Chief Keef - Shorties lyrics

Chief Keef

Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸

[Chief Keef - Shorties lyrics]

You dig?
You know how I'm rocking, cut off stockings
(DP on the beat)
Keep kush all up in my pocket
All designer, get your grind up
Got a Breitling for the timer hey, hey hey

Them my shorties
(Them my shorties) , them my shorties
Them my shorties, them my shorties
I give my shorties 40s
They come through blowing, blowing, blowing
They ain't missing, ayy
They come through scoring, scoring, scoring
Them my shorties, them my shorties
These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties
I give my shorties 40s
They come through blowing, blowing, blowing
When we pull up, hop out
Loud we blowing, blowing, blowing
Them my shorties



Gambino grab the strap, ayy
Flash grab my racks, hey
Ball drive the car, ayy
Tadoe grab the thots, ayy
Tray Savage grab the MAC, ayy
Cap grab the back, ayy
Throwback grab the front, ayy
This ain't what you want
Them my shorties, ayy, yeah
We love shooting guns, ayy
Call Caper from the front, ayy
He come through with the pump
Call Juice from Savage Squad, ayy
He come through with the lumps
Call Fredo out the cut, ayy
He come through with the mump
Very scary, Goosebumps
I come through with the skunk
Blowing on the skunk
Skunk reeking out my truck
And I don't give a fuck, I got money
Not no luck i ain't never gave no fuck
Was always with the buck-buck

Them my shorties, them my shorties
Them my shorties, them my shorties
I give my shorties 40s
They come through blowing, blowing, blowing
They ain't missing, ayy
They come through scoring, scoring, scoring
Them my shorties, them my shorties
These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties
I give my shorties 40s
They come through blowing, blowing, blowing
When we pull up, hop out
Loud we blowing, blowing, blowing
Them my shorties

I'm smoking cat piss
Johnny pissed on my necklace
Come through with that gat
Bitch, we know drama, young and reckless
My niggas always wildin'
I swear they overprotective
We don't know detective
We don't know who shoots the weapons
Don't care about a lecture
All I care about is money
Don't give no fuck 'bout court
Don't give no fuck 'bout running
I'm somewhere counting money, it's
A money damn tsunami, ayy
I'm somewhere eatin' pastrami
With my shorties, we be munching
And mobbing

Them my shorties, them my shorties
Them my shorties, them my shorties
I give my shorties 40s
They come through blowing, blowing, blowing
They ain't missing, ayy
They come through scoring, scoring, scoring
Them my shorties, them my shorties
These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties
I give my shorties 40s
They come through blowing, blowing, blowing
When we pull up, hop out
Loud we blowing, blowing, blowing
Them my shorties

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