Ballout - 149 N 55 lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef] Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy yoon yoon skrt skrt ayy ayy ayy gang ayy skrt dududuh ayy skuduskuh ayy ayy skrt [Verse 1: Chief Keef] Goin' 149 in a 55, you might see me in the sky I be really high Foreign truck, b*tch it ain't nun basic Smoked the whole blunt b*tch said why you facin' ? b*tch you ain't my brother, you can't hit my blunt Looking like that ni**a and I feel like that Puffin flute, saxophone, clarinet Skinny jeans on tryna stop the racks ni**a we don't love these b*tches I ain't goin out in public with these b*tches She su*k me, she su*k you, ooh she vicious All these hoes be actin' like bougie b*tches These hoes can't drive that sh*t too ridiculous Somebody call rob, my watch too ridiculous Young ni**a still on this road of richess This dumb ni**a spend his cash on dope and b*tches [Chorus: Chief Keef] Grandma say I be on too much ridiculousness No computer we'll break a ni**a sh*t No computer we'll fix a ni**a sh*t That go for black john tryna wrip a ni**a sh*t Call Will, we finna hitch that ni**a sh*t I named the truck Ludacris, disturbin' the peace Who you buying pills from? they serving bleach I got a condo on my neck, who wanna live here? We done lost a couple soldiers but we still here In the V10 rollin' like a wheelchair Brick ass ni**a we got steel, fam [Verse 2: Chief Keef] Aye, 2 tone cubs, you might see me in Cuba Frozen 'cause my jewler Them ain't VVS, you got yo necklace from a fooler Aye, they sold you that fooled ya My youngin' nem with it blowin' at the jewler Sippin' a PT cruiser You know my sh*t fast, you think I'm high we be cruising Aye, b*tches jewlin' on the jewlery Goin' to school to be a doctor so I asked her can she cure me 700 horses call Polo ni**a we was lookin' for you, ni**a Marco polo [Chorus: Chief Keef] Grandma say I be on too much ridiculousness No computer we'll break a ni**a sh*t No computer we'll fix a ni**a sh*t That go for black john tryna wrip a ni**a sh*t Call Will, we finna hitch that ni**a sh*t I named the truck Ludacris, disturbin' the peace Who you buying pills from? they serving bleach I got a condo on my neck, who wanna live here? We done lost a couple soldiers but we still here In the V10 rollin' like a wheelchair Brick ass ni**a we got steel, fam [Verse 3: Ballout] New foreigns outside, they ain't leased ni**a say he on his bag, he want me Trap house been in uncle Phil crib ni**a and my momma ain't even livin' here Stuntin' on the commas on a steel chair Pushing old money with a wheelchair Call me Ballout baby, the pill bear On the tour bus and we hit a damn deer Fresh as hell and I ain't goin' in no summer tale ni**a don't get put on a obituary