Chief Keef Lyrics

I told my head I'm sorry for the wait, but I ain't Weezy

I got a big load, I ain't sorry for this weight, I'm not Chief Keef

I got tired of a Backwood, rolled a 3.5 in this Looseleaf

And nigga, I can't hang with a nigga who out here moving loosely

I'm catching papercuts from counting all this pape up, not no loose leaf

On my brodie, niggas don't really want smoke, I got a lot of ammo

I got a Bape hoodie on, this not regular camo

10 P's, ain't shit, it feel like it ain't a load I can't handle

I can really shoot the glock with my left hand like I'm Julius Randle

Why when it's time to link and crash, niggas run and go hide

I might lamp outside a nigga crib, from 9 to 5 like this a job

This nigga tryna beef over a bitch, no we not into that

She gon' let me crack wheneva, just gotta send a text like "Come outside"

I ain't coppin petty G's, I got a load on me

I'm in a rental, in the back, 15 yings

I got blow money

Brodie fell in love with A.R.P.'s and he gon' blow some

I stuffed a ten inside of the mattress spring in like a week, all off smoke money

Brodie crackin' in a striker, SRT, slappin' dope money

Why I seem like the niggas who try to beef, they ain't got no money

I'm the type to leave it in the streets, not on the internet

(Nigga I'm the type to leave it in the streets not on the internet

Arguing all on live with the opps, no, we not into that

If I'm on a goofy live, I'm tryna see right where he at

And nigga if we spin and the opps don't die, then we gone double back)

I'm rockin Ksubi denim's right now, but it ain't shit to switch it to Amiri

And I got red in my cup, I don't sip liquor, but this a Bloody Mary

I just made a play for 24 in the middle of Salisbury

I ain't never worried, if my Glock a 9 then it hold a Curry

(Nigga I'm the type to leave it in the streets not on the internet

Arguing all on live with the opps, no, we not into that

If I'm on a goofy live, I'm tryna see right where he at

And nigga if we spin and the opps don't die, then we gone double back)

I told my head I'm sorry for the wait, but I ain't Weezy

I got a big load, I ain't sorry for this weight, I'm not Chief Keef

I got tired of a Backwood, rolled a 3.5 in this Looseleaf

And nigga, I can't hang with a nigga who out here moving loosely

I'm catching papercuts from counting all this pape up, not no loose leaf

On my brodie , niggas don't really want smoke, I got a lot of ammo

I got a Bape hoodie on, this not regular camo

10 P's, ain't shit, it feel like it ain't a load I can't handle

(I told my head I'm sorry for the wait, but I ain't Weezy

I got a big load on me

I got a big load, I ain't sorry for this weight I'm not Chief Keef)