Chief Keef and Doo Wop - Send Em Back

Wop

Niggas tellin' on they self on the internet
I ain't none of that
Typa shit don't get no respect
You ain't from the set, fuck nigga
You a fuckin' rat
Everywhere I go, ask around, fifty in the TEC
Niggas really tellin' on they
Self on the internet tellin' all they spots
Tellin' where the fuckin' bidness at
They don't want no smoke
No cancer and no cigarettes
We see you anywhere we sendin' shots
'Cause we don't send 'em back

You don't want that danger
So be fuckin' cautious
Jump up out the water, wet you like a dolphin
Back to back blunts got me feelin' nauseous
Take a nigga life and bid it in auction
Louis hold my jeans up
If they fall the racks was heavy
Bout that chicken, make you noodle, no
It's not spaghetti
Give a bitch a golden shower
But I'm not R Kelly
I told that bitch I'm Rocko
We ain't goin' steady
All I see is free bands in my fuckin' future
V12, faster than a fuckin' Puma
Jean pockets fatter than a fuckin' tumor
Folks don't laugh at me 'cause they
Ain't got no fuckin' humor
Land shit out like lunar
Ride with my hyenas, they'll get ya
I just put a whole fuckin'
Pint in the pitcher
Kay Kay just drew her daddy a picture

Niggas tellin' on they self on the internet
I ain't none of that
Typa shit don't get no respect
You ain't from the set, fuck nigga
You a fuckin' rat
Everywhere I go, ask around, 50 in the TEC
Niggas really tellin' on they
Self on the internet tellin' all they spots
Tellin' where the fuckin' bidness at
They don't want no smoke
No cancer and no cigarettes
We see you anywhere we sendin' shots
'Cause we don't send 'em back

Gettin' to the check, ain't no nigga check us
Nobu as fuck, now a nigga blessed up
Diamonds look like mustard
Fuck niggas catch up
Can't join the team, a lot our niggas got cut
A lotta niggas swear they knew us, man
Where they was?
You was in the house, I was out sellin' drugs
They wasn't with us, man
Long live to the bugs
Kin' Cap, Fredoster and my cousin Blood
So I gotta keep goin'
Niggas doin' too much showin'
One-eighty through the storm
Fuck around, start tourin' but I been low
Tryna stay lower 'cause

Niggas tellin' on they self on the internet
I ain't none of that
Typa shit don't get no respect
You ain't from the set, fuck nigga
You a fuckin' rat
Everywhere I go, ask around, 50 in the TEC
Niggas really tellin' on they
Self on the internet tellin' all they spots
Tellin' where the fuckin' bidness at
They don't want no smoke
No cancer and no cigarettes
We see you anywhere we sendin' shots
'Cause we don't send 'em back

Written by:
Keith Cozart, Armonte Antoine

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