Black Ops 3 Lyrics - Chief Keef

I keep that hot shit like a Tea pot 

OG stuffed in a cookie jar 

Pull up, boy you better have the guap 

Im a doctor, give ya pussy ass a shot 

While he was on a hill, i was somewhere in the field 

Now I'm working towards a billon, now I'm living in the hills 

Tuck in my drawls, bitch i got that tommy hill 

Figure if it sizzle's, its a scary site ew 

Pussy you be talking bout a bunch of nonsense 

Money all up on my concious 

Latex, we can get it poppin' 

Led Zeppelin, and you know how I'm rocking' 

I'm riding with the mop, going up like a stock 

Whats up in my pocket? its a muthafucking knot 

Pull that bitch out make it rain on a thot 

My pistol got a dick, make it piss on a opp 

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10, 20, 30, Bullets flying like birdy 

I'm a Chiraq warrior, and I'm balling like I'm Curry 

If you looking for Chief Sosa, what? eating curry 

You eating on that bitch, she was sucking me early 

Choppa click clack, dududu, make him twirl 

Keep talking all that shit, now he screaming like a girl 

I do this shit for blood and my boolin' sound 

When i start cappin, thats my coolin' sound 

Damn Sosa how you get the tool inside? 

I load this muthafucka and I do his ass 

Bullets eat his skin, bitch fool his ass 

Fly shit, Peacoat got my tool inside 

Runnin' from the cops, dodging hole pots 

When it comes to guap, get a whole lot 

When it comes to opps, get a toe tag 

Fuck nigga thought i wasn't on that 

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I keep that hot shit like a Tea pot 

OG stuffed in a cookie jar 

Pull up, boy you better have the guap 

Im a doctor, give ya pussy ass a shot 

While he was on a hill, i was somewhere in the field 

Now I'm working towards a billon, now I'm living in the hills 

Tuck in my drawls, bitch i got that tommy hill 

Figure if it sizzle's, its a scary site ew 

Pussy you be talking bout a bunch of nonsense 

Money all up on my concious 

Latex, we can get it poppin' 

Led Zeppelin, and you know how I'm rocking' 

I'm riding with the mop, going up like a stock 

Whats up in my pocket? its a muthafucking knot 

Pull that bitch out make it rain on a thot 

My pistol got a dick, make it piss on a pop 

Im digital, like Sonny nigga 

Do something, go and get some money nigga 

For I hit ya ass with the tommy nigga 

I ain't winnie the poo, this ain't honey nigga 

Acting like you want smoke, you funny 

Doing walk up with the pistols, you running 

I talk all this shit, cause i can back it up 

Note to this bitch, I'm acting up 

Who the fuck you is, bernie mac it up 

Like cash doll, bitch I'm accurate 

Hop in my car, and I rev it up 

RIP to the damn competitors 

Bitch im a predator 

Had a meeting at 10, would never let us up 

Don't be up in the line when I'm balling guns 

Fuck nigga better not blow ya nose at us