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

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

[Hook: Chief
No Instagram it can go
I don't fuck with niggas that both sides
I keep smelt the dope we drove past
Stopped to get some backwoods and more gas
Bitch I'm fresher a fucking Hebrew
If you owe me I see you
Walk in get a tee or two
black whip that's that pickachu

[Ball
Ran off on the in 09'
Just a model wife with a bow tie
I'm with blood now might as well 'em slime
All I see is money I I'm going blind
Hater blockers on my face I call the specs
Hit we just ran through a check
Grab Fn"ins we just ran through the techs
I just her from the back on a fucking jet

[Hook:Chief

Boy:Bridge]
Ball bring that money out boy
Y'all know what it is
All we see is red and blue nigga
Or I should say red and nigga
Blood and nigga

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

Chief Keef]

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

Chief Keef]