[Intro: DJ Trap-A-Holics & Chief Keef]
Shoutout Mike WiLL (Young Rari), Shawn Ferrari, Ear Drummers (Rari)
What the fuck is Dirty Nachos?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, gang (Yoom), gang (Yoom), gang (Skrrt)
Duhduhduh, skuddaskuh, duhduhduh
Ayy (Skrrt), ayy

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Goin' 149 in a 55 (Yoom, 55, skrrt, skrrt)
You might see me in the sky, I be really high (Dope, dope, dope)
Foreign truck, bitch, it ain't nothin' basic (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Smoked the whole blunt, bitch said, "Why you facin'?" (Skrrt)
Bitch, you ain't my brother, you can't hit my blunt (No)
Lookin' like that n***a and I feel like that (That n***a)
Puffin' flute, saxophone, clarinet (Puff, puff, puff, puff)
Skinny jeans on tryna stuff the racks (Ftftft, beep)
N***a, we don’t fall in love with these bitches (No)
I ain’t goin' out in public with these bitches (Uh-uh)
She suck me, she suck you, ooh, she vicious (Uh-huh)
All these hoes be actin' like bougie bitches (Damn)
Thеse hoes can't drive, that shit too ridiculous
Somеbody call Rob, my watch too ridiculous (It's too ridiculous, bling, bling, bling)
Young n***a still on his road to riches (Road to riches)
This dumb n***a spent his cash on dope and bitches (Dope and bitches)

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Grandma say I be on too much ridiculousness (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
No computer, we'll rig a n***a shit (Duhduhduh, skuddaskuh)
No computer, we'll fix a n***a shit (Skuddaskuh)
There go his block, John Wick that n***a's shit (Ayy)
Call Will, we finna hitch that n***a shit (Ayy, baow)
I named the truck Ludacris, disturbin' the peace (Disturbin' the peace)
Who you buyin' pills from? They servin' bleach (They serving bleach, bang, bang)
I got a condo on my neck, who wanna live here? (Bang, bang)
We done lost a couple soldiers but we still here (Bang, gang)
In the V10 rollin' like a wheelchair (Skrrt, skrrt)
Brick ass n***a, we got steel, fam, ayy (Baow, bang, bang)
[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Ayy, two-tone Cuban, you might see me in Cuba, ayy (Bling, bling)
Frozen 'cause my jewler (True)
Them ain’t VVS, you got yo' necklace from a fooler, ayy (Fu-fu, fool)
They sold you that in Fuji (In Fuji)
My youngin' 'nem woulda go to blowin' at the jeweler, ayy (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)
Sippin' a PT cruisin'
You know my shit fast, you think it ain't how we be cruisin', ayy
Ayy, bitches droolin' on the jewlery
Goin' to school to be a doctor so I asked her can she cure me, ayy
Seven hundred horses call Polo
N***a, we was lookin' for you, n***a, Marco Polo

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Grandma say I be on too much ridiculousness (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
No computer, we'll rig a n***a shit (Duhduhduh, skuddaskuh)
No computer, we'll fix a n***a shit (Skuddaskuh)
There go his block, John Wick that n***a's shit (Ayy)
Call Will, we finna hitch that n***a shit (Ayy, baow)
I named the truck Ludacris, disturbin' the peace (Disturbin' the peace)
Who you buyin' pills from? They servin' bleach (They serving bleach, bang, bang)
I got a condo on my neck, who wanna live here? (Bang, bang)
We done lost a couple soldiers but we still here (Bang, gang)
In the V10 rollin' like a wheelchair (Skrrt, skrrt)
Brick ass n***a, we got steel, fam, ayy (Baow, bang, bang)
[Outro: Ballout]
New foreigns outside, they ain't leased
N***a say he in his bag, not more than me
Trap house bigger than Uncle Phil crib
N***a, and my momma ain't even live here
Stuntin' on the counters and the steel chairs
Pushin' old money with a wheelchair
Call me Ballout, baby, the pills bear
On the tour bus and we hit a damn deer
Fresh as hell and I ain't goin' to no cemetery
N***a, don't get put on a obituary