Chief Keef - 3 Hun Nit lyrics

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Chief Keef - 3 Hun Nit lyrics

[Ballout] Who you think you ahead of? Not us I'm in [?] or somethin' Doin' [?] speed or somethin' Hundred thousand my key or somethin' Two hundred my Jeep or somethin' n***as broke as hell actin' like they don't know how to eat or somethin' Miami Beach Louis sandals, know I got my heat or somethin' At the condo, you can't get in unless you got a key or somethin' Smokin' out the 440 and it smoke [?] or somethin' Took the doors off, ridin' through Cali in my Jeep stuntin' Long as they print money it's gon' keep comin' I know you hear my Jeep runnin' I ain't pumpin' gas, they gon' keep pumpin' Ride through the hood and they keep honkin' People look at me and they see money I'm a boss, d-money [?] people up, my phone gon' keep jumpin' They like "Ball, is it weed or is it d-money?" Bankroll like street money Walk in Neiman's, leave the Hellcat and the Jeep runnin' [Chief Keef] My b**h said she gon' leave me like she complete somethin' b**h, you [?] met you at 2:30 and f**ed your a** at 3 somethin' Who you run up on? Not us I'ma take my own heat, shoot three or somethin' Might be in the trap, call Jeep or somethin' Might get Ball with a whole P or somethin' Might be in SRT or somethin' Krispy might make a b**h cream or somethin' Cross that red line, get a beam or somethin' Wake you up like you had a bad dream or somethin' Who, Chief Sosa think he Rambo? I was in the field with the lizard Doing spinouts since the blizzard Like Snoop Dogg "What's the wiz-zard?" Disappear on that b**h like a wizard And I'm cuttin' real sharp like a scissor Roll by so fast, Big Dipper I'm in LA more than a Clipper Balenciaga more than a owner b**h, we out here more than a corner Smoke way more dope than a stoner And I drink way more than Homer I can see like Christopher Columbus Juiceman, the trap house bunkin' You n***as ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' King Sosa don't care about nothin' F on my shirt, on my feet double Gs Start gettin' F's in sixth grade, couldn't even get a couple B's All for my habit, whats the fee? A couple G's Aye lil' b**h, these Moncler, no need to buckle these Aye lil' baby, these not me, no need to upload these And when you hear that [?], b**h that's me up your street [?] make you think about when they put that thing up your teeth Lil' n***a said up yo chest talkin' to me, up your speech [Chief Keef & Ballout] Pullin' off from Neiman's doin' donuts in the Jeep Track [?] Look like Black Hawk flying out the street Hopped out for twenty minutes for a backend Seen your girlfriends tryna get back in Hopped in the Hellcat, had to put the track in Ball, you got the blues, why the f** you blackin'? Ball, you can rap, why you steady trappin'? 'Cause I get it for the L-O like Shawty n***a, tap in Sosa, why you pay a thousand for that headband? Because Ben Franklin is a dead man Any time you see me, wonder that's that bread man If he [?] his gun, then that's a brave man Ball Gucci, he rock Gucci, he don't like Ray-Bans Spikes so big I feel like a f**in' caveman Slick listenin' to this sh** on his J-pad No, I ain't Kanye, but I'm playin' cray-cray Slick say f** three-way, foe nem doin' eight ways Sosa, you trust me? That's like askin' can a day wait Told her don't play dum-dum, chew me like yum-yum Girl I got a hundun, you ain't got a bum-bum Tell me do you want one? I won't tell no one, do it when the folks come You in the whip with me n***a, go ahead and blow some Boy, you could be 250, don't hit no one I got 100K, n***a come be my doorman Thought you couldn't swim 'til you ended up floatin' Had to close my heart when it ended up open Ridin' down Washington, headin' up ocean When it come to bread, I'm toastin' Inside peanut bu*ter, call that [?] How I'm pushin' this b**h, n***a call that stroller b**h so bad, had to call that over I'm goin' fast, they gon' want this slower [?] low, but I want it lower Gave me more, but I want it more Hear the buzzer beater, what's the score? Said she love coke like what's the snort? [?] just said that what's the Porsche?