Chief Keef - T'd lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - T'd lyrics]
I got shows, I got verses, I got numbers
I got bitches, I got niggas, they be on it
I got money, I got guns, I got ganja
I got drink, I got commas, I got karma
I got Wokcanos, don't got Benihanas
I got cars, I got cribs, I be flee
Don't give a fuck about him, I do me
Don't give a fuck about them, I be T'd
I be T'd from my feet to my jeans to my wrist
From the bling on my rib to
The bling in my ear
And the bling on my neck, try to take it
Got a TEC
Got a MAC, go brrat, leave you wet
Stankin' ass
I don't sell PT's, bitch, I sell shine
Fuck with me and you'll be
Glo-in' all the time
Too much ice in my watch
I can't tell the time
I tried to tell the time and
That shit made me blind
I got a 40, got a four-five, got a nine
I hop out with the nine
All my racks start divin'
You better been takin' swimmin' classes
Or you'll be dyin'
After I take you out that flour
You'll be fryin'
I got shows, I got verses, I got numbers
I got bitches, I got niggas, they be on it
I got money, I got guns, I got ganja
I got drink, I got commas, I got karma
I got Wokcanos, don't got Benihanas
I got cars, I got cribs, I be flee
Don't give a fuck about him, I do me
Don't give a fuck about them, I be T'd
I be T'd, I be T'd, countin' G's
Smokin' B's with my B's
Out in Cali fuckin' with the C's and the B's
Chiraq ass nigga, sting like a bumblebee
Soon as I pull off, police start followin' me
Soon as I hopped out the car
Your bitch start talkin' to me
You ain't tryna give me top? Bitch
Don't talk to me i be hoppin' in my car
She be tryna walk with me
I count the money with no finger tips
Look me up, Bing this shit
Google this shit, Yahoo this shit
Tell me what you think, read this shit
You steady talkin' cash money, me
I don't believe this shit
I be walkin' 'round with money
You know I be T'd with it
I got shows, I got verses, I got numbers
I got bitches, I got niggas, they be on it
I got money, I got guns, I got ganja
I got drink, I got commas, I got karma
I got Wokcanos, don't got Benihanas
I got cars, I got cribs, I be flee
Don't give a fuck about him, I do me
Don't give a fuck about them, I be T'd
I got bitches, I got niggas, they be on it
I got money, I got guns, I got ganja
I got drink, I got commas, I got karma
I got Wokcanos, don't got Benihanas
I got cars, I got cribs, I be flee
Don't give a fuck about him, I do me
Don't give a fuck about them, I be T'd
I be T'd from my feet to my jeans to my wrist
From the bling on my rib to
The bling in my ear
And the bling on my neck, try to take it
Got a TEC
Got a MAC, go brrat, leave you wet
Stankin' ass
I don't sell PT's, bitch, I sell shine
Fuck with me and you'll be
Glo-in' all the time
Too much ice in my watch
I can't tell the time
I tried to tell the time and
That shit made me blind
I got a 40, got a four-five, got a nine
I hop out with the nine
All my racks start divin'
You better been takin' swimmin' classes
Or you'll be dyin'
After I take you out that flour
You'll be fryin'
I got shows, I got verses, I got numbers
I got bitches, I got niggas, they be on it
I got money, I got guns, I got ganja
I got drink, I got commas, I got karma
I got Wokcanos, don't got Benihanas
I got cars, I got cribs, I be flee
Don't give a fuck about him, I do me
Don't give a fuck about them, I be T'd
I be T'd, I be T'd, countin' G's
Smokin' B's with my B's
Out in Cali fuckin' with the C's and the B's
Chiraq ass nigga, sting like a bumblebee
Soon as I pull off, police start followin' me
Soon as I hopped out the car
Your bitch start talkin' to me
You ain't tryna give me top? Bitch
Don't talk to me i be hoppin' in my car
She be tryna walk with me
I count the money with no finger tips
Look me up, Bing this shit
Google this shit, Yahoo this shit
Tell me what you think, read this shit
You steady talkin' cash money, me
I don't believe this shit
I be walkin' 'round with money
You know I be T'd with it
I got shows, I got verses, I got numbers
I got bitches, I got niggas, they be on it
I got money, I got guns, I got ganja
I got drink, I got commas, I got karma
I got Wokcanos, don't got Benihanas
I got cars, I got cribs, I be flee
Don't give a fuck about him, I do me
Don't give a fuck about them, I be T'd