Lyrics Red Bottoms & Balenciaga - Soulja Boy

Red Bottoms & Balenciaga

All I, do is count bands, count bands, bitch
Run up on me, get yo' ass fanned, bitch
M-16, get yo' ass blammed, bitch
Ridin' wit' my gang, we go ham, bitch
Balenciagas, red bottoms, red bottoms
Balenciaga, red bottoms, red bottoms
Balenciaga, red bottoms, red bottoms
Balenciaga, red bottoms, red bottoms
Uh, rockin' Balenciaga, hop a Rari
Uh, hop up out the Rari, 'rop a Maserati
Uh, 30 on me, shawty, shootin' up the party
Ayy, run up on Lil' Soulja, hit you wit' this .40
Ayy, I be goin' ham trappin' out the state
Ayy, runnin' all this dope through, through the United States
Ayy, and the next day I bet I beat the case
Ayy, ayy, ayy, shoot yo' ass up and yo' face
Ayy, ridin' 'round town like I’m in a race
Ayy, run up on me wrong, get hit wit' this K
Ayy, who the fuck is you?
I ain’t seen yo' face
Ayy, shoot that fuck nigga, dump him in the lake
Ayy, ayy, I be ridin' 'round catchin' plays
Ayy, you don’t know 'bout Dre, I shoot in broad day
Ayy, call the cops, boy, you ain’t safe
Ayy, ayy, catch you slippin', knock out yo' face
Ayy, I be ridin' 'round wit' that fuckin' K
Ayy, run up on me wrong, you can die today
Ayy, ayy, on God, shoot you in yo' face
Ayy, shoot you in yo' chest, yo' neck, all day
Ayy, I’ma shoot a nigga like repeatedly
Ayy, run up on me wrong, you get RIP’d
Ayy, knock you off yo' feet, tryna play wit' me
Ayy, King Soulja, Rich Gang, and UFB