Chief Keef - Lower lyrics

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Chief Keef - Lower lyrics

[Verse 1: Ballout] From Starter jackets to Gucci, From Air Force 1’s to Louie [?] icy like Boosie, b**hes 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 Boss 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 n***a I’ll box you off [Refrain: Ballout] I ain’t Young Jeezy I ain’t swapping sh** out Pull the sticks out, Holo’s hit scalps [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 n***a with dreams I could show the define of spending G’s, the very least All the bad b**hes 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 that I don’t really know I just wanna count pay checks and smoke this dope Even though I real [?], my choppa real [?] [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 Wait the [?], exercise; She s** 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 n***a Fred Take your name up off the lease, hit that b**h 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 n***a with dreams I could show the define of spending G’s, the very least All the bad b**hes 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 that I don’t really know I just wanna count pay checks and smoke this dope Even though I real [?], my choppa real [?]