Chief Keef - Who Dat lyrics

I'm the type of nigga 100 shots in the Glock
You the type of nigga get smacked by a thot
I'm getting all this cash
I remember selling crack
Now I got the money, now I got the sack
I can buy your building nigga
I can buy your sack
Since I don't ride no Lexus
I pull up in a Lexus
Shooting at you niggas and them
Bullets sound like Nexus
I don't stop for niggas, I'm too busy passing
Why they keep saying bang? I don't even know
That's that old Sosa, Bang 3 a hoe
I'll leave a hoe, before I beat a hoe
Pull up so fast cause I'm illegal, hoe
Smoking on this Tooka
Blowing this shit like a fan
Go head and unplug the system
And I ain't done playing
If you can't comprehend
This chopper make you understand
Just like the Bezel Boys
Stacks in rubber bands
Stop that sneak dissing boy
Your pussy ass a fan
Treat you like a brick, and wrap you in Saran
She say she wanna fuck, I can't
She let me know you can
Pull up in a van, leave a nigga Kenn
That mean you can't see, bullets dunk on you
KD i give a bitch a fix, call me Doctor KC
What's up in this, Otto? Is Jojo in KC?
I mean KC in Jojo cause this bitch play crazy
Getting all this money
Got my heart in this shit
That bitch is a thot
You put your heart in the bitch
Soowoo rap, I put my car in this shit
Crip rap bitch, got the cuz in this bitch
Fill em up with slugs just
Because of this shit
I'ma nasty ass nigga, wanna nut on a bitch
Bitch I'm so contagious
I can't hug on a bitch
Treat your face like a table and
Put cups on your shit
I got silencer, I'm not a damn lick
I got dogs but I'm not a damn vet
Get a hammer and a nail and come
And hit you in your shit
Should've got all platinum jewelry cause
This shit looks piss
Tell her to hop off while
Your bitch on my cock she say her man a fan
Get that man off my car
'Fore I tie your ass up and
Hold you for some money
I know he ain't got it
I was doing it for fun
I'm smoking hella blunts and
Got court next month
I'ma hit GNC, Detox, yes sir
I'm just having fun cause I
Got it out the mud
But I still squeeze the gun, nigga tryna run
Paper plate the nigga
Lay these bullets right on 'em
Shooting shots for days
Got the semi right on 'em
Set the alarm in this bitch
Hope the police coming
I'ma be gone when they get here
They don't own me nothing
I gave your ass a pass when
I saw you and your niece
20 year old lil sister
I'ma fuck the bitch for free
Bang bang your way
You'll be ducking shells for free
When I wake up and go to sleep
The only time I'm on my knees
Chopping up the trey, that really mean peace
Getting placements with these shells
Like a nigga shopping beats
Screamin' out this Gucci time
Like the nigga Swizz Beatz
Smack the bitch cause she ain't call me So
This dumb hoe called me Keefie
She called 100 times but I didn't answer
This bitch ain't shit but
A freaky pink panther
Cuz say this shit right here is gon' go crazy
He talking out his neck, hit 'em in his Adam
No Stacy you pussy boy
Go and play some little hopscotch
Hydraulics on the Glock on your block, haha
The silencer go pew pew
Pew pew, regular shot, grrah
Hear the cops, the car go
Skrr skrr skrr skrr
Won't get caught tonight
Two thousand dollar plane ticket
Gotta catch a flight
Like I'm a 6 and you a 1, aye
Send a nigga kite rocking all my ice and I'm
Pouring up the pints
What I am I'll never be
Bitch I'm throwing up the gates bang