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ballout - back too back lyrics

[intro: chief keef]
countin’ on a bankroll (ggb, it’s in the game)
wrist out the window
countin’ benjamins
balmain pants on
guccis on my feet
sk for the rat-tat
you don’t be where i be
i’m fresh as f-ck, back, back

[pre-chorus: chief keef]
countin’ on a bankroll (yah)
smokin’ stupid dope (doo)
countin’ benjamins (b-tch)
ridin’ with a whole loaf (skrr)
guccis on my feet (skrr, skrr)
lv, now you flee (gucci, louis)
you don’t be where i be (gucci)
you ain’t seen what i seen (nah, nah)

[chorus: chief keef]
burberry trench coat (huh?)
wrist out the window (bling)
smokin’ on this endo
balmain pants on (let’s get it)
fendi for the backpack (catch up)
sk for the rat-tat (catch up)
a b-tch with me, -ss fat (sos’ baby, gbe baby)
i’m fresh as f-ck, back, back

[verse 1: chief keef]
walk in the store, smelling’ like dope (dope)
big choppers, no mexico (huh)
on sh-lls, no texacos (bang, bang)
you wear the fakest clothes
you got on fake margielas (yah)
that ain’t my business doe (b-tch)
i’m ballin’, i pick and roll (switch, switch)
in the club i’m pickin’ hoes
strip club, avalanche (sos’ baby)
stack ones, and make ’em fall (yah)
ten grand, ten make ’em tall (yah)
they need to make me a ball (bang)
my life can’t be fabricated (true)
’cause i want it all (true, true)
my jersey, i want a small (gucci)
i wanna lion not a dog (true)

[verse 2: chief keef]
eleven county, yeah, yeah, we legal (dope, dope)
fake balmains, yeah, yeah, i see you (let’s get it)
i’m rollin’ dope, yeah, yeah, no needle (huh?, let’s get it)
i’m pouring six, six, sixes, yeah, i’m evil (lean, lean)
throw on this louis, yeah, yeah, i’m ready (louis, louis)
don’t become noodles, yeah, yeah, spaghetti (bang, bang, let’s get it)
what’s in this gucci, yeah, yeah, it’s fetti (gucci, gucci)
and these lv moon boots, they are heavy (catch up, catch up)
let’s get it, let’s go

[pre-chorus: chief keef]
countin’ on a bankroll
smokin’ stupid dope
countin’ benjamins
ridin’ with a whole loaf
guccis on my feet
lv, now you flee
you don’t be where i be
you ain’t seen what i seen

[chorus: chief keef]
burberry trench coat (huh?)
wrist out the window (lean)
smokin’ on this endo
balmain pants on (let’s get it)
fendi for the backpack (catch up)
sk for the rat-tat (catch up)
a b-tch with me, -ss fat
i’m fresh as f-ck, back, back

[verse 3: ballout and chief keef]
ballout
my b-tch knows that my wrist frozen (huh)
my racks pourin’, let a n-gg- check, my gun blowin’ (louis, huh)
work so hard my chain glowin’ (bang, bang, bang)
in the club, my chain showin’
high speed chase, forewarnin’ (gucci, gucci)
road to riches, globe tourin’
back to back, both foreign (catch it up, catch it up, catch it up)

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