1 Ballout (Ft. Chief Keef & Tadoe)
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[Intro]
(Ayy, Manzo, we got a hit, boy)
(Ooh, B-Bighead on the beat)
[Verse 1: Ballout]
Fifteen hunnid for my fans
Lil three thousands just bought me twins
Ride in a Hellcat, fuck that Benz
Tryna fuck this bitch and her friend
I just left Saks and spent ten
Tonight I'ma pick up a backend
Bout to take a flight to Japan
Foenem gon' let me know when they land
[Verse 2: Tadoe]
We loyal bros, all my niggas wit' it, we stick to the code
Get exposed, come back on his block, I'm takin' niggas poles
Niggas ho's, actin' like they real, but niggas told
Get up in that jam for real, I swear to God, these niggas fold
We from the slums, ain't no one on ones, you mеntion Lolo son
Go grab a gun, you tryna battle sumn', we put you by the sun, wе ain't for none
Hole in his head like a dolphin but in a spiral act
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 games with 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 bitch right at his face and give the devil shock
Niggas out here playin' police games like they rental cops
(Ayy, Manzo, we got a hit, boy)
(Ooh, B-Bighead on the beat)
[Verse 1: Ballout]
Fifteen hunnid for my fans
Lil three thousands just bought me twins
Ride in a Hellcat, fuck that Benz
Tryna fuck this bitch and her friend
I just left Saks and spent ten
Tonight I'ma pick up a backend
Bout to take a flight to Japan
Foenem gon' let me know when they land
[Verse 2: Tadoe]
We loyal bros, all my niggas wit' it, we stick to the code
Get exposed, come back on his block, I'm takin' niggas poles
Niggas ho's, actin' like they real, but niggas told
Get up in that jam for real, I swear to God, these niggas fold
We from the slums, ain't no one on ones, you mеntion Lolo son
Go grab a gun, you tryna battle sumn', we put you by the sun, wе ain't for none
Hole in his head like a dolphin but in a spiral act
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 games with 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 bitch right at his face and give the devil shock
Niggas out here playin' police games like they rental cops
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