Reload Lyrics - Ballout

[Intro: Ballout] 

Ooooooh, what the fuck? 

This bitch made my spill my muhfucking cup! 

[Verse 1: Chief Keef] 

Take it out, stuff it 

Half ounce, fuck it 

This track bitch, you love it 

Already fucking 

That ain't straight drop, that's Tussin 

That fake ice, tuck it 

'Cause this bling on me bussing 

Believe that, trust it 

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[Verse 2: Tadoe] 

Balling real hard, I ain't hooping nigga 

Bought a lil bitch, I ain't Cupid nigga 

I get money, get stupid figures 

Got your gun but you ain't shooting nigga 

Hit a nigga pockets like a goofy, nigga 

Blue Robbin's jeans with the Ruger, nigga 

Just copped a Porsche, real [?] nigga 

Hit a few blocks acting foolish nigga 

Smoking on the dope, got a toolie with us 

Smoking on the thoinks, got a cutie with us 

All my niggas solid, no fruity niggas 

And I'm getting quap, still shooting niggas 

Shawty bounce her ass like I'm Juvie nigga 

Shawty bounce her ass like I'm Juvie nigga 

In this bitch, we gon' make a movie nigga 

In this bitch, we gon' make a movie nigga 

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[Verse 3: Chief Keef] 

Niggas steady talking that tough shit 

Me and gang be on that fuck shit 

This car I'm whipping be on that rough shit 

Kentucky Derby, we on that dust shit 

You want something nigga, meet me at the function 

Don't make your bitch meet me at the dungeon 

All this muhfucking designer on me 

Fuck around, thought I was up in London 

Drive the car like it's muhfucking stuntman 

Shoot the ball like I'm muhfucking Kobe 

Shoot the pistol like I'm muhfucking 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 fucked yo bitch, kicked yo bitch out 

Just took me a quick shower 

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 running bruh 

[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]