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