Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hiding, artist - Chief Keef. Date of issue: 05.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hiding |
| I got choppers, I got gwala |
| I got partners, send you to the doctor |
| I got guns, singing like opera |
| And my partners, they got money |
| We ain’t for nu’uh |
| Fuck ya momma, fuck ya poppa |
| What the fuck you doing, if you ain’t getting money? |
| Bitch I’m 3hunna, my niggas riding |
| And we sliding, bitch we ain’t hiding |
| I got my pistol, that’s my issue |
| My pistol get you, it got that grip too |
| I shoot it at you, them bullets catch you |
| And now you’re done, you couldn’t wrestle |
| All of these niggas, they pretenders |
| Act like they with you, they out to get you |
| So don’t trust them, so don’t love them |
| They want your spot, they want your hustle |
| You flex and they want your muscle |
| Rings on all 10 hands and they want your knuckle |
| Bitches calling me, they want my time |
| But I’m chasing all this money runnin' |
| I got choppers, I got gwala |
| I got partners, send you to the doctor |
| I got guns, singing like opera |
| And my partners, they got money |
| We ain’t for nu’uh |
| Fuck ya momma, fuck ya poppa |
| What the fuck you doing, if you ain’t getting money? |
| Bitch I’m 3hunna, my niggas riding |
| And we sliding, bitch we ain’t hiding |
| What do you want? Where are you going? |
| What you doing, if you ain’t getting money? |
| I’m smoking ganja, I’m counting commas |
| I got my llama, so nigga don’t try us |
| I’m blasting at you, I’m laughing at you |
| Flexing throwing cash up on your bitch |
| And throwing cash up at you |
| I threw some cash up at you |
| Cause you need to catch up |
| You full of mayonnaise, I’ll let Nina red ya |
| You in the red line, that’s the dead line |
| You ain’t got my money on time |
| Then that’s your head mon |
| Bumbaclottin', Rasta-rockin' |
| Rastafari mothafucka, damn near lion |
| I got choppers, I got gwala |
| I got partners, send you to the doctor |
| I got guns, singing like opera |
| And my partners, they got money |
| We ain’t for nu’uh |
| Fuck ya momma, fuck ya poppa |
| What the fuck you doing, if you ain’t getting money? |
| Bitch I’m 3hunna, my niggas riding |
| And we sliding, bitch we ain’t hiding |