Running Late - Chief Keef

One for the money, two for the drugs

Three for my pistol, four for the slug

One, two, comin' for you

Three, four, knockin' on your door

Five, six, comin' through your gate

Seven, eight, we was runnin' a lil' late

Nine, ten, I’m ridin' with extendeds

Eleven, twelve, Forbes on my hit list

Thirteen, fourteen, karats on my pinky

Fifteen, sixteen, tattoos bitch, I’m inky

Seventeen, eighteen, chains got me iced out

Nineteen, twenty, fuckin' bands to get you sniped out

Little case, twenty-one bands will get you right out

Free Cdai, a .22 shotter’s on me right now

Twenty-three's on the car, twenty-four's on the truck

Twenty-five times 2's in my motherfuckin' Glock

I got twenty-six pumps for a motherfuckin' thot

I’m sendin' twenty-seven shots at a motherfuckin' opp

One for the money, two for the drugs

Three for my pistol, four for the slug

One, two, comin' for you

Three, four, knockin' on your door

Five, six, comin' through your gate

Seven, eight, we was runnin' a little late

Twenty-nine, thirty, I was posted with them .30's

Thirty-one, thirty-two, I’m so gone like a birdy

Thirty-three, thirty-four, call me Sosa Paul Birdy

Thirty-five, thirty-six, I got my ball all dirty

Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, Tony Tiger bitch, I’m great

Thirty-nine, forty, I can sense these niggas fate

Forty-one, forty-two, I want it from them in the coupe

I’m goin' 143 and 144 too

Forty-five for my jacket, aw man!

Forty-six in them and we givin' out ten

Forty-seven of them bands

Big racks like I wear a 48 in pants

BANG BANG

One for the money, two for the drugs

Three for my pistol, four for the slug

One, two, comin' for you

Three, four, knockin' on your door

Five, six, comin' through your gate

Seven, eight, we was runnin' a little late