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Neph Nem (Feat. Ballout & G Herbo)

Chief Keef

Almighty So 2


On Roc grave, on Cap head, So, foe
You be tweakin', foe, you know
what to do with this fuck though, Roc grave
Keep that though, foe, keep that so they know, on folks 'nem

Twenty pounds of gross in the trunk
I know you smell it on me (Woo, woo)
Ain't no crossin' Sosa, bitch
you know what happened to Tony (Woo, woo, woo)
Before I let a bitch play me
I'd rather play with Sony (Woo, woo)
I'm a Southside-ass nigga
catch me ridin' down Stony (Woo, woo)

I just, I just, I just, I just
I just, I just, I just, I just
I just, I just, I just, I just
I just, I just, I just
I just blew the top off it (Woo) , hot dog on it (Woo)
White Rolls boys
does it look like God, don't it? (Woo, woo)
Porsche 918 (Woo) , frog eyes on it (Woo)
Pay all cash, put my son life on it (Woo, woo)
Ran into a lick (Woo) , put the squad on it (Woo)
I can get you gone with just one nod, homie (Woo, woo)
Shit been gettin' fishy (Woo) , fishin' rod on me (Woo)
Bitch brought her friends
and I put the squad on it (Woo, woo)
This ain't your regular truck (Woo) , it's a mod on it (Woo)
Wide-body kit look like a dad bod on it (Woo, woo)
They like: Chief So
your cup cost a BBL, don't it? (Woo, woo)
Jewelry in the treasure box (Woo)
call me Dragon Tales, homie (Woo)
That USPS, still check (Woo) , I got mail, don't it? (Woo)
This money brand new, it got the smell on it (Woo, woo)
She told him she ain't hop on my dick (Woo)
she fell on it (Woo)
Had to leave by eleven
this bitch act like 12, homie (Woo, woo)

I'm in that wide-body Rolls, me and Dank in it (Ayy)
We ain't got no plates
but this bitch got a Drac' in it (We gone)
We can smell a murder soon as we see that face, spin it
We got bond money, but we smokin' stank tinted (Skrrt)
All the opps know, got a hundred rings
we winnin' (What up?)
Call up Chief So, whenever he say it, we'll hit him
Pull up in that Lam', me and Lil Lam, it ain't rented
I can send a M in minute, just a signature
Pointin' right at him, it's him, four-nick
we gon' sentence him
Married to that block, we divorce him, we gon' finish him
Heat right on his top, we gon' scorch
and spin back, watch him drench
Trained so many shooters
run up twenty sittin' back on the bench (Ayy, ayy)
If it's really beef, we don't tweet, we don't send 'em hints
If it's really smoke, we gon' blow, we gon' spin again
Bro went up the score and I ain't know
I know that's my twin
Put you in that trash can when we spin the bend (Ayy, ayy)

Composição: Chief Keef, Ballout & G Herbo

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