Chief Keef - Video Shoot
Chicago rap pioneer Chief Keef returns with the new track “Video Shoot,” delivering a gritty and energetic record that reflects the raw style that made him one of the most influential figures in modern drill music. Released in 2026, the song continues Keef’s streak of street-focused releases while reminding listeners of the sound that helped shape Chicago’s drill movement.
Known for his distinctive flow and unapologetic delivery, Chief Keef once again taps into the dark, bass-heavy atmosphere that has defined much of his catalog.
A Return to Drill Energy
“Video Shoot” captures the aggressive energy associated with Chicago drill. The track features booming 808s, sharp hi-hats, and a haunting instrumental that provides the perfect backdrop for Keef’s commanding vocal delivery.
The song’s production leans into the minimalistic style often found in drill music, allowing the focus to remain on Keef’s presence and straightforward lyrical approach.
Chief Keef’s Signature Style
Since emerging in the early 2010s, Chief Keef has built a reputation for pioneering a sound that influenced countless artists across hip-hop. On “Video Shoot,” he sticks to the formula that helped define his career, short, punchy bars delivered with confidence over dark, hard-hitting beats.
His laid-back yet menacing flow gives the track a hypnotic quality, making it instantly recognizable as a Chief Keef record.
Visual Energy and Street Aesthetic
The title “Video Shoot” hints at the lifestyle and visuals that often accompany drill music. The track reflects the high-energy atmosphere surrounding music video sets, street culture, and the behind-the-scenes moments that shape hip-hop imagery.
Keef’s lyrics and delivery reinforce the larger-than-life persona that has been central to his identity since the beginning of his career.
Continuing an Influential Legacy
More than a decade after his breakout success, Chief Keef remains a major influence in hip-hop. Many of today’s drill artists credit him as a pioneer who helped bring Chicago’s sound to the global stage.
“Video Shoot” shows that the rapper is still capable of delivering the gritty style that fans expect while maintaining the authenticity that made him a cult icon in the genre.
Lyrics
[Intro: ian]
Hey
[Verse 1: ian]
"ian, wake yo' ass up, always smokin' weed"
I was late to my last show 'cause I was smokin' weed
I just caught a flight and woke up eatin' new cuisine
Spent time with a five and turned that bitch to a Hadid
[Chorus: ian]
Plane back to Cali', I need gas at my doorstep
Boy run his mouth, I'm runnin' straight to his ho crib (Bitch)
I could give a goddamn who you roll with
I'm O.T. 'cause ain't no Winfrey, shoutout Oprah
Had to leave you quick, this freaky bitch kept tryna feel me
Always chattin' shit, boy, you worse than Wendy Williams
Tried of all these sorry hoes always tellin' sob story
Get up off my couch and get a motherfuckin' job, shorty
[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
S-s-so much mud in my cup, bitch, I'd prolly leave a stain
Should've bought some real estate, my dumbass bought a chain
Ridin' with my killers, bitch, we make you feel somе pain
So damn high, a nigga startin' to talk like Johnny Dang
Baby, Sosa always want the colors with some wings
That's why I go up and sеt that Lambo' on them things
Run up on the gang, we take your bitch-ass to the range
Send you to the sky, you're just not goin' on a plane
Nigga, I don't know you, I don't wanna shake your hand
Life give you lemons, make a lemonade stand
Money over bitches, nigga, we only chasin' bands
Three things I won't take: shit, pussy, and a stan
See me in the hood, I'll probably sell your ass a kilo
And when I was broke, bitches still was droppin' steelo
On a Lamborghini yacht, ho, I ain't settlin' for a speedboat
Bought my cars cash, so them bitches can't get repo'd
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[Chorus: ian]
Plane back to Cali', I need gas at my doorstep
Boy run his mouth, I'm runnin' straight to his ho crib (Bitch)
I could give a goddamn who you roll with
I'm O.T. 'cause ain't no Winfrey, shoutout Oprah
Had to leave you quick, this freaky bitch kept tryna feel me
Always chattin' shit, boy, you worse than Wendy Williams
Tried of all these sorry hoes always tellin' sob story
Get up off my couch and get a motherfuckin' job, shorty
[Verse 3: ian]
'16 Westbrook, you're cool, but your team suck
Ran up four million in a plain fuckin' T-shirt
I could take your ass to school, get to teachin'
No, I don't remember what you told me, I was geeked, bitch
Boy, you gettin' way too old for a finsta
Ho straight from 90210, she don't get nothin'
Throwed off a different type of dope, I don't feel nothin'
I could probably pay for your whole bowl with a fit pic'
Treat the 'Rari like a motherfuckin' RipStik
She treat the Molly like it's motherfuckin' candy
I could walk a mile in them sorry-ass sandals
It's paper on the ground, tell me, why the hell I stand up?
[Outro: ian]
On God
