FaceTime with my son
Baby mama telling me he bad
So I told him don't be holding no guns
Niggas think it's sweet
We gon’ light his ass up for free
And he said he pulling up on me
I’m like click click clack (Owee)
No Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap
No Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap
Prolly ran off with yo pack
Now I can buy your pack know that
It ain't my gat if it ain't no stack
Imma flip the switch and don’t hold back
(yeah) nigga you in them streets
Better buy yourself a piece
Shorty rockin’ that J
'Cause he sell that R-O-C
37 is when it go beep
Nigga we'll seize yo shit police
I’m in it as you see
Tell that bitch fuck with me
Nana Nana Nah nana Nana Nah (Ayy)
Nana Nana Nah (Bang, Bang)
Nana Nana Nah (Bang, Bang)
Nana Nana Nah (Bang Bang)
Nana Nana Nah (Bang, Bang)
Nigga I pull up in a tank
I kick more style than Liu Kang
Opps and the dope tryna team
She just got served blue sayne
My cup lookin’ redder than paint
I drove my granny insane
Boy tryna sell the whole thang
It was gone I was David Blaine
Fuck the FBI, can’t see me about trump
Rob him throw away
Tell that shit out then done
I make more than your lump sum
Can you say that again uh
I'ma need to buy me a third lung
Beam on a nigga no sun
No Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap
No Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap
Prolly ran off with yo pack
Now I can buy your pack know that
It ain't my gat if it ain't no stack
Imma flip the switch and don’t hold back
(yeah) nigga you in them streets
Better buy yourself a piece
Shorty rockin’ that J
'Cause he sell that R-O-C
37 is when it go beep
Nigga we'll seize yo shit police
I’m in it as you see
Tell that bitch fuck with me
Say young nigga you don't know me
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
Ayy, Ayy, gang baby bang Bang
Nana Nana Nah nana Nana Nah (Ayy)
Nana Nana Nah (Bang) nana Nana Nah (Bang)
Nana Nana Nah (Bang) nana Nana Nah
Protege Beatz
Say young nigga you don't know me
Fuck this nigga, fuck his bap
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Uh, uh)
Ayy, gang, gang, Sosa Baby!
Nana Nana Nah nana Nana Nah (Ayy)
Nana Nana Nah (Bang, Bang)
Nana Nana Nah (Bang, Bang)
Nana Nana Nah (Bang Bang)
Nana Nana Nah (Bang, Bang)
Chief So I go hard
Come gimme a round of applause
Tell Looney Tunes I’m on Mars
You got clips come play your part
You got banana clips smoking on trees
You got shotgun shells OP
I'm in it as you see
Say young nigga you don't know me
Say that I ain’t answer she done
Bitch I was on FaceTime with my son
Baby mama telling me he bad
So I told him don't be holding no guns
Niggas think it's sweet
We gon’ light his ass up for free
And he said he pulling up on me
I’m like click click clack (Owee)
No Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap
No Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap
Prolly ran off with yo pack
Now I can buy your pack know that
It ain't my gat if it ain't no stack
Imma flip the switch and don’t hold back
(yeah) nigga you in them streets
Better buy yourself a piece
Shorty rockin’ that J
'Cause he sell that R-O-C
37 is when it go beep
Nigga we'll seize yo shit police
I’m in it as you see
Tell that bitch fuck with me
Nana Nana Nah nana Nana Nah (Ayy)
Nana Nana Nah (Bang, Bang)
Nana Nana Nah (Bang, Bang)
Nana Nana Nah (Bang Bang)
Nana Nana Nah (Bang, Bang)
Nigga I pull up in a tank
I kick more style than Liu Kang
Opps and the dope tryna team
She just got served blue sayne
My cup lookin’ redder than paint
I drove my granny insane
Boy tryna sell the whole thang
It was gone I was David Blaine
Fuck the FBI, can’t see me about trump
Rob him throw away
Tell that shit out then done
I make more than your lump sum
Can you say that again uh
I'ma need to buy me a third lung
Beam on a nigga no sun
No Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap
No Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap no Bap
Prolly ran off with yo pack
Now I can buy your pack know that
It ain't my gat if it ain't no stack
Imma flip the switch and don’t hold back
(yeah) nigga you in them streets
Better buy yourself a piece
Shorty rockin’ that J
'Cause he sell that R-O-C
37 is when it go beep
Nigga we'll seize yo shit police
I’m in it as you see
Tell that bitch fuck with me
Say young nigga you don't know me
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
Ayy, Ayy, gang baby bang Bang
Nana Nana Nah nana Nana Nah (Ayy)
Nana Nana Nah (Bang) nana Nana Nah (Bang)
Nana Nana Nah (Bang) nana Nana Nah