Released: February 19, 2016
Songwriter: Metro Boomin Chief Keef
Producer: Metro Boomin
[Hook]
Fuck boy said he want beef, slide
His ass gon' be traumatized
I'mma be feeling sorry momma wise
Cause I can't trust niggas, I got a lot of eyes
Gun go bang bang, money machine go beep
Car go skr skr, cock go skeet skeet
Credit card go swipe swipe, watch my watch bling bling
On that road runner shit, meep meep
[Verse 1]
You ain't smoking dope, your weed got plenty seeds in it
I'm rolling around the town with this and glizzy meeting
Glo Gang bitch, you know that we go plenty weed men
Fifteen thots in this car like I got plenty seats in
Fourteen hundred for this belt, fuck with no more damn Fendi beatings
And I don't have any reasons
Seventeen shots in this 45, 50 in the Glock, hundred in the chop
Let's see how many kills we can get, Black Ops
Bitch I'm so dope that I'm gon' kill that shit, crack rock
Niggas stay sneak dissing, we gon' start throwing bullets like rocks
I ain't shit when I ain't have shit, couple grand on some kicks
Never touched fifty thousand dollars before that's why I'm playing with it
Bang
[Hook]
Fuck boy said he want beef, slide
His ass gon' be traumatized
I'mma be feeling sorry momma wise
Cause I can't trust niggas, I got a lot of eyes
Gun go bang bang, money machine go beep
Car go skr skr, cock go skeet skeet
Credit card go swipe swipe, watch my watch bling bling
On that road runner shit, meep meep
Fuck boy said he want beef, slide
His ass gon' be traumatized
I'mma be feeling sorry momma wise
Cause I can't trust niggas, I got a lot of eyes
Gun go bang bang, money machine go beep
Car go skr skr, cock go skeet skeet
Credit card go swipe swipe, watch my watch bling bling
On that road runner shit, meep meep
[Verse 1]
You ain't smoking dope, your weed got plenty seeds in it
I'm rolling around the town with this and glizzy meeting
Glo Gang bitch, you know that we go plenty weed men
Fifteen thots in this car like I got plenty seats in
Fourteen hundred for this belt, fuck with no more damn Fendi beatings
And I don't have any reasons
Seventeen shots in this 45, 50 in the Glock, hundred in the chop
Let's see how many kills we can get, Black Ops
Bitch I'm so dope that I'm gon' kill that shit, crack rock
Niggas stay sneak dissing, we gon' start throwing bullets like rocks
I ain't shit when I ain't have shit, couple grand on some kicks
Never touched fifty thousand dollars before that's why I'm playing with it
Bang
[Hook]
Fuck boy said he want beef, slide
His ass gon' be traumatized
I'mma be feeling sorry momma wise
Cause I can't trust niggas, I got a lot of eyes
Gun go bang bang, money machine go beep
Car go skr skr, cock go skeet skeet
Credit card go swipe swipe, watch my watch bling bling
On that road runner shit, meep meep
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