Chief Keef - See You Again lyrics

[Intro] I can't trust a soul, I ride wit' tooly I swear that it's glued to me Catch a f** n***a run up tryna do me I'm a get to f**ing shooting I got a Glock, that b**h hot, (?) n***as really mad cause I done made it And I get paper, they can't get nothin' Cross me, b**h, see you later [Verse] That n***a crossed me, he gon' need God Run up on 4-O-6 and heat they block But they ain't out there, we don't never see them b**h, my .45 wanna meet them But I'm rich, let me T them cause I'm T'd up off reefer I still feel this flat, but I just pop two Xanax This that Xanax music, this that flat music This that go-and-get-your-gat music This that get-it-cracking music This for my white boys that be goin' hard f**ing thots like p**nstars, smokin' on that dope We don't smoke that f**in' bubblegum, organic kind of cookies b**h, I don't want no p**y, I want top Tommy that'll leave your (?), go by Where the f** he came from? You know what my name was, my name is Almighty And I'm hard 'bout it, I ain't scared of nobody My gun don't fear nobody Let her blow my gun, don't hear nobody or see nobody But it'd hear somebody's, shoot your ear off, buddy Meet my little friend, his name is Tommy I don't snort coke or do molly, I don't sniff dope I do nothin' but smoke trees I just get high, get high 'til I damn die n***as hatin' on me, I don't know why But you know I got my .45 Tadoe got the .40, get up off a flat, Remy and Patrón though And he at your door 'causing comotion Knockin' sh** over and down, blowin' down your tree Blowin' down your kitchen, blowin' down your knees And he blowin' down your feet and your top I bet do d**h he'll not, where your pounds and your bars? And your bricks? Where your b**h? So I can f** her and make her tell me sh**? Why? Cause I got (?) dick, she s**in' on this dick Guess what? She lovin' on this dick