Talking Ish (feat. Ballout)

Chief Keef

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    I know niggas plottin'
    I know they want me, but that hammer on me
    When I go to bed, when I go to sleep
    Got the gun in the sheet

    Or I got me a bitch, I got me some money
    Either three of the three
    She say she wan' eat, so I up my meat
    Said bon appétit

    You don't fuck with me, you don't fuck with me
    That what it's gon' be
    I come from the trenches I had to get paid
    Ain't nothin' for free

    Chopper from Greece make your bitch ass go jump in the creek
    I'm drivin' this bitch with my phone, we talkin' a car with no key
    I hop in the V, go to the stu' and go drop me a V
    This bitch talking to us, she talking to you, she talking to me
    I had fifteen blunts today bae you should see what I see
    I see pigeons in a heard, I see flying sheep
    You talk on the beef, you talking to me, but talk is too cheap
    You sneak dissing me to her and he but we gonna see

    Hit that bitch with the du' du' du' du' du' du' du' du' du' du' du'
    She be like aw shit
    Hit his ass with the du' du' du' du' du' du' du' du' du' du'
    He tryna talk shit

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    Ballout gonna pull up and pop your ass like a balloon, nigga
    I'm in the Maybach I'm riding it like it's a broom, nigga
    Get the shit clear when the elephant up in the room, nigga
    And I got a .45 Glock and six of the shrooms, nigga
    Leave your bitch ass bloody red, we leave you maroon, nigga
    Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, we making it home, nigga

    I was just rolling the pack up we call it the strong, nigga
    Get in the kitchen, get your ass off of the phone, nigga
    I always wished that the money and me had a bond, nigga
    If you ain't never quit, you are the one, nigga
    You want the bitch? I'm sellin' her, send me the funds, nigga
    Feelin' that way about it, then go get your gun, nigga

    Aye, I fell in love with being rich
    With a rich bitch, how she rich, she don't ask me for shit
    Told my lil' cousin don't ask me for shit
    We used to see how high we could get
    Used to go and buy me a split
    You might see me out sellin' the shit
    When my granny was telling me shit
    I was out servin' belly and shit

    Son why you keep buying cars?
    This for Rosa, Harriet and 'nem
    Riding around with thirty in there
    I don't know no one as scary as him
    Tell that lil' ole fool, just be cool, fore' ya'll be burying him
    Glad I ain't get a job 'cause I hate work
    Bitch ate me like dessert but she ate first
    She ate my dick up on the spot, you went on a date first
    Nah I ain't joking, April Fools, nigga it's May 1st

    Smoking that gasoline-a, riding with nina' in back of the V-na
    Why I didn't show up to court? I do not know it's gon' get me subpoena
    Know she gon' let me freak her, say she don't squirt, she is a creamer
    Fifty for a show, fifty for a verse, nigga ain't answer for neither
    I'm in a new spaceship I'm finna go pick up a eater
    Bitch thought I was gon' love her, but I am a demon, I had to leave her
    Bitch is a dick pleaser, and when she be suckin' she is a teaser
    Make me up the nina', up the nina' and macarena

    I don't want your thot you can keep her, even though she gon' stop when she see us
    Man I be loaded with racks, I be counting up guap in the theater
    We was up in the theater, I seen a bad bitch and I'm stoppin' to meet her
    She took pics in the Rolls, dropped that bitch off, she hopped in a Beetle
    Got enough diamonds for leisure, if I go broke I so happen to need 'em
    She know my pockets is green, and she bit that apple I Adam and Eve'd her
    I make her call me daddy, when I be fucking I slap and I beat her
    Got a lil' bitch in the club, throw 10k when I pop in and see her

    Young nigga comin' from nothin', hop out the Rolls, hop in the Lambo
    Then when I hop out the Lambo, hop in the Maybach, call it the Limo
    And we got sticks like Rambo, bitch we got guns, never run out of ammo
    I can get in any hood in blend in, bitch you can call me camo
    Got LV on my sandal, this ain't no fruad, no this ain't no scam though
    Ridin' around with a fan, think you hot, we blow out your candle
    Beat yo' ass with a whippet, not the small one, the one with the handle
    Fonem'll take your life so never take that shit for granted

    White Vet, black stripes, riding in a zebra
    I don't fuck with niggas you know all my brothers keeper
    Playin' with my money pussy, know this shit get deeper
    Riding through my city, I'ma reaper
    Nigga laid up on his back he a sleeper
    Forgiatos color money, color jalapeños
    Out in LA ridin' around wit' a singer
    And I'm ridin' 'round with my bee's we'll sting ya

    I don't love bitches nigga you know that I'm a cheater
    Since I got the pounds she think she can smoke the weed up
    I ain't even gotta pop out to be G'd up
    I po' up in the club, all the hoes, when we geeked up
    I'm sippin' on lean, Styrofoam like a tea cup
    Nigga talking down, when I'm around, speak up
    Ten thousand a month I spend on my speaker
    Playin' wit' my name, nigga get you a t-shirt

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