CHARGED UP

[Intro]

(Damn, son where'd you find this?)

(Mike WiLL Made-It)

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]

Who that pullin' out out the bank in Lamborghini, boy? Ayy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

My son think that I'm a genie, boy, ayy

These niggas talk like hoes, might as well wear a bikini, boy, ayy

My wrist, this that Fiji, boy, yeah

Knockin' on your window with a squeegee, boy (Bah)

Ayy, talking dirty, make us clean it, boy

Hardly sleep, so ain't no dreaming, boy

I don't trust you, you look sleazy, boy (Real trap shit)

I just make that shit look easy

Put two watches on and named 'em Mario, Luigi

Told 'em pull up, watch the car, they know they gotta make it greasy

Ho think I sip too much, she say I gotta take it easy (Ayy, lean, lean, lean)

[Chorus: Chief Keef]

Got some new wheels, sittin' new, brand new

Like a Lasko, nigga, we'll fan you

It's Alaska whеn I bring the jewelry through

Ayy, it's Tokyo whеn I pull the truck up

This bitch talk too much, she need to shut the fuck up (shh)

Want me to pick her up 'cause she know I'm flexed up (Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit)

We'll paint you red, what's on your shirt? Not ketchup

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]

If they pick me up, we innocent, ayy (Ayy, ayy)

I take dope like Benadryl, ayy (Ayy, ayy)

Stupid, rest them imbeciles

Goin' dumb like I ain't never been to school, ayy (Beep, beep, beep, beep)

In the hard top, watch me lift the roof, ayy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

In a heartbeat, she gon' pick and choose, ayy (Bitch)

We'll check your ass, now you a swoosh, ayy (Check your ass, now you a swoosh)

Sippin' on a four of juice (Sippin' on a four of juice)

Shoes Off-White, but they not white

Call a plumber, its a thirty stuck in the pipe

They ain't moving right, we gon' get 'em right

Higher than a penthouse is what I'm feelin' like

You say you was a killer, hmm

Now you snitchin', hmm

Act like you know the streets, should've minded your business

Get up off my dick and go find some bitches

Niggas be acting like they street, steady lyin' to bitches

Truck got seven speeds

Went to get in it, I forgot my keys

You love me? Baby, please

And that ain't hard to believe

You just goin' for what you believe

'Cause my wrist always on bling

Ain't shit fallin' but some leaves

Ayy, make a new bitch history

I'm cool as I can be

Wipe the shades off, I couldn't see

Ayy, you said them Gucci shades with a C

It's somethin' wrong with your G

My gas tank on F, ayy, your gas tank on E

She like, "You in a Lamb', tryna be lowkey"

Smoke O, but don't know Rome'

What it's gon' be what it's gon' be (Damn)

[Chorus: Chief Keef]

Got some new wheels, sittin' new, brand new

Like a Lasko, nigga, we'll fan you

It's Alaska when I bring the jewelry through

Ayy, it's Tokyo when I pull the truck up

This bitch talk too much, she need to shut the fuck up

Want me to pick her up 'cause she know I'm flexed up

We'll paint you red, what's on your shirt? Not ketchup

[Outro: DJ Pharris]

This Chicago, nigga