Chief Keef and Ballout - Say I Ain't Pick Yo Weak Ass Up
(Ayy, Young Malcolm)Yeah
Ain't no Obama Care, yeah
GBE, baby
Sit Gang, Fifth Gang, Get It Gang
You can have the chain on my neck for a shot to the head, boy (shots to the head, boy)
We just hit the corner, you up on it, now you dead, boy (yeah)
Foenem on your head, they on your head just like a dread, boy (buh-buh-buh-buh, ayy)
Gang tryna' pour a sixteen, I'm like "fuck it, grab the K, boy" (bang, bang, bang, yeah)
Stick up in the dresser, I'm gon' blow yo ass like Craig, boy (duh-duh-duh, ayy)
I just spent the same sack, you just put up on my head, boy (duh-duh-duh, beep beep)
And I'm smokin' bud I'm off that bud, you still get air, boy (yeah)
Seen my cousin dead, that shit play over in my head, boy (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm from Chiraq, I'm from the streets but I'm not grail, boy (yeah)
When I go to sleep (Ayy), I have my 30 in my bed, boy (yeah, yeah)
You wanna roll with gang, when we get rollin' don't get scared, boy (ayy, ayy)
Never gave a fuckin' shit so ain't no Obama Care, boy (yeah, yeah)
Ain't no Obama Care nigga (yeah)
Yeah, ain't no Obama Care nigga (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, ain't no Obama Care nigga (gang, Gang)
Yeah, ain't no Obama Care nigga (yeah, yeah)
Talkin' grindin' I be on a rail, nigga (yeah)
And I'm smart as fuck, I could've went to Yale, nigga (yeah)
Let the smoke up out the window, can you smell, nigga? (yeah)
And it's overseas, he catch you, cut your tail, nigga (yeah)
And you say I ain't pick your weak ass up, you frail, nigga (yeah)
Gotta watch what you sayin', doin', shoot you twelve, nigga (yeah, yeah)
Foenem pull up, take 'em down and count to twelve, nigga (yeah)
If Chief So ain't get up out here, he ain't have no bell, nigga (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (woo)
Yeah, yeah (he talkin' all the hahaha, woo)
Yeah, yeah (ayy)
Yeah, bang
If yo ass owe me, boy, you better have my bread, boy
Count cash in my sleep and I ain't gotta leave my bed, boy
You a soft ass nigga, man, foenem cut yo tail, boy
Run a mill up and I ain't even touch a trail, boy (whoa)
Lamborghini truck look just like a egg, boy (whoa)
Cash ring in it when I pull up about that place, boy (whoa, whoa)
Mafia, have you upside down up off the ledge, boy (duh-duh-duh)
Voices in my head, I'm talkin' to the fuckin' dead, boy (whoa)
Dead, boy
(Phew, woo-woo) dead, boy
Askin' me what's in my soda, is you scared, boy? (woo, woo, woo woo)
You don't know the difference between purple and red, boy (yeah, duh-duh-duh, bang)
Yeah, yeah (duh-duh-duh, bang bang, duh-duh-duh)
Yeah, yeah (duh-duh-duh, ayy ayy, duh-duh-duh)
Yeah, yeah (bang bang, duh-duh-duh)
Yeah, yeah (ayy, ayy, duh-duh-duh, bang bang)
Yeah, yeah
Written by:
Keith Cozart, Will Carthan, SahBeats, Young Malcolm
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