From A Informant Telling Lyrics – Chief Keef
Bro
What up?
Where are you?
‘*** you at?
You sound ’bout it as ***
I’m ’bout to go home, I’m tryna, tryna go to you, can I?
I ain’t even at the house right now
So when are you gonna be at your house?
I don’t know, in a minute
Okay, I’m just going to go home, I guess
I just want the blue cheese and the Thousand Islands
*** you want me to punch you, *** you wylin’-wylin’
Might not wanna come over here, ’cause *** it’s crowded-crowded
Unless you Master P and *** you ’bout it-’bout it
Shawty ass a [?] it’s a talon-talon
King-sized beds, what’s a pallet-pallet
Even in Kindergarten, I wasn’t tattle-telling
I ain’t generous, I’m not Ellen-Ellen
Life is sweet ***, love watermelon
I got green and I’ll put it on ya’ melon
Bad ass lil’ *** on the corner sellin’
Young *** hungry, got that mornin’ belly
*** get money, don’t matter what you sellin’
Tell ’em you a [?], get some dog repellant
Shorty got some time from her informant tellin’
Baby bro like, “Give it to me”, ***, I’ma sell it
Baby bro got’ take it over if he smarter wit’ it
And I’m smokin’ on that musty, call me Armpit-mint
I be lettin’ my chain and wrist talk to a bunch of ***
You could get your guy rolled ***, no Tzaziki
At ya’ head, no Medusa-‘dusa
You know I be wit’ gorillas, *** Ooka-ooka
Even when I’m by myself, I’m a noodle-knocka
Pulled up, shittin’ on a *** Dooka-dooka
I know I ain’t gotta do it, but I’m a Pistol-tota’
Just in case the opps see me, be like there go Sosa
Gotta’ walk the cops off me like, let’s go Sosa
“What the *** you was just doing up in Nascar, Sosa?”
Shawty’ said, “When’s the last time you been to Chicago, Sosa?”
She like, “When the *** you gon’ stop smokin’ that Petrol, Sosa?”
She like, “You smokin’ gas, but first it was that Retro, Sosa.”
She like, “You ridin’ in foreigns, but first it was that Metro, Sosa.”
You drunk?
Aye, aye, aye
I do
Bang, huh
*laughter*
