
Fucked Up Chief Keef (Ft. Ballout & Tadoe)
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[Hook: Chief Keef]
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
Pull up in that Porsche truck
Shootin' up a bunch of stuff
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
Pistols go buah, buah; buah, buah; buah, buah
Pull up in that Bimmer truck
Make a scary scene for ya
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Got me fucked up, wait, wait
Y'all say what? Bang, bang
Remember when I used to slang 'caine
Riding through the ops playing hangman (aye)
Chopper go glang, glang (aye)
My wrist go bling, bling (aye)
Fuck a bitch like bang, bang
Then I'm back on my thingy thing (aye)
What's up with all these mini me's? (aye)
Like my momma had plenty me (aye)
Say you rolling, well you ain't a G (aye)
I heard you’re rolling with enemies
Come through like bang, bang, hit up your brain
Rob yo' ass like give us your chain (aye)
It ain't my nigga we robbing, it was a stain (aye)
Me and my niggas we mobbing, give us a lane
Thought when we got Obama it would give us a change
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
Pull up in that Porsche truck
Shootin' up a bunch of stuff
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
Pistols go buah, buah; buah, buah; buah, buah
Pull up in that Bimmer truck
Make a scary scene for ya
Y'all got me fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Got me fucked up, wait, wait
Y'all say what? Bang, bang
Remember when I used to slang 'caine
Riding through the ops playing hangman (aye)
Chopper go glang, glang (aye)
My wrist go bling, bling (aye)
Fuck a bitch like bang, bang
Then I'm back on my thingy thing (aye)
What's up with all these mini me's? (aye)
Like my momma had plenty me (aye)
Say you rolling, well you ain't a G (aye)
I heard you’re rolling with enemies
Come through like bang, bang, hit up your brain
Rob yo' ass like give us your chain (aye)
It ain't my nigga we robbing, it was a stain (aye)
Me and my niggas we mobbing, give us a lane
Thought when we got Obama it would give us a change
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