Balenciaga

[Intro: Lil Keed]

Aye where you get that beat from? Mooktoven!

Let's go

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[Chorus: Lil Keed]

(Keed talk to 'em!)

Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin', watch yo' shoes

Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin', south boy too

Yeah yeah, his gun visible, he not gon' shoot

Yeah yeah, peanut butter seats, yeah it's out the coupe

Yeah sticks on him and the shooter made the news

Smokin' Runts in a lil' bitty coupe, I dropped the roof

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

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

Worry bout that, 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

[Verse 1: Lil Keed]

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

We go way back like a sun roof, all these ******* rubbin' on me

I feel like I'm at Jay Juice, get that paper upfront

Before I even walk through (Keed talk to 'em!)

Let's go, me and my dog gonna get bands

Me and my dog ************ these hoes by the ten

It just me and my dog in that mother*******' Benz

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

[Chorus: Lil Keed & 21 Savage]

(Keed talk to 'em!)

Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin', watch yo' shoes

Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin', south boy too

Yeah yeah, his gun visible, he not gon' shoot

Yeah yeah, peanut butter seats, yeah it's out the coupe

Yeah sticks on him and the shooter made the news

Smokin' Runts in a lil' bitty coupe, I dropped the roof

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

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

Worry 'bout that, this ain't 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

[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?" ************ even play

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

Balenciaga make yo' ************ wanna choose up

I'm in Hollywood hills with a shoota

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 fake ************

I'm on Cleveland with Lil Keed and the snakes, ************

Play with me, get long lived, from your name, ************

Up eight figures, so I stopped wearing chains, ************

[Chorus: Lil Keed]

(Keed talk to 'em!)

Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin', watch yo' shoes

Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin', south boy too

Yeah yeah, his gun visible, he not gon' shoot

Yeah yeah, peanut butter seats, yeah it's out the coupe

Yeah sticks on him and the shooter made the news

Smokin' Runts in a lil' bitty coupe, I dropped the roof

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

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

Worry bout that, 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

[Verse 3: Lil Keed]

Choppa will blast that, I got all this *******' paper on me, I don't even cash out

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

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

Ridin' round with a *******' gat, you ain't killin' ************

You ain't even need a *******' strap, you 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

[Chorus: Lil Keed]

(Keed talk to 'em!)

Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin', watch yo' shoes

Yeah yeah, Balenciaga steppin', south boy too

Yeah yeah, his gun visible, he not gon' shoot

Yeah yeah, peanut butter seats, yeah it's out the coupe

Yeah sticks on him and the shooter made the news

Smokin' Runts in a lil' bitty coupe, I dropped the roof

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

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

Worry bout that, 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