Balenciaga Songtext
von Lil Keed

Ayy, where you get that beat from? Mooktoven
Let′s go

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Keed, talk to 'em
Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin′, watch yo' shoes (watch yo' shoes)
Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin′, south boy 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' Runts in a lil′ bitty coupe, I dropped the roof
Rubber band of blue cheese neat, I don't like it loose
All my bitches, they got pretty feet, they don′t own shoes
Worry 'bout that (worry ′bout that)
This ain't that (uh)
Worry 'bout that (worry ′bout that)
Where yo′ check at? (Where yo' check at?)
Worry ′bout that
Worry 'bout that (worry ′bout that)
You worried 'bout this
And this ain′t that

In that space coupe
Free that nigga Ralph
We go way back like a sun roof
All these bitches rubbin' on me
I feel like I'm at Jeju′s
Get that paper upfront
Before I even walk through (Keed, talk to ′em)
Let's go, me and my dawg gon′ get bands
Me and my dawg fuck these hoes by the ten
It just me and my dawg in that motherfuckin' Benz
I can′t wait for my dawg to get out that fuckin' can (Keed, talk to ′em)


Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', watch yo' shoes (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′ Runts in a lil' bitty coupe, I dropped the roof
Rubber band of blue cheese neat, I don′t like it loose
All my bitches, they got pretty feet, they don't own shoes
Worry ′bout that (worry 'bout that)
This ain't that (uh)
Worry ′bout that (worry ′bout that)
Where yo' 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

Yeah, yeah, dropped my first mixtape and bought a Vette (bought a Vette)
Bought a ′85 Cutlass off of crack (off of crack)
Balenciaga with Chanel, I mismatched (I mismatched)
I'm Slaughter Gang, don't get stabbed in your back
Ridin′ with a K, draco, call it lowercase (21)
Baby mama got a Kel-Tec, she don′t tote mace (straight up)
"Savage, how you get your stain up?" Nigga, eatin' plates
"Savage, why nobody wanna front you nothin′?" 'Cause I used to take
Balenciagas make your bitch wanna choose up (on God)
I′m in 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)
Saint Laurent on my back, this ain't Bape nigga (straight up)
I′m on Cleveland with Lil Keed and the snakes, nigga (straight up)
Play with me, get "Long live" in front of your name, nigga (straight up)
Up eight figures so I stopped wearing chains, nigga (straight up)

Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin′, watch yo' shoes (watch yo′ shoes)
Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', south boy 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' Runts in a lil′ bitty coupe, I dropped the roof
Rubber band of blue cheese neat, I don't like it loose
All my bitches they got pretty feet, they don't own shoes
Worry ′bout that (worry ′bout that)
This ain't that (uh)
Worry ′bout that (worry 'bout that)
Where yo′ check at? (Where yo' check at?)
Worry ′bout that
Worry 'bout that
You worried 'bout this
And this ain′t that (Keed, talk to ′em)

Chopper 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 ain′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

Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', watch yo′ shoes (watch yo' shoes)
Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', south boy 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′ Runts in a lil' bitty coupe, I dropped the roof
Rubber band of blue cheese neat, I don′t like it loose
All my bitches, they got pretty feet, they don't own shoes (Keed, talk to ′em)
Worry 'bout that (worry ′bout that)
This ain't that (uh)
Worry 'bout that (worry ′bout that)
Where yo′ check at? (Where yo' check at?)
Worry ′bout that
Worry 'bout that
You worried ′bout this