DAMN SHORTY Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It (Ft. Sexyy Red)

[Chorus: Sexyy Redd & Chief Keef]
He like, "How you fit that ass in them pants?"
You wanna see me but you better have them bands
I'm with my bitches, so you gotta bring some friends
I'm a dog, I ain't tryna do the romance
(Trap-a-Holics, real trap shit)
(This Chicago, nigga)
Damn, shorty (This one ain't even on purpose man)
Damn, shorty (Shoot on accident)
Damn, shorty (I thought about it, like damn)
Damn, shorty, damn shorty
Damn, shorty (I'm talking to myself, though)
(Young Rari)

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
How you fit that Glock in them tight ass pants, shorty? (Trap-a-Holics)
They like how you get it, damn, shorty
How you pulling up in the Lamb', shorty?
Mans like who that at the door, my damn shorties
We'll shoot your ass while you on cam, shorty
If we can't get you, we gon' get your fam, shorty
I'm like Tracy come out cut and slam shorty
Me and gang in LA, we'll ram shorty (Real trap shit)
I can't come to your city, I'm finna land, shorty
I'll pop you, we ain't throwing hands, shorty
I'll turn your ass a nеw strand, shorty
I'm off Tooka, we don't do the Xans, shorty
Damn shorty, damn shorty
Make thе chopper sing, Big Baby DRAM, shorty
We'll catch you in the club, Sam Shorty
Get to spraying cooking butter, Pam, shorty
Damn shorty, damn shorty
We just watching out for Uncle Sam, shorty
They like Sosa, "When you get that Lamb', shorty"
You already know what I am, shorty