Chief Keef - What The f** Is Y’all On lyrics

(Verse 1: Juicy J) Ooh my God they caught this n***a loafin’ Hit him for his chain then see what else he toting Tell that f** n***a I need all the money I loaned him And if he talkin sh** then f** it smoke him To his mamma when you see your son on the news This is business b**h don’t get it confused He owed me two racks so they found him in two’s Fives tens twenties fifties b**h pay your dues I don’t give a f** money is money Yeah I’m geeked up but ain’t sh** funny Cause n***as don’t f** with you like you f** with them They want the money and the fame minus hustling (Hook: Juicy J) I still mob through my city like I’m f**ing King Kong What the f** is y’all on what the f** is y’all on Like I don’t ride with them burners go bur rum ba bum bum What the f** is y’all on what the f** is y’all on Juicy got the streets talking cause a n***a still on Still riding clean still getting high still blown What the f** is y’all on what the f** is y’all on Like I don’t ride with them burners go bur rum ba bum bum (Verse 2: Juicy J) I’mma pull them bazookas out and start cleaning house Kidnapped and missing that’s how we do it in the Dirty South And when I come through you p**y n***as gone respect it And stop crying over these b**hes being eyeball reckless Cause n***as want to fight over hoes and k** themselves Before they do that they trying to k** somebody else These n***as stupid as f** that’s why I keep my sh** on me Cause all these jackers think they gone rob me ain’t gone get a piece But I’m just laughing at them I’ll grab my mask and get them I’m from the old school I’ll go buy the realist system If it’s illegal don’t tell no n***a your business Cause you’ll be in your house and them jackers will be in it (Hook: Juicy J) I still mob through my city like I’m f**ing King Kong What the f** is y’all on what the f** is y’all on Like I don’t ride with them burners go bur rum ba bum bum What the f** is y’all on what the f** is y’all on Juicy got the streets talking cause a n***a still on Still riding clean still getting high still blown What the f** is y’all on what the f** is y’all on Like I don’t ride with them burners go bur rum ba bum bum (Verse 3: Chief Keef) We smokin’ kush, I’m takin’ breaths If a opp in my lane, I’m takin’ breaths He ain’t comin’ right, then we leave him left Being a billionaire, b**h I see myself I’m Chief Sosa, Chief Keef Sosa Give me some lime green, and some pink soda And a f**ing pill, I’m in it for real Tracks I k**, I eat em like meals Say goodnight, to yo b**h She got good brain, she focused I’m hocus, cause I pocus I’m 300 b**h you on some ho sh** I’m blowin’, Reese blowin’ Mac blowin’, b**h we all blowin’ It’s O-End, f** yo end Lil Moe land We totin’ We make sh** very scary, something like the beat You talkin’ a lot of sh**, don’t you tire me What up Santana? Fredo Santana We got on bandanas, guns man handled Aye Big Woo, let’s hit this stain b**h I’m insane b**h, I need brain b**h Bang bang b**h, I g**n b**h f** a main b**h, don’t got no main b**h Ooo my guys just caught a n***a lackin’ We got 30 clips of them rachets And we gonna let ’em have it And b**h we all savage, 300 savage Bullets flyin’ like maggots, and b**h I’m bout my cabbage Loud and that lean, make a stupid horror scene 300 the team, what the f** do you mean? All us pop beans, you lil n***as green beans Like pretty and pink, everyday is Halloween