Talking Ish Lyrics – Chief Keef

Read the full Talking Ish lyrics by Chief Keef and Ballout along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Chief Keef’s music, you can also explore ROOMS and ROOMS, two other songs by Chief Keef.

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I know n!ggas plotting I know they want me, but that hammer on me
When I go to bed, when I go to sleep got the gun in the sheet
Or I got me a b!tch, I got me some money, either three of the three
She say she wan’ eat, so I up my meat, said bon appétit
You don’t fu*k with me, you don’t fu*k with me, that what it’s gon’ be
I come from the trenches I had to get paid, ain’t nothing for free
Chopper from Greece make your b!tch ass go jump in the creek
I’m driving this b!tch with my phone, we talking a car with no key
I hop in the V, go to the stu’ and go drop me a V
This b!tch talking to us, she talking to you, she talking to me
I had fifteen blunts today bae you should see what I see

I see pigеons in a heard, I see flying sheep
You talk on the beef, you talking to me, but talk is too chеap
You sneak dissing me to her and he but we gonna see
Hit that b!tch with the du’ du’ du’ du’ du’ du’ du’ du’ du’ du’ du’ she be like aw s*it
Hit his ass with the du’ du’ du’ du’ du’ du’ du’ du’ du’ du’ he tryna talk s*it
Ballout gonna pull up and pop your ass like a balloon, n!gga
I’m in the Maybach I’m riding it like it’s a broom, n!gga
Get the s*it clear when the elephant up in the room, n!gga
And I got a .45 Glock and six of the shrooms, n!gga
Leave your b!tch ass bloody red, we leave you maroon, n!gga
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, we making it home, n!gga
I was just rolling the pack up we call it the strong, n!gga
Get in the kitchen, get your ass off of the phone, n!gga
I always wished that the money and me had a bond, n!gga
If you ain’t never quit, you are the one, n!gga
You want the b!tch? I’m selling her, send me the funds, n!gga
Feeling that way about it, then go get your gun, n!gga
Aye, I fell in love with being rich
With a rich b!tch, how she rich, she don’t ask me for s*it
Told my lil’ cousin don’t ask me for s*it
We used to see how high we could get
Used to go and buy me a split
You might see me out selling the s*it
When my granny was telling me s*it
I was out serving belly and s*it

Son why you keep buying cars?
This for Rosa, Harriet and ‘nem
Riding around with thirty in there
I don’t know no one as scary as him
Tell that lil’ ole fool, just be cool, fore’ ya’ll be burying him
Glad I ain’t get a job ’cause I hate work
B!tch ate me like dessert but she ate first
She ate my d!ck up on the spot, you went on a date first
Nah I ain’t joking, April Fools, n!gga it’s May 1st
Smoking that gasoline-a, riding with nina’ in back of the V-na
Why I didn’t show up to court? I do not know it’s gon’ get me subpoena
Know she gon’ let me freak her, say she don’t squirt, she is a creamer
Fifty for a show, fifty for a verse, n!gga ain’t answer for neither
I’m in a new spaceship I’m finna go pick up a eater
B!tch thought I was gon’ love her, but I am a demon, I had to leave her
B!tch is a d!ck pleaser and when she be sucking she is a teaser
Make me up the nina’, up the nina’ and macarena
I don’t want your thot you can keep her, even though she gon’ stop when she see us
Man I be loaded with racks, I be counting up guap in the theater
We was up in the theater, I seen a bad b!tch and I’m stopping to meet her
She took pics in the Rolls, dropped that b!tch off, she hopped in a Beetl
ot enough diamonds for leisure, if I go broke I so happen to need ’em
She know my pockets is green and she bit that apple I Adam and Eve’d her
I make her call me daddy, when I be fu*king I slap and I beat her
Got a lil’ b!tch in the club, throw 10k when I pop in and see her
Young n!gga coming from nothing, hop out the Rolls, hop in the Lambo
Then when I hop out the Lambo, hop in the Maybach, call it the Limo
And we got sticks like Rambo, b!tch we got guns, never run out of ammo
I can get in any hood in blend in, b!tch you can call me camo
Got LV on my sandal, this ain’t no fruad, no this ain’t no scam though
Riding around with a fan, think you hot, we blow out your candle
Beat yo’ ass with a whippet, not the small one, the one with the handle
Fonem’ll take your life so never take that s*it for granted

[Verse 2: Ballout]
White Vet, black stripes, riding in a zebra
I don’t fu*k with n!ggas you know all my brothers keeper
Playing with my money pu*sy, know this s*it get deeper
Riding through my city, I’ma reaper
N!gga laid up on his back he a sleeper
Forgiatos color money, color jalapeños
Out in L.A. riding around wit’ a singer
And I’m riding ’round with my bee’s we’ll sting ya
I don’t love b!tches n!gga you know that I’m a cheater
Since I got the pounds she think she can smoke the weed up
I ain’t even gotta pop out to be G’d up
I po’ up in the club, all the hoes, when we geeked up
I’m sipping on lean, Styrofoam like a tea cup
N!gga talking down, when I’m around, speak up
Ten thousand a month I spend on my speaker
Playing wit’ my name, n!gga get you a t-shirt