Chief Keef - Running Late lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - Running Late lyrics]
One for the money, two for the drugs
Three for my pistol, four for the slug
One, two, comin' for you
Three, four, knockin' on your door
Five, six, comin' through your gate
Seven, eight, we was runnin' a lil' late
Nine, ten, I'm ridin' with extendeds
Eleven, twelve, Forbes on my hit list
Thirteen, fourteen, karats on my pinky
Fifteen, sixteen, tattoos bitch, I'm inky
Seventeen, eighteen, chains got me iced out
Nineteen, twenty
Fuckin' bands to get you sniped out
Little case
Twenty-one bands will get you right out
Free Cdai, a 22 shotter's on me right now
Twenty-three's on the car
Twenty-four's on the truck
Twenty-five times 2's in
My motherfuckin' Glock
I got twenty-six pumps for
A motherfuckin' thot
I'm sendin' twenty-seven shots at
A motherfuckin' opp
One for the money, two for the drugs
Three for my pistol, four for the slug
One, two, comin' for you
Three, four, knockin' on your door
Five, six, comin' through your gate
Seven, eight, we was runnin' a little late
Twenty-nine, thirty
I was posted with them 30's
Thirty-one, thirty-two
I'm so gone like a birdy
Thirty-three, thirty-four
Call me Sosa Paul Birdy
Thirty-five, thirty-six
I got my ball all dirty
Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, Tony Tiger bitch
I'm great thirty-nine, forty
I can sense these niggas fate
Forty-one, forty-two
I want it from them in the coupe
I'm goin' 143 and 144 too
Forty-five for my jacket, aw man!
Forty-six in them and we givin' out ten
Forty-seven of them bands
Big racks like I wear a 48 in pants
Bang bang
One for the money, two for the drugs
Three for my pistol, four for the slug
One, two, comin' for you
Three, four, knockin' on your door
Five, six, comin' through your gate
Seven, eight, we was runnin' a little late
Three for my pistol, four for the slug
One, two, comin' for you
Three, four, knockin' on your door
Five, six, comin' through your gate
Seven, eight, we was runnin' a lil' late
Nine, ten, I'm ridin' with extendeds
Eleven, twelve, Forbes on my hit list
Thirteen, fourteen, karats on my pinky
Fifteen, sixteen, tattoos bitch, I'm inky
Seventeen, eighteen, chains got me iced out
Nineteen, twenty
Fuckin' bands to get you sniped out
Little case
Twenty-one bands will get you right out
Free Cdai, a 22 shotter's on me right now
Twenty-three's on the car
Twenty-four's on the truck
Twenty-five times 2's in
My motherfuckin' Glock
I got twenty-six pumps for
A motherfuckin' thot
I'm sendin' twenty-seven shots at
A motherfuckin' opp
One for the money, two for the drugs
Three for my pistol, four for the slug
One, two, comin' for you
Three, four, knockin' on your door
Five, six, comin' through your gate
Seven, eight, we was runnin' a little late
Twenty-nine, thirty
I was posted with them 30's
Thirty-one, thirty-two
I'm so gone like a birdy
Thirty-three, thirty-four
Call me Sosa Paul Birdy
Thirty-five, thirty-six
I got my ball all dirty
Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, Tony Tiger bitch
I'm great thirty-nine, forty
I can sense these niggas fate
Forty-one, forty-two
I want it from them in the coupe
I'm goin' 143 and 144 too
Forty-five for my jacket, aw man!
Forty-six in them and we givin' out ten
Forty-seven of them bands
Big racks like I wear a 48 in pants
Bang bang
One for the money, two for the drugs
Three for my pistol, four for the slug
One, two, comin' for you
Three, four, knockin' on your door
Five, six, comin' through your gate
Seven, eight, we was runnin' a little late