Released: March 27, 2015
Featuring: Tadoe Ballout
Songwriter: Ballout Tadoe Chief Keef
Producer: Young Chop
[Intro: Chief Keef]
All these hoes...
Keep them racks on me
A pint of act.. quarter pound of ..
On me
On me
Glo gang
GBE baby
Bang
Almighty Sosa, yeah
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
All these hoes know I keep them racks on me
A pint of act and a quarter pound pack on me
Lotta thots and the paparazzi all on me
Top drops in the Rari, it's just me and Bally
Pour up a four, now it's time to get leany
These niggas mad at us cuz we doin our thingy - thingy
But I ain't mad at ya, but if you ever need me
Just call my manager, get him to check and he gon beep me
[Verse 1: Ballout]
I've been too busy on the road, it's so hard to see me
All these bitches call in Texas, it's so hard to reach me
And I'm getting fat, bitch you know I'm fuckin' greedy
So GDK, bitch you know I'm so fuckin' BD
Glo Gang run the world, bitch we run every city
Listen all, everybody, everybody with me
Ridin' round Ferraris and them Bentleys
And I'm off Xanax, I'm off lean and I got plenty
I got hundreds, I got fifties, I got twenties
Walk up in the club, them hoes, they run up on me
Racks up in my pocket homie
You know I keep them motherfuckin' racks on me
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
All these hoes know I keep them racks on me
A pint of act and a quarter pound pack on me
Lotta thots and the paparazzi all on me
Top drops in the Rari, it's just me and Bally
Pour up a four, now it's time to get leany
These mad at us cuz we doin our thingy - thingy
But I ain't mad at ya, but if you ever need me
Just call my manager, get him to check and he gon beep me
[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Out in traffic, I got all these racks on me
A nigga try to take it, know this guy a body
When I hit the club, all these hoes on me
You wanna come to gang, you got to fuck the homies
Party poppin' xans, bitch, you know it's on me
I can give you 3, put you in the zone, b
It ain't shit, got them racks on me
Glo gang posting in them, be the whole team
Posting up with all the Glocks, with them big chromes
Got them racks and we do our thing
A nigga wanna send shots, I got good aim
Put this red dot right up at your brain
All these hoes...
Keep them racks on me
A pint of act.. quarter pound of ..
On me
On me
Glo gang
GBE baby
Bang
Almighty Sosa, yeah
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
All these hoes know I keep them racks on me
A pint of act and a quarter pound pack on me
Lotta thots and the paparazzi all on me
Top drops in the Rari, it's just me and Bally
Pour up a four, now it's time to get leany
These niggas mad at us cuz we doin our thingy - thingy
But I ain't mad at ya, but if you ever need me
Just call my manager, get him to check and he gon beep me
[Verse 1: Ballout]
I've been too busy on the road, it's so hard to see me
All these bitches call in Texas, it's so hard to reach me
And I'm getting fat, bitch you know I'm fuckin' greedy
So GDK, bitch you know I'm so fuckin' BD
Glo Gang run the world, bitch we run every city
Listen all, everybody, everybody with me
Ridin' round Ferraris and them Bentleys
And I'm off Xanax, I'm off lean and I got plenty
I got hundreds, I got fifties, I got twenties
Walk up in the club, them hoes, they run up on me
Racks up in my pocket homie
You know I keep them motherfuckin' racks on me
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
All these hoes know I keep them racks on me
A pint of act and a quarter pound pack on me
Lotta thots and the paparazzi all on me
Top drops in the Rari, it's just me and Bally
Pour up a four, now it's time to get leany
These mad at us cuz we doin our thingy - thingy
But I ain't mad at ya, but if you ever need me
Just call my manager, get him to check and he gon beep me
[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Out in traffic, I got all these racks on me
A nigga try to take it, know this guy a body
When I hit the club, all these hoes on me
You wanna come to gang, you got to fuck the homies
Party poppin' xans, bitch, you know it's on me
I can give you 3, put you in the zone, b
It ain't shit, got them racks on me
Glo gang posting in them, be the whole team
Posting up with all the Glocks, with them big chromes
Got them racks and we do our thing
A nigga wanna send shots, I got good aim
Put this red dot right up at your brain