Balenciaga – Lil Keed ft. 21 Savage

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(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’ Runts 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 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 ni*** 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 dog gonna get bands
Me and my dog f*** 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

(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’ Runts 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 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

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 even play
‘Savage, why nobody wanna front you nothin’?’ Cause I used to take
Balenciaga make yo’ bitch 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 Bape ni***
I’m on Cleveland with Lil Keed and the snakes, ni***
Play with me, get ‘long live’, in front of your your name, ni***
Up eight figures, so I stopped wearing chains, ni***

(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’ Runts 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 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 app
Wearin’ all that out of date jewelry, need to trash that
Yeah you hear them pipes on that fuckin’ Hellcat, young ni*** 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 love 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’, 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’ Runts 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 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