Lower Ballout (Ft. Chief Keef)
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[Intro: Chief Keef]
Turbo
Start set trippin', blood
He-Ha-Ha (On BD)
Ayy, Ball, he gon' keep to engine with the adlibs, nigga
Yeah, let's get it
Yeah, let's get it (Turbo On The Track)
Bitch
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
[Verse 1: Ballout]
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
Turbo
Start set trippin', blood
He-Ha-Ha (On BD)
Ayy, Ball, he gon' keep to engine with the adlibs, nigga
Yeah, let's get it
Yeah, let's get it (Turbo On The Track)
Bitch
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
[Verse 1: Ballout]
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
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