Chief Keef - Shorties lyrics

[Hook] Them my shorties, them my shorties Them my shorties, them my shorties I get my shorties 40's They come through blowing, blowing, blowing They ain't missing They come through scoring, scoring, scoring Them my shorties, them my shorties These n***as shorties, these n***as shorties I get my shorties 40's They come through blowing, blowing, blowing When we pull up, hop out loud we blowing, blowing, blowing [Verse 1] Young Bino grab the strap, Flash grab the racks Ball drive the car, Tadoe grab the thots Tre Savage grab the mac, Cap grab the bag Throw back grab the front, this ain't what you want Them my shorties, ya we shooting guns Call Capo from the front he come through with the front Call Juice from Savage Squad he come through with the lumps Call Fredo out the cut he come through with the mops Very scary goosebumps, I come through with the skunk Blowing on the skunk, skunk reeking out my truck And I don't give a f**, I got money not no luck I ain't never give no f** I was always with the buck buck [Hook] Them my shorties, them my shorties Them my shorties, them my shorties I get my shorties 40's They come through blowing, blowing, blowing They ain't missing They come through scoring, scoring, scoring Them my shorties, them my shorties These n***as shorties, these n***as shorties I get my shorties 40's They come through blowing, blowing, blowing When we pull up, hop out loud we blowing, blowing, blowing [Verse 2] I smell like cat piss, your b**h already on my next list Come through with that gat b**h, we know drama young and reckless My n***as always wilding, I swear they over protective We don't know detective, we don't know who shoots the weapons Don't care about a lecture all I care about is money Don't give no f** about court, don't give no f** about running I'm somewhere counting money it's a money dance tsunami I'm somewhere eating pastrami with my shorties we be munching and mobbing [Hook] Them my shorties, them my shorties Them my shorties, them my shorties I get my shorties 40's They come through blowing, blowing, blowing They ain't missing They come through scoring, scoring, scoring Them my shorties, them my shorties These n***as shorties, these n***as shorties I get my shorties 40's They come through blowing, blowing, blowing When we pull up, hop out loud we blowing, blowing, blowing