Chief Keef, DooWop - Send Em Back lyrics

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Niggas telling on they self on the internet
I ain't none of that
Typa shit don't get no respect
You ain't from the set, fuck nigga
You a fucking rat
Everywhere I go, ask around, 50 in the TEC
Niggas really telling on they
Self on the internet telling all they spots
Telling where the fucking bidness at
They don't want no smoke
No cancer and no cigarettes
We see you anywhere we sending shots
'cause we don't send 'em back

You don't want that danger
So be fucking cautious
Jump up out the water, wet you like a dolphin
Back to back blunts got me feeling nauseous
Take a nigga life and bid it in auction
Louis hold my jeans up
If they fall the racks was heavy
Bout that chicken, make you noodle, no
It's not spaghetti
Give a bitch a golden shower
But I'm not R Kelly
I told that bitch I'm Rocko
We ain't going steady
All I see is free bands in my fucking future
V12, faster than a fucking Puma
Jean pockets fatter than a fucking tumour
Folks don't laugh at me 'cause they
Ain't got no fucking humour
Land shit out like lunar
Ride with my hyenas, they'll get ya
I just put a whole fucking
Pint in the pitcher
Kay Kay just drew her daddy a picture

Niggas telling on they self on the internet
I ain't none of that
Typa shit don't get no respect
You ain't from the set, fuck nigga
You a fucking rat
Everywhere I go, ask around, 50 in the TEC
Niggas really telling on they
Self on the internet telling all they spots
Telling where the fucking bidness at
They don't want no smoke
No cancer and no cigarettes
We see you anywhere we sending shots
'cause we don't send 'em back

Getting to the check, ain't no nigga check us
Nobu as fuck, now a nigga blessed up
Diamonds look like mustard
Fuck niggas catch up
Can't join the team, a lot our niggas got cut
A lotta niggas swear they knew us, man
Where they was?
You was in the house, I was out selling drugs
They wasn't with us, man
Long live to the bugs
King Cap, Fredoster and my cousin Blood
So I gotta keep going
Niggas doing too much showing
180 through the storm
Fuck around, start touring but I been low
Tryna stay lower 'cause

Niggas telling on they self on the internet
I ain't none of that
Typa shit don't get no respect
You ain't from the set, fuck nigga
You a fucking rat
Everywhere I go, ask around, 50 in the TEC
Niggas really telling on they
Self on the internet telling all they spots
Telling where the fucking bidness at
They don't want no smoke
No cancer and no cigarettes
We see you anywhere we sending shots
'cause we don't send 'em back