[Intro: Lil B]
Chief Keef what it do
It's Lil B, I love you n***a
Get that money n***a, count up on these bitch ass n***as man
Skee!

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Irri, irri irri, irri irri, these bitches irri
Irri irri, irri irri, these n***as irri
They all up in my, ear-a ear-a
Like can you hear us?
Bitch I can't, hear-a hear-a
These n***as irritating
These bitches irritating
My gun don't irritate it, I hyperventilate it
Like click-clack irri
Irri irri, irri irri
Shootin' for your ear-a
Irri irri, irri irri

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
These n***as irri, these bitches irri
These cops is irri, they all over my area
They looking for me, they watching a n***a
I'm smoking on Swishers
That bitch thought it was a Backwoods n***a, swear that bitch irri
That bitch brought some Backwoods with her
Kick that bitch out backwards n***a
Should have known to not bring that shit to my mansion n***a
Should have never invited that bitch to my mansion n***a
Should've took that bitch to the Hampton n***a
Pulled up in a irritating car with an irritating Glock
Irritating n***as sendin irritating shots
Irritating n***as and irritating bitch
Get irritating shots for a irritated boss
Like Irri, irri irri, irri irri
Got Irri nina coolin' with me you know that's my n***a
[Hook: Chief Keef]
Irri, irri irri, irri irri, these bitches irri
Irri irri, irri irri, these n***as irri
They all up in my, ear-a ear-a
Like can you hear us?
Bitch I can't, hear-a hear-a
These n***as irritating
These bitches irritating
My gun don't irritate it, I hyperventilate it
Like click-clack irri
Irri irri, irri, irri
Shootin' for your ear-a
Irri irri, irri irri

[Verse 2: Lil B]
This our year-a this my era
Fuck whoever I'm trying to tell ya fuck whoever
I'm not scare-a, Lil B, Chief Keef
I smoke reef, you got that reef?
Well light the leaf, up in the air-a
Cocaine era, got whatever blast whoever
I'm not scared of black leather look in the mirror
I've see character it's my era, mixtape era
World Star Hip Hop, call me Q or call me J or call me swag
Winning, damn I'm winning
Change the fucking game even jumped up in it
Real hip hop like a New York minute
If you can't understand you ain't get it bitch
[Hook: Chief Keef]
Irri, irri irri, irri irri, these bitches irri
Irri irri, irri irri, these n***as irri
They all up in my, ear-a ear-a
Like can you hear us?
Bitch I can't, hear-a hear-a
These n***as irritating
These bitches irritating
My gun don't irritate it, I hyperventilate it
Like click-clack irri
Irri irri, irri, irri
Shootin' for your ear-a
Irri irri, irri irri
These n***as irri