Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song CUSSIN , by - Chief Keef. Release date: 05.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
CUSSIN |
| Ayy, I be kush smokin', car ridin', ayy |
| Lot of guap in my pockets now, ayy |
| Niggas disrespect, then we knock 'em down, ayy |
| Big guns, trees, they knock 'em down, ayy |
| So high, I take a helicopter down, ayy |
| Show you how I make this fuckin' chopper sound, ayy |
| Them niggas opps, no, we don’t fuck with them, ayy |
| Got ignorant guns, it’s gon' up at them, start cussin' |
| 'Member standin' on the block, my hand was on my Glock |
| Ready to slam it on an opp and give him all I got |
| Now I got hammers on the block and drugs on the block |
| Cops got cameras on the block, they tryna catch us off |
| Untrustworthy ass bitch, they tryna set us up |
| Lil' dirty ass niggas always stealin' some |
| Dirty 30 ass with me and he’ll hit you up |
| I got my jewelry out and my hammer tucked (Bang) |
| I got some niggas with me, come through, blam it at you |
| Shoot him, him, him, him, and then her (Bang) |
| 'Cause niggas was steady talkin' and we didn’t know nothin' |
| And when the feds grabbed me, man, I didn’t know nothin' (Bang), ayy |
| Catch you snoozin', then it’s done with you, ayy |
| I hope you got your gun with you |
| Got thirty shots full of lead, but you gon' hold number two (Bang) |
| Came on your bitch face like my nut do what cucumbers do (Bang, bang) |
| Ayy, I be kush smokin', car ridin', ayy |
| Lot of guap in my pockets now, ayy |
| Niggas disrespect, then we knock 'em down, ayy |
| Big guns, trees, they knock 'em down, ayy |
| So high, I take a helicopter down, ayy |
| Show you how I make this fuckin' chopper sound, ayy |
| Them niggas opps, no, we don’t fuck with them, ayy |
| Got ignorant guns, it’s gon' up at them, start cussin' |
| No Versace, this belt fourteen hundo', ayy |
| Opps livin' on a prayer, Bon Jovi |
| Like a cigar, I catch an opp, I’ll smoke them |
| Like who is these niggas? |
| I don’t know them, ayy |
| Eeny, meeny, miny, moe them, ayy |
| Catch an opp, 'bout to tote him, ayy |
| Don’t know if I’ll let go of him, ayy |
| Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, I know it’s him, ayy |
| He ain’t shootin', I can’t roll with him, ayy |
| That’s my Glo Gang, that’s my bro and 'em |
| Yes, I tote things, and I’m blowin' them, ayy |
| Leave you boppin' like Kemo and them |
| I just had a baby and I’m keepin' him |
| He already got a name, his name is Beef Filling |
| Bitch got in my car like, «What kinda seats is them?» |
| Ayy |
| You know BMW my people 'nem, bang |
| Ayy, I be kush smokin', car ridin', ayy |
| Lot of guap in my pockets now, ayy |
| Niggas disrespect, then we knock 'em down, ayy |
| Big guns, trees, they knock 'em down, ayy |
| So high, I take a helicopter down, ayy |
| Show you how I make this fuckin' chopper sound, ayy |
| Them niggas opps, no, we don’t fuck with them, ayy |
| Got ignorant guns, it’s gon' up at them, start cussin' |