Booty Call - Chief Keef

I pop up in the middle of the hot block

Make the Glock pop, sound like pop rocks on your block

Ten shots from the forty-five at 12 o’clock

I know the cops tired of me because I bail a lot

SWAT mad they couldn’t get me and I smelled like pot

One hundred dollar blunts, bitch I smell like guap, ayy

Stepped in a grow house, now I smell like crop

Looked in the mirror, damn near seen my pops

Shawty beatin' up my phone for me to beat her box

She can fuck all your bros, you gon' eat her box

Shawty said she crush a lot and she creep a lot

Shawty your Uber outside, you tryna sleep with a lot

I just ordered fifty wings, she say I eat a lot

These niggas ain’t street much, but I’m street a lot

Full of smoke up in my chest like Albuterol

Slide on him late night like a booty call

If you ain’t from the spot, click-clack, who is y’all?

Let you drive away, spin back, I’m doing y’all

Y’all can split this clip just in case it’s two of y’all

Turn my yard to a stage, now we booing y’all