Picking Big Sean Up - Chief Keef

Sah, this shit go hard

Ayy, Sah, I fuck with you, shorty (Ayy, ayy)

I swear to god, shorty, on foenem grave, nigga

Sharp like a dagger (Ayy), I got swagger (Swag)

Oh, what do you know (Who?), it's a rich ass nigga (Ayy, ayy)

Coupe fly past ya (Skrrt), white like Casper (Like Casper)

Hidin' from the crazy ho, why? She might harass us (Skrrt, skrrt)

Up my dick flashin' (Ayy), gassed up in the master (Ftftft, beep)

Heard she talkin' down on me, so I went and asked her (Beep, beep)

Left wrist plasma (Plasma)

My chains give me asthma (Bling)

Yeah, I love my hoes, but I don't love them that much to harass them (No)

Man, these bitches irri' (Huh?)

She want a Panamera (Huh?)

Pull the 'Cat and Trackhawk out (Huh? Huh?), it's Tia & Tamera (Skrrt)

Ayy, felonies

Ayy, I got felonies

Ayy, I smoke hella weed (Phew)

Ayy, plug send the work, don't mail it to me (Phew)

Ayy, bring the bands out (Huh?)

Ayy, I can make a whole ladder (Huh?)

Ayy, lil nigga, what's the matter? (Huh?)

Ayy, heard you be pissed, get a new bladder, ayy (Bang, bang, bang, bang)

Ayy, ayy, back flip off the ladder (Huh?)

Nigga was angry (Huh?), pulled out the whips (Huh?), then he got madder, ayy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Got the Urus doin' 220, can't go no faster (Skrrt)

All these chains up on my neck, but I own my masters

Ayy, ayy, ayy, bling, bling, bling

Un, un, ayy ayy ayy, un, un, bling, bling, bling

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Un, un, bling bling bling

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Un, un, bling, bling, bling

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Un, un

I'm a big Tymer

Now, bitch, time's up

Got a chopstick same size as Kevin Hart, but it'll pick Big Sean up

Pockets on Big Momma (Ayy)

Tell me what they on, and I'm on

Pull up in a Lamb, bitch, no propaganda, we gon' be wavin' llamas

I still fry bologna

This lil bitch so weird that she gotta meet me around the corner

I just pulled up in that sports truck with my brothers, Jonas

Rest in peace Blood, Tray Savage, Cap, Fredo, them my fuckin' homies

She be fuckin' homies, when I was broke, I was never lonely

The police think they run up on me, bitch, I ain't got nothin' on me (Ayy)

Thought they was gonna get my forty

Cops tried to kill me as a juvi'

Now, I got a car like Birdman

Movin' to the A, I'ma ride a Dually

Nigga, you oochie-couchie

I'm smokin' on Tookie-Tookie

And we got cinematic clips, nigga, you come join this Groovy movie

The bitch got booty-booty, I'm like Suki-Suki

I'm a young street nigga, bitch came in the crib and said, "Ooh, he bougie"

Gang, gang, gang (Ayy)

Gang, gang, gang (Huh? Phew)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh, phew)

Gang, gang, gang (Phew, phew)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh, phew)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang, gang (Wooh)

Gang, gang (Phew)