Balacananas

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, I'm just gon' say 'Cause these some nice-ass tennis shoes What the, what the fuck is them, man? Hold up, what's their name? Oh, I know, these are Balacananas [Chorus] Huh, Backwood stuffed with a new opp (With a new opp) She ain't like her body, sent her to Miami to the tube shop (Mwah) I'll show up with all shooters like a hoop squad If you wanna take it there, we can take it there Better cut the rules off, we ain't playin' fair (Hell nah) New Balacananas, I'll takе a pair Walk 'em in, pew-pew, lеave 'em layin' there (Layin' there) [Verse 1] I'm cleaner than a bitch, but I'm ridin' dirty (Yoom) Ain't got time for no hate, so I'm ridin' thirty (Bah) Fucked her at nine, made her leave around nine-thirty (You gotta go) My bro can shoot too, he like Seth Curry (Swish) Pour champagne on the top of a bitch wig All I do is ride big wheels like a big kid (I'm a big kid) Mixin' dog and some fentanyl, get it mixed in My bitch block niggas' shots worse than Big Ben (Get that shit outta here) Lam' truck sex is the best off a Percocet I just got some neck, nutted quick, I'ma need a sec The way my team keep going out of bounds, we gon' need a ref Niggas say they out the way, don't talk me to death (Don't talk me to death) The bitch that you love, she love me to death (Hahaha) I put the press on you, they say it's death on you (It's death on you) You ain't verified when I put a blue check on you You only verified when the medic check on you I'll have a set-up bitch put the neck on you Hellcat (Yoom), Hellcat (Skrrt), Rolex, Maybach Wait what? That go with the Patek (That go with the Patek) 4MATIC, 300 black, this shit automatic Jump out the whip lookin' like a whole check and some more shit I only fucked her once, she still your bitch (You can have her) I don't mean change when I say I came four-nick (Blaow) Really get it started, bitch, I got no sense (Bitch) I'll pay your ho rent (Ho rent) [Chorus] Huh, Backwood stuffed with a new opp (With a new opp) She ain't like her body, sent her to Miami to the tube shop (Lift her shit up) I'll show up with all shooters like a hoop squad (Woo) If you wanna take it there, we can take it there Better cut the rules off, we ain't playin' fair (We ain't playin' fair) New Balacananas, I'll take a pair (Balacananas) If I break up with my bitch, I'ma take her hair [Verse 2] Love limited (Love limited), pool infinity I'ma keep it real, all my exes don't mean shit to me (Swear to God) This Cuban on my neck cost a sixty-piece (Cost a sixty-piece) Huh, she sucked me up, she thought I was doin' EDD If the head right, DameDot be there every night If the smoke on, nigga, we gon' spin every night Fuck a money counter, nigga, I'ma count up every thousand Hit Miami for a week, I spend every dollar (I spend every dollar) I can tell how she throw that ass, she tryna pay the bills (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Walkin' 'round the club barefoot, baby, where your heels? (Where your heels at?) We don't even count them hoes no more, we gotta weigh the pills (Weight them bitches up) You say you don't, but you love me, bitch, you fake as hell (You lyin') I gotta come dub, I keep takin' L's My shirt came from Virgil, jeans came from Purple This cup full of purple, move and I'ma hurt you (Don't move) I'ma keep it one hundun (One hundun) RGS got the smoke, now who want some? (Now who want some?) Up the rup-a-bum-bum, make 'em run, run (Rup-a-bum-bum) She a smart bitch, but she got a dumb one (Got a fatty) Sam Bernstein, my money come lump sum (Woo) Get a nigga hit with the stick (With the stick) This ain't Apple, when your shit get cracked, you can't get it fixed (Hell nah) Don't try my bitch, she got the blick She'll send you to the gulag, now you heaven-sent (Bah, bah) Ride my dick while I talk shit, I'ma buy you somethin' (Mwah) Nigga say he gon' do somethin' to me, must be high or somethin' (Must be blowed) Dog say he slid, must've just rode by or somethin' (Yoom) 'Cause no cap, I ain't even heard a shot or nothin' (Ain't heard shit) [Outro] Balacananas Man, sound that shit out, yo Balacananas Oh, no, Balacalalagias Balacalagia These must be foreign shoes (Yeah, this them foreign bitches there, yo) Yeah, this them— Yeah, they from foreign, they, they foreign shoes What them bitches is, Black? This some Lakias, some shit like that You worse than me You worse than that nigga, man It's Lia, it's Lia, whatever the fuck, I can't pronounce that (Man, those niggas)