Wazzup - Chief Keef

Always dreamt of foreign trucks

I found me a way to get my hunnids up

She asked me, do I trust her borderline

Stick a nigga up, when I got that porcupine

We both in G’s, but your shit don’t cost more than mine

I can’t be chest, it feelin' like Arm &Hammer

My shorty beat the drum, I call 'em David Banner

Granny made the style, and mommy made the manners

Shorty pull up fresh, call her Dolce Gabanna

Was a, I’m an acre handler

I got twenty different ways to make a bender

I was not tryna draw Dragon Ball

Now I’m hoppin' out of that damn air bender

I spent three bricks on wings, spoilers, and fenders

Get up out my business, bitch, call me mister

Get up out my business, bitch, call me mister

Run up, back and broke, pussy, we a fiction

Baby ass bitch is tryna learn me

Told 'em tryna learn to be a good listener

God, I’m tryna learn to be a good Christian

Ask either of your friends she wasn’t with it

God just done and took away my good vision

But I can still spot a fuckin' fuck nigga

Baby girl got fired

1−800-Chief-So, who gettin' hired?

icy 'cus you fired

These niggas my sons, so call me Iver