3rd Person

Zaytoven I got itchy palms I just left Saint Laurent Runnin' up the guap What I am I am, what I'm not I'm not Life is fabulous It's the crack of dawn Niggas act real low I put that shit on folks It's tension, let me know (Let me know) I keep shit a C-note (A C-note) Fuck Chief Keef, he broke (Fuck Chief Keef, he broke) My clip hold three-oh (Hold three-oh) Baby, suck it for me slow (For me slow) You tired, then let me know (Let me know, bitch) I can send you home (Home) That Uber won't be long (Won't be long, skrrt) She wanna sniff a slope She walk around with coke Had F's on my report card, now I got F's on my coat Walked in there, buy a boat I need helicopter, I got hella choppers, yeah Scopes is telescopic, bounce around like grasshoppers, uh I ain't got no choice but do this shit for my dead partners, uh Oh, you want some beef? Well, welcome to the Red Robins, uh I just left Minnesota, I BBC'd my jacket, uh Shawty bouncin' that ass, I think she want me to smack it That H3, niggas ain't fuckin' 'round with these faggies I don't want the hoe again, nigga, I already done had it Man, these lil' niggas crab, call 'em red lobster Thought you was playin' with the gang, aw yeah, partner In Marina del Ray with a bitch named Lana Flicked a switch on a bitch, and I DameDot 'em Fuck Chief Keef, he a hoe (Fuck Chief Keef) That nigga don't got no poles He don't live that shit he talk (Nah) Fuck GBE, they soft (Fuck GBE) This a gang of dons, we got a gang of guns I don't give guns to my son, my daddy gave me one Fuck Chief Keef, he ain't havin' Them niggas are not savage, yeah Come meet my automatic, uh, yeah, uh, yeah God said let thy have it, uh Gang slip, sign right up We can get right up Split your shit right up, uh, uh, uh Then we split right up --- 3rd Person - Chief Keef