Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shorties, artist - Chief Keef. Date of issue: 07.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shorties |
| You dig? |
| You know how I’m rocking, cut off stockings (DP on the beat) |
| Keep kush all up in my pocket |
| All designer, get your grind up |
| Got a Breitling for the timer |
| Hey, hey, hey |
| Them my shorties (Them my shorties), them my shorties |
| Them my shorties, them my shorties |
| I give my shorties 40s |
| They come through blowing, blowing, blowing |
| They ain’t missing, ayy |
| They come through scoring, scoring, scoring |
| Them my shorties, them my shorties |
| These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties |
| I give my shorties 40s |
| They come through blowing, blowing, blowing |
| When we pull up, hop out |
| Loud we blowing, blowing, blowing |
| Them my shorties |
| Gambino grab the strap, ayy, Flash grab my racks, hey |
| Ball drive the car, ayy, Tadoe grab the thots, ayy |
| Tray Savage grab the MAC, ayy, Cap grab the back, ayy |
| Throwback grab the front, ayy, this ain’t what you want |
| Them my shorties, ayy, yeah, we love shooting guns, ayy |
| Call Caper from the front, ayy, he come through with the pump |
| Call Juice from Savage Squad, ayy, he come through with the lumps |
| Call Fredo out the cut, ayy, he come through with the mump |
| Very scary, Goosebumps, I come through with the skunk |
| Blowing on the skunk, skunk reeking out my truck |
| And I don’t give a fuck, I got money, not no luck |
| I ain’t never gave no fuck, was always with the buck-buck |
| Them my shorties, them my shorties |
| Them my shorties, them my shorties |
| I give my shorties 40s |
| They come through blowing, blowing, blowing |
| They ain’t missing, ayy |
| They come through scoring, scoring, scoring |
| Them my shorties, them my shorties |
| These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties |
| I give my shorties 40s |
| They come through blowing, blowing, blowing |
| When we pull up, hop out |
| Loud we blowing, blowing, blowing |
| Them my shorties |
| I’m smoking cat piss, Johnny pissed on my necklace |
| Come through with that gat, bitch, we know drama, young and reckless |
| My niggas always wildin', I swear they overprotective |
| We don’t know detective, we don’t know who shoots the weapons |
| Don’t care about a lecture, all I care about is money |
| Don’t give no fuck 'bout court, don’t give no fuck 'bout running |
| I’m somewhere counting money, it’s a money damn tsunami, ayy |
| I’m somewhere eatin' pastrami with my shorties, we be munching |
| And mobbing |
| Them my shorties, them my shorties |
| Them my shorties, them my shorties |
| I give my shorties 40s |
| They come through blowing, blowing, blowing |
| They ain’t missing, ayy |
| They come through scoring, scoring, scoring |
| Them my shorties, them my shorties |
| These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties |
| I give my shorties 40s |
| They come through blowing, blowing, blowing |
| When we pull up, hop out |
| Loud we blowing, blowing, blowing |
| Them my shorties |