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, y'all some broke boys
Should've 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, y'all some broke boys
Should've worked at the carnival
Huh, carnival, should've worked at the carnival
You ain't getting no bucks, boy
Should've worked at the carnival, huh

I ain't never snitched in my life
F*ck with me, you know you gon' die (Huh)
It's 300 of us and know we gon' ride
Used to tote pistols and you know we don't fight
Why everybody wanna be me?
And all these boys wanna work for Chief Keef (Huh)
In each one of the opps, I see me
I swear each one of the opps wan' be me (Huh)
This **** f*cked up at an all-time high
Mouse said, "Don't get smoked," well b*tch, don't get fried
Squad, we everywhere and we don't get tried
Sucking my d*ck, don't talk, give top (Huh)
Opp b*tches low-key love Chief Keef
These opp b*tches low-key love GB (Huh)
I'm getting tree-tree, getting head by KeKe (Huh)
Thirty in my ding-ding, think it's a drill, b*tch, ding ding (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, y'all some broke boys
Should've 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, y'all some broke boys
Should've worked at the carnival
Huh, carnival, should've worked at the carnival
You ain't getting no bucks, boy
Should've worked at the carnival, huh

Gun smoke, you tweak with gang, gun show
All my n*ggas 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 n*ggas wanna be me (Be me)
They say I'm in it, I'm on TV (TV)
But I gotta ride with big thirties (Thirties)
The opps think they gonna murk me
Want war, these f*ck n*ggas want war
I catch you at the corner store
I'm one up with the score (Baow)
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 (Them racks)

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, y'all some broke boys
Should've 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, y'all some broke boys
Should've worked at the carnival
Huh, carnival, should've worked at the carnival
You ain't getting no bucks, boy
Should've worked at the carnival, huh