Released: August 15, 2013
Songwriter: Chief Keef
Producer: Dolan Beats
[Intro: Chief Keef & (DJ Holiday)]
(Holiday Season!)
(Commission)
(Hahahaha)
Oh fuck me up
(Boy my greatness)
I'm over here
(One and only, DJ Holiday)
([?])
(Chief Keef) Hahahaha
(Sosa) Yeah
(Chi-Town, I knew you've been waiting on this one)
(Bang 2, nigga, let's work)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
(Street music at it's finest)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
(Yeah)
(Commission)
(Glory Boyz)
(O-Block)
(300, what's up?)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
(I gave y'all niggas a whole summer)
(We gave y'all niggas a whole summer)
(Back to work nigga)
(More cars)
(More bitches), Haha
(More money)
(Talk to 'em, Sosa)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse]
Got his bitch tripping 'cause she seeing me, thought she was off a trippy stick
Don't know why she sneak dissing me, say he got a shrimpy dick
Pull off in that Rari, now they think I'm on some fishy shit
Two year ago I didn't have no car, I was on that come get me shit
Two years ago I didn't have no job, I was on that young drilla shit
Posted on the block with the Glock, tryna drill some shit
Don't give no fuck, that thot with the opps, I'ma drill a bitch
And I swear these opps know how I rock, Glo until I be killed
I dont want your bitch, boy, trying to see if i can fit my schedule with her
I won't wife a bitch, boy, these bitches be going everywhere
I don't care about going to jail, they treat me like heaven there
Before I let a nigga try and kill me, I'ma send his ass 11 shell
(Holiday Season!)
(Commission)
(Hahahaha)
Oh fuck me up
(Boy my greatness)
I'm over here
(One and only, DJ Holiday)
([?])
(Chief Keef) Hahahaha
(Sosa) Yeah
(Chi-Town, I knew you've been waiting on this one)
(Bang 2, nigga, let's work)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
(Street music at it's finest)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
(Yeah)
(Commission)
(Glory Boyz)
(O-Block)
(300, what's up?)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
(I gave y'all niggas a whole summer)
(We gave y'all niggas a whole summer)
(Back to work nigga)
(More cars)
(More bitches), Haha
(More money)
(Talk to 'em, Sosa)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse]
Got his bitch tripping 'cause she seeing me, thought she was off a trippy stick
Don't know why she sneak dissing me, say he got a shrimpy dick
Pull off in that Rari, now they think I'm on some fishy shit
Two year ago I didn't have no car, I was on that come get me shit
Two years ago I didn't have no job, I was on that young drilla shit
Posted on the block with the Glock, tryna drill some shit
Don't give no fuck, that thot with the opps, I'ma drill a bitch
And I swear these opps know how I rock, Glo until I be killed
I dont want your bitch, boy, trying to see if i can fit my schedule with her
I won't wife a bitch, boy, these bitches be going everywhere
I don't care about going to jail, they treat me like heaven there
Before I let a nigga try and kill me, I'ma send his ass 11 shell
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From the albums
- Bang, Pt. 2 (2013)
- Most Known Unknown (Dolan Beats Classic) (2018)