Chief Keef - See You Again lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - See You Again lyrics]
I can't trust a soul, I ride wit' tooly
I swear that it's glued to me
Catch a fuck nigga run up tryna do me
I'm a get to fucking shooting
I got a Glock, that bitch hot
Niggas really mad cause I done made it
And I get paper, they can't get nothin'
Cross me, bitch, see you later
That nigga crossed me, he gon' need God
Run up on 4-O-6 and heat they block
But they ain't out there
We don't never see them
Bitch, my 45 wanna meet them but I'm rich
Let me T them cause I'm T'd up off reefer
I still feel this flat
But I just pop two Xanax
This that Xanax music, this that flat music
This that go-and-get your-gat music
This that get-it-cracking music
This for my white boys that be goin' hard
Fucking thots like pornstars
Smokin' on that dope
We don't smoke that fuckin' bubblegum
Organic kind of cookies
Bitch, I don't want no pussy, I want top
Tommy that'll leave your, go by
Where the fuck he came from?
You know what my name was
My name is Almighty and I'm hard 'bout it
I ain't scared of nobody
My gun don't fear nobody
Let her blow my gun
Don't hear nobody or see nobody
But it'd hear somebody's, shoot your ear off
Buddy
Meet my little friend, his name is Tommy
I don't snort coke or do molly
I don't sniff dope
I do nothin' but smoke trees
I just get high, get high 'til I damn die
Niggas hatin' on me, I don't know why
But you know I got my 45
Tadoe got the 40, get up off a flat
Remy and Patrón though
And he at your door 'causing comotion
Knockin' shit over and down
Blowin' down your tree
Blowin' down your kitchen
Blowin' down your knees
And he blowin' down your feet and your top
I bet do death he'll not
Where your pounds and your bars?
And your bricks? Where your bitch?
So I can fuck her and make her tell me shit?
Why? Cause I got dick
She suckin' on this dick
Guess what? She lovin' on this dick
I swear that it's glued to me
Catch a fuck nigga run up tryna do me
I'm a get to fucking shooting
I got a Glock, that bitch hot
Niggas really mad cause I done made it
And I get paper, they can't get nothin'
Cross me, bitch, see you later
That nigga crossed me, he gon' need God
Run up on 4-O-6 and heat they block
But they ain't out there
We don't never see them
Bitch, my 45 wanna meet them but I'm rich
Let me T them cause I'm T'd up off reefer
I still feel this flat
But I just pop two Xanax
This that Xanax music, this that flat music
This that go-and-get your-gat music
This that get-it-cracking music
This for my white boys that be goin' hard
Fucking thots like pornstars
Smokin' on that dope
We don't smoke that fuckin' bubblegum
Organic kind of cookies
Bitch, I don't want no pussy, I want top
Tommy that'll leave your, go by
Where the fuck he came from?
You know what my name was
My name is Almighty and I'm hard 'bout it
I ain't scared of nobody
My gun don't fear nobody
Let her blow my gun
Don't hear nobody or see nobody
But it'd hear somebody's, shoot your ear off
Buddy
Meet my little friend, his name is Tommy
I don't snort coke or do molly
I don't sniff dope
I do nothin' but smoke trees
I just get high, get high 'til I damn die
Niggas hatin' on me, I don't know why
But you know I got my 45
Tadoe got the 40, get up off a flat
Remy and Patrón though
And he at your door 'causing comotion
Knockin' shit over and down
Blowin' down your tree
Blowin' down your kitchen
Blowin' down your knees
And he blowin' down your feet and your top
I bet do death he'll not
Where your pounds and your bars?
And your bricks? Where your bitch?
So I can fuck her and make her tell me shit?
Why? Cause I got dick
She suckin' on this dick
Guess what? She lovin' on this dick