[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
These n***as ain't official (nah!)
Real n***a ain't in him[?]
Dope all in the spine
Probably why I can't feel 'em
Too much to lose (skrt!)
Probably why I ain't get em'
Gotta ball out for my dead homies
Probably why I ain't with em'
Ridin' around in this Fisker
10 hunnid for this Fisher
Thousand dollars for this louis, (beep beep) these here official
Ball, ball, ball foul give me a whistle
Hoppin out with that style, these here a ticket
[Verse 1]
Walkin' through the mall, and I'm smellin' like dope
Shoppin' in Gucci, they let me pour drink up
This convo, ain't a ticket? Then I got's to hangup
Cause I love that blue cheese, like everybody loves Raymond
Come up in strip club, you f** around get rained up
Glo up in my hood, you f** around get banged on
Loud pipes when, I pull off you can hear it when I swang em'
I'm in this b**h with a black hoodie, black gucci's; Trayvon
[Bridge]
I parked in a no park and got a ticket
Told the lord to excuse me for my sinning
Man I swear these b**hes out here trippin'
If I was still in school, I'd have knots all in my dickies
(Lets get it)
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Free Slick, n***as keep talkin' that G sh**
n***as keep talkin' that sweet sh**
n***as ain't talkin' that street sh**
b**h my pockets on deep dish
You don't hustle, you don't eat sh**
Ride pa** you like I don't see sh**
I let it seek me, ion seek it
[Hook]
Gucci! Louis! BANG