PS5 Lyrics – Chief Keef, Rich The Kid | Skeletor

Read the full PS5 lyrics by Chief Keef from the album Skeletor along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Chief Keef]
(This is Glo Gang on Foenem Radio)
I looked the devil right in his eyes
Up the nick’, b!tch, die, b!tch, die, b!tch, die
Up the nick’, b!tch, die, b!tch, die, b!tch, die
Up the nick’, b!tch, die, b!tch, die, b!tch, die
Up the nick’, b!tch, die, b!tch, die, b!tch, die

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I looked the devil right in his eyes
Up the nick’, b!tch, die, b!tch, die, b!tch, die (Sosa on the beat)
Munch a n!gga taco, course I’ll buy it

Heard a n!gga block was drier than a biscuit from Popeyes
Fire out the motherfu*king ho, firе in the hole
Bag so big, I put my body in the ‘bow
Not thе same Runtz, b!tch, this that gross
Now I’m having two kitchens, each one got two stoves
One got seven bathrooms, one got four more
We can go blow to blow, fight conference toe to toe
With some gentlewomen, b!tches open a n!gga door

[Post-Chorus: Chief Keef]
(Sosa on the beat)
With some gentlewomen, b!tches open a n!gga door
With some gentle women, b!tches open a n!gga door

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Pull the dually out, look like I’m above n!ggas
All blacked out like I’m finna trump n!ggas
I’ll send my goons at you, Donald Trump, n!gga
You know you ain’t no fu*king gangster, you a trump, n!gga
You know cops don’t pull up fast enough to save, n!gga
I just bought a new shovel for my gravediggers
I got way more than my net worth saved, n!gga
With my white b!tch, she wanna be my slave, n!gga
We ain’t tryna talk, we tryna dodge the raid, n!gga
All these motor vehicles, s*it’ll look like a parade, n!gga

Got the gun up on my hip, hip, hooray, n!gga
Better leave me alone and go pray to Yahweh, n!gga
Should I do the yellow leather or put the suede on it?
I got that pu*sy for free, you got layaway on it
N!ggas think that I’m a game, they wanna play, don’t it?
Take the P off PS5 and put a K on it
Every time my dog s*it in the spot, the maid on it
Two-fifty for a walkthrough, I laid on it
This a Cobra, b!tch, my gun got a snake on it
N!gga, this ain’t what you want and what you ain’t wanted (Rich)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
I put the Patek in the bowl, I told the b!tch play her role
Beam on his face like a mole, lil’ b!tch tryna suck a n!gga soul
She give me top, the back of the Rolls, when I pop out, she open the doors
Why you paying for the hoes? Brand-new Rollies for the bros (Bros)
I play a b!tch like it’s PlayStation, broke n!ggas, they gon’ stay hating
Get rich while I’m rich like Ray J, yeah, she eat up the nut, no Payday, yeah
Broke b!tch better stay away, half a mil’ what I made today
She said eat the cake like Anna Mae, my b!tch too bad, I might leak the tape
Looked the devil in his eyes (Eyes), then I upped the chopper, b!tch, die, go’n die (Go’n die)
You lil’ n!ggas nothing close to me, I’m too high (Too high)
I know n!ggas hating, but they all gon’ fry, b!tch

[Chorus: Chief Keef & Rich the Kid]
I looked the devil right in his eyes
Up the nick’, b!tch, die, b!tch, die, b!tch, die
Munch a n!gga taco, course I’ll buy it
Heard a n!gga block was drier than a biscuit from Popeyes
Fire out the motherfu*king ho, fire in the hole
Bag so big, I put my body in the ‘bow
Not the same Runtz, b!tch, this that gross
Now I’m having two kitchens, each one got two stoves
One got seven bathrooms, one got four more
We can go blow to blow, fight conference toe to toe
With some gentlewomen, b!tches open a n!gga door

[Outro: Chief Keef]
Two kitchens, each one got two stoves
With some gentlewomen, b!tches open a n!gga door