Released: February 20, 2014
Songwriter: Chief Keef
Producer: Lex Luger
[Produced by Lex Luger]
[Intro]
Fuck he say?
Fuck that nigga said?
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Gang, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
[Verse]
Ayy, ridin' with my chopper, ayy, ayy
I'ma beat him like his father, ayy, ayy
Now it's blood on my Giuseppes, ayy, ayy
I don't like no fuckin' Pradas, ayy, ayy
Put a knife up on my TEC, ayy
Lil FaceTime, lil Skype up for my tech, ayy, ayy
And it all happened right up on my set, ayy
SOS look like I'm from iTech, ayy
She give me top right before I jet, ayy, ayy
I need a yacht right before my jet, ayy
I smoke some dope right before I get, ayy, ayy
Mad, blast his ass then forget, ayy, ayy
Glo Gang, them my jits, ayy
Octane right here, ayy
I'm not saying what I did, ayy
Look at my watch Johnny God damn, ayy, ayy
We are smokin' out
Catch him in an open field that's an open fall
Bitch, I will never fail or turn my fail to fall
I promise I'm not seein' y'all or hearin' y'all, ayy
I gave my carats frost, ayy
Flexin' like Dave the Barbarian, ayy
This what I'm wearin', y'all, ayy
My chain win chains by experience y'all, ayy
Smoking Swishers, ayy
Countin' money gettin' blisters, ayy, ayy
Handle your man, we will fix you, ayy, ayy
All red right now, I'm no Clifford, ayy
'Cause I'm a dog when it comes to fuckin' bitches, ayy
Coolin' with my fans and taking pictures, ayy
And I got my pistol for them niggas, ayy
I'ma pistol fuck them niggas, ayy, ayy
What you see? Pistols poppin', nigga, ayy
Your cars on E, fill 'em up, lil nigga, ayy, ayy
Your squad on D, get 'em up, lil nigga, ayy, ayy
I got my feelings tucked, lil nigga, ayy, ayy
Right where my pistol tucked, lil nigga
[Intro]
Fuck he say?
Fuck that nigga said?
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Gang, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
[Verse]
Ayy, ridin' with my chopper, ayy, ayy
I'ma beat him like his father, ayy, ayy
Now it's blood on my Giuseppes, ayy, ayy
I don't like no fuckin' Pradas, ayy, ayy
Put a knife up on my TEC, ayy
Lil FaceTime, lil Skype up for my tech, ayy, ayy
And it all happened right up on my set, ayy
SOS look like I'm from iTech, ayy
She give me top right before I jet, ayy, ayy
I need a yacht right before my jet, ayy
I smoke some dope right before I get, ayy, ayy
Mad, blast his ass then forget, ayy, ayy
Glo Gang, them my jits, ayy
Octane right here, ayy
I'm not saying what I did, ayy
Look at my watch Johnny God damn, ayy, ayy
We are smokin' out
Catch him in an open field that's an open fall
Bitch, I will never fail or turn my fail to fall
I promise I'm not seein' y'all or hearin' y'all, ayy
I gave my carats frost, ayy
Flexin' like Dave the Barbarian, ayy
This what I'm wearin', y'all, ayy
My chain win chains by experience y'all, ayy
Smoking Swishers, ayy
Countin' money gettin' blisters, ayy, ayy
Handle your man, we will fix you, ayy, ayy
All red right now, I'm no Clifford, ayy
'Cause I'm a dog when it comes to fuckin' bitches, ayy
Coolin' with my fans and taking pictures, ayy
And I got my pistol for them niggas, ayy
I'ma pistol fuck them niggas, ayy, ayy
What you see? Pistols poppin', nigga, ayy
Your cars on E, fill 'em up, lil nigga, ayy, ayy
Your squad on D, get 'em up, lil nigga, ayy, ayy
I got my feelings tucked, lil nigga, ayy, ayy
Right where my pistol tucked, lil nigga