Chief Keef – Sneeze Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Yah, yah, yah, yah (Yeah)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Yeah)
Yah, yah (Yeah)
Sosa, baby (Sosa)
GBE, baby (Bang, Bang)

[Chorus]
Chocolate chopper for him, he think it’s vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I’m sweat her
“Chief Sosa, I look up to you,” pussy boy, you better
If you ain’t smokin’ OG, I don’t want your weed
Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
Do this shit for Cap’ and Blood, throwin’ C’s, throwin’ B’s
Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze

[Verse 1]
Lift this chopper like some weights, I ain’t bench pressin’
Got FNH up in the club and I got Smith & Wesson
But I don’t really like Smith & Wesson, got Glock, boy
If he decide to knock you down, you’s a opp, boy
Pulled up in that ugly thing, it got teeth on it
They like “What the fuck’s a feature, ain’t got Keef on it”
This bitch wanna roll some weed and put some keef on it
At the top hangin’ off the clouds, yeah my sleeves on it
If you lookin’ for me, I’m prolly in New Orleans
With them 504 boys, no Levis jeans
Come through with 450s, nigga flee the scene
Bitch a 223 chopper, that’s what Keef’ll bring

[Chorus]
Chocolate chopper for him, he think it’s vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I’m sweat her
“Chief Sosa, I look up to you,” pussy boy, you better
If you ain’t smokin’ OG, I don’t want your weed
Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
Do this shit for Cap’ and Blood, throwin’ C’s, throwin’ B’s
Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze

[Verse 2]
Up this Glock and sneeze, catch you, ha-choo
Come through and knock down your partner, I mean to pop you
Like we was shootin’ some craps, I mean to spot you
You’s a goofy to the audience, no need to clap you
I got plenty B-roll, like a camera man
Diddy Boppin’ in the party, that’s Keef Hammer Dance
You can put me at the back and I’m still gon’ win
Stompin’ on the heads of my mufuckin’ mini-man
Brown brick mansion, lookin’ like some wheats, nigga
Six car garage, well I got three in them
Gotta go super far for the other three
Pull off and my shit soundin’ ugly

[Chorus]
Chocolate chopper for him, he think it’s vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I’m sweat her
“Chief Sosa, I look up to you,” pussy boy, you better
If you ain’t smokin’ OG, I don’t want your weed
Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
Do this shit for Cap’ and Blood, throwin’ C’s, throwin’ B’s
Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang bang, bang bang

Chief Keef – Water Resort Lyrics

[Chorus]
Woke up, brush my teeth
Thank the lord that I’m here today
Stole Toyota’s, now I hop out the ‘cat, hop in a Wraith
I’m a fuckin king, where’s my throne?
Bring a young nigga some grapes
This bitch talk too much, oh my god
Bring a young nigga some tape
Just cuz I got cash don’t mean I won’t smoke your ass like a Newport short
I guess I gotta learn, and this is some shit that I can’t do no more
Don’t come when not ready, it’s a young nigga
Tell y’all crew to abort
Hop in that one-way, shorty somethin’ like a water resort

[Verse 1]
With a bitch named Marissa
Going faster than a missile
Too blessed with a tissue
Girl shoot diamond like a pistol (Bang)
Hit a bitch with a whistle
What’s on my feet? They Balenciagas
I got a dirty mouth need a rinsin
I need all the bread and the biscuits
Slippers came with shoestrings
[?] still got a shoestring
Three flexed up too clean
Twenty thousand in the bar two things
Chain granny and mom a 50
Bitch want me to sign her titties
I need you to mind your business
Where the cash at? Go get it
Where the bitches at? Go fuck em
Where the opps at? Don’t duck em
The law hate me so fuck em
These niggas fake don’t hug em
Sosa bipolar, don’t bug him
You already know he don’t trust em
The nigga too cool, get an oven
He want [?] from a dozen

[Chorus]
Woke up, brush my teeth
Thank the lord that I’m here today
Stole Toyota’s, now I hop out the ‘cat, hop in a Wraith
I’m a fuckin king, where’s my throne?
Bring a young nigga some grapes
This bitch talk too much, oh my god
Bring a young nigga some tape
Just cuz I got cash don’t mean I won’t smoke your ass like a Newport shorty
I guess I gotta learn, and this is some shit that I can’t do no more
Don’t come when not ready, it’s a young nigga
Tell y’all crew to abort
Hop in that one-way, shorty somethin’ like a water resort

[Verse 2]
You ain’t smokin by the ounce, you can bounce
I don’t smoke no mid, I smoke super loud
I quit the lean see if I can do without it
Illustrated, makin’ me a new medallion
Be careful this package is super fragile
And my dog keep eating my Gucci sandals
Hoe see me in person like “ooh he handsome”
Tryna stuff this cash in my Gucci pants
Man these niggas be having me fucked up
When the boss told em shut the fuck up
Some of these hoes say I act stuck up
Know it’s fuck you if it’s fuck us
Chief Sosa how come you don’t trust us?
Well chance is light came down and struck us
Need to learn how to take down your instructions
Gotta have Ben Frank grand jack all instructions
My dog fresher than you
My daughter is too
My heat get to stuttering
Get barbecue-cue’d
My heat get to stuttering
It love to doo-doo
Foes at my door like doo doo
They know I’m gorilla like ooo ooo

[Chorus]
Woke up, brush my teeth
Thank the lord that I’m here today
Stole Toyota’s, now I hop out the ‘cat, hop in a Wraith
I’m a fuckin king, where’s my throne?
Bring a young nigga some grapes
This bitch talk too much, oh my god
Bring a young nigga some tape
Just cuz I got cash don’t mean I won’t smoke your ass like a Newport shorty
I guess I gotta learn, and this is some shit that I can’t do no more
Don’t come when not ready, it’s a young nigga
Tell y’all crew to abort
Hop in that one-way, shorty somethin’ like a water resort (bang)

Chief Keef – Whatchamacalla Lyrics

[Intro:]
Aye pass me a whatchamacallit
Told that bitch whatchamacallit
She ask a nigga whatchamacall that shit

[Hook:]
Load em, let em, hold em
Smokin’, poured up
???, he ???
I’m gloin’, you know it
I’m blowin’ a four fifth
Got 18 shots in it
That fuckboy can hold em
I’ll get some more
I’ll do it over
I fucked ya hoe I’m
Sorry didn’t know that you want her
His bitch a whatchamacalla
My watch how muchamacalla
She don’t like Chief Sosa cause he pulled up in that whatchamacalla

[Verse:]
My plug just came through with the lean
It got me movin’ slow doing toddler things
50 thousand dollars up in my Robin jeans
Let a nigga try to take it smoke his ass like I am barbecuing
I got my chopper with me
So that’s like a hundred shots ???
Got a fat ass Glock for this fat ass guap like I got chop with me
I ain’t never going broke ??????? no lottery
Steady say you getting money but you ain’t ???? stop it please
I see 1’s and 5’s, I see a lot of things
Can’t wife that thot, wanna know what my momma think
Cause of that ???? I got my gun with me
We come through and we send some ????? with this big Glock
Knock that nigga head off he tried to take my wrist watch
Hoes call me big papa, all eyes on me, call me lil Pac
Boy you got that old ass car, that ain’t no damn push start

[Hook:]
Load em, let em, hold em
Smokin’, poured up
???, he ???
I’m gloin’, you know it
I’m blowin’ a four fifth
Got 18 shots in it
That fuckboy can hold em
I’ll get some more
I’ll do it over
I fucked ya hoe I’m
Sorry didn’t know that you want her
His bitch a whatchamacalla
My watch how muchamacalla
She don’t like Chief Sosa cause he pulled up in that whatchamacalla