[Intro: Chief Keef]
I'm Marty McFly
Fly, I'm Marty McFly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fly, I'm Marty McFly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fly, I'm Marty McFly
Fly, I'm Marty McFly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, bang, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Nigga, what the fuck is you talkin' bout? Shit, I know
Nigga, what you wanna get hit with?
This .45 or this .40? Nigga, this 30 or this 50?
This FN, this semi or this K?
Nigga, you and your friend need to go play, bitch
Ya looking for me? I'm outta state, bitch
He ain't on shit (On, shit, ayy)
Remember your play shoes and play fit, bitch!
She be fuckin', you wanna taste dick?
Bro hand me the blick and I'm like "It's lit"
Fuck is talm 'bout? We waitin' for you outside of my house
Matter of fact, we ain't gon' do that, I ain't gangster
We gon' catch yo' lil bitch ass eatin' glasher, let's get it
Dope got a nigga lookin' like he from Asia
And my cup pinker than eraser
Yeah, I rock Designer but this ain't none major
Yeah nigga, you a snitch, it's on paper
Yeah, I be ballin' on 'em, Indiana Pacers
I be fuckin' hoes, thinkin' that I'm a Slater
Call Virgil, tell 'em bring me up some off white
These niggas all barkin', no bite
We lettin' pistols off, won't fight
Baby, these big B's, no mikes
When shit turn left, nigga, turn right
My bitch steady talkin' 'bout shit she don't like
While I got big stacks, your height
Boy, I got big shells, your size
Man, I swear I tell no lies
Ask OG's, I got street ties
Boy, you won't knock down a B-high
Runnin' to the max, spend a mini max
Up choppers on 'em, blow the nigga high
When he get in the car, man, he finna cry
Countin' these checks and care about pretty sides
I call a double drum, Congo, bitch
Spent my whole life in a jungle, bitch
Did a couple times in a cell, bitch
Now, when you see me, I'm grindin' down in that rail, bitch
I'm Marty McFly
Fly, I'm Marty McFly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fly, I'm Marty McFly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fly, I'm Marty McFly
Fly, I'm Marty McFly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, bang, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Nigga, what the fuck is you talkin' bout? Shit, I know
Nigga, what you wanna get hit with?
This .45 or this .40? Nigga, this 30 or this 50?
This FN, this semi or this K?
Nigga, you and your friend need to go play, bitch
Ya looking for me? I'm outta state, bitch
He ain't on shit (On, shit, ayy)
Remember your play shoes and play fit, bitch!
She be fuckin', you wanna taste dick?
Bro hand me the blick and I'm like "It's lit"
Fuck is talm 'bout? We waitin' for you outside of my house
Matter of fact, we ain't gon' do that, I ain't gangster
We gon' catch yo' lil bitch ass eatin' glasher, let's get it
Dope got a nigga lookin' like he from Asia
And my cup pinker than eraser
Yeah, I rock Designer but this ain't none major
Yeah nigga, you a snitch, it's on paper
Yeah, I be ballin' on 'em, Indiana Pacers
I be fuckin' hoes, thinkin' that I'm a Slater
Call Virgil, tell 'em bring me up some off white
These niggas all barkin', no bite
We lettin' pistols off, won't fight
Baby, these big B's, no mikes
When shit turn left, nigga, turn right
My bitch steady talkin' 'bout shit she don't like
While I got big stacks, your height
Boy, I got big shells, your size
Man, I swear I tell no lies
Ask OG's, I got street ties
Boy, you won't knock down a B-high
Runnin' to the max, spend a mini max
Up choppers on 'em, blow the nigga high
When he get in the car, man, he finna cry
Countin' these checks and care about pretty sides
I call a double drum, Congo, bitch
Spent my whole life in a jungle, bitch
Did a couple times in a cell, bitch
Now, when you see me, I'm grindin' down in that rail, bitch
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