Lyrics Balenciaga - Lil Keed, 21 Savage

Balenciaga

Aye where you get that beat from?
Mooktoven!
Let’s go
KeedToven
(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 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 dog gonna 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