Ballout - Reload lyrics

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Ballout - Reload lyrics

[Intro: Ballout] Oooooo, what the f**? This b**h made my spill my muhf**ing cup! [Verse 1: Chief Keef] [?], stuff it Half ounce, f** it This track b**h, you love it Already f**ing That ain't straight drop, that's Tussin That fake ice, tuck it 'Cause this bling on me bussing Believe that, trust it [Verse 2: Tadoe] Balling real hard, I ain't hooping n***a Bought a lil b**h, I ain't Cupid n***a I get getting money, getting stupid figures Got your gun but you ain't shooting n***a Hit a n***a pockets like a goofy, n***a Blue Robbin's jeans with the Ruger, n***a Just copped a Porsche, real [?] n***a Hit a few blocks acting foolish n***a Smoking on the dope, got a toolie with us Smoking on the thoinks, got a cutie with us All my n***as solid, no fruity n***as And I'm getting quap, still shooting n***as Shawty bounce her a** like I'm Juvie n***a Shawty bounce her a** like I'm Juvie n***a In this b**h, we gon' make a movie n***a In this b**h, we gon' make a movie n***a [Verse 3: Chief Keef] n***as steady talking that tough sh** Me and gang be on that f** sh** This car I'm whipping be on that rough sh** Kentucky Derby, we on that dust sh** You want something n***a, meet me at the function Don't make your b**h meet me at the dungeon All this muhf**ing designer on me f** around, thought I was up in London Drive the car like it's muhf**ing stuntman Shoot the ball like I'm muhf**ing Kobe Shoot the pistol like I'm muhf**ing Odee Ice on me got me colder than a polar And the dope got me higher than a solar In that thang, switching lanes like a bowler Crack the window, the damn choppa go aroma In on [?] skating, call me Homer [Verse 4: Ballout] Top of the roof, have my gang hoe Just f**ed yo b**h, kicked yo b**h out Just took me a [?] It ain't even been an hour Counting this money up Know I had to run it up Hopped out to get some cups Hellcat, still [?] [Verse 5: Tadoe] Hellcat and just copped new jeans Real [?] Trap spot got like two or three Hit my phone if you need a few P's In the strip club serving QP's New jeans cost me 'bout two keys Beep the ranch sauce, smoke the blue cheese Beep the ranch sauce, smoke the blue cheese [Verse 6: Chief Keef]

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