Zhar! - Chief Keef Lyrics

Is she honest
Bullets gone hit in this choppa gone spread like a rumor, uh
She give me head like a tumor uh
I get the stick pick the broom up uh
I know that nigga a loser
Uh, yeah
You doing too much
Uh, yeah
I don't give two fucks
Uh, yeah
Waking up, who's up
Uh, zyeah
I got me two hoes, but I got three bros, we gone need two mo
Uh, uh
Tomato, tomato
OG Bobby Johnson
I wish this barrel had came with potato
This bitch love me, no Ultimatum
Nigga gone ain't no way I can't change up
Look at my neck, I ain't puttin' my chains up
Bit wanted dick, cause she think that I'm famous
Ain't give her dick, cause that bit was a lame hoe
RIP Juice Wrld, RIP Bankroll
RIP Mac Miller, RIP Fredo
Shout out, Chief Keef, I let it bang hoe
I'm with my squad like that nigga from three hunnid
Cut off my legs if you seeing me runnin'
I'm really sad boy, I'm tryna be honest
Stack up the racks boy, taller than Giannis
I really been there, and done that, but if you ask me on my mama Ian seen nun
This ain't no Viagra, Imma just keep comin'
Imma just kill da pussy like Ted Bundy
Whole lotta dead presidents, that was dead money
If I know bout it, guarantee I never said nun
Niggas be pee-ons, Imma just pee on 'em
Pistol on me, paranoid, Imma keep clutching
Pop me a perk, I was holding on my stomach
Hotter than hell, I be hotter than the oven
Shout out Valee in Romania, I guarantee that my young niggas really, there, be thuggin'
Nigga gone hate, but I really don't hold grudges
Talking on me but you really don't know nothing
Fuck on that bit, but she said say she don't need nun
Cut off the bit, I don't wanna hear "blah blah"
Told da lil bitch I ain't wanted to fuck on yo sister, I told her I wanted to fuck, the cousin
My heart broke, lil bitch, I need lovin'
Bitch can't fix that shit like "ta-da"
She give me head no concussion
I spit like Andre, she give me gawk gawk
Nigga been scared I know that he been running
Nigga gone run from a nigga like track star
Nigga be talking they really don't know nun
I'm a rockstar, bitch, Ion play no guitar
Called me tacky cuz my teeth was gold, but chains was silver
Guess you could say that I fucked on that bit, but I honestly don't even remember
My bitch bad no Kylie Jenner
Ain't her daddy a transgender
When I pop out with my niggas
We look like the damn avengers
When I drop this Zhar Star three, they gonna say that I'm a big star
Bitch I'm sad but I'm not pissed off
Big in front my name, I'm bigger
Least you know I'm no pretender
Even Jamaicans be giving me big ups
Ball on these niggas, I don't pick the stick up
Ball on these nigga like a game of pick up, zhyeah, zhyeah
Zhyeah
I been hot like you see two suns
I hit that L and now I'm too gone
They say they don't know what you on
Bullets spread just like a rumor
Talk too much, bitch you a tumor
Worried bout me, don't care what you on, on, on, awe
Yeah
Bro let me sleep on the futon
Worry bout me, don't care what you on
I know that nigga a loser
Uh, yeah
You doing too much
Uh, yeah
I don't give two fucks
Uh, yeah
Waking up, who's up
Uh, uh I me two hoes, but I got three bros, we gone need two mo
Uh, uh
Tomato, tomato
OG Bobby Johnson
I wish this barrel had came with potato
This bitch love me, no Ultimatum
Nigga gone switch ain't no way I can change up
Look at my neck, I ain't puttin' my chains up
Bit wanted dick, cause she think that I'm famous
I ain't give her dick, cause that bit was a lame hoe
RIP Juice Wrld, RIP Bankroll
RIP Mac Miller, RIP Fredo
Shout out, Chief Keef, I let it bang hoe
Uh, uh
Zhyeah
This shit easy, just gotta promote

Is she honest
Bullets gone hit in this choppa gone spread like a rumor, uh
She give me head like a tumor uh
I get the stick pick the broom up uh
I know that nigga a loser
Uh, yeah
You doing too much
Uh, yeah
I don't give two fucks
Uh, yeah
Waking up, who's up
Uh, zyeah
I got me two hoes, but I got three bros, we gone need two mo
Uh, uh
Tomato, tomato
OG Bobby Johnson
I wish this barrel had came with potato
This bitch love me, no Ultimatum
Nigga gone ain't no way I can't change up
Look at my neck, I ain't puttin' my chains up
Bit wanted dick, cause she think that I'm famous
Ain't give her dick, cause that bit was a lame hoe
RIP Juice Wrld, RIP Bankroll
RIP Mac Miller, RIP Fredo
Shout out, Chief Keef, I let it bang hoe
I'm with my squad like that nigga from three hunnid
Cut off my legs if you seeing me runnin'
I'm really sad boy, I'm tryna be honest
Stack up the racks boy, taller than Giannis
I really been there, and done that, but if you ask me on my mama Ian seen nun
This ain't no Viagra, Imma just keep comin'
Imma just kill da pussy like Ted Bundy
Whole lotta dead presidents, that was dead money
If I know bout it, guarantee I never said nun
Niggas be pee-ons, Imma just pee on 'em
Pistol on me, paranoid, Imma keep clutching
Pop me a perk, I was holding on my stomach
Hotter than hell, I be hotter than the oven
Shout out Valee in Romania, I guarantee that my young niggas really, there, be thuggin'
Nigga gone hate, but I really don't hold grudges
Talking on me but you really don't know nothing
Fuck on that bit, but she said say she don't need nun
Cut off the bit, I don't wanna hear "blah blah"
Told da lil bitch I ain't wanted to fuck on yo sister, I told her I wanted to fuck, the cousin
My heart broke, lil bitch, I need lovin'
Bitch can't fix that shit like "ta-da"
She give me head no concussion
I spit like Andre, she give me gawk gawk
Nigga been scared I know that he been running
Nigga gone run from a nigga like track star
Nigga be talking they really don't know nun
I'm a rockstar, bitch, Ion play no guitar
Called me tacky cuz my teeth was gold, but chains was silver
Guess you could say that I fucked on that bit, but I honestly don't even remember
My bitch bad no Kylie Jenner
Ain't her daddy a transgender
When I pop out with my niggas
We look like the damn avengers
When I drop this Zhar Star three, they gonna say that I'm a big star
Bitch I'm sad but I'm not pissed off
Big in front my name, I'm bigger
Least you know I'm no pretender
Even Jamaicans be giving me big ups
Ball on these niggas, I don't pick the stick up
Ball on these nigga like a game of pick up, zhyeah, zhyeah
Zhyeah
I been hot like you see two suns
I hit that L and now I'm too gone
They say they don't know what you on
Bullets spread just like a rumor
Talk too much, bitch you a tumor
Worried bout me, don't care what you on, on, on, awe
Yeah
Bro let me sleep on the futon
Worry bout me, don't care what you on
I know that nigga a loser
Uh, yeah
You doing too much
Uh, yeah
I don't give two fucks
Uh, yeah
Waking up, who's up
Uh, uh I me two hoes, but I got three bros, we gone need two mo
Uh, uh
Tomato, tomato
OG Bobby Johnson
I wish this barrel had came with potato
This bitch love me, no Ultimatum
Nigga gone switch ain't no way I can change up
Look at my neck, I ain't puttin' my chains up
Bit wanted dick, cause she think that I'm famous
I ain't give her dick, cause that bit was a lame hoe
RIP Juice Wrld, RIP Bankroll
RIP Mac Miller, RIP Fredo
Shout out, Chief Keef, I let it bang hoe
Uh, uh
Zhyeah
This shit easy, just gotta promote