What U Talkin' Bout (feat. Shy Glizzy)

Chief Keef

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    If you a fuck nigga, keep my name out yo mouth
    If you a tough nigga, I’ll come aim at ya house
    I got a lotta bands and I got a lotta clout
    If it ain’t bout them bands, nigga, what ya talkin’ bout?
    Young nigga, whachya talkin’ bout? I don’t care whachya talkin’ bout
    Mama said why all this cash up in ‘er house?
    Sorry, momma, I don’t know whachya talkin’ bout

    Glizzy got the pounds, smoke out the ounce
    Bitch I’m talkin’ bout almost a ticket fo’ the house
    Bet ya neva had 200 000 in yo couch
    Ouch, shit make a pussy nigga pout
    Police kick the door, don’t know what they talkin’ bout
    I won’t run my mouth, snitches get put in the ground

    You can ask around, I’m the hottest guy in town
    I neva seen them out, don’t know what they talkin’ bout
    They ain’t keep it 100 when they see me comin’ up
    Streets hottest youngin, no, bitch, I’m just warming up
    GG is my chain, bet you will neva see it tucked
    You run up, you get bust, show you I don't give no fucks

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    If you a fuck nigga, keep my name out yo mouth
    If you a tough nigga, I’ll come aim at ya house
    I got a lotta bands and I got a lotta clout
    If it ain’t bout them bands, nigga, what ya talkin’ bout?
    Young nigga, whachya talkin’ bout?
    I don’t care whachya talkin’ bout
    Mama said why all this cash up in ‘er house?
    Sorry, momma, I don’t know whachya talkin’ bout

    My young niggas be geeking
    They be wylin’ fo’ no reason
    Got goodmen, gotta keep em
    Niggas switch up like the season
    I’m not havin no meeting
    Put that nigga in the cement
    Bitch nigga we not beefing
    Or your family won’t be eating

    If you come to my house
    You see that chopper on the couch
    Smoking on that OG, shit turned me to Mr. Chow
    He can’t afford an ounce
    So he smoke on Black and Milds
    This shit I got too loud

    Can’t hear shit he talkin’ bout
    Realest young nigga comin’ straight up out the slums
    Glizzy Glizzy bitch da king of district of Columb
    Ask any of my strippers, bet they never seen no ones
    Lil nigga, you my son, fucked yo sister and yo moms
    If you a fuck nigga, keep my name out yo mouth

    If you a tough nigga, I’ll come aim at ya house
    I got a lotta bands and I got a lotta clout
    If it ain’t bout them bands, nigga, what ya talkin’ bout?
    Young nigga, whachya talkin’ bout? I don’t care whachya talkin’ bout
    Mama said why all this cash up in ‘er house?
    Sorry, momma, I don’t know whachya talkin’ bout

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    Composition: Shy Glizzy

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