Gucci Gang Chief Keef (Ft. Justo (GBE) & Tadoe)

[Intro: Chief Keef & Tadoe]
Free Wop, ayy, Justo
Free my nigga Slick
I gotta pull my pants up my ass
Free my, free my niggas, man
I need that (I be by myself sometimes)
You know (Off flats), you gotta spend money to make money (5 thousands, nigga, when I say put it on)
Glo Gang, y'all know how we rocking, man (Rest in peace Big Glo)
I'm off 3 xans, I don't even do xans
I pop X, man (Situation Gang), I pop flats man
Ayy, shut the fuck up (Glo Gang, ayy, ayy)
Ayy

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Boy gon' duck when my orange on him (Bang)
Shoot you, now it's orange on ya, red on ya (Dududuh)
Ayy, ayy, now it's dead on ya
Dead mans in my pocket, ayy, and I spend 'em (Ben Frank)
On 4,000 Gucci jackets (Gucci, Louis, Gucci)
She gave me top then Gucci tagged it (Top, Guwop)
Tag team (ayy, ayy)
Then I hop in my car drag racin', racin' (Sk-sk-skrrt, sk-sk-skrrt, sk-sk-skrrt)
You pacin' (You pacin', ayy, huh)
I'm racin' to the cake and I'm icey (Dududuh, bang)
You basic (Basic lil bitch)
Every fuckin' thing I wear costs a thousand, or better, ayy (Or better, look)
Fo' a Gucci sweater, 3000 (Gucci, Louis)
3000 Burberry (3000 Burberry)
Ridin' fast, the cops was chasin' me, ayy (The cops was chasin')
They can get wet with them pistols, play Hail Mary, ayy (Dududu)
Ayy, 'cause I'm tired of gettin' locked up (Locked up)
That's the reason that officer got shot up (Fried, ayy)
Runnin' with this paper like a runnin' back (Runnin' back, boy)
Boy, you can't get none of that (None of that, nigga)
Foghorn (Foghorn, bang)
I'ma let this dog at you (This dog at you)
Bulldog, ayy (Bulldog)
Comin' through fuck the law (Fuck the law)
Bang bang