Ballout, Chief Keef - Back Too Back lyrics

Countin' on a bankroll
(GGP, it’s in the game) wrist out the window
Countin' benjamins balmain pants on
Guccis on my feet sK for the rat tat
You don't be where I be
I’m fresh as fuck, back, back

Countin' on a bankroll (Yah)
Smokin' stupid dope (Doo)
Countin' benjamins (Bitch)
Ridin' with a whole loaf (Skrr)
Guccis on my feet (Skrr, skrr)
LV, now you flee (Gucci, Louis)
You don't be where I be (Gucci)
You ain't seen what I seen (Nah, nah)

Burberry trench coat (Huh?)
Wrist out the window (Bling)
Smokin' on this endo
Balmain pants on (Let’s get it)
Fendi for the backpack (Catch up)
SK for the rat tat (Catch up)
A bitch with me, ass fat
(Sos’ baby, GBE baby)
I'm fresh as fuck, back, back

Walk in the store, smelling’ like dope (Dope)
Big choppers, no Mexico (Huh)
On shells, no Texacos (Bang, bang)
You wear the fakest clothes
You got on fake Margielas (Yah)
That ain't my business doe (Bitch)
I'm ballin', I pick and roll (Switch, switch)
In the club I’m pickin' hoes
Strip club, avalanche (Sos' baby)
Stack ones, and make 'em fall (Yah)
Ten grand, ten make 'em tall (Yah)
They need to make me a ball (Bang)
My life can't be fabricated (True)
'Cause I want it all (True, true)
My jersey, I want a small (Gucci)
I wanna lion not a dog (True)

Countin' on a bankroll (Yah)
Smokin' stupid dope (Doo)
Countin' benjamins (Bitch)
Ridin' with a whole loaf (Skrr)
Guccis on my feet (Skrr, skrr)
LV, now you flee (Gucci, Louis)
You don't be where I be (Gucci)
You ain't seen what I seen (Nah, nah)

Burberry trench coat (Huh?)
Wrist out the window (Bling)
Smokin' on this endo
Balmain pants on (Let's get it)
Fendi for the backpack (Catch up)
SK for the rat tat (Catch up)
A bitch with me, ass fat
(Sos' baby, GBE baby)
I'm fresh as fuck, back, back

Eleven county, yeah, yeah, we legal
(Dope, dope)
Fake Balmains, yeah, yeah, I see you
(Let's get it)
I'm rollin' dope, yeah, yeah, no needle
(Huh?, let's get it)
I'm pouring six, six, sixes, yeah, I'm evil
(Lean, lean)
Throw on this Louis, yeah, yeah, I'm ready
(Louis, Louis)
Don't become noodles, yeah, yeah, spaghetti
(Bang, bang, let's get it)
What's in this Gucci, yeah, yeah, it's Fetti
(Gucci, Gucci)
And these LV moon boots, they are heavy
(Catch up, catch up) let's get it, let's go

Countin' on a bankroll smokin' stupid dope
Countin' benjamins ridin' with a whole loaf
Guccis on my feet lV, now you flee
You don't be where I be
You ain't seen what I seen

Burberry trench coat (Huh?)
Wrist out the window (Lean)
Smokin' on this endo
Balmain pants on (Let's get it)
Fendi for the backpack (Catch up)
SK for the rat tat (Catch up)
A bitch with me, ass fat
I'm fresh as fuck, back, back

Ballout
My bitch knows that my wrist frozen (Huh)
My racks pourin', let a nigga check
My gun blowin' (Louis, huh)
Work so hard my chain glowin'
(Bang, bang, bang)
In the club, my chain showin'
High speed chase, forewarnin' (Gucci, Gucci)
Road to riches, globe tourin'
Back to back, both foreign
(Catch it up, catch it up, catch it up)

Countin' on a bankroll (Yah)
Smokin' stupid dope (Doo)
Countin' benjamins (Bitch)
Ridin' with a whole loaf (Skrr)
Guccis on my feet (Skrr, skrr)
LV, now you flee (Gucci, Louis)
You don't be where I be (Gucci)
You ain't seen what I seen (Nah, nah)

Burberry trench coat (Huh?)
Wrist out the window (Lean)
Smokin' on this endo
Balmain pants on (Let's get it)
Fendi for the backpack (Catch up)
SK for the rat tat (Catch up)
A bitch with me, ass fat
I'm fresh as fuck, back, back