Chief Keef – Couldn’t Take It Lyrics
Leave the door open baby, I get cakey Daily, got the gun in, that’s on safety Mama always told never let a nigga play me Then I got my ass whooped, and I couldn’t take it What’s the situation? That’s the situation baby [?] Cooling with the paper, balling in a major Shoot ’em in some typa way, then baby I take that Pull up on the mothafucking label, where my cake at? ‘Fore I up this mothafucking choppa and spray it [?] I’ma get some Rugers, I was tired of Glock 40’s Put it on Blood, bitch I’m guaped shawty Put it on cuz, I’m on hot shawty I’ll grill ya ass, on the spot shawty [?] to the summer, chinchillas in the winter I heard them fuck niggas…