Released: June 29, 2016

Songwriter: Young Chop CBMIX Chief Keef

Producer: CBMIX Young Chop Chief Keef

[Intro]
Young Chop on the beat
Car I'm ridin' like a nightlight
So much cash that my pockets look pregnant
They all know I'm knocked up
Ridin' like a nightlight, stop at the stoplight
Drove off, ran the red light, there the cops is
Tryna put me into lock up
Remember having rocks in my timbos
Ran off with the coke money
Pull up, bounce out the all-white thing
Sosa, baby, GBE, baby
That there is a snow bunny

[Chorus]
The car I'm riding, like a nightlight
Ain't gon' stop at the stoplight
I sip Barney, you sip stop sign, yeah that sounds about right
I wear astronaut clothes
Pull up foreign, beat Kongo
Take 300 out Wells Fargo
I don't wait in line, no bar-codes
You see your reflection in my ice
I left you, boy you not right
My bitch so bad that's it's not nice
Say hi, get top, then it's bye-bye
You smokin' on low, boy you're not high
I keep spinach, like Popeye
Brown bag full of cash, no white rice
All the cash out the bank, that's a light heist

[Verse 1]
Pull up, peeking out the car, no soundproof
Let the MAC out the top, no sunroof
Throwing cash out the top, I'ma bank-teller
Ride the car like I rode the Mongoose
Fill yo block up 'til it's no more
Hear the SoundClick, no Johnny Juliano
I'm on the high-speed, OJ in the bronco
Got the Yao Ming and Mutombo
I be with Smokey and the bandits
You a cat but you be with the rat pack
Runnin' for the ball, intercept that
If I don't, that's where you get sacked at
Party too hot like Crisco, pop pop
I got enough cream for the whole cafe, no Hard Rock
Remember having rocks in my timbos
Ran off with the coke money
Pull up, bounce out the all-white thing
That there is a snow bunny
Pull up to the show get the forty G's, do that in one hour
What the fuck do I hop in when I leave
That there is a snow plower

[Chorus]
The car I'm ridin' like a nightlight
And I ain't gon' stop at the stoplight
I sip Barney, you sip stop sign, yeah that sounds about right
I wear astronaut clothes
Pull up foreign, beat Kongo
Take 300 out Wells Fargo
I don't wait in line, no bar-codes
You see your reflection in my ice
I left you, boy you not right
My bitch so bad that's it's not nice
Say hi, get top, then it's bye-bye
You smokin' on low, boy you're not high
I keep spinach, like Popeye
Brown bag full of cash, no white rice
All the cash out the bank, that's a light heist

[Verse 2]
I'm like sticking a fork in a socket
Get your dumb ass shocked up
So much cash that my pockets look pregnant
They all know I'm knocked up
Had to go change my safety deposit
I told 'em put me in a locker
Drove off, run the red light, there the cops is
Tryna put me into lock-up
Fuck a bitch so good she got me tatted
She wear me like a t-shirt
Got that big boy on my side
I wear heat like a beeper
Came in and Steph Curry'd the game
Can you see me from the bleachers?
Talked to God when I woke up this morning, I asked "can you please keep from the leechers?"
She know I keep cheese, velveet-er
She get a mouth fucked 'til her teeth hurt
I take one ho upstairs, got a bitch right underneath her
I'm an All Star on the bench like Chuck
Throw some money up then the bitch got clucked
Shoot the bitch up and she fizz right up
Gave her some lean then she lit right up

[Chorus]
The car I'm ridin' like a nightlight
And I ain't gon' stop at the stoplight
I sip barney, you sip stop sign, yeah that sounds about right
I wear astronaut clothes
Pull up foreign, beat Kongo
Take 300 out Wells Fargo
I don't wait in line, no bar-codes
You see your reflection in my ice
I left you, boy you not right
My bitch so bad that's it's not nice
Say hi, get top, then it's bye-bye
You smokin' on low, boy you're not high
I keep spinach, like Popeye
Brown bag full of cash, no white rice
All the cash out the bank, that's a light heist

[Outro]
Let the MAC out the top, no sunroof
Ride the car like I rode the Mongoose
I'm on a high-speed, OJ in the Bronco
I be with Smokey and the Bandits
You a cat but you be with the Rat Pack
Fire too high, like Crisco, pop pop
I got enough cream for the cafe, no Hard Rock

Chief Keef

Chief Keef was born Keith Farrelle Cozart and grew up in the most dangerous neighborhood of Chicago, “O Block,” on 64th street and MLK drive.

Keef is widely known as the forefather of “drill rap,” and for being the reason that modern rap is where it is today.

He started his path to Stardom in 2011