Fuck Nigga - Dolan Beats, Chief Keef

Fuck Boy, bumbaclot boy

Say one thing then we gon' be on your block boy

Got a lot boy, thats' that Glock boy

Fuck boy, toting some Glock boy

I’m smoking strong ass pack and shit

My niggas come through wacking shit

Bad bitches rub my back and shit

Like the police, they always ask me shit

I be adding shit, subtracting shit

Lately, I been on some relaxing shit

I bet motherfuckers wanna know how big my mansion is

Let me tell a fuck nigga just glance at it

Fuck boy, bumbaclot boy

Say one thing we gon' be on your block boy

We them Glo Gang hotboys

Come through killin shit and they can’t stop us

So run your block up

I’m coming through with all nine, Glocks and choppers

And ain’t nobody getting locked up

We ain’t snitching and you niggas not us

Sending shit like mailmans

Ten niggas in one little caravan

A lot of tools and a couple of handy men

Come through bustin' at you, better duck when you hear the man

I’m glo’d up like a candle, man

And my chain carry no diamonds, that little man

And I bet your bitch a happy camper, man

She give brain like she got a happy temperament

To fuck boys I am Casper

They say what’s up and I look past 'em

I got a AK with a dagger

And I’ma shoot your ass up then I’ma stab you up

Almighty spectacular

In the stu late night, buying beats like I’m Dracula

Let a nigga act like he tryna fight me, then imma light him up

Remember when i used to ain’t have shit, now I got the finest stuff

I’m smoking strong ass pack and shit

My niggas come through wacking shit

Bad bitches rub my back and shit

Like the police, they always ask me shit

I be adding shit, subtracting shit

Lately, I been on some relaxing shit

I bet motherfuckers wanna know how big my mansion is

Let me tell a fuck nigga just glance at it

I’m winning, no pretending

Windows tinted, none of my cars rented

I could spend it, so I can spend it

Smoking Tooka when I’m reminiscing

Pull up on your block like skrr

Fuck niggas gon' freeze up like deer

I like lean, I don’t want no beer

I’m eighteem, I don’t want no beer

Six thots, wifey, and one me

Glock 18, ain’t need to be dumb with me

Try to come up in here, turn your ass to lunch beef

Lotta fire what you gonna see

I still like my bitch conceited

Still 300 O’Block 'til I’m bleeding

We still in the streets killing oppositions

I’m cooling in the stu, tryna make me a billion

Throw your set up, throw your gats up

Throw the wrong gat up then you get smacked up

Throw the wrong set up then you get stretched up

I got a small circle, I done lessed up

But I got shooters in Miami

Got shooters in Los Angeles

Got shooters in Alabama

Shoot your concert up and leave nothing but cameras

I’m smoking strong ass pack and shit

My niggas come through wacking shit

Bad bitches rub my back and shit

Like the police, they always ask me shit

I be adding shit, subtracting shit

Lately, I been on some relaxing shit

I bet motherfuckers wanna know how big my mansion is

Let me tell a fuck nigga just glance at it