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Talking Ish (With Ballout)

Chief Keef

Skeletor


I know niggas plottin', I know they want me
but that hammer on me
When I go to bed, when I go to sleep
got that gun in the sheet
Or I got me a bitch or got me some money
either three of the three
She say she wan' eat, so I up my meat
said, "Bon appétit" (Bon appétit)
You don't fuck with me
you don't fuck with me, that's what it's gon' be
I come from the trenches
I had to get paid, ain't nothin' for free
Chopper from Greece, make your bitch ass
go jump in the creek
I'm drivin' this bitch with my phone
we talkin' a car with no key
I hop in the V, go to the stu' and go drop me a V
This bitch talkin' to us, she talkin' to you
she talkin' to me
I had fifteen blunts today, bae, you should see what I see
I see pigeons in a hеrd, I see flyin' sheep
You talk on the beef, you talkin' to me
but talk is too cheap
You snеak dissin' me to her and he, but we gonna see
Hit that bitch with a du-du-du-du-du
du-du-du-du-du, she be like, "Aw, shit"
Hit his ass with a du-du-du-du-du
du-du-du-du-du, he tryna talk shit
Ballout gon' pull up and pop your ass
like a balloon, nigga (Like a balloon)
I'm in the Maybach, I'm ridin' it
ike it's a broom, nigga (It's a broom, vroom)
Get this shit clear when a elephant up
in the room, nigga (Up in the room)
And I got 45 Glock, it's next to the shrooms, nigga
(Next to the shrooms)
Leave your bitch ass bloody red
we leave you maroon, nigga (Leave you maroon)
Doon-doon-doon-doon-doon
we makin' it home, nigga (Makin' it home, doo-doo-doo-doo)
I was just rollin' the pack up
we call it the strong, nigga (Call it the strong)
Get in the kitchen, get your ass off of the phone, nigga
I always wished that the money and me had a bond, nigga
If you ain't never quit, you would've won, nigga
(You would've won)
You want the bitch? I'm sellin' her
send me the funds, nigga (Send me the funds)
Feelin' a way about it, then go get your gun, nigga
(Go get your gun)
Ayy, I fell in love with bein' rich (Rich)
With a rich bitch, how she rich? She don't ask me for shit
Told my lil' cousin don't ask me for shit
We used to see how high we could get (High we could get)
Used to go and buy me a split (Huh?)
You might see me out sellin' the shit (Sellin' the shit)
When my granny was tellin' me shit
I was on some rebellious shit
"Son, why you keep buyin' cars? "
This for Rosa, Harry and 'nem (Harry and 'nem)
Ridin' around with Dutty and 'nem (Huh?)
I don't know no one as scary as him (Scary as him)
Tell that lil' ol' fool just be cool
'fore y'all be buryin' him
Glad I ain't get a job 'cause I hate work
Bitch ate me like dessert, but she ate first
She ate my dick up on the spot, you went on a date first
Naw, I ain't jokin', April Fools, nigga, it's May 1st
Smokin' that gasolina, ridin'
with nina in back of the V-na (Back of the V-na)
Why I didn't show up to court?
I do not know, it's gon' get me subpoenaed
(Get me subpoenaed)
Know she gon' let me freak her
say she don't squirt, she is a creamer (Huh?)
Fifty for a show, fifty for a verse
nigga ain't askin' for neither (Askin' for neither)
I'm in a new spaceship, I'm finna go
and pick up an eater (Pick up an eater)
Bitch thought I was gon' love her
but I'm a demon, I had to leave her (Huh?)
Bitch is a dick pleaser
when she be suckin', she is a teaser
Made me up the nina, up the nina and macarena (Macarena)
I don't want your thot, you can keep her
even though she gon' stop
when she see us (Stop when she see us)
Bad bitch, loaded with racks
I be countin' up guap in the theater
We was up in the theater
I seen a bad bitch and I'm stoppin' to meet her (Huh?)
She took pics in the Rolls
dropped that bitch off, she hopped in a Beetle
Got enough diamonds for leisure
if I go broke, I so happen to need 'em
She know my pockets is greener
she bit the apple, I Adam and Eve'd her
I make her call me daddy
when I be fuckin', I slap and I beat her
Got a lil' bitch in the club
throw 10K when I pop in to see her
Young nigga comin' from nothin'
hop out the Rolls, hop in the Lambo
Then when I hop out a Lambo
hop in the Maybach, call it the limo
And we got sticks like Rambo, bitch
we got guns, never run out of ammo
I could hit any hood and blend in
bitch, you can call me camo
Got LV on my sandal, this ain't no fraud
no, this ain't no scandal
Ridin' around with a fan, think you hot
we blow out your candle
Beat your ass with a whippet
not the small one, the one with the handle
Foenem'll take your life
so never take that shit for granted

White 'Vette, black stripes, ridin' in a zebra
I don't fuck with niggas, you know I'm my brother's keeper
Playin' with my money, pussy, know this shit get deeper
Ridin' through my city, I'm a reaper
Nigga laid up on his back, he a sleeper
Forgiatos color money, color jalapeños
Out in LA ridin' around with a singer
And I'm ridin' 'round with my B's, we'll sting you
I don't love bitches, nigga, you know that I'm a cheater
Since I got the pounds, she think she can smoke the weed up
I ain't even gotta pop out to be G'd up
I pour up in the club, all the hoes know we geeked up
I'm sippin' on lean, styrofoam like a tea cup
Nigga talkin' down, when I'm around, speak up
Ten thousand a month I spend on my speakers
Playin' with my name, nigga, get you a t-shirt
Compositor: Chief Keef

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