Chief Keef — Rawlings

[Intro: Ballout] DP on the beat Smokes! Glo! Blood gang, man Motherfuckas know how we rockin', man Glo Gang or no gang, man Stupid blunts man, four wheel drive man, stupid kush So motherfuckin' high right now man Motherfuckin' mansion man, got all these acres, square feet I don't know where the fuck I'm at man, feel me? All type of whips outside M6's, Audi's, and shit [Verse: Chief Keef] Ayy, Bally Ayy, ayy, pass me the Rawlings, ayy, ayy So I can ball Bitches already know that we ballin' I'm at The Mardi Gras in New Orleans Choppas out, get 'em, boys Got them dogs out, sniff 'em Runnin' round your kitchen, where yo shit at? Send my locksmith at yo door Send my block, at your folks Send that glo, we posted on the glo block with big ass poles Where the glo block at? North suburbs In my mansion, bitch, ya never heard Where it's at? You never know Try to follow me, then I'ma blow I can be drivin', still got the pipe Be drivin', and I'll still take your life Pull up on ya bitch, I'm still taking flight I'm off the tooka and I'm still getting high And higher, ayy Waiting for the days to go by, and by-er, ayy Only thing that matter is the money, ayy Wake up in the morning yawning ayy, gettin' money Fuckin' honey's, fuckin' thots Fuck nigga, fuck up your party or your posse Turn it to a pool party Almighty, you mighty In my 290 Catch you, you a body Under him, ayy, what was wrong with him? I don't know, 'cause I'm bipolar When he shoot, he shoot at your shoulder Have yo pipe up, catch you, rawlings Nigga we don't carry holsters Riding with a interlapse, ain't got time for that chitter chat Fuck nigga got me I'ma get em' back This choppa break a niggas back (Duh-da-da) nigga