[Verse 1: Chief Keef] These n***as ain't official (nah!) Real n***a ain't in him[?] Dope all in the spine Probably why I can't feel 'em Too much to lose (skrt!) Probably why I ain't get em' Gotta ball out for my dead homies Probably why I ain't with em' Ridin' around in this Fisker 10 hunnid for this Fisher Thousand dollars for this louis, (beep beep) these here official Ball, ball, ball foul give me a whistle Hoppin out with that style, these here a ticket [Verse 1] Walkin' through the mall, and I'm smellin' like dope Shoppin' in Gucci, they let me pour drink up This convo, ain't a ticket? Then I got's to hangup Cause I love that blue cheese, like everybody loves Raymond Come up in strip club, you f** around get rained up Glo up in my hood, you f** around get banged on Loud pipes when, I pull off you can hear it when I swang em' I'm in this b**h with a black hoodie, black gucci's; Trayvon [Bridge] I parked in a no park and got a ticket Told the lord to excuse me for my sinning Man I swear these b**hes out here trippin' If I was still in school, I'd have knots all in my dickies (Lets get it) [Hook] [Verse 2] Free Slick, n***as keep talkin' that G sh** n***as keep talkin' that sweet sh** n***as ain't talkin' that street sh** b**h my pockets on deep dish You don't hustle, you don't eat sh** Ride pa** you like I don't see sh** I let it seek me, ion seek it [Hook] Gucci! Louis! BANG