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[Caper
Aye wop go that tech man
Tray Savage load FN up
Lil Boss that shit up man
Y'all we smoke out the 448
out the pints
Aye bring that money counter out boy
You what the fuck time it is man

[Chief
Splashing on these yea that's that sea salt
All the horses in this foreign I'm yeehaw
You know we got that defense play b-ball
I think I'm Ray Charles I can't see y'all
Throw theses on how bitch the new cappers
our shit nigga ain't no new trappers
Going forward in this foreign like I move backwards
You on the fuck shit and take that it a tap ya
I'm a white bitch she a coke head
My mentality is get bread
I'm in a fast car it's a snow sled
Stick sticking out like a forehead

Chief Keef]
No Instagram it can go
I don't fuck with that play both sides
I keep smelt the when we drove past
to get some backwoods and some more gas
Bitch I'm than a fucking Hebrew
If you owe me I see you
in Valentino get a tee or two
Yellow black whip that's that

out:Verse]
Ran off on the in 09'
Just fucked a model wife a bow tie
I'm with blood now as well call 'em slime
All I see is money I think I'm going
Hater on my face I call them the specs
Hit neimans we just ran through a
Grab some Fn"ins we ran through the techs
I just her from the back on a fucking jet

[Hook:Chief

Boy:Bridge]
Ball bring money counter out boy
Y'all what time it is
All we wanna see is red and nigga
Or I should say red and green
Blood and nigga

[Fredo
Rob a fuck nigga take his shit
Ran off with pack you a whole bitch
Bitches in the trap I make them hoes
Them hoes don't fuck I make them hoes dip
I getting money since like 06'
Phone booming I just moved a whole
Got 100 shot I at your whole clique
Got 100 I shoot up your whole whip
ringing damn all this money coming in
Remember being on the block 3 for 10
Try to rob I put one up in yo wig
I don't carry 38. all I told is
Let this beef get I smoke your kids
These ain't did what I did
Remember running the cops had to hop the fence
And you hang around if you ain't popping shit

[Hook Chief

Boy I'm on that shit
that rapping shit
I'll hit your block up then chops automatic
we gon blast off
Fuck it on
Nigga said the wit it,boy stop it they look mad
In the get bags off
We got mad
Bitch you ain't off molly nigga,thats some salt
Try to rob huh off
Get you mad
Bitch I get that guap like a cash

Chief Keef]