Lyrics
Uh, drill, ain't saying my name no more (In the UK)
Putting beats inna choke-hold
Step in the game I knee deep, loving this music, teach me
Feeling like case, tease me, fuck em inna jeep, beep beep
I don't want the text, Chief Keef, Not passing my blunt I chief these
Eating these rappers, I'm greedy
Ain't seeing these bitches I'm Stevie
Let's look at the stats, matter fact don't
Can't fuck with a verse from me
I see what you lack, the pen, the pad, the flow, you got no ability
Yeah, my ass fat
Yo nigga use both hands
When he's grippin' on these cheeks
I'm in his dreams, but I'm your nightmare
Turn this bitch into Elm street
Go ahead, put this on repeat, put your favorite rap in the guillotine
P.O.P. with the smoke screen, cookin' this dope, got a few things
I got them itchin' for new heat
You got them snitchin' for loose leads
Gang let it blow like loose leaf
They layin' that belt for no fee, yeah
Rolled out, get rolled on
We spendin' blocks with your photo
Four deep in a four door
Locations, we don't post those
We ain't switchin' sides at halftime
All eyes on these thick thighs
It's a moist pie, call me key lime
Don't want me back, you know he lying
Say you better tell them keep trying
They copper cunts, to this silver dime
Bend the blocks I'm his favorite curve
G.Herbo, I hit him with the swerve
Anybody could catch a serve
I'm a blind waiter with a lot of nerve
Need a real nigga, so my box reserve
Steppin' on the opps in some new Herve
Herve (Herve) Leger (Leger)
UK (UK) chats (chat)
That's a fact (that's a fact)
Cheerio, cheerio (cheerio, cheerio)