CHARGED UP Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It
"CHARGED UP" by Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It, released in 2015, is a #HipHop track that features themes of confidence, resilience, and street life. The lyrics express a sense of empowerment and readiness to confront challenges. Its energetic production and catchy hooks contribute to its appeal, solidifying its place in contemporary rap culture.
[Intro]
(Damn, son where'd you find this?)
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Who that pullin' out out the bank in Lamborghini, boy? Ayy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
My son think that I'm a genie, boy, ayy
These niggas talk like hoes, might as well wear a bikini, boy, ayy
My wrist, this that Fiji, boy, yeah
Knockin' on your window with a squeegee, boy (Bah)
Ayy, talking dirty, make us clean it, boy
Hardly sleep, so ain't no dreaming, boy
I don't trust you, you look sleazy, boy (Real trap shit)
I just make that shit look easy
Put two watches on and named 'em Mario, Luigi
Told 'em pull up, watch the car, they know they gotta make it greasy
Ho think I sip too much, she say I gotta take it easy (Ayy, lean, lean, lean)
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Got some new wheels, sittin' new, brand new
Like a Lasko, nigga, we'll fan you
It's Alaska whеn I bring the jewelry through
Ayy, it's Tokyo whеn I pull the truck up
This bitch talk too much, she need to shut the fuck up (shh)
Want me to pick her up 'cause she know I'm flexed up (Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit)
We'll paint you red, what's on your shirt? Not ketchup
(Damn, son where'd you find this?)
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Who that pullin' out out the bank in Lamborghini, boy? Ayy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
My son think that I'm a genie, boy, ayy
These niggas talk like hoes, might as well wear a bikini, boy, ayy
My wrist, this that Fiji, boy, yeah
Knockin' on your window with a squeegee, boy (Bah)
Ayy, talking dirty, make us clean it, boy
Hardly sleep, so ain't no dreaming, boy
I don't trust you, you look sleazy, boy (Real trap shit)
I just make that shit look easy
Put two watches on and named 'em Mario, Luigi
Told 'em pull up, watch the car, they know they gotta make it greasy
Ho think I sip too much, she say I gotta take it easy (Ayy, lean, lean, lean)
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Got some new wheels, sittin' new, brand new
Like a Lasko, nigga, we'll fan you
It's Alaska whеn I bring the jewelry through
Ayy, it's Tokyo whеn I pull the truck up
This bitch talk too much, she need to shut the fuck up (shh)
Want me to pick her up 'cause she know I'm flexed up (Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit)
We'll paint you red, what's on your shirt? Not ketchup
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