Farm - Chief Keef

Bitch I’m beaming beaming smoking stinky

Earring looking like they supposed to be on my fucking pinky

Tearing up the mall, I be speedin'

What you wearing ain’t even up to fucking season

Take the fucking ball, and I knee it

Cause I’m fucking balling for no reason

I spent a car on a M.O.N.C. Moncler

I smoke kush like I grow it on a farm yeah

Bitch I smoke trees like I grow dem

Who is these niggas I don’t know dem

They don’t be smoking dope like me and bro’nem

Folks’nem, Glo’nem

Got a weed license like I grew him I smoke him

I’m in the Beamer catch his Benz, blow them

I caught him shooting dice and I rolled him

My pistol’s fabulous I call him Los’nem

Smoking on this Tooka cause I know him

You can’t stop a Amtrak railroad him

Bitch I’m Sosa Joc, it can go down

2−4 Black Disciples, ten toes down

I be smoking tons yeah

Too much kush for my lungs yeah

Walk in the mall spending money having fun yeah

I’m Gloing LED 4K TV and Suns yeah

1080p I was born in '83 I’m lying yeah

I been doing this shit since I was a youngin' ask my mom yeah

Smoke so much crop like I grew up on a farm yeah

Bitch steady talking I’m like «Is you done?"she like «Yeah»

I’m gliding in that bitch skert skert bitch I be stunting

Your boyfriend talking shit huh huh huh I get money

Pull on his block and shit duh duh duh I be gunnin'

Here come the cops and shit skuh skuh skuh I be runnin'