Chief Keef - Ear lyrics

[Intro] Terintino in this b**h man, still got my cig on me man Gang Gang Gang Gang BAHH! BAHH! BAHH! Sosa beat Gang Gang Gang n***as tweakin' for the hot sh**, might just let that Glock spit Gang Gang Gang BAHH! BAHH! BAH!...BAHH! [Bridge] I hear these n***as plotting I ain't trippin doe (n***as tweakin') Ben Franklins falling out my pockets I'm getting it ho, (Im catching it) Let a n***a try me I'm a have to leave em' slumpped (Hit em up) Pull up in that Audi or that f**in' Beamer truck [Hook] b**h I'm flexing look at all this Glo Gear b**h I'm Gloing just look at my f**in' Ear I ain't got no chain I'm getting one this year and a pinky ring just to match my f**in' ear All white diamonds flexin shining like a chandelier b**h I'm with the Glo, you see us boy I bet you fear (Glo) Flexin' since 07' this a whole new year Now all type of b**hes screaming Yelling in my ear (b**h) [Bridge] I hear these n***as plotting I ain't trippin doe Ben Franklins falling out my pockets (I'm gettin it b**h) I'm getting it ho Let a n***a try me I'm a have to leave em' slumpped Pull up in that Audi or that Beamer truck [Verse 1] n***as can't wait to catch me slippin' doe (On folks nem) But if I got it on me Imma shoot his nose And if I can't catch you Imma k** his folks Catch his a** lackin' now he lactose Pulling off in Lamborghini's cost a bag ho I only ride exotics not no Jags ho (Hell nah!) Put these pistols to your ear and act an a**hole I'm all about a sack I'm splurging bankrolls Walk in the mall god damn I bought all the clothes (Damn where they at?) [Hook] [Verse 2] Pulling up in Bentley's this a whole new year This b**h all on me say she like my gear (Bye) Smoking stupid tooka pack diamonds in my ear Forgi's on the red rari, blood gang in here I need a breightling for the time turn off the lights in here n***as get outta line shoot em' in his ear Gang in this b**h we posted boy you bet not slip Keep one up in the chamber and shoot off his ear Tough boy keep pump faking actin' like he got it on him (Stop flexing!) Imma test his luck and stump em' with these Timbs I'm smoking out the pound so f** boy whatchu wanna zip I'm steady walking back and forth, co*kin' back the Cig Should I knock his noodles out, or should I let em' live? [Hook]