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[Intro: Chief Keef] Turbo Start set trippin', blood He-Ha-Ha (On BD) Ayy, Ball, he gon' keep to engine with the adlibs, nigga Yeah, let's get it Yeah, let's get it (Turbo On The Track) Bitch Ayy, O'Block Ayy, 300 (Phew) Ball (Ayy, ayy) Ayy, actually, let's get it On Foe'nem, Ball come in with your verse (Let's get it) We don't need to do no chorus, come straight in with the verse (Catch up, catch up) Ayy, catch up Ayy, catch up Ayy, catch up [Verse 1: Ballout] From Starter jackets to Gucci, From Air Force 1's to Louie My charm icy like Boosie, Bitches throwing me coochie Riding round' with my shooters, Robin Jeans, I'm Buddah Pouring lean I'm blue though, 9-11 the two door Fire red like Rudolf, Imma' wrap this hoe blue though Moving more than U Haul, You ain't real if you talk That's why they call me Ball, Cause' all I know is Ball Stacking hundreds' in the wall, Spent a hundred at the mall Paid a hundred for the car, Look like a walking lick, but I'm a walking dog Nigga I'll box you off I ain't Young Jeezy I ain't swapping shit out Pull the sticks out, hollows hit scalps [Chorus: Chief Keef] I could show you the real definition of Lean, definition of scheme Pull up choppa waving out the back window, leave a nigga with dreams I could show the define of spending G's, the very least All the bad bitches up in the strip club, subtract this cheese I got bands so I just spent 10 thousand on a coat And the feds asking questions but I don't really know I just wanna count paychecks and smoke this dope Even though I real high, my choppa real low [Verse 2: Chief Keef] In the Louie store, getting sized; Foreign car, getting high Bakery, getting pie; Look up, I'm in the sky Off the two, energized; Big shells, get minimized Weight the steel, exercise; She suck me now I'm paralyzed Counting racks in bed, I'm finna' get a sled Got a bam bam in the car, finna' turn a nigga Fred Take your name up off the lease, hit that bitch with a shred Like eeny meeny-miney mo, click clack cause Simon said Heads down, thumbs up; Time to play 7-UP Lil Folks got a 7 tucked; Don't arrest the messenger Riding with that Duck Duck Goose, It's musical chairs in this top-notch Coupe, no scoop [Chorus: Chief Keef] I could show you the real definition of Lean, definition of Scheming Pull up choppa waving out the back window, leave a nigga with dreams I could show the define of spending G's, the very least All the bad bitches up in the strip club, Subtract this cheese I got bands so I just spent 10 thousand on a coat And the feds asking questions but I don't really know I just wanna count paychecks and smoke this dope Even though I real high, my choppa real low