Racist Chief Keef

[Intro]
(Zaytoven)

[Chorus]
I put big-ass rims on my car
Money long, this shit going too far
I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car
I told them bitches, "Bitch, I'm freaking you tomorrow"
Police pulled me over, they thought I was racing
I told 'em, "My car ain't with the damn pacing"
Got my guns from Indiana, think they with the Pacers
I only like green, she like, "Boy, you racist"

[Verse 1]
Girl, I got money all in my fucking pocket
I don't like talking, you can leave if you ain't fucking
I ain't want to fuck you anyway, bitch, you musty
Baby girl, you dusty, but my car do all the dusting
Riding in that Beamer, Bieber, bitch, Justin
I'm screaming obscenities, bitch, I'm cussing
She acting like a bee for the weed, bitch be buzzing
I told her 'bout my money, she can go and meet my cousin
Rest in peace Blood, if he was here, he would be mugging
My car super bad, I done named it McLovin
I told her, "I'ma leave my pants on while we fucking"
I only want to fuck you for ten minutes, then I'm nutting, I'm nothing