Chief Keef - Rawlings lyrics

[Intro: Ballout] Smokes, Glo! Blood Gang Man, All Folks Kno How We Rockin Man Glo Gang or No Gang Man Stupid Blunts Man, Stupid Kush So Motherf**ing High Right Now Man Got All These Eights, Ion Kno Where The f** I'm At Man, Feel Me? All Type Of Whips Outside M6's. All Types Of sh** [Verse 1: Chief Keef] Aye Bally, (Aye Bally) Aye Aye, Pa** Me The Rolls (Pa** Me The Rolls) Aye, So I Can Ball (So I Can Ball) b**hes Already Know That We Ballin (We Ballin Aye) I'm At The Mardi Gras, In New Orleans Choppas Out, Get Them Boys Got Them Dogs Out, They Sniffing Runnin Around Your Kitchen, Where You're Chilling Send My Locksmith At Yo Door Semi Glock Catch Yo Folks See They Glo, We Posted On The Glo Block With Big Ass Poles Brought The Glo Block Out, No Suburbs In My Mansion b**h, You Never Heard Where It's At? You Never Know Try To Follow Me, I'ma Blow I Can Be Driving, Still Got The Pipe Be Driving And I Still Ah Take Your Life Pull Up On Ya b**h I'm Still Taking Flight I'm Off The Tooka And I'm Still Getting High And Higher Aye (Higher) Waiting For The Days To Go By, And Byer Aye Only Thing That Matter Is The Money Aye Wake Up In The Morning Yawning Aye, In The Morning f**ing Hunnits, f**ing Thots f** n***as, f** Up Your Party, Up Your Party Turn It To A Pool Party Almighty You Admiring In My 290 Catch You, Nobody Under Him, Aye, What Is Wrong With Him? (All Or Nothing) Cuz I'm Bipolar When He Shooting, He Be Shooting Extra Tho Have Yo Pipe Up, Catch You, Rawlings n***a We Don't Carry Holsters Riding With A Interlapse, Ain't Got Time For That Chitter Chat f** n***a Try And Rob Me Get Em Back This Choppa Break A n***as Back