Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Cozart
Keith Cozart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chase Davis
Chase Davis
Producer

Lyrics

(Glatt, glatt, glatt, glatt-glatt)
(Glatt, glatt, glatt, glatt-glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ay, chyeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ay, chyeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
He an imposter, turn him to pasta
(He an imposter, turn him to pasta)
(Glatt, glatt)
Foe got that blih, he make it wobble
(Foe got that blih, he make it wobble)
(Glatt, glatt, glatt)
Corn on the cobble, chopper lob 'em
(Corn on the cobble, chopper lob 'em)
(Glatt, glatt)
Check my Rollie, I can't tell it
(Check my Rollie, I can't tell it)
(Glatt, glatt, glatt)
Groove back, Stella, I live in LA, LA
(Groove back, Stella, I live in LA)
(Glatt, glatt)
Where the umbrella? Think it's drizzlin'
(Where the umbrella? Think it's drizzlin')
(Glatt, glatt, glatt)
**** my children, such a feelin'
(**** me children, such a feelin')
(Glatt, glatt)
Causin' a blizzard, feel like a wizard, ay
(Causin' a blizzard, feel like a wizard)
(Glatt, glatt, glatt)
Turn you to gizzards, pull up my scissors
(Turn you to gizzards, pull up my scissors)
(Glatt, glatt)
Roll up with scissors, give me the trimmers
(Roll up with scissors, give me the trimmers)
(Glatt, glatt, glatt)
These **** alkies, foe a mummy
(These **** alkies, foe a mummy)
(Glatt, glatt)
I pray I don't OD, we only four deep
(I pray I don't OD, we only four deep)
(Glatt, glatt, glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ay, chyeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ay, chyeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ay, silencers, damn, ay, damn (Glatt)
I can't see 'em, ay, yeah (Glatt)
(I can't see 'em)
Then they blam, ay, yeah (Glatt)
(Then the blam)
Feelin' like Cam, ay, yeah (Glatt)
(Feelin' like Cam)
I'll be God-damned, ay, yeah (Glatt)
(I'll be God-damned)
Feelin' like Martin, ay, yeah (Glatt)
(Feelin' like Martin)
Run to they Pam, ay, yeah (Glatt)
(Run to they Pam)
Cousin ain't here, ay, yeah (Glatt)
(Cousin ain't here)
I don't know fam, ay, yeah (Glatt)
(I don't know fam)
Foot on the lam, ay, yeah (Glatt)
(Foot on the lam)
From D-Town, ay, yeah (Glatt)
(From D-Town)
When **** do some fake shit, ay, yeah (Glatt)
(When **** do some fake shit)
Don't have me 'round, ay, yeah (Glatt)
(Don't have me 'round)
That's how I get down, ay, yeah (Glatt)
(That's how I get down)
I don't fuck around, ay, yeah (Glatt)
(I don't fuck around)
Yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ay, chyeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Ay, chyeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt)
Ay, yeah (Glatt, glatt)
Written by: Julian Davis, Keith Cozart
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