Chief Keef - Couldn’t Take It lyrics

Leave the door open baby, I get cakey Daily, got the gun in, that’s on safety Mama always told never let a n***a play me Then I got my a** whooped, and I couldn’t take it What’s the situation? That’s the situation baby [?] Cooling with the paper, balling in a major Shoot ’em in some typa way, then baby I take that Pull up on the mothaf**ing label, where my cake at? ‘Fore I up this mothaf**ing choppa and spray it [?] I’ma get some Rugers, I was tired of Glock 40’s Put it on Blood, b**h I’m guaped shawty Put it on cuz, I’m on hot shawty I’ll grill ya a**, on the spot shawty [?] to the summer, chinchillas in the winter I heard them f** n***as was plotting on the low From the Chiraq, I be spying on the low I know everything before the thot did know Pull up on your block poppin’ sh**, Crisco I am rich now, ‘member when I was in the field I can buy anything I want Anything I want and then more I ain’t never been to Mexico But I’m smoking on Texaco Remember pulling up in Volvos Now I get 90 for 4 shows Doing cars for the shows Put it in the water, let’s flow This ice comes from the North Pole This don’t stop for my hoe Man I got the f**ing pack And I got the muthaf**ing sack It’s a lot of snakes in the gra**