Chief Keef, Ballout - Lower lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef, Ballout - Lower lyrics]
Turbo start set trippin', blood
He-Ha-Ha ayy, Ball
Yeah, let's get it
Yeah, let's get it (Turbo On The Track)
Btich ayy, O'Block
Ayy, 300 (Phew) ball (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, actually, let's get it
On Foe'nem, Ball come in with your verse
(Let's get it)
We don't need to do no chorus
Come straight in with the verse
(Catch up, catch up) ayy, catch up
Ayy, catch up ayy, catch up
From Starter jackets to Gucci
From Air Force 1's to Louie
My charm icy like Boosie
Bitches throwing me coochie
Riding round' with my shooters, Robin Jeans
I'm Buddah pouring lean I'm blue though
9-11 the two door fire red like Rudolf
Imma' wrap this hoe blue though
Moving more than U Haul
You ain't real if you talk
That's why they call me Ball
Cause' all I know is Ball
Stacking hundreds' in the wall
Spent a hundred at the mall
Paid a hundred for the car
Look like a walking lick
But I'm a walking dog nigga I'll box you off
I ain't Young Jeezy I ain't swapping shit out
Pull the sticks out, hollows hit scalps
I could show you the real definition of Lean
Definition of scheme
Pull up choppa waving out the back window
Leave a nigga with dreams
I could show the define of spending G's
The very least
All the bad bitches up in the strip club
Subtract this cheese
I got bands so I just spent
10 thousand on a coat
And the feds asking questions but
I don't really know
I just wanna count paychecks
And smoke this dope
Even though I real high, my choppa real low
In the Louie store, getting
Sized Foreign car, getting high
Bakery, getting pie Look up, I'm in the sky
Off the two, energized Big shells
Get minimized weight the steel
Exercise She suck me now I'm paralyzed
Counting racks in bed, I'm finna' get a sled
Got a bam bam in the car
Finna' turn a nigga Fred
Take your name up off the lease
Hit that bitch with a shred
Like eeny meeny-miney mo
Click clack cause Simon said
Heads down, thumbs up Time to play 7-UP
Lil Folks got a 7 tucked
Don't arrest the messenger
Riding with that Duck Duck Goose
It's musical chairs in this top notch Coupe
No scoop
I could show you the real definition of Lean
Definition of Scheming
Pull up choppa waving out the back window
Leave a nigga with dreams
I could show the define of spending G's
The very least
All the bad bitches up in the strip club
Subtract this cheese
I got bands so I just spent
10 thousand on a coat
And the feds asking questions but
I don't really know
I just wanna count paychecks
And smoke this dope
Even though I real high, my choppa real low
He-Ha-Ha ayy, Ball
Yeah, let's get it
Yeah, let's get it (Turbo On The Track)
Btich ayy, O'Block
Ayy, 300 (Phew) ball (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, actually, let's get it
On Foe'nem, Ball come in with your verse
(Let's get it)
We don't need to do no chorus
Come straight in with the verse
(Catch up, catch up) ayy, catch up
Ayy, catch up ayy, catch up
From Starter jackets to Gucci
From Air Force 1's to Louie
My charm icy like Boosie
Bitches throwing me coochie
Riding round' with my shooters, Robin Jeans
I'm Buddah pouring lean I'm blue though
9-11 the two door fire red like Rudolf
Imma' wrap this hoe blue though
Moving more than U Haul
You ain't real if you talk
That's why they call me Ball
Cause' all I know is Ball
Stacking hundreds' in the wall
Spent a hundred at the mall
Paid a hundred for the car
Look like a walking lick
But I'm a walking dog nigga I'll box you off
I ain't Young Jeezy I ain't swapping shit out
Pull the sticks out, hollows hit scalps
I could show you the real definition of Lean
Definition of scheme
Pull up choppa waving out the back window
Leave a nigga with dreams
I could show the define of spending G's
The very least
All the bad bitches up in the strip club
Subtract this cheese
I got bands so I just spent
10 thousand on a coat
And the feds asking questions but
I don't really know
I just wanna count paychecks
And smoke this dope
Even though I real high, my choppa real low
In the Louie store, getting
Sized Foreign car, getting high
Bakery, getting pie Look up, I'm in the sky
Off the two, energized Big shells
Get minimized weight the steel
Exercise She suck me now I'm paralyzed
Counting racks in bed, I'm finna' get a sled
Got a bam bam in the car
Finna' turn a nigga Fred
Take your name up off the lease
Hit that bitch with a shred
Like eeny meeny-miney mo
Click clack cause Simon said
Heads down, thumbs up Time to play 7-UP
Lil Folks got a 7 tucked
Don't arrest the messenger
Riding with that Duck Duck Goose
It's musical chairs in this top notch Coupe
No scoop
I could show you the real definition of Lean
Definition of Scheming
Pull up choppa waving out the back window
Leave a nigga with dreams
I could show the define of spending G's
The very least
All the bad bitches up in the strip club
Subtract this cheese
I got bands so I just spent
10 thousand on a coat
And the feds asking questions but
I don't really know
I just wanna count paychecks
And smoke this dope
Even though I real high, my choppa real low