Testi No Hook Gang - Chief Keef

No Hook Gang

Milonakis bitch, there are killers in my clique\nGlo boy, dough boy, gorillas in the mist\nYour Bentley ain’t shit and your ‘Rari ain’t sick\nI’m above money cause money don’t exist\nThe meditating heavyweight pouring out a fifth\nNow you see my dark side, I am Lord Sith\nInvisible watches on my fat wrist\nAnd if you’re that bitch, you can get a fat dick\nWho you think you’re working? No, not me\nI’m live-er than your internet ready TV\nI stayed Glo’d up like a firefly, firefly\nI’m higher than high, leave you lying in lie\nAnd I’m blowing stronger O’s than Oprah\nCause bitch I’m deeper than fucking Deepak Chopra, bitch\nMy pistol come through singing on the low\nThis ain’t for them and you him you know\nI pull up, I come through lay ‘em on the floor\nI got cake on the floor and cake up on my Tru’s\nI got cake in my pocket, cake up on my shoe\nIf you ain’t talking about the cake, it ain’t got shit to do with me\nI come through chopper G-Un\nCause we heard you got that yayo, the bank, and you got 50 piece\nYou better hire fucking Young Buck\nCome through with that Mack Maine bullet skateboard\nWeezy-We, you better have your fucking mob deep\nCause the heat and the fees be my prodigy\nLil boy I was up trapping when y’all was sleep\nMe and Benji we had went out to eat\nIt’s blood gang I’ma come through drippin' all week\nI got swag dripping out my fucking palm key\nUsually I come through in a ‘Rari\nNow I don’t give a motherfuck about it\nI’m a Glo boy, grown boy, what you know B\nYou don’t know shit, til I have my belt glowing\nPull up pull off, why you got a slow leak\nYou want beef you can have a proper hogie\nI come through clip longer than a mess on police\nI got shells that spell every letter in ho shit