Balenciaga Lyrics by Lil Keed ft. 21 Savage


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(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 its out the coupe
Yeah sticks on him and the shooter made the news
Smokin’ [?] in a lil’ bitty coupe, I dropped the roof
Rubber band of blue cheese nigga, I don’t like it loose
And my bitches 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

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 [?], get that paper upfront
Before I even walk through (Keed talk to em!)
Lets go, me and my dog gonna get bands
Me and my dog fuck these hoes by the ten
It just me and my dog in that mofuckin’ Benz
I can’t wait for my dog to get out that fuckin’ can

(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 its out the coupe
Yeah sticks on him and the shooter made the news
Smokin’ [?] in a lil’ bitty coupe, I dropped the roof
Rubber band of blue cheese nigga, I don’t like it loose
And my bitches 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 vet)
Worry ’bout that (bought a vet), 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 vet
Bought a 85 cutlers off a crack
Balenciaga with Chanel, I mismatched
I’m Slaughter Gang dont get stabbed in your back
Ridin’ with a K, draco, call it lowercase
Baby momma got a [?] she dont tote [?]
“Savage, how you get your stain up?” Nigga even play
“Savage, why nobody wanna front you nothin’?” Cause I used to take
Balenciaga make yo’ bitch wanna choose up
Im in Hollywood hills with a shoota
I smoke dead people, I dont smoke hooka
Fuck with our gang, I’m a dog, don’t get chewed up
Saint Laurent on my back, this ain’t fake nigga
Im on Cleveland with Lil Keed and the snakes, nigga
Play with me, get long lived, from your name, nigga
Up eight figures, so I stopped wearing chains, nigga

(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 its out the coupe
Yeah sticks on him and the shooter made the news
Smokin’ [?] in a lil’ bitty coupe, I dropped the roof
Rubber band of blue cheese nigga, I don’t like it loose
And my bitches 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

Choppa will blast that, I got all this fuckin’ paper on me
I don’t even cash out, went out the other day
Drippin’, nigga the trash [?], 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, you ain’t real as me
He ain’t ever gave the [?] back, put the hood on my back
Put the hood on the map, comin’ for the biggest bag

(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 its out the coupe
Yeah sticks on him and the shooter made the news
Smokin’ [?] in a lil’ bitty coupe, I dropped the roof
Rubber band of blue cheese nigga, I don’t like it loose
And my bitches 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


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