Chief Keef - Chicago Zoo lyrics

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I got apes in my crib like the Chicago Zoo

Long sneakers shot in, do what ya'll gone do

Cause once we hear sum' shots we blow an Uzi with the 2's

.223 chopper, his kufi was shootin'

Was in my backyard, a long beach just like Snoop

I can't count all this money, two two three, two three two

I was sellin' snails while ya niggas was in school

Say hello to my lil friend, he gon' ____(?) what it do

I got lions, tigers, bears, jaguars, panthers, sheeps, and goose

Hyenas and monkeys, monkey nuts up on my tool

I got giraffes and elephants, ya know what's in my room

I got camels and baboons, they gone get the tool

I got tre shots in my trap like I'm on the block

My trap on their heels, Jack and Jill get knocked

Down to the ground, niggas stumbling a lot

Got my choppa in the jungle, they be rumbling a lot

When ya play my shit they start a riot

Start a fight, we start a fire

Nina don't remember clowney, hop in my Audi, I'm outie

Spending money like a Saudi

In the Valley out in Cali

No LA fitness, make ya lose my bitch Bali

On my dick, she lick it, she remind me of a mistress

On my dick stay gettin' it, ya will think I killed it

Come in Weezy baby, car ain't got no semis

The AR-15 start dancin' cause ya'll got no bang

Cooling in the water with the stingrays and sharks

Ya think ya are tequila these the shots on the rocks

Roll up in that Nascar, pull up, hit the pitstop

Bad bitch head high, now I'm getting neck top

Run up in yo party bitch, we rocking it

All this cake out through the door, cause I'm locking it

Unless they got a warrant, they just talking shit

Fed house still doors why ya'll talk this shit?

Ya tryna catch a nigga slipping, crusin' in a rental

Make yo bitch forget her business, like amnesia was the issue

Bitch don't look at me when ya sneeze, cos' I probably ain't got the tissue

Nigga lookin' at me like it's sweet,like I ain't got the pistol

I do this bitch like the swat, nigga clear the spot

Ya don't hear the shots, ya need a cotton swab

When the doctor bring yo bitchass back

We come through pop his ass, start running from the cops

Crossova, rocked his ass, I'm cooling in the 60's up in Slaughson

And a broker in New York cause I'm a baller

This ho gave me her number like I'm gone call her

She was standing up high but now she's falling

I see ya looking with yo looking ass nigga

Ya get L.A., ya ain't hate, ya mad nigga

You'z a Ratatouille, you'z a rat nigga

I get blue cheese, I'm a black nigga

I hit sacks and fucked up a sack, came out looking cool

When I say okay cool it doesn't believe me okay cool

I know ya smell me, I'm bringin' like, I'm ridin' round with food

It's that loud pack, where the dog at? I got Snoop

Ya can see the aftermath man, not done bustin' tools

Nigga, you'z a bunny rabbit, he gone reply what it do?

My money superstitious see it coming out the room

While they hate justify belief in supernatural coupes