Kongoz

[Intro: Chief Keef] Congo, congo She twerk it to the congo [Chorus: Chief Keef] Congos, them guns sound like congos My jits do this for fun, ho And they love lettin' guns blow Huh, congos, she twerk it to the congos God, y'all some broke boys Should've worked at the carnival Huh, congos, them guns sound like congos My jits do this for fun, ho And they love lettin' guns blow Huh, congos, she twerk it to the congos God, y'all some broke boys Should've worked at the carnival Huh, carnival, should've worked at the carnival You ain't getting no bucks, boy Should've worked at the carnival, huh [Verse 1: Chief Keef] I ain't never snitched in my life Fuck with me, you know you gon' die (Huh) It's 300 of us and know we gon' ride Used to tote pistols and you know we don't fight Why everybody wanna be me? And all these boys wanna work for Chief Keef (Huh) In each one of the opps, I see me I swear each one of the opps wan' be me (Huh) This shit fucked up at an all-time high Mouse said, "Don't get smoked," well bitch, don't get fried Squad, we everywhere and we don't get tried Sucking my dick, don't talk, give top (Huh) Opp bitches low-key love Chief Keef These opp bitches low-key love GB (Huh) I'm getting tree-tree, getting head by KeKe (Huh) Thirty in my ning-ding, think it's a drill, bitch, ding ding (Huh) [Chorus: Chief Keef] Congos, them guns sound like congos My jits do this for fun, ho And they love lettin' guns blow Huh, congos, she twerk it to the congos God, y'all some broke boys Should've worked at the carnival Huh, congos, them guns sound like congos My jits do this for fun, ho And they love lettin' guns blow Huh, congos, she twerk it to the congos God, y'all some broke boys Should've worked at the carnival Huh, carnival, should've worked at the carnival You ain't getting no bucks, boy Should've worked at the carnival, huh [Verse 2: Tadoe] Gun smoke, you tweak with gang, gun show All my niggas for none, keep big guns with drums, boom Get smoked, hit his face, his throat Got blood over my clothes, body bag zipped, though All these niggas wanna be me (Be me) They say I'm in it, I'm on TV (TV) But I gotta ride with big thirties (Thirties) The opps think they gonna murk me Want war, these fuck niggas want war I catch you at the corner store I'm one up with the score (Baow) Red dot, headshot, feds hot Watchin' his spot 'cause I dropped his ass on the block, boom Congos, dirty bopper, drumroll The wild boy jungle Killin' your parents, where your mom go? Boom Convo, no time for the convo We smokin' on jungle, in the condo countin' hunchos (Them racks) [Chorus: Chief Keef] Congos, them guns sound like congos My jits do this for fun, ho And they love lettin' guns blow Huh, congos, she twerk it to the congos God, y'all some broke boys Should've worked at the carnival Huh, congos, them guns sound like congos My jits do this for fun, ho And they love lettin' guns blow Huh, congos, she twerk it to the congos God, y'all some broke boys Should've worked at the carnival Huh, carnival, should've worked at the carnival You ain't getting no bucks, boy Should've worked at the carnival, huh