lirik lagu ballout – 1
[intro]
(ayy, manzo, we got a hit, boy)
(ooh, b~bighead on the beat)
[verse 1: ballout]
fifteen hunnid for my fans
[?] just bought me twins
ride in a h~llcat, f~ck that benz
tryna f~ck this b~tch and her friend
i just left saks and spent ten
tonight i’ma pick up a backend
bout to take a flight to j~pan
foenem gon’ let me know when they land
[verse 2: tadoe]
we loyal bros, all my n~ggas wit’ it, we stick to the code
get exposed, come back on his block, i’m takin’ n~ggas poles
n~ggas ho’s, actin’ like they real, but n~ggas told
get up in that jam for real, i swear to god, these n~ggas fold
we from the slums, ain’t no one on ones, you mеt your [?]
go grab a gun, you tryna battle sumn’, we put you by the sun
wе can’t feel nun
hole in his head like a dolphin [?]
we can get it poppin’, get it bussin’ like a pimple spot
found out where you stay the same day, like, how that info drop?
plan on [?] gang, that’s the way get yo’ kinfolk shot
i say, i say, i hit the mall and spend a thirty, you just window shop
slide down his block the wrong way, get a window shot
aim this b~tch right at his face and give the devil shock
n~ggas out here playin’ police games like they rental cops
[verse 3: chief keef]
crack a seal, i was out there posted up, by that field
say it’s smoke, you can get your body zipped, vacuum sealed
all these diamonds, get your diamond tester, b~tch, you know it’s real
foenem caught an opp, touchdown [?]
all this f~ckin’ steel sosa king, i’m the man of steel
i just bought the whole amiri store, b~tch, i used to steal
i was bad as h~ll, we was in the trap, poppin’ pills
i just poured a twelve, turn yo’ goofy down, you grown as h~ll
used to jump the l, now i’m rollin’ up jumbo l’s
[?] tell me sumn, we gon’ throw yo’ ass in front of a train
[?] turn yo’ block into a gun range
50, 60k, that ain’t nothin’ but some chump change
ridin’ in that truck, went so fast, it made me drop my cup
got my first glock, i was thirsty as f~ck to drop a opp
please don’t hit this block, ’cause i’m thirsty as f~ck to pop yo’ top
you don’t get the picture, send my brother to come and crop yo’ top
[verse 4: ballout, tadoe & chief keef]
n~gga, f~ck my opps
n~ggas ain’t outside, n~ggas ain’t even on they block
i’m ridin’, thirty in the charger, fifty in the glock
hunnid p’s in the truck, fifty in the spot
we gon’ run yo’ bail, we gon’ send packs through mail
all this money in the trap, i count it by the scale
i can’t serve you in the daytime, boy, yo’ ass look twelve
p~ssy, put some bass up in your voice, yo’ ass sound twelve
p~ssy, all these f~ckin’ jewels, i look like a pool
used to live up in the hood, now my neighbor’s jews
if i decide to get more cars, i gotta make some room
p~ssy say he gon’ get wit’ me, n~gga, april fools
[outro: chief keef]
okay, okay
nah, it’s over wit’ though
it’s over wit’, it’s over wit’
ayy, nah, keep that
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