Balënci Feet

No way!

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Smokin', I'm all in my way, slidin'

Let's go, aye aye, talk about this shit real quick

Yeah, turn up, real quick

Shit, real quick (yeah, let's go)

Stepped out Saturday, Balenciaga feet (yeah)

Say yo' pockets February, just where yo' pockets be

Say they doin' this and doin that, boy you not as hot as me

Coach told me hit like every time, this why you started me (yeah)

Bitch I'm on these percs got a bag on from me, you just startled me

Bags, hundreds, bags yeah, why you always bother me? (why?)

Every time you got a problem, like why the hell you callin' me?

I can't even show what the hell I been doin, 'cause they all copy me

Rolls Royce, 4-Door truck, know I'm coppin' it

Suicide doors on the Corvette, I'm moddin' it

We just got back to the Hotel, yo' bitch is slobberin'

Take so many damn percs, they like, what you bottling? (drank)

Drank man scored, he just told me he got bottles in

They think that they rappin' 'bout some shit

Boy that's just a common saying

Still gon' get to the cheese everyday

Fuck what yo' commas say (uh, let's go)

I just threw away my phone, I don't wanna conversate (whoa)

Racks on me, bands on me (hey)

Watch her dance on me, dance on it (hey)

I'ma smash on her, smash on it, yeah (hey)

Gettin' way too silly, throw some cash on her

He told me that she love me for real

Well I almost passed on it (Haha)

All this shit so silly, the way they cap about it (Trackhawk)

Remember I had that car in like two months, I still won't cap about it

When I had that

Jeep on Jeepers Creepers, pushin' two-hundred mid at night

You could lean with me one time and I swear I could change yo' life

Trust me, you won't even feel like the real you

When that EDD hit twice

She said, yeat, why you still got so much?, I don't even know why

Man I swear the last time I took that shit

I talked to my demon and cried

Yeah we all humans, yeah you don't have to lie

Richard Mill', Aston Martin, one of a kind

In my DM, can I get that shit for free', stop wastin' my time

I been standin' up for all these years, I'm next in line (Ah, ah, ah)

When I get that bag, that bag, take my trip and die (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Just hope I go up, before I end up dyin'

All these broke ass penny pinching kids, get off my line

They say, yeat where you at? you not alive

I don't remember life

Nobody really got yo' back, boy, you just a lie

'Cause you ain't really solid like that, you switching sides

Track came with an ice pack, like put my thighs

Stepped out Saturday, Balenciaga feet (Yeah)

Say yo' pockets February, just where yo' pockets be

Say they doin' this and doin that, boy you not as hot as me (uh)

Coach tell me, hit like every time, this why you stuttering (yeah)

Bitch I'm on these percs got a bag on from me, you just startled me

Bags, hundreds, bags yeah, why you always bother me? (Why?)

Every time you got a problem, like why the hell you callin' me?

I can't even show what the hell I been doin, 'cause they all copy me

Rolls Royce 4-Door truck, know I'm coppin' it

Suicide doors on the Corvette, I'm moddin' it

We just got back to the Hotel, yo' bitch is slobberin'

Take so many damn percs, they like, what you bottling?

Drank man scored, he just told me he got bottles in

They think that they rappin' 'bout some shit

Boy that's just a common saying

Still gon' get to the cheese everyday

Fuck what yo' commas say (uh, uh, let's go)

I just threw away my phone, I don't wanna conversate

Racks on me, bands on me (hey)

Watch her dance on me, dance on it

I'ma smash on her, smash on it, yeah

Gettin' way too silly, throw some cash on her

He told me that she love me for real

Well I almost passed on it (haha)

All this shit so silly, the way they cap about it (Trackhawk)

Remember I had that car in like two months

I still won't cap about it