Been Ballin’

Album cover art for "Been Ballin’" by Ballout & Chief Keef

Ballout & Chief Keef - Rap, Chicago Rap

Been Ballin’

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[Intro: Ballout & Chief Keef] Trap-A-Holics mixtapes 808 Mafia (Squad) Ballout, baby, I've been ballin' since the sixth grade (Huh?) Earrings was so big (Huh?), you couldn't even see my damn face (Nah) Did you get the mixtape? (Huh?) Ballin', No NBA I be ballin', not with that ball, but with that damn cake These niggas ain't fuckin' with my squad, man We them Glo Boyz (Huh?) Ballout Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit (What's up, bruh?) 808 Mafia (Squad) [Verse 1: Ballout & Chief Keef] Ballout, baby, I've been ballin' since the sixth grade (Huh?) Earrings was so big (Huh?), you couldn't even see my damn face (Nah) Did you get the mixtape? (Huh?) Ballin' No NBA I be ballin', not with that ball, but with that damn cake (Swish) In the kitchen, cookin' cake, but it's not my birthday (Skrrt, skrrt) I never seen your bitch, but I bet I can fuck her on the first day She damn near passed out when I pulled up on 28s (Skrrt) Gold everything, but I don't look shit like Trinidad James (Nah) Ballin' like LeBron James, smokin' on that 2 Chainz But I have on one chain, I don't have on two chains I will get another chain when I hit another stain O'Block, 300, bitch, GBE the gang [Chorus: Chief Keef] Squad, squad Squad, squad, squad Squad, squad, squad, squad Squad, squad, squad, squad 808 Mafia (Like you ain't know—) [Verse 2: Chief Keef] Chief Sosa, baby, I been ballin' hard, no discount Three cars, six houses, you can't tell me shit now And I got a maid, so I ain't takin' shit out Ain't tryna fuck, get out, this the suck a dick house Money house, bitch house and pound house and brick house I even got a AK sittin' at my bitch house (Bang, bang) Don't make me switch out, pull up, get out Start throwin' cash everywhere and fuckin' every bitch now (808 Mafia) Look at my wrist, blaow, chain, blaow, ears, blaow My car blaow, my earrings so damn big that I can't hear now Boy, let's get serious now, you know you ain't gettin' count Twenty in my left pockets, hundreds wore that shit out (Ben Frank) [Chorus: Chief Keef] Squad, squad Squad, squad, squad Squad, squad, squad, squad Squad, squad, squad, squad 808 Mafia

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Credits

Writers
  • Tarentino
  • TM88
  • Ballout
  • Chief Keef