Chief Keef - Drifting Away Lyrics

Drifting away
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Drifting away (goddamn, nigga, you taxin' like you Uncle Sam, nigga)
Drifting away
Drifting away (goddamn, nigga, you taxin' like you Uncle Sam, nigga)
Away

Big rubber bands I be poppin'
In a car lot, get the biggest truck, I'm weighin' my options
Baby said I treat her like a option (huh?)
Bitch, you ain't a TV
If you was, I woulda been muted you
"How life been?" It's been beautiful
Seven thousand square feet, nigga come from a damn cubicle
Hole in you same size a hula-hoop
Foenem put the beats on you, nigga
Now your f*ckin' name FruityLoops (pro's got me so high, I'm)

Drifting away
(Bitch, I'm so high, I'm) drifting away
(I'm off the dope now) drifting away
(Hold on, get yo' ho, tell her I be) drifting away
(Need to stop smoking, I be) drifting away
(I hit the dope now I'm) drifting away
(Thinkin' 'bout how I ain't broke, now I be) drifting away
(I ain't broke, now I be) drifting away
(Ahem, ayy)

Huh?
Huh?
Go
Huh?

Call the chicken police
Nigga, you know I'm havin' strips
I was one of them niggas puttin' the sack in Saks Fifth
You don't know how to slide
You ain't got no motor skills
Nigga think he goin' nuts but he goin' almond milk (no)
Put some holes in his ass same size Cheerio (huh?)
I sent one from the top rope, Rey Mysterio (bang)
Sixes won't fit on the Tonka truck I need Ferris wheels
Run ya ass over, Suge Knight, I'm gettin' overkill
Ayy, it's 4 a.m. she freaky, tryna come up over here
Pull a 4 into your hood the kids runnin' over here
She outside, I tell her, "What the f*ck I tell you 'bout comin' over here?"
When I want it, baby, I'ma tell you come up over here

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Money gang
Cap gang
Goddamn, nigga
You taxin' like you Uncle Sam, nigga
Playin', hope that you can swim, nigga
Was outside from the a.m., nigga
And granny ain't seen me 'til the a.m. I was off that Killa Cam, nigga
I got a band for your band, nigga
Don't even ask what's in my cup the same color of your skin, nigga
I went no pad, no pen, nigga (pen)
The .22'll hit your chin and go down to your shin, nigga (to your shin)
Truck sit up like a cowboy (cow)
I think I got more cars than every member of the Hot Boys
And we got broom sticks Hogwarts
And I ain't worried 'bout the opps, we don't fly the same airports (no)
I be sippin' on that Beetlejuice (lean)
Heard you lookin' for your cat, nigga how it keep gettin' loose? (huh?)
If you could, you would fit my shoe
Chief Sosa made drill, Kanye think he did it too

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