Blocka - Chief Keef

Franklin and chop

Can’t trust every face bitch I gotta watch

That’s why I need Ben Franklin and chop

I can’t trust every face bitch I gotta watch

That’s why I need Ben Franklin and chop

Driving, we gon' swerve to the top

Got plenty Glocks, FNs and chops

Gun go blocka

Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang

Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang

Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang

Who talking about Almighty Sosa?

Bang bang, blocka blocka, blocka blocka

Bang bang, blocka blocka, blocka blocka

Bang bang

Who talking about Almighty So?

Who talking about Almighty So?

Pull up flexing on everybody I see

Everybody wanna be like Keef

Everybody don’t like Keef

But won’t nobody try Keef

Like hookah, smoking Tooka

You smoking fufu, call it G

Bitch, I ain’t no fucking Mubu

I’ll leave you Tutu

Guns go blocka

Sosa a crazy mothafucka

Choppa

Glocks, FNs, and Macs, we going to an opera

Round, shooting niggas down

Where my fuckin crown?

Bitch, I’m King Glo

Tryna copy my style, no Kinkos

I’ma lion from the wild, you a fish, Finding Nemo

Acting like Sub Zero, gon' leave his ass defroze

I’m flexing, niggas pissed

I see you walking, got a pistol

Shoot it at me, you know I’m down

Nigga nigga

I can fuck your sister and your mama, lil nigga

You don’t want no drama, lil nigga

Bullets flying like Compton, lil nigga

Choppas go brrocka brrocka, lil nigga

Block guns go bang bang and ping ping

30 shots in this ning ding

Got a 50 and a 40, lil shorty

You ain’t got more money than my shorties

I gave some money to my shorties

They gon' come and kill your ass for me

Blah, blah, scah

Pussy nigga, I need an Oscar

I need a Grammy for my grandmama

Flexing on every woman, everybody, let 'em know

I mean, act like they ain’t know

Sosa was gonna blow, making big dough

Now I’m with Interscope

Jimmy Iovine, fuck with me though

Chris, fuck with me though

Tadoe, that’s my cousin though

You know how I’m rockin though

Pistols get to popping, hoe

You tell me you love me, stop it hoe

Tryna set me up for my diamonds, hoe

I’ma shoot you right there in your throat

Put this dick down your throat

See your lil dumbass home

You a thot but you thought I was wrong

Wanna glo? Just be like Chief Keef, 'lieve me

Who these niggas? I don’t know these peewees

Bitch, I’m rockin Herman’s peewee

Gold, my necklace look like peepee

Can’t trust every face bitch I gotta watch

That’s why I need Ben Franklin and chop

Driving, we gon' swerve to the top

Got plenty Glocks, FNs and chops

Gun go blocka

Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang

Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang

Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang

Who talking about Almighty Sosa?

Bang bang, blocka blocka, blocka blocka

Bang bang, blocka blocka, blocka blocka

Bang bang

Who talking about Almighty So?

Who talking about Almighty So?