Chief Keef - I Don’t Think They Love Me lyrics

[Intro] Ye put Chicago on, I put Chiraq on Ye put Chicago on, I put Chiraq on Hmm hmm (On foenem) Naw, for real Thank you, thank you, thank you [Verse 1] We done buried some many of the guys Got an AP, but don't know when it’s your time She like “Sosa, do you like fish?”, un-un If she from Hong-Kong, she be eatin' wonton Chopsticks, sizzle cake 'cause it’s bum bum bum Gun on you, but it's in trunk, what the fu*k? I pulled Jovel out the seat, and pump him up You in close range, that shotgun gon' dump you up In the yard, these b*tches juggin' on me Party b*tches, juggin' on me Pop him and his homie Fry they ass, like baloney I can buy a chimp, still lonely Every since I got money All of these b*tches, love me Ridin' round in my Hellcat He hate me, I felt that Like Cody be actin' like he stand jack Turn the T, I nailed that You ain't grow up in the projects I made a b*tch, that’s some stretch We love you more and one less I don’t want you, baby, I want neck I ain't buyin’ a b*tch sh*t, if she don't buy me sh*t We ain't wanna hand co*ked for a free b*tch I can't give a b*tch sh*t, if she ain’t gave me sh*t She don't know who her baby daddy, say I might be it Say a ni**a actin' crazy, that's how we get We ain't get tutored in the streets, how you gon' teach sh*t? I can't live with no b*tch, she might bleach my sh*t I just hit the back of the club on some VIP sh*t [Interlude] Sosa baby Sit gang, situation gang, b*tch [Verse 2] I wanna clear my mind I got a Lamborghini and it's parked outside I'm in a Lamborghini Couldn't make it right with shorty, at least I tried Wanna be my shorty, I am not pliced Tryna have me sprung, I ain't T-Pain Got some bad hoes, brought ‘em to me, gang I mean, gang got bad hoes, and brought ‘em to me, me Sent some flyers up, let you know, choppa got a mean grin fu*k G on the west side of the fefe You know I'm Gucci, yeah, I'm GG Skinny lil' b*tch, with a head like Riri