Shorties Songtext
von Chief Keef

You know how I can cut off stock
And keep kush all up in my pocket
All a round and get your grind on
Gotta buy it up on time ah
Hey, hey, hey, them my shorties

Them my shorties, them my shorties
Them my shorties, them my shorties
I get my shorties 40′s
They come through blowing, blowing, blowing

They ain't missing
They come through scoring, scoring, scoring
Them my shorties, them my shorties
These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties

I get my shorties 40′s
They come through blowing, blowing, blowing
When we pull up, hop out loud we blowing
Blowing, blowing, them my shorties


Young Bino grab the strap ay, Flash grab my racks ay
Ball drive the car ay, Tadoe grab the thots ay
Tray Savage grab the mac ay, Cap grab the bag ay
Throw back grab the front, ay
This ain't what you want

Them my shorties, ya we love shooting guns, ay
Call Caper from the front
He come through with the pump
Call Juice from Savage Squad

He come through with the lumps
Call Fredo out the cut
He come through with the mops
Very scary goosebumps

I come through with the skunk
Blowing on the skunk, skunk reeking out my truck
And I don't give a fuck, I got money not no luck
I ain′t never gave no fuck
Was always ripped up, buck buck

Them my shorties, them my shorties
Them my shorties, them my shorties
I get my shorties 40′s
They come through blowing, blowing, blowing


They ain't missing
They come through scoring, scoring, scoring
Them my shorties, them my shorties
These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties

I get my shorties 40′s
They come through blowing, blowing, blowing
When we pull up, hop out loud
We blowing, blowing, blowing, them my shorties

I smell like cat piss
Johnny bitch on my next list
Come through with that gat bitch
We know drama young and reckless

My niggas always wilding
I swear they over protective
We don't know detective
We don′t know who shoots the weapons

Don't care about a lecture all I care
About is money
Don′t give no fuck about court
Don't give no fuck about running

I'm somewhere counting money
It′s a money dance tsunami
I′m somewhere eating pastrami
With my shorties we be munching and mobbing

Them my shorties, them my shorties
Them my shorties, them my shorties
I get my shorties 40's
They come through blowing, blowing, blowing

They ain′t missing
They come through scoring, scoring, scoring
Them my shorties, them my shorties
These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties

I get my shorties 40's
They come through blowing, blowing, blowing
When we pull up, hop out loud
We blowing, blowing, blowing, them my shorties