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  • Chief Keef – Reload (feat. Tadoe & Ballout)

    [Intro: Ballout]
    Oooooo, what the fuck?
    This bitch made my spill my muhfucking cup!

    [Verse 1: Chief Keef]
    [?], 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

    [Verse 2: Tadoe]
    Balling real hard, I ain’t hooping nigga
    Bought a lil bitch, I ain’t Cupid nigga
    I get getting money, getting 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

    [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 [?]
    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]