Send Em Back

[Intro: DooWop]

Wop

[Chorus: DooWop]

Niggas telling on they self on the internet

I ain't none of that, typa shit don't get no respect

You ain't from the set, fuck nigga, you a fucking rat

Everywhere I go, ask around, 50 in the TEC

Niggas really telling on they self on the internet

Telling all they spots, telling where the fucking bidness at

They don't want no smoke, no cancer and no cigarettes

We see you anywhere we sending shots 'cause we don't send 'em back

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]

You don't want that danger so be fucking cautious

Jump up out the water, wet you like a dolphin

Back to back blunts got me feeling nauseous

Take a nigga life and bid it in auction

Louis hold my jeans up, if they fall the racks was heavy

Bout that chicken, make you noodle, no, it's not spaghetti

Give a bitch a golden shower but I'm not R Kelly

I told that bitch I'm Rocko, we ain't going steady

All I see is free bands in my fucking future

V12, faster than a fucking Puma

Jean pockets fatter than a fucking tumour

Folks don't laugh at me 'cause they ain't got no fucking humour

Land shit out like lunar

Ride with my hyenas, they'll get ya

I just put a whole fucking pint in the pitcher

Kay Kay just drew her daddy a picture

[Chorus: DooWop]

Niggas telling on they self on the internet

I ain't none of that, typa shit don't get no respect

You ain't from the set, fuck nigga, you a fucking rat

Everywhere I go, ask around, 50 in the TEC

Niggas really telling on they self on the internet

Telling all they spots, telling where the fucking bidness at

They don't want no smoke, no cancer and no cigarettes

We see you anywhere we sending shots 'cause we don't send 'em back

[Verse 2: DooWop]

Getting to the check, ain't no nigga check us

Nobu as fuck, now a nigga blessed up

Diamonds look like mustard, fuck niggas catch up

Can't join the team, a lot our niggas got cut

A lotta niggas swear they knew us, man, where they was?

You was in the house, I was out selling drugs

They wasn't with us, man, long live to the bugs

King Cap, Fredoster and my cousin Blood

So I gotta keep going, niggas doing too much showing

180 through the storm

Fuck around, start touring

But I been low

Tryna stay lower 'cause

[Chorus: DooWop]

Niggas telling on they self on the internet

I ain't none of that, typa shit don't get no respect

You ain't from the set, fuck nigga, you a fucking rat

Everywhere I go, ask around, 50 in the TEC

Niggas really telling on they self on the internet

Telling all they spots, telling where the fucking bidness at

They don't want no smoke, no cancer and no cigarettes

We see you anywhere we sending shots 'cause we don't send 'em back