Black Ops Chief Keef

[Chorus]
I keep that hot shit like a Tea pot
OG stuffed in a cookie jar
Pull up, boy you better have the guap
I'm a doctor, give ya pussy ass a shot
While you was on a hill, I was somewhere in the field
Now I'm working towards a billon, and I'm living in the hills
Tucked in my drawls, bitch I got the Tommy Hil-
-figer if it sizzle's, its a scary site, ew
Pussy you be talking bout a bunch of nonsense
Money all up on my conscience
Latex, we can get it poppin'
Led Zeppelin, and you know how I'm rocking'
Ridin with the mop, going up like a stock
Whats up in my pocket? its a muthafucking knot
Pull that bitch out make it rain on a thot
My pistol got a dick, make it piss on a opp

[Verse 1]
10, 20, 30, Bullets flying like birdy
I'm a Chiraq warrior, and I'm balling like I'm Curry
If you looking for Chief Sosa, I'm where? Eating curry
Yous eating on that bitch, she was sucking me early
Choppa click clack, dududu, make him twirl
Keep talking all that shit, now he screaming like a girl
I do this shit for blood thats my boolin' side
When I start cappin, thats my coolin' side
Damn Sosa how you get the tool inside?
I own this muthafucka and I do as I does
Bullets eat his skin, bitch food his ass
Fly shit, Peacoat got my tool inside
Runnin' from the cops, dodging hole pots
When it comes to guap, get a whole lot
When it comes to opps, get a toe tag
Fuck nigga thought I wasn't on that