Chief Keef - Wazzup Lyrics

Always dreamed of foreign trucks (yeah, yeah)
I found me a way to get my hunnids up
She asked me, do I trust her borderline?
Stick a nigga up, when I got that porcupine
We both in Gs, but your shit don't cost more than mine
He GTA, banned that boy from foreign drive
I can't be beard chest, it feelin' like Arm & Hammer
My shorty beat the drum, I call 'em David Banner
Granny made the style, and mommy made the manners (yeah, yeah)
Shorty pull up fresh, call her Dolce Gabanna (what's up, baby)
Was a hander-hander, I'm an acre handler
I got twenty different ways to make a bender
I was not tryna draw Dragon Ball
Now I'm hoppin' out of that damn air bender
I spent three bricks on wings, spoilers, and fenders
Get up out my business, bitch, call me mister
Get up out my business, bitch, call me mister
Run up, back and broke, pussy, we a fiction (what's up, baby)
Baby ass busy is tryna learn me
Told 'em tryna learn to be a good listener
God, I'm tryna learn to be a good Christian
Ask either of your friends she wasn't with it
God just done and took away my good vision
But I can still spot a fuckin' fuck nigga
Baby girl got fired
1-800-Chief-So, who gettin' hired?
Cost that belt icy 'cause you fired
These niggas my sons, so call me Iver (yeah, yeah)

Always dreamed of foreign trucks (yeah, yeah)
I found me a way to get my hunnids up
She asked me, do I trust her borderline?
Stick a nigga up, when I got that porcupine
We both in Gs, but your shit don't cost more than mine
He GTA, banned that boy from foreign drive
I can't be beard chest, it feelin' like Arm & Hammer
My shorty beat the drum, I call 'em David Banner
Granny made the style, and mommy made the manners (yeah, yeah)
Shorty pull up fresh, call her Dolce Gabanna (what's up, baby)
Was a hander-hander, I'm an acre handler
I got twenty different ways to make a bender
I was not tryna draw Dragon Ball
Now I'm hoppin' out of that damn air bender
I spent three bricks on wings, spoilers, and fenders
Get up out my business, bitch, call me mister
Get up out my business, bitch, call me mister
Run up, back and broke, pussy, we a fiction (what's up, baby)
Baby ass busy is tryna learn me
Told 'em tryna learn to be a good listener
God, I'm tryna learn to be a good Christian
Ask either of your friends she wasn't with it
God just done and took away my good vision
But I can still spot a fuckin' fuck nigga
Baby girl got fired
1-800-Chief-So, who gettin' hired?
Cost that belt icy 'cause you fired
These niggas my sons, so call me Iver (yeah, yeah)