[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Police locked him up for something he ain't do
He gon' lie to 'em even if it's true
He just spit on a C.O., man, he rude
He don't give a fuck about being in a cube
Got these fresh ass Mikes from Round Two
Told the bitch I pick her up around two
He made round one, the end is round two
You know we can't do shit around you
Who are you? Who are you? (Ayy, ayy)
This ain't D12, you can't get no proof (Ayy, ayy)
We'll leave your ass missin' like a tooth (Dududu)
When I say, "Ok Koolaid" it mean cool (Ok Koolaid, ok Koolaid)
And I can't fuck with you 'cause you fu (Fu)
And we hardly fuck with fam 'cause he new (Huh?, Huh?)
We'll leave his ass drownin' in the pool
Prolly rocked your uncle up, Uncle Drew

[Verse 2: Tadoe & Chief Keef]
I just poured an AK sip a deuce (Dope)
I don't want no Henny, where the juice? (No)
You say that that's Act', but it's fu
Who are you? Make me shoot (Bang, bang, bang)
He tryna shoot, but he talkin' to the troops (Huh?, Huh?)
Do a drill in the truck then slide the coupe (Slide the coupe)
Ayy, you think that he solid, but he fu (But he fu)
Ayy, smokin' glue, in the stu (In the stu, ayy)
I shot so fast that I ain't even think (Bang, bang, bang)
I shot so fast that he ain't even blink (Bang, bang, bang)
That shit not icy, it ain't even bling (Bling)
It's in a Wockhardt bottle, it ain't even pink (It ain't even pink, ayy)
We got the show rockin' like it's the ring (Ayy, ayy)
We got Arm & Hammer, Mr. Clean (Mr. Clean)
I ain't get fat 'til I start sippin' drink (Ayy)
How I slim down, but I'm still sippin' lean? (Huh?)
[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Fill a blunt with green dope, orange flame, white smoke
Big ass chopper bullets can knock down an Eiffel
I pull up in your ward, n***a, I'm going psycho
We just bought it thirty minutes ago, where the pint go?
I just bought it thirty days ago, where the .30 go?
Lil folks got locked up ridin' with a dirty ho
Actin' like she don't know my name, call me Sergio
She gon' pull up, clean me up, so I call her detergio
What you need? We gon' pull up on the curvio
And I'm in something white, black like a Oreo
Told me, she ain't like my fit, bitch, I'm in my glory though
And I been knew how to hustle since a shorty though
Right wrist cost a Telsa, left wrist Rover though
And I sold Roc-A-Fella, but I ain't Hova though
I just walked up in the court room, I ain't sober though
Told you what was up, you're dumbass made me say, "I told you so"