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I'm Tryna Sleep Video (MV)




Performed By: Chief Keef
From Album: Almighty So 2
Language: English
Length: 3:16
Written by: Keith Cozart
Year: 2024




Chief Keef - I'm Tryna Sleep Lyrics
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(On foenem)
I just made a million last week
Stone brought his merch on Chief
(Foenem Radio, home of the Glory Gang)
It's not a lease
On the rims, trick or treat
It's not a treat
Bitch, I'm tryna sleep
Bitch, I'm tryna sleep (Sos' Baby)

I ain't got cheese? I just made a million last week
Chief my lingo and now my Stone brought his merch on Chief
Leave out the dealer, paper in my hand, it's not a lease
Black and orange Forgiatos on the rims, trick or treat (skrrt-skrrt)
Say she wanna eat me, told that bitch, "My dick is not a treat" (no)
Bitch loud as truck, my dick said, "Shut up, bitch, I'm tryna sleep"
In the Hellcat, I told her, "Shut up, bitch, I'm tryna creep"
I'm from the hood where we sendin' shots right down the street
I'm from the hood, we don't use cars, we use feet
Welcome to the streets where if niggas can't fight, they use heat
Wet a boy down, it's gon' be you and not we
Welcome to the streets, it can cost your life, it's not cheap
Told that bitch, "Give me fifty percent, I'll turn you up"
I was lookin' for a boss, baby, and there you was
Bae do whatever I say, that's my kind of love (go)
When I first met the bankroll, I said, "I'm in love" (go)
Go
Roll the gross up
I'ma lift my doors up
Go, go

It's a new opp pack every time we roll the gross up (go)
I'll pull up to the hood and have them lift my doors up (skrrt)
You can throw your f*ckin' salt, I'll still get bread like cold cuts
Catch your ass up at the Moncler, then we'll give you cold cuts
I'll pull up in the Maybach, make my bitch the chauffeur (skrrt)
Ah, bitch, it's ten years later, they still lovin' Sosa
Pussy, is you with the feds? F*ck you takin' notes for?
I forgot I'm the teacher, nigga, you should've said somethin'
You's a mother f*ckin' deer and foenem out here head huntin'
Nigga said he f*cked my bitch, I told his dumb ass, "Which one?"
Nigga played with the Wock' and now his dumb ass redrum
I'm so motherf*ckin' GOATed, I should have a TED Talk
Nigga pulled up to the TED Talk, we made him spin off
Nigga laughed, now he cryin', made him wipe his grin off
Nigga, it's hot as f*ck outside, you know I'll let my fan off
Pussy, and if you get skinned, dog, it knock you dread off
Baby, we be breaking laws, we never had an in-law
Nigga fronted me some crack, I used my legs and ran off
Fast as Usain Bolt how that nigga ran off
I got enough money to buy some shit to have a stand off (hell yeah)
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(On foenem)
I just made a million last week
Stone brought his merch on Chief
(Foenem Radio, home of the Glory Gang)
It's not a lease
On the rims, trick or treat
It's not a treat
Bitch, I'm tryna sleep
Bitch, I'm tryna sleep (Sos' Baby)

I ain't got cheese? I just made a million last week
Chief my lingo and now my Stone brought his merch on Chief
Leave out the dealer, paper in my hand, it's not a lease
Black and orange Forgiatos on the rims, trick or treat (skrrt-skrrt)
Say she wanna eat me, told that bitch, "My dick is not a treat" (no)
Bitch loud as truck, my dick said, "Shut up, bitch, I'm tryna sleep"
In the Hellcat, I told her, "Shut up, bitch, I'm tryna creep"
I'm from the hood where we sendin' shots right down the street
I'm from the hood, we don't use cars, we use feet
Welcome to the streets where if niggas can't fight, they use heat
Wet a boy down, it's gon' be you and not we
Welcome to the streets, it can cost your life, it's not cheap
Told that bitch, "Give me fifty percent, I'll turn you up"
I was lookin' for a boss, baby, and there you was
Bae do whatever I say, that's my kind of love (go)
When I first met the bankroll, I said, "I'm in love" (go)
Go
Roll the gross up
I'ma lift my doors up
Go, go

It's a new opp pack every time we roll the gross up (go)
I'll pull up to the hood and have them lift my doors up (skrrt)
You can throw your f*ckin' salt, I'll still get bread like cold cuts
Catch your ass up at the Moncler, then we'll give you cold cuts
I'll pull up in the Maybach, make my bitch the chauffeur (skrrt)
Ah, bitch, it's ten years later, they still lovin' Sosa
Pussy, is you with the feds? F*ck you takin' notes for?
I forgot I'm the teacher, nigga, you should've said somethin'
You's a mother f*ckin' deer and foenem out here head huntin'
Nigga said he f*cked my bitch, I told his dumb ass, "Which one?"
Nigga played with the Wock' and now his dumb ass redrum
I'm so motherf*ckin' GOATed, I should have a TED Talk
Nigga pulled up to the TED Talk, we made him spin off
Nigga laughed, now he cryin', made him wipe his grin off
Nigga, it's hot as f*ck outside, you know I'll let my fan off
Pussy, and if you get skinned, dog, it knock you dread off
Baby, we be breaking laws, we never had an in-law
Nigga fronted me some crack, I used my legs and ran off
Fast as Usain Bolt how that nigga ran off
I got enough money to buy some shit to have a stand off (hell yeah)
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Writer: Keith Cozart
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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