Irri Lyrics - Chief Keef

Chief Keef what it do 

It's Lil B, I love you nigga 

Get that money nigga, count up on these bitch ass niggas man 

Skee! 

Irri, irri irri, irri irri, these bitches irri 

Irri irri, irri irri, these niggas irri 

They all up in my, ear-a ear-a 

Like can you hear us? 

Bitch I can't, hear-a hear-a 

These niggas irritating 

These bitches irritating 

My gun don't irritate it, I hyperventilate it 

Like click-clack irri 

Irri irri, irri irri 

Shootin' for your ear-a 

Irri irri, irri irri 

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These niggas irri, these bitches irri 

These cops is irri, they all over my area 

They looking for me, they watching a nigga 

I'm smoking on Swishers 

That bitch thought it was a Backwoods nigga, swear that bitch irri 

That bitch brought some Backwoods with her 

Kick that bitch out backwards nigga 

Should have known to not bring that shit to my mansion nigga 

Should have never invited that bitch to my mansion nigga 

Should've took that bitch to the Hampton nigga 

Pulled up in a irritating car with an irritating Glock 

Irritating niggas sendin irritating shots 

Irritating niggas and irritating bitch 

Get irritating shots for a irritated boss 

Like Irri, irri irri, irri irri 

Got Irri nina coolin' with me you know that's my nigga 

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Irri, irri irri, irri irri, these bitches irri 

Irri irri, irri irri, these niggas irri 

They all up in my, ear-a ear-a 

Like can you hear us? 

Bitch I can't, hear-a hear-a 

These niggas irritating 

These bitches irritating 

My gun don't irritate it, I hyperventilate it 

Like click-clack irri 

Irri irri, irri, irri 

Shootin' for your ear-a 

Irri irri, irri irri 

This our year-a this my era 

Fuck whoever I'm trying to tell ya fuck whoever 

I'm not scare-a, Lil B, Chief Keef 

I smoke reef you got that reef 

Well light the leaf, up in the air-a 

Cocaine era, got whatever blast whoever 

I'm not scared of black leather look in the mirror 

I've see character it's my era, mixtape era 

World Star Hip Hop, call me Q or call me J or call me swag 

Winning, damn I'm winning 

Change the fucking game even jumped up in it 

Real hip hop like a New York minute 

If you can't understand you ain't get it bitch 

Irri, irri irri, irri irri, these bitches irri 

Irri irri, irri irri, these niggas irri 

They all up in my, ear-a ear-a 

Like can you hear us? 

Bitch I can't, hear-a hear-a 

These niggas irritating 

These bitches irritating 

My gun don't irritate it, I hyperventilate it 

Like click-clack irri 

Irri irri, irri, irri 

Shootin' for your ear-a 

Irri irri, irri irri 

These niggas irri