DAMN SHORTY

[Chorus: Sexyy Red & Chief Keef]

He like, "How you fit that ass in them pants?"

You wanna see me but you better have them bands

I'm with my bitches, so you gotta bring some friends

I'm a dog, I ain't tryna do the romance (It’s Sexyy!)

[Interlude: Chief Keef and DJ Pharris]

(Trap-a-Holics, real trap shit)

(This Chicago, nigga)

Damn, shorty (This one ain't even on purpose man)

Damn, shorty (Shoot on accident)

Damn, shorty (I thought about it, like damn)

Damn, shorty (Damn, shorty)

Damn, shorty (I'm talking to myself, though)

(Young Rari)

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]

How you fit that Glock in them tight ass pants, shorty? (Trap-a-Holics)

They like, "How you get it? Damn, shorty"

How you pulling up in the Lamb', shorty?

Mans like, "Who that at the door?" My damn shorties

We'll shoot your ass while you on cam, shorty

If we can't get you, we gon' get your fam, shorty

I'm like Tracy come out cut and slam shorty

Me and gang in LA, we'll ram shorty (Real trap shit)

I can't come to your city, I'm finna land, shorty

I'll pop you, wе ain't throwing hands, shorty

I'll turn your ass a new strand, shorty

I'm off Tooka, we don't do the Xans, shorty

Damn shorty, damn shorty

Makе the chopper sing, Big Baby DRAM, shorty

We'll catch you in the club, Sam, shorty

Get to spraying cooking butter, Pam, shorty

Damn shorty, damn shorty

We just watching out for Uncle Sam, shorty

They like, Sosa, when you get that Lamb', shorty?" (Mmm)

You already know what I am, shorty

[Chorus: Sexyy Red]

He like, "How you fit that ass in them pants?"

You wanna see me but you better have them bands

I'm with my bitches, so you gotta bring some friends

I'm a dog, I ain't tryna do the romance

[Verse 2: Sexyy Redd]

I'm a real fine bitch and I got that bag (Womp, womp)

Hoes don't play with me, 'cause I get on they ass (On they top)

I like to hop up in my car and drive it fast (Yoom)

Ain't pulling over, we outside, fuck the tags (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

My coochie good, that's why I got two baby dads

I hate a lying-ass nigga, I'll flash

Don't turn me up, you know I get to acting bad

I tell my hoes when you with me to wear a mask (Yeah)

Yeah, I'm rich, but I like to chill out on the block (On Blood)

He wanna hang with me but he ain't got no Glock (He ain't got no Glock)

I'm doing donuts while I'm pulling off the lot (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

And I ain't hiding from these bitches, "Fuck the opps" (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, it’s Sexyy!)

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]

Damn, shorty, damn, shorty

You should already know I bring my gang, shorty

You already know I don't tuck no chain, shorty

You can't hang, shorty, you tuck your chain, shorty

You was tryna hang, shorty, got your dumbass banged shorty

We ain't playing around, shorty, this ain't no game, shorty

On a roof feel, like I'm on a crane, shorty

You be rocking where? Boy, you ain't Dame, shorty

I was on the CTA bus and a train, shorty

Never got big-headed since I got fame, shorty (I got fame)

You dropped your location, then we came, shorty (Ayy, came)

Before we kill you, we gon' give you that pain, shorty (Give ya that pain)

They threw me in the booth, told me go insane, shorty (Du-da-duh)

Got Hermes umbrella in case it rain, shorty

Riding around your city with me and my same shorties (Same shorty)

Finna come bowl on you, better stay in your lane shorty (Lane shorty, ayy)