What Was It Songtext
von Chief Keef

(Zaytoven)
Bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang

I come through, lights and cameras, watch got me tripping
She like, "Buy me something," no, I ain′t your nigga
It tastes so good, this here what I'm sipping
What I am is what I am, naw, I ain′t flipping
Got shooters in the trenches, bad bitch do the dishes
Maid do my laundry, come in here, you'll be missing
I got all these hundreds, that is how I does it
She like, "You know my name?" Naw bitch, what was it?

No tears in the bucket, but it's fuck it
Think I′m from the Rucker how I′m causing ruckus
Three point shit, bitch, I'm shooting buckets
My car caught her at the light, and he told her suck it


Bitches see me, they be tweaking, say they love me
Why was it? ′Cause my pants so puffy
Four thousand for this Gucci and it's fluffy
I come through clownin′ like I'm Krusty

Bang, call me Sosa Balboa
I got a bad temper like Florida
She think ′cause she got a peach like Georgia
She want me to wife her, but I gotta get my lawyer

I come through, lights and cameras, watch got me tripping
She like, "Buy me something," no, I ain't your nigga
It tastes so good, this here what I'm sipping
What I am is what I am, naw, I ain′t flipping
Got shooters in the trenches, bad bitch do the dishes
Maid do my laundry, come in here, you′ll be missing
I got all these hundreds, that is how I does it
She like, "You know my name?" Naw bitch, what was it?

I'm Glo′d up, put the cameras on me
Don't try, I got the hammer on me
I′ma scoop your bitch in a minute
She don't think I′m in the Lambo
But I'll see her in a minute, gotta get me a dental


Pull on her, make her crippled, it can all be so simple
I want you to go down, you can do the cha-cha, limbo
My car be slicing, Kimbo, Margielas, fuck your Timbos
I come through, I'm capping, remember when I was little

Wind up shittin′ on your Rollie, I don′t want bologna
I want me some steak, I want me some money
I want me some fifties, I got me some hundreds
Just to keep it one hundred, this clip hold a hundred

What's up under my hood? You don′t wanna see it, nigga
I take money, you don't wanna be it
Man, I come from the hood, now I′m rich preaching
It ain't ′bout the money, then I can't see it

I come through, lights and cameras, watch got me tripping
She like, "Buy me something," no, I ain't your nigga
It tastes so good, this here what I′m sipping
What I am is what I am, naw, I ain′t flipping
Got shooters in the trenches, bad bitch do the dishes
Maid do my laundry, come in here, you'll be missing
I got all these hundreds, that is how I does it
She like, "You know my name?" Naw bitch, what was it?
Bang (bang)
Bang (bang)
Bang (bang)
(Bang, bang)
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang