My Pistol Make Ya Famous

[Intro: Chief Keef] Turbo Aye, Let's get it Catch up, (coughing) Aye, bang, Sosa Baby, GBE Baby (Turbo On The Track) [Chorus: Chief Keef & Fredo Santana] You could find me in the trap, on the map So much lean, I might collapse You could find me in a bank So much rank So much stank I'm finna faint You can find me in a trap, gang banging Smoking stank Pistol hanging I'm on the block Gang Banging Chain dangling Let my pistol make you famous [Verse 1: Chief Keef] My choppa make you famous Want beef? I got the Angus This Alpharma is ancient What's the recipe, I'm Plankton I got this foreign stanking Man I deserve a spanking I'm in here eating ramen Noodles with a banger I'm always on the catch-up Pour it without it measured I am the young flexer All this gold on look like treasure All these fucking pints, I am a professor But don't make my shooters Put you on a stretcher I'm smoking on this dope Counting on these bands Big ass four nickel It is in my pants Fucking up my stance I'm fucking up these bands When you get a glance you see I don't do the playing [Chorus: Chief Keef & Fredo Santana] You could find me in the trap, on the map So much lean, I might collapse You could find me in a bank So much rank So much stank I'm finna faint You can find me in the trap, gang banging Smoking stank Pistol hanging I'm on the block, gang banging Chain dangling Let my pistol make you famous [Verse 2: Fredo Santana] Basically, ya'll basic man I'm the king of trap, embrace it, man Have them killers pull up and straight change your plan They'll kill you first then they will wack your mans Niggas think it's sweet till I pull up slaying their mans Remember posted on the block, off the exit rim Now I sell wock and I think I lost a kidney I nigga wanna box, what he don't see my semi? Beat his ass up, smoke his ass like a chimney Cooling with some thots and they gone off the Henny But I smack one of these hoes if they ever try to offend me I'm shooting shit like the old Michael Finley Bought a FN but I could have bought a Fendi [Chorus: Chief Keef & Fredo Santana] You could find me in the trap, on the map So much lean, I might collapse You could find me in a bank So much rank So much stank I'm finna faint You can find me in the trap, gang banging Smoking stank Pistol hanging I'm on the block, gang banging Chain dangling My pistol make you famous