Chief Keef – What The Fuck Is Y'all On lyrics

Oh my God they caught this nigga loafin'
Hit him for his chain then see what else he toting
Tell that fuck nigga I need all the money I loaned him
And if he talkin' shit then fuck it smoke him
To his mamma when you see your son on the news
This is business bitch don’t get it confused
He owed me two racks so they found him in two
Fives, tens, twenties, fifties bitch pay your dues
I don’t give a fuck money is money
Yeah I’m geeked up, but ain’t shit funny
'Cause niggas don’t fuck with you like you fuck with them
They want the money and the fame minus hustling

I still mob through my city like I’m fucking King Kong
What the fuck is y’all on, what the fuck is y’all on
Like I don’t ride with them burners go bur rum ba bum bum
What the fuck is y’all on, what the fuck is y’all on
Juicy got the streets talking 'cause a nigga still on
Still riding clean, still getting high, still blown
What the fuck is y’all on, what the fuck is y’all on
Like I don’t ride with them burners go bur rum ba bum bum

I’mma pull them bazookas out and start cleaning house
Kidnapped and missing that’s how we do it in the Dirty South
And when I come through you pussy niggas gone respect it
And stop crying over these bitches being eyeball reckless
'Cause niggas want to fight over hoes and kill themselves
Before they do that they trying to kill somebody else
These niggas stupid as fuck that’s why I keep my shit on me
'Cause all these jackers think they gone rob me ain’t gone get a piece
But I’m just laughing at them I’ll grab my mask and get 'em
I’m from the old school, I go by the realest system
If it’s illegal don’t tell no nigga your business
'Cause you’ll be in your house and them jackers will be in it

I still mob through my city like I’m fucking King Kong
What the fuck is y’all on, what the fuck is y’all on
Like I don’t ride with them burners go bur rum ba bum bum
What the fuck is y’all on, what the fuck is y’all on
Juicy got the streets talking 'cause a nigga still on
Still riding clean, still getting high, still blown
What the fuck is y’all on, what the fuck is y’all on
Like I don’t ride with them burners go bur rum ba bum bum

I'm smokin’ kush, I’m takin’ breaths
If a opp in my lane, I’m takin’ breaths
He ain’t comin’ right, then we leave him left
Being a billionaire, bitch I see myself
I’m Chief Sosa, Chief Keef Sosa
Give me some lime green, and some pink soda
And a fucking pill, I’m in it for real
Tracks I kill, I eat 'em like meals
Say goodnight, to yo bitch
She got good brain, she focused
I’m hocus, 'cause I pocus
I’m 300 bitch you on some ho shit
I’m blowin’, Reese blowin’
Mac blowin’, bitch we all blowin’
It’s O-End, fuck yo end
Lil Moe land, we totin’
We make shit very scary, something like the beat
You talkin’ a lot of shit, don’t you tire me
What up Santana? Fredo Santana
We got on bandanas, guns man handled
Aye Big Woo, let’s hit a stain bitch
I’m insane bitch, I need brain bitch
Bang bang bitch, I gang bang bitch
Fuck a main bitch, don’t got no main bitch
Oh my guys just caught a nigga lackin’
We got thirty clips of them ratchets
And we gonna let ’em have it
And bitch we all savage, 300 savage
Bullets flyin’ like maggots, and bitch I’m bout my cabbage
Loud and that lean, make a stupid horror scene
300 the team, what the fuck do you mean?
All us pop beans, you lil niggas green beans
Like pretty and pink, everyday is Halloween