[Intro: Slimeball MK, Chief Keef]
Used to shoot them basketballs, now a-
Shootin' them guns
Used to be dribblin' the ball, now a-
Servin' them packs (Trapped out a)
Now a-
F-F-F-Foenem Radio, bitch (Trapped out a)
Look, I said, used to be dribblin' the ball, now a- (Trapped out a)
Servin' them packs (Trapped out a, trapped out a)
'Cause, remember, I used to, I used to play, I used to play basketball, like, two weeks ago (Yeah, you were fine, trapped out a, ayy)
(And didn't you have a scholarship?)
Used to have them scholarships, now a- (Trapped out a)
Selling drugs (Sos', baby, bandit)
Sosa on the-
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Trappеd out a bandit, did all the handling
Bad bitch landing, bet I smell likе salmon
Live next to rich folks, like my name Brandon
Nah, this ain't the end yet, only the beginning
Nah, I can't lose, bitch, I'm so used to winnin'
I just know Fredo, looking down, grinning
I ain't got shit for you, bitch, I ain't gotta pend it
Don't buy me no old-school, I'm swapping out the engine
[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
We don't follow rules, bitch
Rules made for bending
We was never beefing, how could we make amendments?
I could pull my G-Wagon out and go camping
I could fly a plane to the sky, and then land it
Got the Louis bag, and got the zuzus, and the wamens
Dropped so many bands, they thought I took some shit for ransom
Dropped so many bands, they thought I cannot get a Phantom
Come from dirty hampers, fly the Lambo to the Hamptons
My young niggas hot sauce, they spicy, no reaction
Granny said we get up in the store, boy, don't be asking
And when you slide through the hood, no relaxing
And all my Baby Sharks know I'm the captain
Used to shoot them basketballs, now a-
Shootin' them guns
Used to be dribblin' the ball, now a-
Servin' them packs (Trapped out a)
Now a-
F-F-F-Foenem Radio, bitch (Trapped out a)
Look, I said, used to be dribblin' the ball, now a- (Trapped out a)
Servin' them packs (Trapped out a, trapped out a)
'Cause, remember, I used to, I used to play, I used to play basketball, like, two weeks ago (Yeah, you were fine, trapped out a, ayy)
(And didn't you have a scholarship?)
Used to have them scholarships, now a- (Trapped out a)
Selling drugs (Sos', baby, bandit)
Sosa on the-
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Trappеd out a bandit, did all the handling
Bad bitch landing, bet I smell likе salmon
Live next to rich folks, like my name Brandon
Nah, this ain't the end yet, only the beginning
Nah, I can't lose, bitch, I'm so used to winnin'
I just know Fredo, looking down, grinning
I ain't got shit for you, bitch, I ain't gotta pend it
Don't buy me no old-school, I'm swapping out the engine
[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
We don't follow rules, bitch
Rules made for bending
We was never beefing, how could we make amendments?
I could pull my G-Wagon out and go camping
I could fly a plane to the sky, and then land it
Got the Louis bag, and got the zuzus, and the wamens
Dropped so many bands, they thought I took some shit for ransom
Dropped so many bands, they thought I cannot get a Phantom
Come from dirty hampers, fly the Lambo to the Hamptons
My young niggas hot sauce, they spicy, no reaction
Granny said we get up in the store, boy, don't be asking
And when you slide through the hood, no relaxing
And all my Baby Sharks know I'm the captain
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