Chief Keef - Obama Lyrics

Fuck you lookin at, ayy
You think I'm fuckin' crazy, ayy
The fuck?
You know what I'm sayin'?
Sosa's on the motherfuckin' beat now
Fuckin' with the fuckin' I8 drivin' through the fuckin' streets
Just tryna carry my fuckin' shit down the motherfuckin' ship
You know what I'm sayin'?
Don't be fuckin' callin' your homeboys
I'm just one fuckin' gangster against all you mother fuckers
Come on, the fuck is up? You know what I'm sayin'?
T up motherfucker
Step ya fuckin' game up

Sosa since you got this money, you disappear
That how you feel
In the muthafuckin' hood, its ain't how you steal, it's how you kill
Now I'm rich bitch, it ain't how you feel, it's how you live
And I'm on some big shit, it ain't what you was, it's how you is
When I come have your 3D glasses in, and have your ears
Before my son grow older, I'ma tell ya hide ya kids
I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame it up and now you're dizzy
Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up and he said, "Really?"

On some street shit, come and get you in a Hemi
On some rich shit, pick you up in a Bentley
I'm ridin' stock paint, and my shit still look like candy
All these tools on me, man I look like Handy Manny
Nigga I'm an astronaut, Nigga you's a Sandy
You ain't never jump out the water, you use to swimmin'
That mean you never jumped out the porch, no types of sports
I got my own shit, I don't need no type of source
Me and guap, we be kickin' it in all types of sorts
Hit the Louis store, and I buy all types of shorts
Don't let me in the NBA, we knock it off the shore
Bump me my mothafuckin' pistol, knock you off the court

Sosa since you got this money, you disappear
That how you feel
In the mothafuckin' hood, its ain't how you steal, it's how you kill
Now I'm rich bitch, it ain't how you feel, it's how you live
And I'm on some big shit, it ain't what you was, it's how you is
When I come have your 3D glasses in, and have your ears
Before my son grow older, I'ma tell ya hide ya kids
I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame it up and now you're dizzy
Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up and he said, "Really?"

On some country shit, I pick you up in a dump
Police in my trunk, what the fuck they tryin' find?
When they pull me over, they say I smell like a pound
I say I'm always goin' up, I'm never Gloin' down
Twitter this, Twitter that, I'm goin' Slim Dunk
Pull up on ya block, what's in my gun make ya run
This ballin' shit be fun, but shootin' pistols funner
I get the money later, I got shootin' pistols hunger
And when I'm done sparkin', roll up and I forgot
Sosa you can't have this snub in the club, I ain't retarded
I do everythin' without givin' fucks, I nonchalant it
Sosa, what the goals you want in life? I want the money
Sosa, what type of weed you smoke? I want the onions
Sosa, what type of chips you like? I want the Funyuns
I'm ridin' low in cold water or I'm ridin' around
Came with my cannon, can't win, don't try it

Sosa since you got this money, you disappear
That how you feel
In the muthafuckin' hood, its ain't how you steal, it's how you kill
Now I'm rich bitch, it ain't how you feel, it's how you live
And I'm on some big shit, it ain't what you was, it's how you is
When I come have your 3D glasses in, and have your ears
Before my son grow older, I'ma tell ya hide ya kids
I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame it up and now you're dizzy
Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up and he said, "Really?"