Chief Keef - f** n***a lyrics

[Intro] f** Boy, bumbaclot boy Say one thing then we gon' be on your block boy Got a lot boy, thats' that Glock boy f** boy, toting some Glock boy [Hook] I'm smoking strong a** pack and sh** My n***as come through wacking sh** Bad b**hes rub my back and sh** Like the police, they always ask me sh** I be adding sh**, subtracting sh** Lately, I been on some relaxing sh** I bet motherf**ers wanna know how big my mansion is Let me tell a f** n***a just glance at it [Verse 1] f** boy, bumbaclot boy Say one thing we gon' be on your block boy We them Glo Gang hotboys Come through k**in sh** and they can't stop us So run your block up I'm coming through with all nine, Glocks and choppers And ain't nobody getting locked up We ain't snitching and you n***as not us Sending sh** like mailmans Ten n***as in one little caravan A lot of tools and a couple of handy men Come through bustin' at you, better duck when you hear the man I'm glo'd up like a candle, man And my chain carry no diamonds, that little man And I bet your b**h a happy camper, man She give brain like she got a happy temperament To f** boys I am Casper They say what's up and I look past 'em I got a AK with a dagger And I'ma shoot your a** up then I'ma stab you up Almighty spectacular In the stu late night, buying beats like I'm Dracula Let a n***a act like he tryna fight me, then imma light him up Remember when i used to ain't have sh**, now I got the finest stuff [Hook] I'm smoking strong a** pack and sh** My n***as come through wacking sh** Bad b**hes rub my back and sh** Like the police, they always ask me sh** I be adding sh**, subtracting sh** Lately, I been on some relaxing sh** I bet motherf**ers wanna know how big my mansion is Let me tell a f** n***a just glance at it [Verse 2] I'm winning, no pretending Windows tinted, none of my cars rented I could spend it, so I can spend it Smoking Tooka when I'm reminiscing Pull up on your block like skrr f** n***as gon' freeze up like deer I like lean, I don't want no beer I'm eighteem, I don't want no beer Six thots, wifey, and one me Glock 18, ain't need to be dumb with me Try to come up in here, turn your a** to lunch beef Lotta fire what you gonna see I still like my b**h conceited Still 300 O'Block 'til I'm bleeding We still in the streets k**ing oppositions I'm cooling in the stu, tryna make me a billion Throw your set up, throw your gats up Throw the wrong gat up then you get smacked up Throw the wrong set up then you get stretched up I got a small circle, I done lessed up But I got shooters in Miami Got shooters in Los Angeles Got shooters in Alabama Shoot your concert up and leave nothing but cameras [Hook] I'm smoking strong a** pack and sh** My n***as come through wacking sh** Bad b**hes rub my back and sh** Like the police, they always ask me sh** I be adding sh**, subtracting sh** Lately, I been on some relaxing sh** I bet motherf**ers wanna know how big my mansion is Let me tell a f** n***a just glance at it