Chief Keef - Telling It All lyrics

Keith Farrelle Cozart

[Chief Keef - Telling It All lyrics]

Runnin' to the cheese, lil' nigga
I ain't fuckin' round
Them hit-men with me lil' nigga
They will hunt you down
Sosa was never 'bout that life
How the fuck you sound
Put the red dot on your nose
You's a fuckin' clown

I'm in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight
We leave your ass left if you're not right
I'm in traffic
Pull up and steal your spotlight
Red insides, white out, that's a stop sign
And the truck look like a
Dump 'cause it's sittin' tall
Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga
Ball gucci jackets
Both pockets filled with it all
And these diamonds and my
Jewelry tellin' it all

I hit Gucci just to stunt
I just poured me up a cup
I've been in it since a pup
I'm gonna get it, wish me luck
We in that tinted car, you fucked
Nah in Tunechis voice, you trucked
Rollin' dope up like a cluck
So much dope, it got me stuck
I swear I be high as fuck
In the mall just buyin' stuff
Ring me up, I'm cashin' out
Ain't with all that trying'stuff
And I got that iron tucked
I just started chargin' up
Ain't with all the fussin' stuff
In that vrrrrm cuttin' up

I'm in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight
We leave your ass left if you're not right
I'm in traffic
Pull up and steal your spotlight
Red insides, white out, that's a stop sign
And the truck look like a
Dump 'cause it's sittin' tall
Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga
Ball gucci jackets
Both pockets filled with it all
And these diamonds and my
Jewelry tellin' it all

I'm in the diamond, district kickin' big shit
Bank roll, on me, poppin' big shit
Me and the crew
In your city we got big sticks
Big TV near the toilet, I take big shit's
I had your bitch, in my office
Now she dismissed no attention
Especially when she throwin' big fit's
Forty pointers, and a watch
That's that big shit a couple shows
My pockets fatter than a big bitch
Whole pint, now I gotta take a big piss
Triple A, I always got a-fuckin'-ssistance
Peter Parker
I always knew I had a sixth sense
And the opps
Is always on my fuckin' hit-list

I'm in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight
We leave your ass left if you're not right
I'm in traffic
Pull up and steal your spotlight
Red insides, white out, that's a stop sign
And the truck look like a
Dump 'cause it's sittin' tall
Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga
Ball gucci jackets
Both pockets filled with it all
And these diamonds and my
Jewelry tellin' it all

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