Released: June 19, 2018
Songwriter: CBMIX Chief Keef
Producer: CBMIX
[Intro]
(Ayy, turn the music up for me, Chris)
Ayy, go
Go
[Chorus]
All-red foreigns, all-black chopper
Here I come, you ready or not
I keep big old knots and I will pick your lock (Yeah), ayy
Foenem be loadin' up
Smokin' on dope before they hit your block (Yeah)
Shoot them dice, hit your body (Yeah)
I need duct tape, bitch, no Scotch
All of these waves, I'm feelin' like Nas, ayy
Before we part ways I gotta flex up, okay
[Verse 1]
In a big B, ayy (In a big B)
What, you can't see? Ayy (What, you can't see?)
You know what it is, ayy, ayy (You know what it is)
Know what it may be, ayy, ayy (Know what it may be)
I should blame the drugs, ayy, ayy (I should blame the drugs)
But I blame me, ayy, ayy (But I blame me)
Yeah, that's my rank, ayy, ayy (Yeah, that's my rank)
What's my K/D? Ayy, ayy (What's my K/D?)
Keepin' them squares, ayy, ayy (Keepin' them squares)
Out of the tent, ayy, ayy (Out of the tent)
We spendin' new money, ayy, ayy (We spendin' new money)
Out of the rent, ayy, ayy (Out of the rent)
Make two hundred bands, ayy (Make two hundred bands)
Out of some lint, ayy, ayy (Out of some lint)
You talkin' real niggas, ayy (You talkin' real niggas)
I'm up in the mix, ayy, ayy (I'm up in the mix)
She heard my voice, ayy, ayy (She heard my voice)
It made her moist, ayy, ayy (It made her moist)
I'm up in the forest, ayy, ayy (I'm up in the forest)
Trap with the boys, ayy, ayy (Trap with the boys)
You got no choice, ayy, ayy (You got no choice)
Bad bitch named Joyce, ayy, ayy (Bad bitch named Joyce)
Pickin' up coins, ayy, ayy (Pickin' up coins)
In the Rolls-Royce, ayy, ayy, ayy (In the Rolls-Royce)
[Chorus]
All-red foreigns, all-black chopper
Here I come, you ready or not
I keep big old knots and I will pick your lock (Yeah), ayy
Foenem be loadin' up
Smokin' on dope before they hit your block (Yeah)
Shoot them dice, hit your body (Yeah)
I need duct tape, bitch, no Scotch
All of these waves, I'm feelin' like Nas, ayy
Before we part ways I gotta flex up, okay
[Verse 2]
Last but not least, ayy, ayy (Last but not least)
You tryna find me? Ayy, ayy (You tryna find me?)
You better off findin' Nemo, ayy (Findin' Nemo)
Jump in the sea, ayy, ayy (Jump in the sea)
Her Uber was twenty dollars, ayy (Twenty dollars)
She live by me, ayy, ayy (She live by me)
Bitch, I'm John Madden, ayy (John)
Run it by me, ayy, ayy (Run it by me)
Ain't no rules, ayy, ayy
NFL street, ayy, ayy (NFL street)
Ho, get up off me, ayy, ayy (Ho, get up off me)
You missed your beat, ayy, ayy (You missed your beat)
Coughin' up cheese, ayy, ayy (Coughin' up cheese)
Throwin' up threes, ayy, ayy (Throwin' up threes)
Spray it like Febreze, ayy, ayy (Spray it like Febreze)
Yeah, it can be that way, ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
All-red foreigns, all-black chopper
Here I come, you ready or not
I keep big old knots and I will pick your lock (Yeah), ayy
Foenem be loadin' up
Smokin' on dope before they hit your block (Yeah)
Shoot them dice, hit your body (Yeah)
I need duct tape, bitch, no Scotch
All of these waves, I'm feelin' like Nas, ayy
Before we part ways I gotta flex up, okay
(Ayy, turn the music up for me, Chris)
Ayy, go
Go
[Chorus]
All-red foreigns, all-black chopper
Here I come, you ready or not
I keep big old knots and I will pick your lock (Yeah), ayy
Foenem be loadin' up
Smokin' on dope before they hit your block (Yeah)
Shoot them dice, hit your body (Yeah)
I need duct tape, bitch, no Scotch
All of these waves, I'm feelin' like Nas, ayy
Before we part ways I gotta flex up, okay
[Verse 1]
In a big B, ayy (In a big B)
What, you can't see? Ayy (What, you can't see?)
You know what it is, ayy, ayy (You know what it is)
Know what it may be, ayy, ayy (Know what it may be)
I should blame the drugs, ayy, ayy (I should blame the drugs)
But I blame me, ayy, ayy (But I blame me)
Yeah, that's my rank, ayy, ayy (Yeah, that's my rank)
What's my K/D? Ayy, ayy (What's my K/D?)
Keepin' them squares, ayy, ayy (Keepin' them squares)
Out of the tent, ayy, ayy (Out of the tent)
We spendin' new money, ayy, ayy (We spendin' new money)
Out of the rent, ayy, ayy (Out of the rent)
Make two hundred bands, ayy (Make two hundred bands)
Out of some lint, ayy, ayy (Out of some lint)
You talkin' real niggas, ayy (You talkin' real niggas)
I'm up in the mix, ayy, ayy (I'm up in the mix)
She heard my voice, ayy, ayy (She heard my voice)
It made her moist, ayy, ayy (It made her moist)
I'm up in the forest, ayy, ayy (I'm up in the forest)
Trap with the boys, ayy, ayy (Trap with the boys)
You got no choice, ayy, ayy (You got no choice)
Bad bitch named Joyce, ayy, ayy (Bad bitch named Joyce)
Pickin' up coins, ayy, ayy (Pickin' up coins)
In the Rolls-Royce, ayy, ayy, ayy (In the Rolls-Royce)
[Chorus]
All-red foreigns, all-black chopper
Here I come, you ready or not
I keep big old knots and I will pick your lock (Yeah), ayy
Foenem be loadin' up
Smokin' on dope before they hit your block (Yeah)
Shoot them dice, hit your body (Yeah)
I need duct tape, bitch, no Scotch
All of these waves, I'm feelin' like Nas, ayy
Before we part ways I gotta flex up, okay
[Verse 2]
Last but not least, ayy, ayy (Last but not least)
You tryna find me? Ayy, ayy (You tryna find me?)
You better off findin' Nemo, ayy (Findin' Nemo)
Jump in the sea, ayy, ayy (Jump in the sea)
Her Uber was twenty dollars, ayy (Twenty dollars)
She live by me, ayy, ayy (She live by me)
Bitch, I'm John Madden, ayy (John)
Run it by me, ayy, ayy (Run it by me)
Ain't no rules, ayy, ayy
NFL street, ayy, ayy (NFL street)
Ho, get up off me, ayy, ayy (Ho, get up off me)
You missed your beat, ayy, ayy (You missed your beat)
Coughin' up cheese, ayy, ayy (Coughin' up cheese)
Throwin' up threes, ayy, ayy (Throwin' up threes)
Spray it like Febreze, ayy, ayy (Spray it like Febreze)
Yeah, it can be that way, ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
All-red foreigns, all-black chopper
Here I come, you ready or not
I keep big old knots and I will pick your lock (Yeah), ayy
Foenem be loadin' up
Smokin' on dope before they hit your block (Yeah)
Shoot them dice, hit your body (Yeah)
I need duct tape, bitch, no Scotch
All of these waves, I'm feelin' like Nas, ayy
Before we part ways I gotta flex up, okay