Rawlings - Chief Keef

Smokes, Glo!

Blood Gang Man, All Folks Kno How We Rockin Man

Glo Gang or No Gang Man

Stupid Blunts Man, Stupid Kush

So Motherfucking High Right Now Man

Got All These Eights, Ion Kno Where The Fuck I’m At Man, Feel Me?

All Type Of Whips Outside

M6's.

All Types Of Shit

Aye Bally, (Aye Bally)

Aye Aye, Pass Me The Rolls (Pass Me The Rolls)

Aye, So I Can Ball (So I Can Ball)

Bitches Already Know That We Ballin (We Ballin Aye)

I’m At The Mardi Gras, In New Orleans

Choppas Out, Get Them Boys

Got Them Dogs Out, They Sniffing

Runnin Around Your Kitchen, Where You’re Chilling

Send My Locksmith At Yo Door

Semi Glock Catch Yo Folks

See They Glo, We Posted On The Glo Block With Big Ass Poles

Brought The Glo Block Out, No Suburbs

In My Mansion Bitch, You Never Heard

Where It’s At?

You Never Know

Try To Follow Me, I’ma Blow

I Can Be Driving, Still Got The Pipe

Be Driving And I Still Ah Take Your Life

Pull Up On Ya Bitch I’m Still Taking Flight

I’m Off The Tooka And I’m Still Getting High

And Higher Aye (Higher)

Waiting For The Days To Go By, And Byer Aye

Only Thing That Matter Is The Money Aye

Wake Up In The Morning Yawning Aye, In The Morning

Fucking Hunnits, Fucking Thots

Fuck Niggas, Fuck Up Your Party, Up Your Party

Turn It To A Pool Party

Almighty You Admiring

In My 290

Catch You, Nobody

Under Him, Aye, What Is Wrong With Him?

(All Or Nothing)

Cause I’m Bipolar

When He Shooting, He Be Shooting Extra Tho

Have Yo Pipe Up, Catch You, Rawlings

Nigga We Don’t Carry Holsters

Riding With A Interlapse, Ain’t Got Time For That Chitter Chat

Fuck Nigga Try And Rob Me Get Em Back

This Choppa Break A Niggas Back