(Shut the fuck up, y'all **** ain't know shit)

(All y'all motherfuckers talkin' about)

("Chief Keef ain't no hitter, Chief Keef ain't this, Chief Keef a fake")

(Shut the fuck up, y'all don't live with that ****)

(Y'all know that **** got caught with a ratchet)

(Shootin' at the police and shit)

(**** been on probation since, fuckin', I don't know when)

(Motherfucker, stop fuckin' playin' him like that)

(Them **** savages out there)

(If I catch another motherfucker talkin' sweet about Chief Keef)

(I'm fuckin' beatin' they ass)

Ahh

Don’t lose your life pushin' up, better creep

Try to push up on me, you gon D.I.E

If I spot the blitz then the glitch gotta beat

Bitch I stomp on blocks, I been there on the feet

Since young on the Ave, **** know where I be

Keep a compact 'Lock, no I don’t gotta talk, I don’t box, only punches I throw with a G

Faah, faah, boom, but it’s not Lil Durk

I'ma spill 'em and laugh, walk off with a smirk

Sheist Dawg on attack, yeah, he stay on alert

And if I’m in the Ville, he was there on the lurk

And if bwoy wasn't there woulda both got the shirt

Hop out real quick hit a boy where it hurt

B Spill hop out, put a opp in the dirt

B Flock won't miss, put him on a shirt

Grrah, grrah, grrah

And if I see a Hunnid you know how I’m comin'

I don’t give a fuck I'ma up it in public

Switch on the glizz I'll be damned if you duck it

Heard they seen Ksav and the grains had him runnin'

Whole lotta shots in the clizz for a opp when the mosh bridge-cock, feel a rush and I love it

Don't give a fuck bitch I put one up top, take the clip out again and I gotta re-stuff it

I can't give you dough girl, I’m broke as a bitch

'Til I touch a hunnid M's, man I don’t give a shit

Since young go nuts when I jump out the whip

But I rather lay low tryna get to the ricks (Grrah)

E-Everything dead ****, can't push-up (Grrah)

Don’t lose your life pushin' up, better creep

Try to push up on me, you gon D.I.E

If I spot the blitz then the glitch gotta beat

Bitch I stomp on blocks, I been there on the feet

Since young on the Ave, **** know where I be

Keep a compact 'Lock, no I don’t gotta talk, I don’t box, only punches I throw with a G

Faah, faah, boom, but it’s not Lil Durk

I'ma spill 'em and laugh, walk off with a smirk

Sheist Dawg on attack, yeah, he stay on alert

And if I’m in the Ville, he was there on the lurk

And if bwoy wasn't there woulda both got the shirt

Hop out real quick hit a boy where it hurt

B Spill hop out, put a opp in the dirt

B Flock won't miss, put him on a shirt

Grrah, grrah, boom