Chief Keef Cuz My Gear song lyrics

Diamonds dancing on my fist look like a blank disc

Teriyaki suit with the lemon Phantom

Heavy weight, heartburn: Mylanta

Adversaries call me on my Blackberry

Now I'm in the laundry mat: Darryl Strawberry

On my cell phone, now I'm on my iPhone

She thought it was a cat phone

Now I'm on my bat phone

Hanging fangs down like a vampire ("Twilight!")

Sapphires dancing on my hand like a campfire ("Dancing!")

Camp counselor, living in the life of luxe

Double cheese deluxe in the penguin tux

That bitch want me cause she know I keep it real ("3 Hunna")

Say she don't like a nigga that's gon squeel (nah!)

Well listen baby, I'mma keep it real (3Hunna!)

You know you ain't got shit coming here (Nah!)

Butter blunt of kush in the air

And I won't feed you lies to your ears

Cause niggas better calm down before they hear

A lot of gun sounds in the air ("bang bang!")

I won't wife her keep it pimpin over here

Gucci shirts, we ain't simple over here ("Gucci!")

Fuck nigga mad cause his bitch jockin

And I be flexin up the Maseratis, flex!