My Woes

Lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef] Sosa, baby, GBE, baby (That boy Cassius) [Verse 1: Chief Keef] Suitcase with a MAC in it (Bang) Bag with some racks in it (Flll) Put the two-door up (Beep) Now I'm back in it (Yeah) Got your bitch backbendin' (Skrrt) She gon' put her back in it (Yeah) Engine in the back business (Bitch) Now I live by cactuses (Bitch, bang) [Chorus: Chief Keef] Running through the streets, me and my woes (Yeah) Can't do anything to stop me and my folks (Nah, GBE, baby) Got a chop with a flashlight, click-clack, lights out Livin' a fast life, load up, ride out (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-bang) [Verse 2: DooWop] Niggas know me in the streets, niggas know I pop heat Don't believe word of mouth, you can check my rapsheet Gettin' miked in Miami, ridin' on the jetskis They gon' bleed for the sharks 'fore I let 'em catch me [Verse 3: Chief Keef] In this Fendi lookin' like fools Shining yellow like jewels Pouring up that dirty 'Tech Speeding made a fuckin' mess Treat her more, love her less Throw her to gang, no fuckin' catch These Balmains got a little stretch Pockets got a bunch of cash I'm floatin' like Aladdin Running it up like amen Hit the stores, cashin' 'cause I like high fashion Just bought a new bag and it can fit a MAC-10 You run out of time on this bomb, we start blastin' (Bang) [Break] [Chorus: Chief Keef & Ballout] Running through the streets, me and my woes (Yeah) (Case, MAC, bag, racks) Can't do anything to stop me and my folks (Nah, GBE, baby) (Two-door, now I'm back in it) Got a chop with a flashlight, click-clack, lights out Livin' a fast life, load up, ride out (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-bang) [Refrain: Ballout] Count my money up front I don't do no backhandin' Packs landin' In Saks rackspendin' I don't do no panhandlin' Your man fannin' Your girl starin' Every time we in a different area code we in a different mansion [Break] [Chorus: Chief Keef & Ballout] Me and my woes (Yeah) (Case, MAC, bag, racks) Stop me and my folks (Nah, GBE, baby) (Two-door, now I'm back in it) Light, click-clack, lights out Fast life, load up, ride out (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-bang) [Refrain: Ballout] Count my money up front I don't do no backhandin' Packs landin' In Saks rackspendin' I don't do no panhandlin' Your man fannin' Your girl starin' Every time we in a different area code we in a different mansion