Get Your Mind Right Lyrics - Singles - Chief Keef

It's not a trick question, yeah I'm smoking dope 

Walk through the door, get your camera phones 

Come through, mechanic shit, get your hammers on 

If you want a peace treat, call my cellular phone 

It's not a trick question, I don't fuck with opps 

I don't rock with cops, I send a bunch of shots 

Some cops be cool because they give me passes 

Doing 1-10 in my car, they like "this nigga savage" 

I got the Glock, Tony, Sosa I'm Sammy 

I'ma dog and a lion bitch, I ain't Bambi 

Catch the bag like Randy, long as this money in it 

She told me that her pussy tight, I fit my Johnny it 

Fuck that bitch then I'm dipping, yeah I'm really pimping 

I'ma Kobe Bryant, you's a Scottie Pippen 

I got my semi in it, the club in Philly with it 

Then I leave Philly with a bunch of silly bitches 

Tricks are for kids, you need a Doctor Kid 

Cause when I'm done stitching your ass, don't let your mama see it 

In my 4K TV house, it's a bunch of sheets 

Come in here tryna hit a lick, commercial get a bunch of beats 

I'm cooling with the stars in the sky 

Don't be fucking with my dogs cause they bite 

I hop out looking like some raw in the pipe 

Like it's Memorials Day, got on all white 

I had a dream like Doctor King 

What can you bring to the table? I got lots of things 

I got Tommies, I got mobster things 

Come through like a janitor, we moping things 

Forensics come check it out, come in here won't make it out 

Like new clothes, I lay it out, boy fuck around, get aired out 

You play the shit off, I play it out 

You mumble the shit, nigga say it out 

Shoot your ass like a lil mud dog 

What the fuck you eating, nigga? Spit it out 

Pull up in a Hummer, looking for some mamas 

Know I ain't gon' fuck her, cause he looks like his mother 

His baby mama comma, cumming on my Johnson 

Cause I be doing numbers, cause I be getting money 

It's not a trick question, what's your machine? 

I treat your block like a classroom, I'm serving it 

Put your face on Sarans, bitch I'm doubling it 

Told you my pistol was celibate, don't fuck with it 

I'm like a husky, you're like a puppy 

I'm sipping muddy all day and night, I'm Kid Cudi 

She got a buddy, and she tryna fuck me 

Take that baby home with his pacifier then suck me 

I got a blue pipe, it glow like blue lights 

Make your face camouflage, you got (?), right? 

This dope I'm smoking on, it smoke like (?), right? 

You get it, that's a dope line in Chicago, all white 

Got a bitch named Moussi, she give me coochie 

This that Gucci, no this ain't no Coogi 

Free Gucci, get here with the Uzi 

Free T-Slick, he come through with the toolie 

Push your hairline, barber shop 

I got a Jordan shot, you shoot like Chris Bosh 

I was smoking, I was leaning, leaning hard 

I be leaning like I'm standing on the balcony 

Bang 

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