Country - Ballout, Chief Keef

You might know me from the, dirt

Lil' boy that used to walk the streets

Now I don’t say much because talk is cheap

Rifle get to stuttering, it’s on repeat

Fuckin' round I got a DUI, for weed

Yoom — That’s the sound of the plane taking off

Foe 'nem can’t wait till them chains taken off

You can’t be lunch meat

We drop them 40's, like we from the country

Bang, Bang

Belt cost eight hundred ayy, forty under it ayy

Bitches chase me down aye, trynna play it ayy

You can blow my candle ayy, Imma stay lit ayy

She say I trynna play her, she feel like Rey bitch ay

I woke up this morning ayy, feeling really rich ayy

Everything real ayy, these even the real kicks ayy

Real neck, real wrist

Since I’m a real nigga Imma need a real bitch ayy, OK

Bitch I paid a thousand for my denim

Been toting on a couple of some handguns

Bitch I’m feeling like the human Google, I got answers

Cutting all my bitches off, I’m just looking for scissors, ayy

That’s the sound of my bitches crying when I break up with them

These niggas baloney, phoney and I can’t fuck with them

All these baby bottles, but we’re not babysitters, ayy

You might know me from the, dirt

Lil' boy that used to walk the streets

Now I don’t say much because talk is cheap

Rifle get to stuttering, it’s on repeat

Fuckin' round I got a DUI, for weed

Yoom — That’s the sound of the plane taking off

Foe 'nem can’t wait till them chains taken off

You can’t be lunch meat

We drop them 40's, like we from the country

Bang, Bang

Ball

You know I’m in Neiman Marcus

Valet got my Demon, parked it

Racks hanging out my cargo’s (Racks, racks)

I bank with Wells Fargo (Facts)

In the trap just like El Chapo

She want to be my Griselda Blanco (Griselda)

She like «you sound like a country boy» (Haha)

«But you from the city boy» (Chiraq)

She a little saddity boy (thot)

But her face is real pretty boy (Pretty girl)

And her waist is lil' bitty boy

Duffle bag full of cash, no Tity Boi (All cash)

We good in every city boy (GBE for ever)

Back to back, no Hemi’s boy (Skrr, skrr)

You can hear them Hellcats racing through the city boy

You might know me from the, dirt

Lil' boy that used to walk the streets

Now I don’t say much because talk is cheap

Rifle get to stuttering, it’s on repeat

Fuckin' round I got a DUI, for weed

Yoom — That’s the sound of the plane taking off

Foe 'nem can’t wait till them chains taken off

You can’t be lunch meat

We drop them 40's, like we from the country

Bang, Bang