Chief Keef - Fleas lyrics

[Verse 1: Chief Keef] I'm in a two seater, in the carpool Gold runners on, and they are new And gettin' money, what we up to You ain't with us, then it's fu*k you Play chess in the streets, make your move My house in LA look like Cancun These hoes be takin' selfies in my bathroom Fo'nem watch the spot from the cameras We servin' that come back, front one more The judge cannot stop me from countin' honchos You gotta re-up when you run low I'ma run it up and I'ma run for more These b*tch see the steez when I bop out the car Met the b*tch today but I'll get top by tomorrow You don't get it like the gang, no not like the squad I'm on planet Earth, I'm finna shoot back to Mars On Mars with a scope, finna shoot at the stars High as fu*k, seein' Saturn have a shootout with Mars Your thot say she see me in two different cars I just hit Neiman's in a few different malls Back to the wall, feet on the floor Pedal to the metal, whole bunch of gold Buy a lot of clothes, achieve a lot of goals Friends turn foe but I'm wavy like a float Syrup got me like a snail On the yacht, finna set sail Smokin' dope, finna inhale then exhale All this loud in my fu*kin' lungs, man, I can't yell I can't even pronounce my foreign ass bail [Verse 2: Tadoe] b*tch I'm smoking on dope, b*tch, I eat boss-anova b*tch my pockets are boulders, we don't ride in no Rovers b*tch we ride I8s, b*tch I'm high, outer space Ride foreigns, no plates, OG Kush, you can taste I smoke a zip every day, pour the 8 to the face b*tch we game paper chase, b*tch you food, can't relate Might do a show in Japan, rockin' outfits from France Catch that pack when it land, watch me go count them bands [Verse 3: Doo Wop] At the stoplight, two-seater, me and Yo Me and Sosa fu*ked up, nah, that ain't no Hit the club, b*tches bustin' everywhere, yo-yo Do my thing, flee the scene, I'ma leave with po-po Snow bunny with me sniffin' Coca Cola co-co I used to be solo I steady send shots, miss and that's a low blow String on the TEC like the string on a yo-yo Run and I'ma blow though [Verse 4: Chief Keef] Coolin' at the spot by the ocean Pickin' up a b*tch off of Ocean Drive Pulled up to Wells Fargo Run out that b*tch with the sack, hop in the car like b*tch drive I can try to walk a straight line but I'm really high And I could've took a Greyhound but I'm really fly Oh yeah I'm fu*kin' b*tches, baby, I'm not in denial And the jury tryna steal me but I'm takin' it to trial