Balenciaga (feat. 21 Savage)

Aye, where you get that beat from? (Mooktoven)

Let's go

KeedToven

(Keed talk to 'em)

Yuh, yuh, Balenciaga steppin', watch your shoes (Watch your shoes)

Yuh, yuh, Balenciaga steppin', size 42

Yuh, yuh, his gun invisible, he not gon' shoot

Yuh, yuh, peanut butter seats, yeah, inside the coupe

Yeah, sticks on us in the show, made the news

Smokin' Runtz in a little bitty coupe, I dropped the roof

Rubber band of blue cheese me, I don't like it loose

And my bitches, they got pretty feet, they don't own shoes

Worry 'bout, worry 'bout that, this, this ain't that

Worry 'bout that, where your, where your check at?

Worry 'bout that, wo-worry 'bout that

You worried 'bout this and this ain't that

In that space coupe, free that **** Ralph

We go way back like a sunroof

All these bitches rubbin' on me, I feel like I'm at Jay Juice

Do that paper up front, 'fore I even walk through

(Keed talk to 'em)

(Let's go) Me and my dog gon' get bands

Me and my dog fuck these hoes by the ten

It just me and my dog in that motherfuckin' Benz

I can't wait for my dog to get out that fuckin' can

Yuh, yuh, Balenciaga steppin', watch your shoes

(Watch your shoes)

Yuh, yuh, Balenciaga steppin', size 42

Yuh, yuh, his gun invisible, he not gon' shoot

Yuh, yuh, peanut butter seats, yeah, inside the coupe

Yeah, sticks on us in the show, made the news

Smokin' Runtz in a little bitty coupe, I dropped the roof

Rubber band of blue cheese me, I don't like it loose

And my bitches, they got pretty feet, they don't own shoes

Worry 'bout, worry 'bout that, this, this ain't that

Worry 'bout that, where your, where your check at? (Bought a 'Vette)

Worry 'bout that (Bought a 'Vette), worry 'bout that (Straight up)

You worried 'bout this (Straight up, straight up) and this ain't that

Yuh, yuh, dropped my first mixtape and bought a 'Vette

Bought a '85 Cutlass off of crack

Balenciaga with Chanel, I mismatched

I'm Slaughter Gang, don't get stabbed in your back

Ridin' with a K, Draco, call it lowercase

Baby mama got a Kel-Tec, she don't tote mace

"Savage, how you get your 'Stang up?" **** eatin' plate

"Savage, why nobody wanna front you nothin'?" 'Cause I used to take

Balenciagas make your bitch wanna choose up (On God)

I'm at Hollywood Hills with a shooter (On God)

I smoke dead people, I don't smoke hookah (Straight up)

4L Gang, I'm a dog, don't get chewed up (Straight up, straight up)

Saint Laurent on my back, this ain't Bape (Straight up)

I'm on Cleveland with Lil Keed and the snakes, **** (Straight up)

Play with me, get long lived, find your name (Straight up)

Up eight figures so I stopped wearin' chains, **** (Straight up)

Yuh, yuh, Balenciaga steppin', watch your shoes

(Watch your shoes)

Yuh, yuh, Balenciaga steppin', size 42

Yuh, yuh, his gun invisible, he not gon' shoot

Yuh, yuh, peanut butter seats, yeah, inside the coupe

Yeah, sticks on us in the show, made the news

Smokin' Runtz in a little bitty coupe, I dropped the roof

Rubber band of blue cheese me, I don't like it loose

And my bitches, they got pretty feet, they don't own shoes

Worry 'bout, worry 'bout that, this, this ain't that

Worry 'bout that, where your, where your check at?

Worry 'bout that, wo-worry 'bout that

You worried 'bout this and this ain't that

Choppa will blast that, I got all this fuckin' paper on me

I don't need Cash App

Wearin' all that out-of-date jewelry, need to trash that

Yeah, you hear them pipes on that fuckin' Hellcat, young **** shit

Ridin' 'round with a fuckin' gat, you ain't killin' shit

You ain't even need a fuckin' strap, he ain't real as me

He ain't ever gave the love back, put the hood on my back

Put the hood on the map, comin' for the biggest bag

Yuh, yuh, Balenciaga steppin', watch your shoes

(Watch your shoes)

Yuh, yuh, Balenciaga steppin', size 42

Yuh, yuh, his gun invisible, he not gon' shoot

Yuh, yuh, peanut butter seats, yeah, inside the coupe

Yeah, sticks on us in the show, made the news

Smokin' Runtz in a little bitty coupe, I dropped the roof

Rubber band of blue cheese me, I don't like it loose

And my bitches, they got pretty feet, they don't own shoes

Worry 'bout, worry 'bout that, this, this ain't that

Worry 'bout that, where your, where your check at?

Worry 'bout that, wo-worry 'bout that

You worried 'bout this and this ain't that