Balenciaga

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Keed] (Ayy where you get that beat from? Mooktoven!) Let's go KeedToven (Keed, talk to 'em) [Chorus: Lil Keed] (Keed, talk to 'em) Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', watch yo shoes Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', size 42 Yeah, yeah, his gun invisible, he not gon' shoot Yeah, yeah, peanut butter seats, yeah, inside the coupe Yeah, sticks on us and the show, made the news Smokin' Runtz in a lil' 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 that, this-this ain't that Worry 'bout that, where yo, where yo check at? Worry 'bout that, worry 'bout that You worried 'bout this, and this ain't that (Keed, talk to 'em) [Verse 1: Lil Keed] In that space coupe, free that nigga Ralph We go way back like a sunroof, all these bitches rubbin' on me I feel like I'm at Jeju's get that paper upfront '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 [Chorus: Lil Keed & 21 Savage] (Keed, talk to 'em) Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', watch yo shoes Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', size 42 Yeah, yeah, his gun invisible, he not gon' shoot Yeah, yeah, peanut butter seats, yeah, inside the coupe Yeah, sticks on us at the show, made the news Smokin' Runtz in a lil' 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 yo, where yo check at? (Bought a 'Vette) Worry 'bout that (Bought a 'Vette), worry, worry 'bout that (Straight up) You worried 'bout this (Straight up, straight up), and this ain't that [Verse 2: 21 Savage] Yeah, yeah, 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 stain up?" Nigga, eatin plates "Savage, why nobody wanna front you nothin'?" 'Cause I used to take that Balenciagas make yo bitch wanna choose up I'm in Hollywood hills with a shooter I smoke dead people, I don't smoke hookah 4L-Gang, I'm a dog, don't get chewed up Saint Laurent on my back, this ain't Bape, nigga I'm on Cleveland with Lil Keed and the snakes, nigga Play with me, get "long live" in front of your name, nigga Up eight figures, so I stopped wearin' chains, nigga [Chorus: Lil Keed] (Keed talk to 'em) Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', watch yo shoes Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', southboy too Yeah, yeah, his gun invisible, he not gon' shoot Yeah, yeah, peanut butter seats, yeah, inside the coupe Yeah, sticks on us at the show, made the news Smokin' Runtz in a lil' 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 that, this-this ain't that Worry 'bout that, where yo check at? Worry 'bout that, worry 'bout that You worried 'bout this, and this ain't that (Keed, talk to 'em) [Verse 3: Lil Keed] Choppa will blast that I got all this fuckin' paper on me, I don't need Cash App Wearin' all that out of date drip, you need to trash that Yeah, you hear them pipes on that fuckin' Hellcat, young nigga shit Ridin' 'round with a fuckin' gat', you ain't killin' shit You don't even need a fuckin' strap, he ain't real as me He ain't never gave the love back, put the hood on my back Put the hood on the map, comin' for the biggest bag [Chorus: Lil Keed] (Keed, talk to 'em) Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', watch yo shoes Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', southboy too Yeah, yeah, his gun invisible, he not gon' shoot Yeah, yeah, peanut butter seats, yeah, inside the coupe Yeah, sticks on us at the show, made the news Smokin' Runtz in a lil' 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 that, this-this ain't that Worry 'bout that, where yo check at? Worry 'bout that, worry 'bout that You worried 'bout this, and this ain't that