OFF WIT HIS HEAD
Chief Keef
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(Off The Wall Gang) (Damn, that's Surreal right there?) ayy, ayy Niggas at your freakin' head Click-clack, niggas really scared (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Niggas at your freakin' head, click-clack Really scared I'ma run these motherfuckin' people Just like Diddy did Get my alcohol, weed, and my businesses Savage just like Beans That's who Beanie Sigel is up them poles Heatin' shit like I play for Heat and shit Pistol beatin' shit You don't know what pistol beatin' is Ridin' 'round town Prayin' to God with the SIG Smoke a nigga like a cig' Bang, off with his head, ayy Better play with your bitch You better play with your kids My niggas, they savages You better play with your ear on the jet On the Lear like I'll perform in here I got my gun in here, so be alarmed in here You want beef? There's farms in here A lotta armor in here, ayy Boy, we got the llamas here Them stupid choppers here, ayy Leave you where you stand You gon' need a doctor in here I brought my guap in here I can pay your doctor bills Pay your mama bills, pay your partner bills Pay a lotta bills, pay my bank deposit bills I got a lotta clips, I drive a lotta whips Like I'm at the casino, I won a lotta chips I brought my mop in here That dirty bop in here It'll bop your eyeballs, it'll bop your ear I brought my mop in here Hey dirty bop in here, ayy (Click-clack) it'll bop your eyeballs and It'll bop your ear, bang Niggas at your freakin' head, click-clack Really scared I'ma run these motherfuckin' people Just like Diddy did Get my alcohol, weed, and my businesses Savage just like Beans That's who Beanie Sigel is up them poles Heatin' shit like I play for Heat and shit Pistol beatin' shit You don't know what pistol beatin' is Ridin' 'round town Prayin' to God with the SIG Smoke a nigga like a cig' Bang, off with his head, ayy Smokin' on this Tooka, plottin' on a million Got a lotta children These niggas my children Try to smoke some Tooka, this shit It might kill you Tryna get some money, my nigga, I feel you Coolin' with the Glo, ayy That's my La Familia For my family, I'll kill ya At the red light, drill ya Pull up on you slow, ride off like a Steeler I think I'm from Pittsburgh, bitch I got my steel up 'Member bein' a stealer Your car could get peeled up Baby, I heard your car on E, f*ck with me It get filled up when I look in the mirror I see a young black nigga That made it out the Southside Where the fuckin' drills was Ridin' with my tooly And I'm down to drill ya Waste your ass, spill ya, Flintstone Fred and Wilma she gon' give me coochie 'til My fuckin' deal up It can go down anytime, but I'm still up Niggas at your freakin' head, click-clack Really scared I'ma run these motherfuckin' people Just like Diddy did Get my alcohol, weed, and my businesses Savage just like Beans That's who Beanie Sigel is up them poles Heatin' shit like I play for Heat and shit Pistol beatin' shit You don't know what pistol beatin' is Ridin' 'round town Prayin' to God with the SIG Smoke a nigga like a cig' Bang, off with his head, ayy (Damn, that's Surreal right there?) (Off The Wall Gang)
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