Congo, congo
She twerk it to the congo
Congos, them guns sound like congos
My jits do this for fun, ho
And they love lettin guns blow
Huh, congos, she twerk it to the congos
God, yall some broke boys
Shouldve worked at the carnival
Huh, congos, them guns sound like congos
My jits do this for fun, ho
And they love lettin guns blow
Huh, congos, she twerk it to the congos
God, yall some broke boys
Shouldve worked at the carnival
Huh, carnival, shouldve worked at the carnival
You aint getting no bucks, boy
Shouldve worked at the carnival, huh
I aint never snitched in my life
Fuck with me, you know you gon die 
Its 300 of us and know we gon ride
Used to tote pistols and you know we dont fight
Why everybody wanna be me?
And all these boys wanna work for Chief Keef 
In each one of the opps, I see me
I swear each one of the opps wan be me 
This shit fucked up at an all-time high
Mouse said, Dont get smoked, well bitch, dont get fried
Squad, we everywhere and we dont get tried
Sucking my dick, dont talk, give top 
Opp bitches low-key love Chief Keef
These opp bitches low-key love GB 
Im getting tree-tree, getting head by KeKe 
Thirty in my ning-ding, think its a drill, bitch, ding ding 
Congos, them guns sound like congos
My jits do this for fun, ho
And they love lettin guns blow
Huh, congos, she twerk it to the congos
God, yall some broke boys
Shouldve worked at the carnival
Huh, congos, them guns sound like congos
My jits do this for fun, ho
And they love lettin guns blow
Huh, congos, she twerk it to the congos
God, yall some broke boys
Shouldve worked at the carnival
Huh, carnival, shouldve worked at the carnival
You aint getting no bucks, boy
Shouldve worked at the carnival, huh
Gun smoke, you tweak with gang, gun show
All my niggas for none, keep big guns with drums, boom
Get smoked, hit his face, his throat
Got blood over my clothes, body bag zipped, though
All these niggas wanna be me 
They say Im in it, Im on TV 
But I gotta ride with big thirties 
The opps think they gonna murk me
Want war, these fuck niggas want war
I catch you at the corner store
Im one up with the score 
Red dot, headshot, feds hot
Watchin his spot cause I dropped his ass on the block, boom
Congos, dirty bopper, drumroll
The wild boy jungle
Killin your parents, where your mom go? Boom
Convo, no time for the convo
We smokin on jungle, in the condo countin hunchos 
Congos, them guns sound like congos
My jits do this for fun, ho
And they love lettin guns blow
Huh, congos, she twerk it to the congos
God, yall some broke boys
Shouldve worked at the carnival
Huh, congos, them guns sound like congos
My jits do this for fun, ho
And they love lettin guns blow
Huh, congos, she twerk it to the congos
God, yall some broke boys
Shouldve worked at the carnival
Huh, carnival, shouldve worked at the carnival
You aint getting no bucks, boy
Shouldve worked at the carnival, huh