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, you 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

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, sniffin'

Runnin' 'round your kitchen, where yo' shit at?

Send my locksmith at yo' door

Send my block at your folks

You see 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, ayy

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' honeys, fuckin' thots

Fuck nigga, fuck up your party or your posse

Turn it to a pool party, ayy

Almighty, you mighty, ayy

In my 290

Catch you, you a body

Under him, ayy, what was wrong with him?

I don't know, 'cause he 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 nigga back

Dududu, nigga