Chief Keef - OFF WIT HIS HEAD lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - OFF WIT HIS HEAD lyrics]
(Off The Wall Gang)
(Damn, that's Surreal right there?) ayy, ayy
Niggas at your freakin' head
Click-clack, niggas really scared
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Niggas at your freakin' head, click-clack
Really scared
I'ma run these motherfuckin' people
Just like Diddy did
Get my alcohol, weed, and my businesses
Savage just like Beans
That's who Beanie Sigel is up them poles
Heatin' shit like I play for Heat and shit
Pistol beatin' shit
You don't know what pistol beatin' is
Ridin' 'round town
Prayin' to God with the SIG
Smoke a nigga like a cig'
Bang, off with his head, ayy
Better play with your bitch
You better play with your kids
My niggas, they savages
You better play with your ear on the jet
On the Lear like I'll perform in here
I got my gun in here, so be alarmed in here
You want beef? There's farms in here
A lotta armor in here, ayy
Boy, we got the llamas here
Them stupid choppers here, ayy
Leave you where you stand
You gon' need a doctor in here
I brought my guap in here
I can pay your doctor bills
Pay your mama bills, pay your partner bills
Pay a lotta bills, pay my bank deposit bills
I got a lotta clips, I drive a lotta whips
Like I'm at the casino, I won a lotta chips
I brought my mop in here
That dirty bop in here
It'll bop your eyeballs, it'll bop your ear
I brought my mop in here
Hey dirty bop in here, ayy
(Click-clack) it'll bop your eyeballs and
It'll bop your ear, bang
Niggas at your freakin' head, click-clack
Really scared
I'ma run these motherfuckin' people
Just like Diddy did
Get my alcohol, weed, and my businesses
Savage just like Beans
That's who Beanie Sigel is up them poles
Heatin' shit like I play for Heat and shit
Pistol beatin' shit
You don't know what pistol beatin' is
Ridin' 'round town
Prayin' to God with the SIG
Smoke a nigga like a cig'
Bang, off with his head, ayy
Smokin' on this Tooka, plottin' on a million
Got a lotta children
These niggas my children
Try to smoke some Tooka, this shit
It might kill you
Tryna get some money, my nigga, I feel you
Coolin' with the Glo, ayy
That's my La Familia
For my family, I'll kill ya
At the red light, drill ya
Pull up on you slow, ride off like a Steeler
I think I'm from Pittsburgh, bitch
I got my steel up 'Member bein' a stealer
Your car could get peeled up
Baby, I heard your car on E, fuck with me
It get filled up when I look in the mirror
I see a young black nigga
That made it out the Southside
Where the fuckin' drills was
Ridin' with my tooly
And I'm down to drill ya
Waste your ass, spill ya, Flintstone
Fred and Wilma she gon' give me coochie 'til
My fuckin' deal up
It can go down anytime, but I'm still up
Niggas at your freakin' head, click-clack
Really scared
I'ma run these motherfuckin' people
Just like Diddy did
Get my alcohol, weed, and my businesses
Savage just like Beans
That's who Beanie Sigel is up them poles
Heatin' shit like I play for Heat and shit
Pistol beatin' shit
You don't know what pistol beatin' is
Ridin' 'round town
Prayin' to God with the SIG
Smoke a nigga like a cig'
Bang, off with his head, ayy
(Damn, that's Surreal right there?)
(Off The Wall Gang)
(Damn, that's Surreal right there?) ayy, ayy
Niggas at your freakin' head
Click-clack, niggas really scared
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Niggas at your freakin' head, click-clack
Really scared
I'ma run these motherfuckin' people
Just like Diddy did
Get my alcohol, weed, and my businesses
Savage just like Beans
That's who Beanie Sigel is up them poles
Heatin' shit like I play for Heat and shit
Pistol beatin' shit
You don't know what pistol beatin' is
Ridin' 'round town
Prayin' to God with the SIG
Smoke a nigga like a cig'
Bang, off with his head, ayy
Better play with your bitch
You better play with your kids
My niggas, they savages
You better play with your ear on the jet
On the Lear like I'll perform in here
I got my gun in here, so be alarmed in here
You want beef? There's farms in here
A lotta armor in here, ayy
Boy, we got the llamas here
Them stupid choppers here, ayy
Leave you where you stand
You gon' need a doctor in here
I brought my guap in here
I can pay your doctor bills
Pay your mama bills, pay your partner bills
Pay a lotta bills, pay my bank deposit bills
I got a lotta clips, I drive a lotta whips
Like I'm at the casino, I won a lotta chips
I brought my mop in here
That dirty bop in here
It'll bop your eyeballs, it'll bop your ear
I brought my mop in here
Hey dirty bop in here, ayy
(Click-clack) it'll bop your eyeballs and
It'll bop your ear, bang
Niggas at your freakin' head, click-clack
Really scared
I'ma run these motherfuckin' people
Just like Diddy did
Get my alcohol, weed, and my businesses
Savage just like Beans
That's who Beanie Sigel is up them poles
Heatin' shit like I play for Heat and shit
Pistol beatin' shit
You don't know what pistol beatin' is
Ridin' 'round town
Prayin' to God with the SIG
Smoke a nigga like a cig'
Bang, off with his head, ayy
Smokin' on this Tooka, plottin' on a million
Got a lotta children
These niggas my children
Try to smoke some Tooka, this shit
It might kill you
Tryna get some money, my nigga, I feel you
Coolin' with the Glo, ayy
That's my La Familia
For my family, I'll kill ya
At the red light, drill ya
Pull up on you slow, ride off like a Steeler
I think I'm from Pittsburgh, bitch
I got my steel up 'Member bein' a stealer
Your car could get peeled up
Baby, I heard your car on E, fuck with me
It get filled up when I look in the mirror
I see a young black nigga
That made it out the Southside
Where the fuckin' drills was
Ridin' with my tooly
And I'm down to drill ya
Waste your ass, spill ya, Flintstone
Fred and Wilma she gon' give me coochie 'til
My fuckin' deal up
It can go down anytime, but I'm still up
Niggas at your freakin' head, click-clack
Really scared
I'ma run these motherfuckin' people
Just like Diddy did
Get my alcohol, weed, and my businesses
Savage just like Beans
That's who Beanie Sigel is up them poles
Heatin' shit like I play for Heat and shit
Pistol beatin' shit
You don't know what pistol beatin' is
Ridin' 'round town
Prayin' to God with the SIG
Smoke a nigga like a cig'
Bang, off with his head, ayy
(Damn, that's Surreal right there?)
(Off The Wall Gang)