Chief Keef, Ballout - Make You Run lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef, Ballout - Make You Run lyrics]
Otto ball
GBE baby let's get it
Look at 'em sosa on the beat
Ftftft, beep, beep, beep go, go, go
Sosa on the beat
I'ma Glo man, I'ma sun (Ball)
Ridin' 'round fully loaded, fully armed
(Loaded) i don't trust these niggas
They look like bums (Look at 'em)
About my bread, I need every crumb
(Need cash)
I'm searchin' through the cash throwing ones
(Searchin')
Gucci shirt, Balmains, white ones (Gucci)
223 hold a hundred and two drums
Pull up on your block, make you run
I got dope money, I got bond (Racks, nigga)
I'ma hood nigga, I got funds (Bands)
Old school, be like a drum (Skrrt)
I got property, I got farms (Gas)
I walk up in the club lookin' like it
(Lookin' like it)
I walk up in the section, bitches dykin'
(Bitches freaky) i'm in VIP with my ice on
(With my ice on, burr)
I don't give a fuck, I want the lights on
(Want the fuckin' lights on)
In a Hellcat roarin' super charge
(Super charge, new shit)
I got cash, I don't do cards (Cash money)
I like rollin', I don't do the bars (Rollin')
In that new truck, I don't do cars (Skrrt)
I'ma Glo man, I'ma sun (Ball)
Ridin' 'round fully loaded, fully armed
(Loaded) i don't trust these niggas
They look like bums (Look at 'em)
About my bread, I need every crumb
(Need cash)
I'm searchin' through the cash throwing ones
(Searchin')
Gucci shirt, Balmains, white ones (Gucci)
223 hold a hundred and two drums
Pull up on your block, make you run
Is it just me or do I smell pussy? (Huh?)
Big jock on me like do I smell rookie
(Bang, bang)
Let off one shot like "You wanna hear fifty?"
I got football money, big lumps, big titties
(Beep) ballin' so hard
Turned my house into gymnasium (yeah)
Loud music, loud packs, it's a stadium (Dope)
She wanna give me box
But I only want the cranium (Top)
Little boy, click clack, wah wah
I'ma baby him (Bang, bang)
Pull up, still in ghost mode
Ridin' Rocky Road (yeah)
Bitch up in the passenger "Who that?"
"I don't know"
Cash up in my front pocket, left, right
Rolls (Beep, beep)
Don't come with you soldiers
Talkin' 'bout left, right, blow
I'ma Glo man, I'ma sun (Ball)
Ridin' 'round fully loaded, fully armed
(Loaded) i don't trust these niggas
They look like bums (Look at 'em)
About my bread, I need every crumb
(Need cash)
I'm searchin' through the cash throwing ones
(Searchin')
Gucci shirt, Balmains, white ones (Gucci)
223 hold a hundred and two drums
Pull up on your block, make you run otto
I'ma Glo man, I'ma sun (Ball)
Ridin' 'round fully loaded, fully armed
(Loaded) i don't trust these niggas
They look like bums (Look at 'em)
About my bread, I need every crumb
(Need cash)
I'm searchin' through the cash throwing ones
(Searchin')
Gucci shirt, Balmains, white ones (Gucci)
223 hold a hundred and two drums
Pull up on your block, make you run otto
GBE baby let's get it
Look at 'em sosa on the beat
Ftftft, beep, beep, beep go, go, go
Sosa on the beat
I'ma Glo man, I'ma sun (Ball)
Ridin' 'round fully loaded, fully armed
(Loaded) i don't trust these niggas
They look like bums (Look at 'em)
About my bread, I need every crumb
(Need cash)
I'm searchin' through the cash throwing ones
(Searchin')
Gucci shirt, Balmains, white ones (Gucci)
223 hold a hundred and two drums
Pull up on your block, make you run
I got dope money, I got bond (Racks, nigga)
I'ma hood nigga, I got funds (Bands)
Old school, be like a drum (Skrrt)
I got property, I got farms (Gas)
I walk up in the club lookin' like it
(Lookin' like it)
I walk up in the section, bitches dykin'
(Bitches freaky) i'm in VIP with my ice on
(With my ice on, burr)
I don't give a fuck, I want the lights on
(Want the fuckin' lights on)
In a Hellcat roarin' super charge
(Super charge, new shit)
I got cash, I don't do cards (Cash money)
I like rollin', I don't do the bars (Rollin')
In that new truck, I don't do cars (Skrrt)
I'ma Glo man, I'ma sun (Ball)
Ridin' 'round fully loaded, fully armed
(Loaded) i don't trust these niggas
They look like bums (Look at 'em)
About my bread, I need every crumb
(Need cash)
I'm searchin' through the cash throwing ones
(Searchin')
Gucci shirt, Balmains, white ones (Gucci)
223 hold a hundred and two drums
Pull up on your block, make you run
Is it just me or do I smell pussy? (Huh?)
Big jock on me like do I smell rookie
(Bang, bang)
Let off one shot like "You wanna hear fifty?"
I got football money, big lumps, big titties
(Beep) ballin' so hard
Turned my house into gymnasium (yeah)
Loud music, loud packs, it's a stadium (Dope)
She wanna give me box
But I only want the cranium (Top)
Little boy, click clack, wah wah
I'ma baby him (Bang, bang)
Pull up, still in ghost mode
Ridin' Rocky Road (yeah)
Bitch up in the passenger "Who that?"
"I don't know"
Cash up in my front pocket, left, right
Rolls (Beep, beep)
Don't come with you soldiers
Talkin' 'bout left, right, blow
I'ma Glo man, I'ma sun (Ball)
Ridin' 'round fully loaded, fully armed
(Loaded) i don't trust these niggas
They look like bums (Look at 'em)
About my bread, I need every crumb
(Need cash)
I'm searchin' through the cash throwing ones
(Searchin')
Gucci shirt, Balmains, white ones (Gucci)
223 hold a hundred and two drums
Pull up on your block, make you run otto
I'ma Glo man, I'ma sun (Ball)
Ridin' 'round fully loaded, fully armed
(Loaded) i don't trust these niggas
They look like bums (Look at 'em)
About my bread, I need every crumb
(Need cash)
I'm searchin' through the cash throwing ones
(Searchin')
Gucci shirt, Balmains, white ones (Gucci)
223 hold a hundred and two drums
Pull up on your block, make you run otto