Chief Keef — Reload

[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 [Verse 2: Tadoe] Balling real hard, I ain't hooping nigga Fall in love 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 coupes 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 guap, 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 then tropical aroma Imma smack the Barts skatin, call me Homer [Verse 4: Ballout] Top of the world, in my penthouse 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, we just copped new Jeeps Rims sitting higher than a dually 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 Keep the ranch sauce, smoke the blue cheese Keep the ranch sauce, smoke the blue cheese [Verse 6: Chief Keef] If I rob the bank I take the Nemos If I hit yo block I take the venom Bitch you know I got the more than nice meatrolls I got more tools than Home Depot Hit yo block going crazy, call me Cee-Lo Seagull what I name Desert Eagle I'ma decock when I reload Wrist looking zero below Rolling 'round this bitch in a pea coat Having me some steak on pico Shells catch a nigga like Chico Folks knock 'em out like Deebo Pockets on full like tito Looking bossed up, might catch the R.I.C.O Green on me, young eco First twenty hit ya, now I gotta reload (Let's get it, bang bang bang) Hit the back if you need dope smoke Sending shawty that's only 16 Sell ya what you want with the 44 Stop, do not try to run off Tell him go, he gon' let the gun off And this shit, real clear like Smirnoff On the phone with the plug talking bird talk