Chief Keef and Andy Milonakis - No Hook Gang

Milonakis bitch
There are killers in my clique
Glo boy, dough boy, gorillas in the mist
Your Bentley ain't shit
And your 'Rari ain't sick
I'm above money 'cause money don't exist
The meditating heavyweight pouring
Out a fifth
Now you see my dark side, I am Lord Sith
Invisible watches on my fat wrist
And if you're that bitch
You can get a fat dick
Who you think you're working? No, not me
I'm live-er than your internet ready TV
I stayed Glo'd up like a firefly, firefly
I'm higher than high, leave you lying in lie
And I'm blowing stronger O's than Oprah
'Cause bitch I'm deeper than
Fucking Deepak Chopra, bitch

Ayy, bitch ayy, bitch
Glo Gang, bitch, ayy

My pistol come through singin' on the low
This ain't for them and you him you know, ayy
I pull up
I come through lay 'em on the floor
I got cake on the floor and
Cake up on my True's
I got cake in my pocket, cake up on my shoe
If you ain't talking about the cake
It ain't got shit to do with me
I come through chopper G-Un
Cause we heard you got that yayo, the bank
And you got 50 piece
You better hire fucking Young Buck
Come through with that Mack
Maine, bullet skateboard, weezy We
You better have your fucking mob deep
Cause the heat and the fees be my prodigy
Lil boy
I was up trapping when y'all was sleep
Me and Benji we had went out to eat
It's Blood Gang
I'ma come through drippin' all week
I got swag dripping out my fucking palm key
Usually I come through in a 'Rari
Now I don't give a motherfuck about it
I'm a Glo boy, grown boy, what you know B?
You don't know shit
'til I have my belt glowing
Pull up pull off, why you got a slow leak
You want beef you can have a proper hogie
I come through clip longer than
A mess on police
I got shells that spell every
Letter in ho shit

Written by:
Keith Cozart

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