I'm Tryna Sleep
Chief Keef
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(On foenem) I just made a million last week Stone brought his merch on Chief (Foenem Radio, home of the Glory Gang) It's not a lease On the rims, trick or treat It's not a treat Bitch, I'm tryna sleep Bitch, I'm tryna sleep (Sos' Baby) I ain't got cheese? I just made a million last week Chief my lingo and now my Stone brought his merch on Chief Leave out the dealer, paper in my hand, it's not a lease Black and orange Forgiatos on the rims, trick or treat (skrrt-skrrt) Say she wanna eat me, told that bitch, "My dick is not a treat" (no) Bitch loud as truck, my dick said, "Shut up, bitch, I'm tryna sleep" In the Hellcat, I told her, "Shut up, bitch, I'm tryna creep" I'm from the hood where we sendin' shots right down the street I'm from the hood, we don't use cars, we use feet Welcome to the streets where if niggas can't fight, they use heat Wet a boy down, it's gon' be you and not we Welcome to the streets, it can cost your life, it's not cheap Told that bitch, "Give me fifty percent, I'll turn you up" I was lookin' for a boss, baby, and there you was Bae do whatever I say, that's my kind of love (go) When I first met the bankroll, I said, "I'm in love" (go) Go Roll the gross up I'ma lift my doors up Go, go It's a new opp pack every time we roll the gross up (go) I'll pull up to the hood and have them lift my doors up (skrrt) You can throw your fuckin' salt, I'll still get bread like cold cuts Catch your ass up at the Moncler, then we'll give you cold cuts I'll pull up in the Maybach, make my bitch the chauffeur (skrrt) Ah, bitch, it's ten years later, they still lovin' Sosa Pussy, is you with the feds? F*ck you takin' notes for? I forgot I'm the teacher, nigga, you should've said somethin' You's a mother fuckin' deer and foenem out here head huntin' Nigga said he fucked my bitch, I told his dumb ass, "Which one?" Nigga played with the Wock' and now his dumb ass redrum I'm so motherfuckin' GOATed, I should have a TED Talk Nigga pulled up to the TED Talk, we made him spin off Nigga laughed, now he cryin', made him wipe his grin off Nigga, it's hot as f*ck outside, you know I'll let my fan off Pussy, and if you get skinned, dog, it knock you dread off Baby, we be breaking laws, we never had an in-law Nigga fronted me some crack, I used my legs and ran off Fast as Usain Bolt how that nigga ran off I got enough money to buy some shit to have a stand off (hell yeah)
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Written by: Keith Cozart
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