Chief Keef & Ballout - Talking Ish

Feb 10, 2026

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Chief Keef and Ballout link up on “Talking Ish,” delivering raw energy and that classic drill attitude fans love. The beat knocks hard with a gritty bounce, setting the perfect tone for straight-to-the-point bars. Both artists bring confident flows, talking reckless and unapologetic like it’s second nature. The track feels like a throwback to that original Chicago sound, but still hits fresh in today’s wave. If you’re looking for something loud, aggressive, and made for the speakers, “Talking Ish” is the one.

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[Verse 1: Chief Keef]

I know niggas plottin' 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 bitch, 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 fuck with me, you don't fuck with me, that what it's gon' be

I come from the trenches I had to get paid, ain't nothin' for free

Chopper from Greece make your bitch ass go jump in the creek

I'm drivin' this bitch with my phone, we talkin' a car with no key

I hop in the V, go to the stu' and go drop me a V

This bitch 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 herd, 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 bitch with the du' du' du' du' du' du' du' du' du' du' du' she be like aw shit

Hit his ass with the du' du' du' du' du' du' du' du' du' du' he tryna talk shit

Ballout gonna pull up and pop your ass like a balloon, nigga

I'm in the Maybach I'm riding it like it's a broom, nigga

Get the shit clear when the elephant up in the room, nigga

And I got a .45 Glock and six of the shrooms, nigga

Leave your bitch ass bloody red, we leave you maroon, nigga

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, we making it home, nigga

I was just rolling the pack up we call it the strong, nigga

Get in the kitchen, get your ass off of the phone, nigga

I always wished that the money and me had a bond, nigga

If you ain't never quit, you are the one, nigga

You want the bitch? I'm sellin' her, send me the funds, nigga

Feelin' that way about it, then go get your gun, nigga

Aye, I fell in love with being rich

With a rich bitch, how she rich, she don't ask me for shit

Told my lil' cousin don't ask me for shit

We used to see how high we could get

Used to go and buy me a split

You might see me out sellin' the shit

When my granny was telling me shit

I was out servin' belly and shit

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

Bitch ate me like dessert but she ate first

She ate my dick up on the spot, you went on a date first

Nah I ain't joking, April Fools, nigga 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, nigga ain't answer for neither

I'm in a new spaceship I'm finna go pick up a eater

Bitch thought I was gon' love her, but I am a demon, I had to leave her

Bitch is a dick pleaser, and when she be suckin' 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 bitch and I'm stoppin' to meet her

She took pics in the Rolls, dropped that bitch off, she hopped in a Beetle

Got 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 fucking I slap and I beat her

Got a lil' bitch in the club, throw 10k when I pop in and see her

Young nigga comin' from nothin', 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, bitch we got guns, never run out of ammo

I can get in any hood in blend in, bitch you can call me camo

Got LV on my sandal, this ain't no fruad, no this ain't no scam though

Ridin' 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 shit for granted

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