Chief Keef Fix That song lyrics

I hit Saks, I spend racks

I spend stacks, I can get it back

Nigga get back, I go click clack

Leave the pussy wet, don't get bitch smacked

Ride down on ya, in the tic tac

And this designer on me, it's fucking mismatched

Grab a big mac, break your Kit Kat

All these tools on me, and I can fix that

When I was up in rehab, I was smoking tooka dope

Aye boy what you smoking on, it's probably some fookah dope

Buy a Gucci throw it on, $5000 for it how you ain't know?

Walk up in the Louis store, they know I got them big bankrolls

I am sipping purple drank, no girl this is not yellow

No I do not know that hoe, she in Miami I know

Now I'm somewhere in west coast, smoking on the best dope

Fat ass clipper in my chop, if you want a trim lets go

Ooo, I'm acting a fool, Hoes say I'm rude

And some say I'm cute, and make me food

I'm up at Barney's, don't want no Louis

I want Balmain's, I don't want no shoes

So smooth, won't catch me snooze

Ooo, my watch a fool

It's fucked, them niggas bools

Is it false, and or is it true?

Yall know how we bummin man

Fresh off of touring man, back off of touring man

Back at it 24-H 365 man

Walk up in Barney's can't even decide man

Balmain's no red bottoms

You hear me? big bands finesse yall

You see us doing this shit nigga cause we still doing this shit

Nigga so was doing this shit cause we been doing this shit

Nigga, yall know how the fuck we coming nigga

RIP Blood nigga, RIP cap nigga

Sneak diss catch a slug nigga

Put a nigga on a stretcher

Who is that tho, youngest flexer

Yall got questions, I can't answer

I'm a rich nigga, no time for dandruff

Dodging Aiki, smoking dopey

She has the best head, she gets a trophy

Nigga I'm 2-4, you do not know me

You are a peon, that's what she told me