Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song OFF WIT HIS HEAD, artist - Chief Keef. Date of issue: 05.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
OFF WIT HIS HEAD |
| Ayy, ayy |
| Niggas at your freakin' head |
| Click-clack, niggas really scared (Ayy, ayy, ayy) |
| Niggas at your freakin' head, click-clack, really scared |
| I’ma run these motherfuckin' people just like Diddy did |
| Get my alcohol, weed, and my businesses |
| Savage just like Beans, that’s who Beanie Sigel is |
| Up them poles, heatin' shit like I play for Heat and shit |
| Pistol beatin' shit, you don’t know what pistol beatin' is |
| Ridin' 'round town, prayin' to God with the SIG |
| Smoke a nigga like a cig', bang, off with his head, ayy |
| Better play with your bitch, you better play with your kids |
| My niggas, they savages, you better play with your ear |
| On the jet, on the Lear like I’ll perform in here |
| I got my gun in here, so be alarmed in here |
| You want beef? |
| There’s farms in here, a lotta armor in here, ayy |
| Boy, we got the llamas here, them stupid choppers here, ayy |
| Leave you where you stand, you gon' need a doctor in here |
| I brought my guap in here, I can pay your doctor bills |
| Pay your mama bills, pay your partner bills |
| Pay a lotta bills, pay my bank deposit bills |
| I got a lotta clips, I drive a lotta whips |
| Like I’m at the casino, I won a lotta chips |
| I brought my mop in here, that dirty bop in here |
| It’ll bop your eyeballs, it’ll bop your ear |
| I brought my mop in here, hey, dirty bop in here, ayy (Click-clack) |
| It’ll bop your eyeballs and it’ll bop your ear, bang |
| Niggas at your freakin' head, click-clack, really scared |
| I’ma run these motherfuckin' people just like Diddy did |
| Get my alcohol, weed, and my businesses |
| Savage just like Beans, that’s who Beanie Sigel is |
| Up them poles, heatin' shit like I play for Heat and shit |
| Pistol beatin' shit, you don’t know what pistol beatin' is |
| Ridin' 'round town, prayin' to God with the SIG |
| Smoke a nigga like a cig', bang, off with his head, ayy |
| Smokin' on this Tooka, plottin' on a million |
| Got a lotta children, these niggas my children |
| Try to smoke some Tooka, this shit, it might kill you |
| Tryna get some money, my nigga, I feel you |
| Coolin' with the Glo, ayy, that’s my La Familia |
| For my family, I’ll kill ya, at the red light, drill ya |
| Pull up on you slow, ride off like a Steeler |
| I think I’m from Pittsburgh, bitch, I got my steel up |
| 'Member bein' a stealer, your car could get peeled up |
| Baby, I heard your car on E, fuck with me, it get filled up |
| When I look in the mirror, I see a young black nigga |
| That made it out the Southside where the fuckin' drills was |
| Ridin' with my tooly, and I’m down to drill ya |
| Waste your ass, spill ya, Flintstone, Fred and Wilma |
| She gon' give me coochie 'til my fuckin' deal up |
| It can go down anytime, but I’m still up |
| Niggas at your freakin' head, click-clack, really scared |
| I’ma run these motherfuckin' people just like Diddy did |
| Get my alcohol, weed, and my businesses |
| Savage just like Beans, that’s who Beanie Sigel is |
| Up them poles, heatin' shit like I play for Heat and shit |
| Pistol beatin' shit, you don’t know what pistol beatin' is |
| Ridin' 'round town, prayin' to God with the SIG |
| Smoke a nigga like a cig', bang, off with his head, ayy |
| (Damn, that’s Surreal right there?) |
| (Off The Wall Gang) |