PULL UP GHOST-CLAN

[Intro: Shadoe Haze and DJ Pharris]

This Chicago, nigga

Trap-a-holics (EarDrummers!)

[Chorus: Chief Keef]

Pull up, Ghost clan

I'm fresh up out the pot, I'm lookin' like a dope man (Aye, aye)

Lookin' back to when I had that cocaine

Lil' cousin nineteen, but he gon' tote my four five (Damn son, where’d you find this?)

Fuckin' in Gucci slides

Twenty-08, bitch, I was buyin' them two for fives (Two for fives)

You got drank, that's true? Let me buy it

So ain't never no pancake, that shit there gon' get denied (Ayy, pussy, Real trap shit)

[Verse 1: Chief Keef and DJ Pharris]

I won't buy it if you can buy it

All this water, I ain't scuba divin'

Never sign with illumini-

Big M-E, who am I?

My name Chief So super high (Sos' baby)

In the bed where a cougar lie (Huh)

She just killed me, homicide

You ain't a top guy, you the other guy

Smell me smokin' on an onion

Nub you up, it's a bunion

Shawty Lo, get done, done

She ask do I want a perc', uh-uh

Fuck that, hoe, show me somethin', somethin'

The girls got me lookin' like Hong Kong

I'ma lil' asian, you can call me Shang Tsung

(This Chicago, nigga)

[Chorus: Chief Keef]

Pull up, Ghost clan

I'm fresh up out the pot, I'm lookin' like a dope man (Aye, aye)

Lookin' back to when I had that cocaine

Lil' cousin nineteen, but he gon' tote my four five

(Like you ain’t know)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

Pull up, Ghost clan

I was mindin' my business, she put me in her Close Friends

Balenciaga winter gloves, I built a snowman

Rolls Royce truck, lookin' like a tow man

Sent her to the store for rubber bands, I need some more

I don't need a scale, I buy a whole thang just to smoke

Don't try to compare, I'm in a whole 'nother category

Everybody know, my flow is nastier than a lavatory

I'm straight out the laboratory

Pull up, put it back up on me

I'ma put a rack up on it

Get on the track, put facts up on 'em

Know he broke, put a cast up on him

She fell in love with the accent, don't it?

We pullin' up in matchin' Rollies

Uncle Sam, l'm taxin' on 'em, yeah

[Chorus: Chief Keef]

Pull up, Ghost clan

I'm fresh up out the pot, I'm lookin' like a dope man

Aye, aye

Bro backin' out, I got that co-can

Lil' cousin nineteen, but he gon' tote my four five

Fuckin' in Gucci slides

Twenty-08, bitch, I was buyin' them two for fives

You got drank, that's true? Let me buy it

So ain't never no pancake, that shit there gon' get denied (Ayy, pussy)

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]

Yeah, bitches fall in love just to take a picture

Niggas wanna fight, but I got the sticker

Niggas just be talkin', they a bunch of lippers

Niggas drinkin' brown lean, actin' like a sipper

Be careful, 'cause that shit'll probably fuckin' kill you

Paralyzin', numbin', I can't fuckin' feel you

Cut the girls and these niggas comin' out like lizards

Finna head on your block and beat that bitch like SZA

She think that I'm D'Usse, 'cause I be drinkin' sizzurp

Pull up in that coupe with me and Mike Willy

I just bought a Benz, she 'bout to pop a wheelie

Sixteen and I damn near let a copper kill me

You don't want me, 'cause I got that guapo really

[Outro: Mike WiLL Made-It]

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