Chief Keef - See You Later lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - See You Later lyrics]
I can't trust a soul, I ride with toolie
I swear that it's glued to me
'Case some fuck nigga run up tryna do me
I'ma get to fucking shooting
I got a Glock, that bitch hot
Time to trade it
Niggas really mad 'cause I done made it
And I get paper they can't get nathin'
Cross me, bitch, see you later
That nigga cross me, he gon' need God
Run up on 4-6 and heat their block
But they ain't out there
We don't ever see them
Bitch, my 45 wanna meet them
But I'm rich, let me T down
'Cause I'm T'd up off reefer
I still feel this flat
But I just popped 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 going hard
Fucking thots like porn stars
Smoking on that dope
We don't smoke that fucking bubble
Gum or Girl Scout Cookies
Bitch, I don't want no pussy, I want top
Top me then I'll leave your car
Go back, where the fuck you came from
You know what my name was
My name is Almighty and I'm hardbody
I ain't scared of nobody
My gun don't fear nobody
Let it blow, my gun don't hear nobody
Or see nobody but it will air somebody
Shoot your ear off, buddy
Meet my little friend, his name is Tommy
I don't snort coke, I don't do molly
I don't sniff dope, I don't do nothing
But smoke trees i just get high
Get high 'til I damn die
Niggas hating on me, I don't know why
But you know I got my 45 tadoe got the 4-O
Get him off a flat, Remy and Patron though
And he at your door causing commotion
Knocking shit over and down
Blowing down your trees, ayy
Blowing down your kitchen
Blowing down your knees
And he blowing down your feet and your top
I bet the death hear him knock
Where your pounds and your
Bucks? And your bricks? Where your bitch?
So I can fuck her and make her tell me shit
Why? 'Cause I got that good dick
She suckin' on this dick
Guess what, she lovin' on this dick
I swear that it's glued to me
'Case some fuck nigga run up tryna do me
I'ma get to fucking shooting
I got a Glock, that bitch hot
Time to trade it
Niggas really mad 'cause I done made it
And I get paper they can't get nathin'
Cross me, bitch, see you later
That nigga cross me, he gon' need God
Run up on 4-6 and heat their block
But they ain't out there
We don't ever see them
Bitch, my 45 wanna meet them
But I'm rich, let me T down
'Cause I'm T'd up off reefer
I still feel this flat
But I just popped 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 going hard
Fucking thots like porn stars
Smoking on that dope
We don't smoke that fucking bubble
Gum or Girl Scout Cookies
Bitch, I don't want no pussy, I want top
Top me then I'll leave your car
Go back, where the fuck you came from
You know what my name was
My name is Almighty and I'm hardbody
I ain't scared of nobody
My gun don't fear nobody
Let it blow, my gun don't hear nobody
Or see nobody but it will air somebody
Shoot your ear off, buddy
Meet my little friend, his name is Tommy
I don't snort coke, I don't do molly
I don't sniff dope, I don't do nothing
But smoke trees i just get high
Get high 'til I damn die
Niggas hating on me, I don't know why
But you know I got my 45 tadoe got the 4-O
Get him off a flat, Remy and Patron though
And he at your door causing commotion
Knocking shit over and down
Blowing down your trees, ayy
Blowing down your kitchen
Blowing down your knees
And he blowing down your feet and your top
I bet the death hear him knock
Where your pounds and your
Bucks? And your bricks? Where your bitch?
So I can fuck her and make her tell me shit
Why? 'Cause I got that good dick
She suckin' on this dick
Guess what, she lovin' on this dick