Testo Who is that Chief Keef

Who is that

Boy my fucking watch cost a brick
And my foreign car, the x6
Stop the fucking flexing boy you not with the shits
Point this pistol at his stomach , blow it nigga shit
Once we start taking streets, we start locking these shits
We popping shells, it (?) his eye (?)
Got some (?) that tote choppas and shit
Knock knock at my door, im at the peep hole like who is this?

What you need a fucking six pack ?
Knocking on my door, is you with the damn feds ?
What you need a fucking 10 pack ?
Give me a hundred, pussy you can get that
You say fuck glo out your mouth we push your fucking wig back
We got pistols in the club, fuck security we slipped that
I flow so hard, it made bullet proof shit crack
(?) so busy im the motherfucking shiznat
Im rolling in that (?), that (?)
All these hoes wanna give a kiss
Im smoking on that piss sack
It smell like a i just gone done taking a piss
You smoking on that shit pack
And it smell like you just got done taking a shit
Imma customize a sigmac
Cause you ain't never seen that shit
She suck my dick and i gave that bitch a tic-tac
Then told that ho to get the fuck out my shit
They come through gates, now we coming in the back
Catch yo ass by me we kill you in with that
Dear Mr your honor I ain't (?) it yet
Im just getting money I'm all in with that
HE should've could've would've he boy you couldn't shit
It back from the dead 2, im zombing bitch

Boy my fucking watch cost a brick
And my foreign car, the x6
Stop the fucking flexing boy you not with the shits
Point this pistol at his stomach , blow it nigga shit
Once we start taking streets, we start locking these shits
We popping shells, it (?) his eye (?)
Got some (?) that tote choppas and shit
Knock knock at my door, im at the peep hole like who is this?

Pull off coming back, turn you into a running back
Pull up in Jersey, maybe in Burgens nigga, slump yo ass
Im off the henny, and the pespis, the x, and all the thraxs
In the flesh, pull up leave a nigga flesh
Leave a nigga on his back, he shoulve fucking had his backup
Bullets gave him a disease, now this pussy need a fucking checkup
Bullets gave his ass hiccups, you want war nigga get up
On my auntie I paint pictures nigga, Ibang nigga

Boy my fucking watch cost a brick
And my foreign car, the x6
Stop the fucking flexing boy you not with the shits
Point this pistol at his stomach , blow it nigga shit
Once we start taking streets, we start locking these shits
We popping shells, it (?) his eye (?)
Got some (?) that tote choppas and shit
Knock knock at my door, im at the peep hole like who is this?