Binoculars - Chief Keef

I close the curtains in my car

My joint looks like an arm

So much toke you’d think I got a farm

But please do not try me I’m armed

I will do ya lots of harm

You better off fuckin' with armored trucks

'Cause we is gon' skyrocket ya

You will see it on binoculars

See I collect, royalties be in mine

High off the dope, I woke up, where am I?

Shoot a nigga down, splat

Where the Shamwow?

You already know the racks

I bought him out

When you talkin' Chief Keef

Do me a favor, watch your teeth

Goin' «skrrt, skrrt», pull up where you be

I’m under the influence, behind the wheel

Man I’m always high as fuck

I ain’t got no chills

I close the curtains in my mind

I close the bitches like they’re blinds

I close the windows when I smoke

Now you see me

Now you don’t

I close the curtains in my car

My joint looks like an arm

So much toke you’d think I got a farm

But please do not try me I’m armed

I will do ya lots of harm

You better off fuckin' with armored trucks

'Cause we is gon' skyrocket ya

You will see it on binoculars

I close the curtains in my crib

Like everyone know where I live

But I’m so clouded

And I got an army

You sippin' red ruben

And I sip that Barney, bang

I hit the bank 'bout twenty times a day

The shit I’m sippin', it’s dirty, it’s wine, no way

The shit I’m smokin'

It ain’t normal

Ain’t talkin' 'bout the smell

Boy, I’m talkin' 'bout the form of it

You know I be smokin' that loud

You can smell it if your nose was stopped up

I try to drive the speed limit now

Just in case the police stop us

I close the curtains in my car

My joint looks like an arm

So much toke think I got a farm

But please do not try me I’m armed

I will do ya lots of harm

You better off fuckin' with armored trucks

'Cause we is gon' skyrocket ya

You will see it on binoculars