Chief Keef - f** n***as lyrics

[Hook] Him a f** n***a, him a f** n***a I don't f** with n***as, so it's f** n***as Knife on the chopper, it might cut n***as Cuz my ride on Forgiatos, said she love a n***a Said she don't f** with f** n***as, f** n***as, f** n***as f** n***as, f** n***as, f** n***as, f** n***as Shootin' at the f** n***as, shootin' clubs n***a Pull up on you n***a, you gon' lose a lotta n***as f** n***a [Verse 1] Knockin' at my door n***a What the f** you want n***a? We got lots of guns n***a I don't think you want a war n***a We got lots of funds n***a Hollow case in your n***a And I found the snitcher Paid a thousand just to kick it These Giuseppe's, b**h no Jordan's Balenciaga's, you can't afford it b**h my house is so enormous She gave me top, and her face gorgeous They don't like that new Sosa I still got my tool on me Make it do what it do homie Make you lose your shoes homie [Hook] [Verse 2] f** n***a, what n***a, wa**up n***a My youngins still come out the cut n***a Fredo still up in the cut n***a Tadoe still shootin' up clubs n***a And them my bloods n***a For them poppin' guns n***a For them you done n***a Better not catch ya, no slippin' Paid a thousand for some slippers That b**h like, "why?" Cuz I'm that n***a Gettin' money my agenda Like a artist I paint pictures b**h I'm T, no not tipsy She let me f** then she was like, "tip me" I was like, "b**h why you tripping" Then she tried to set me up Like that b**h flipped me Got a grip on my hip in my whip Shootin' out there, like a chipmunk Gave my shorty a choppa like go and flip some Don't come back til every one of them n***as done