Wash My Hands

[Intro: Chief Keef]

Uh, huh, huh, flamin' this gas up

Pants, huh, huh, skrt

[Chorus: Chief Keef]

Flamin' this gas up, pullin' my pants up

Nigga you fanned up, runnin' them bands up

Clip hold 30, give a lil nigga a whole chop

Spend this cash faster than a friend turn foes

As for the flame and the dope, watch the fire rise

You wanna get some money, nigga likewise

I gotta wash my hands

Don't inform me if it ain't 'bout bands

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]

Kept up, smoking lettuce

Gotta grind the dopey, every time I step out

Yessir, we gon' camp out

Make them blocks wavy, like we goin' fishin'

Yo hoe up in my Rarri catchin' this vibe

Me and my niggas never switch sides

Big .45 I don't care, if you 6'5

You ain't gotta know it's on me to get striped

She feelin' lucky, she sendin' the charm

A summer day, oh no, it's snowin'

I'm in that turbo, oh no, it's foreign

She came to the pad, oh no, she's drawn

[Chorus: Chief Keef]

Flamin' this gas up, pullin' my pants up

Nigga you fanned up, runnin' them bands up

Clip hold 30, give a lil nigga a whole chop

Spend this cash faster than a friend turn foes

As for the flame and the dope, watch the fire rise

You wanna get some money, nigga likewise

I gotta wash my hands

Don't inform me if it ain't 'bout bands

[Verse 2: BobbyRaps]

Uh, yeah, I don't use CashApp, uh, got my cash up, uh

My grandpa's a nice guy, I'm his grandson

Uh, fed up, yeah, no I ain't fed up

I'm just gettin' that gravy, ok, come and catch up

I blow tooka like it's hookah, but I'm not from Lebanon

I just pulled up in that old school drop top, 1991

And I gave you my whole heart, but I'm not the only one

Praise that fire to forget, watch it rise like the sun

Now I'm Charmander, lit up like jack o'lantern

Oh, I have no fear, my heart's a chandelier

You just tried to commandeer, but I still persevere

Keep that iron, I keep that steel

That ain't beef, that shit's veal

All this dirty money in my hands, I need to rinse them

All this purple on me right now, I'm like a Prince fan

That girl gave me brains like a bird, she go hard like the Tinman

I'm in, uh, outer space like I'm on The Jetsons

These boys ain't my sons, ain't even my sons; They're my step-sons

Don't do nothin' foolish, take that L, learn that lesson

Yeah, I go arch-nemesis, turn to Megatron

That's your baby momma? Turn her crib to a traffic stop

I do what I want and I get what I want

I need all the bread, I don't like bread, I like croissants

Hit the club and I'm Rain Man, idiot savant

In the cut, I'm in the spaceship smokin' mids with your mom

[Chorus: Chief Keef & BobbyRaps]

Flamin' this gas up, pullin' my pants up

Nigga you fanned up, runnin' them bands up

Clip hold 30, give a lil nigga a whole chop

Spend this cash faster than a friend turn foes

As for the flame and the dope, watch the fire rise

You wanna get some money, nigga likewise

I gotta wash my hands

Don't inform me if it ain't 'bout bands