lirik lagu make you run – ballout
[intro: ballout & chief keef]
otto
ball
gbe baby
let’s get it
otto
look at ’em
sosa on the beat
go, go, go
[chorus: ballout]
i’ma glo man, i’ma sun (ball)
ridin’ ’round fully loaded, fully armed (loaded)
i don’t trust these n-ggas, they look like bums (look at ’em)
about my bread, i need every crumb (need cash)
i’m searchin’ through the cash throwing ones (searchin’)
gucci shirt, balmains, white 1s (gucci)
.223 hold a hundred and two drums
pull up on your block, make you run
[verse 1: ballout]
i got dope money, i got bond (racks n-gga)
i’ma hood n-gga, i got funds (bands)
old school, be like a drum (be)
i got property, i got farms (gas)
i walk up in the club lookin’ like it (lookin’ like it)
i walk up in the section, b-tches dykin’ (b-tches freaky)
i’m in vip with my ice on (with my ice on, burr)
i don’t give a f-ck, i want the lights on (want the f-ckin’ lights on)
in a h-llcat roarin’ super charge (super charge, new sh-t)
i got cash, i don’t do cards (cash money)
i like rollin’, i don’t do the bars (rollin’)
in that new truck, i don’t do cars (skrrt)
[chorus: ballout]
i’ma glo man, i’ma sun (ball)
ridin’ ’round fully loaded, fully armed (loaded)
i don’t trust these n-ggas, they look like bums (look at ’em)
about my bread, i need every crumb (need cash)
i’m searchin’ through the cash throwing ones (searchin’)
gucci shirt, balmains, white 1s (gucci)
.223 hold a hundred and two drums
pull up on your block, make you run
[verse 2: chief keef]
is it just me or do i smell p-ssy? (huh)
big jock on me like do i smell rookie (bang bang)
let off one shot like “you wanna hear fifty?”
i got football money, big lumps, big t-tties (beep)
ballin’ so hard, turned my house into gymnasium (yeah)
loud music, loud packs, it’s a stadium (dope)
she wanna get in her box, but i only want the cranium (top)
little boy, cl!ck clack, wah wah, i’ma baby him (bang bang)
pull up, still in ghost mode, ridin’ rocky road (yeah)
b-tch up in the p-ssenger “who that?”, “i don’t know”
cash up in my front pocket, left, right, rolls (beep beep)
don’t come with you soldiers talkin’ ’bout left, right, blow
[chorus: ballout]
i’ma glo man, i’ma sun (ball)
ridin’ ’round fully loaded, fully armed (loaded)
i don’t trust these n-ggas, they look like bums (look at ’em)
about my bread, i need every crumb (need cash)
i’m searchin’ through the cash throwing ones (searchin’)
gucci shirt, balmains, white 1s (gucci)
.223 hold a hundred and two drums
pull up on your block, make you run
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