Cuz My Gear Songtext
von Chief Keef

Diamonds dancing on my fist look like a blank disc
Teriyaki suit with the lemon Phantom
Heavy weight, heartburn: Mylanta
Adversaries call me on my Blackberry
Now I′m in the laundry mat: Darryl Strawberry
On my cell phone, now I'm on my iPhone
She thought it was a cat phone
Now I′m on my bat phone
Hanging fangs down like a vampire ("Twilight!")
Sapphires dancing on my hand like a campfire ("Dancing!")
Camp counselor, living in the life of luxe
Double cheese deluxe in the penguin tux


That bitch want me cause she know I keep it real ("3 Hunna")
Say she don't like a nigga that's gon squeel (nah!)
Well listen baby, I′mma keep it real (3Hunna!)
You know you ain′t got shit coming here (Nah!)
Butter blunt of kush in the air
And I won't feed you lies to your ears
Cause niggas better calm down before they hear
A lot of gun sounds in the air ("bang bang!")
I won′t wife her keep it pimpin over here
Gucci shirts, we ain't simple over here ("Gucci!")
Fuck nigga mad cause his bitch jockin
And I be flexin up the Maseratis, flex!