Released: October 6, 2014
Featuring: Chief Keef
Songwriter: Tadoe Chief Keef
Producer: Chief Keef
[Hook: Tadoe]
Posted at Voilà’s with that ten sack
Till I seen a nigga icy, let me get that
Hit up my connect I need a six pack
When I got that, I thought I was rich Jack
Bitch I ain't rich, bitch I'm hood rich
Steel on the Front, hitting hood licks
Engine in the trunk pounds under the hood, bitch
A nigga try to rob me I wish he would, bitch
Foe'nem in they glory, shooting, Robert Horry
Thought that we was lacking, that's another story
Channel 7 News gave that nigga blues
Blood Money a mafia, no suwu
[Verse 1: Tadoe]
Free my nigga Dae Dae folks is goin' cray cray
Shoot on sight when that nigga say say
Free my nigga Kaykay, he was down for ten K's
Run in that niggas crib, ask him what they say say
Front Street bitch, nigga we don't play play
Ride down M.O.B. with 30's and AK's
I got big guns same height as Kay Kay
Nigga try to play us shoot him in his face face
Bitch what it is, what it do, bitch?
Who the fuck is you, what crew bitch?
Your highness with his boys name is Krüe, bitch
Trulla trulla glulla glulla that's the crew, bitch
[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Gang gang no squad squad
Grrrang grrrang, shot shots
Bang bang with Glocks Glocks
Pull up on your block get popped shot glah nigga
I'm your Papa nigga
Why? Cause I get lots gwop nigga
You get left squad nigga
Flintstones, Bedrock nigga
A Leo rock your block nigga
Rob your block with them Glocks and chops nigga
We don't go move, we won't stop nigga
All you hear is bang bang grah nigga, grah nigga
Get popped nigga
Hollows catch your ass, you get dropped nigga
I got a check and went and bought the lot nigga
Remember posted on the block with pops nigga
[Hook: Tadoe]
[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Blood gang bitch I'm with the Blood gang
You ain't know nothing you little man
With them little ass chains and them fake ass rings
All that fake ass jewelry, why you wear that man?
Why the fuck you flexin, why you flossin?
Bitch I'm gloin', like my cars, glossy
Your bitch gave me top her lip gloss glossy
Cause I came through fucking flossin'
Check out my Johnny Dang nigga
Niggas actin' like they on some gang shit
Nigga we be on that gang bang shit
Click clack bang shit
Put this pistol to your brain shit
Now what the fuck you saying bitch?
I roll with the Klan, bitch
The Ku Klux Klan, bitch
We still believe in God
We either in Raris or
We in them Beamer cars
Remember saying Sir I'm done I need another pack
Remember saying Sir I'm done I need another sack
Fifty sack hundred pack five hundred pack, nigga
I run through that, and I get my fucking check, nigga
Posted up in Wala, and I got my Glock Glock, get shot shot
Remember when we broke in Wala, nigga
Why? Cause we some young wilds, nigga
I'm ballin bitch I took the ball and kicked that
Try and take my wristwatch you get a shit back
Now knock up on my door, I'm like who is that?
It's a clucker and she say she need a ten pack
Smokin' Tooka with a Ruger
Fuck around, come through do a hit off the scooter
The fuck niggas we come through boomin'
Disturbin' the peace like Luda
Check out my watch and my chain look lady I'm cooler
I'm Front street, I ride past then I shoot'em
If this about that money I maneuver
Measure weight, I be getting to it
You ain't got the right money then I fool ya
Hop up in my Beemer pull up on ya pull up to ya
[Hook: Tadoe]
Posted at Voilà’s with that ten sack
Till I seen a nigga icy, let me get that
Hit up my connect I need a six pack
When I got that, I thought I was rich Jack
Bitch I ain't rich, bitch I'm hood rich
Steel on the Front, hitting hood licks
Engine in the trunk pounds under the hood, bitch
A nigga try to rob me I wish he would, bitch
Foe'nem in they glory, shooting, Robert Horry
Thought that we was lacking, that's another story
Channel 7 News gave that nigga blues
Blood Money a mafia, no suwu
[Verse 1: Tadoe]
Free my nigga Dae Dae folks is goin' cray cray
Shoot on sight when that nigga say say
Free my nigga Kaykay, he was down for ten K's
Run in that niggas crib, ask him what they say say
Front Street bitch, nigga we don't play play
Ride down M.O.B. with 30's and AK's
I got big guns same height as Kay Kay
Nigga try to play us shoot him in his face face
Bitch what it is, what it do, bitch?
Who the fuck is you, what crew bitch?
Your highness with his boys name is Krüe, bitch
Trulla trulla glulla glulla that's the crew, bitch
[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Gang gang no squad squad
Grrrang grrrang, shot shots
Bang bang with Glocks Glocks
Pull up on your block get popped shot glah nigga
I'm your Papa nigga
Why? Cause I get lots gwop nigga
You get left squad nigga
Flintstones, Bedrock nigga
A Leo rock your block nigga
Rob your block with them Glocks and chops nigga
We don't go move, we won't stop nigga
All you hear is bang bang grah nigga, grah nigga
Get popped nigga
Hollows catch your ass, you get dropped nigga
I got a check and went and bought the lot nigga
Remember posted on the block with pops nigga
[Hook: Tadoe]
[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Blood gang bitch I'm with the Blood gang
You ain't know nothing you little man
With them little ass chains and them fake ass rings
All that fake ass jewelry, why you wear that man?
Why the fuck you flexin, why you flossin?
Bitch I'm gloin', like my cars, glossy
Your bitch gave me top her lip gloss glossy
Cause I came through fucking flossin'
Check out my Johnny Dang nigga
Niggas actin' like they on some gang shit
Nigga we be on that gang bang shit
Click clack bang shit
Put this pistol to your brain shit
Now what the fuck you saying bitch?
I roll with the Klan, bitch
The Ku Klux Klan, bitch
We still believe in God
We either in Raris or
We in them Beamer cars
Remember saying Sir I'm done I need another pack
Remember saying Sir I'm done I need another sack
Fifty sack hundred pack five hundred pack, nigga
I run through that, and I get my fucking check, nigga
Posted up in Wala, and I got my Glock Glock, get shot shot
Remember when we broke in Wala, nigga
Why? Cause we some young wilds, nigga
I'm ballin bitch I took the ball and kicked that
Try and take my wristwatch you get a shit back
Now knock up on my door, I'm like who is that?
It's a clucker and she say she need a ten pack
Smokin' Tooka with a Ruger
Fuck around, come through do a hit off the scooter
The fuck niggas we come through boomin'
Disturbin' the peace like Luda
Check out my watch and my chain look lady I'm cooler
I'm Front street, I ride past then I shoot'em
If this about that money I maneuver
Measure weight, I be getting to it
You ain't got the right money then I fool ya
Hop up in my Beemer pull up on ya pull up to ya
[Hook: Tadoe]
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