Balenciaga (feat. 21 Savage)

Ayy, where you get that beat from? Mooktoven Let's go KeedToven Keed, talk to 'em Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', watch yo' shoes (watch yo' shoes) Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', south boy 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 neat, I don't like it loose All my bitches, they got pretty feet, they don't own shoes Worry 'bout that (worry 'bout that) This ain't that (uh) Worry 'bout that (worry 'bout that) Where yo' check at? (Where yo' check at?) Worry 'bout that 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 dawg gon' get bands Me and my dawg fuck these hoes by the ten It just me and my dawg in that motherfuckin' Benz I can't wait for my dawg to get out that fuckin' can (Keed, talk to 'em) Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', watch yo' shoes (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 neat, I don't like it loose All my bitches, they got pretty feet, they don't own shoes Worry 'bout that (worry 'bout that) This ain't that (uh) Worry 'bout 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 Vette) Bought a '85 Cutlass off of crack (off of crack) Balenciaga with Chanel, I mismatched (I mismatched) I'm Slaughter Gang, don't get stabbed in your back Ridin' with a K, draco, call it lowercase (21) Baby mama got a Kel-Tec, she don't tote mace (straight up) "Savage, how you get your stain up?" Nigga, eatin' plates "Savage, why nobody wanna front you nothin'?" 'Cause I used to take Balenciagas make your bitch wanna choose up (on God) I'm in Hollywood Hills with a shooter (on God) I smoke dead people, I don't smoke hookah (straight up) 4L-gang, I'm a dog, don't get chewed up (straight up) Saint Laurent on my back, this ain't Bape nigga (straight up) I'm on Cleveland with Lil Keed and the snakes, nigga (straight up) Play with me, get "Long live" in front of your name, nigga (straight up) Up eight figures so I stopped wearing chains, nigga (straight up) Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', watch yo' shoes (watch yo' shoes) Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', south boy 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 neat, I don't like it loose All my bitches they got pretty feet, they don't own shoes Worry 'bout that (worry 'bout that) This ain't that (uh) Worry 'bout that (worry 'bout that) Where yo' check at? (Where yo' check at?) Worry 'bout that Worry 'bout that You worried 'bout this And this ain't that (Keed, talk to 'em) Chopper will blast that I got all this fuckin' paper on me, I don't need Cash App Wearin' all that out of date drip, you need to trash that 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, he ain't real as me He ain't never gave the love back, put the hood on my back Put the hood on the map, comin' for the biggest bag Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', watch yo' shoes (watch yo' shoes) Yeah, yeah, Balenciaga steppin', south boy 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 neat, I don't like it loose All my bitches, they got pretty feet, they don't own shoes (Keed, talk to 'em) Worry 'bout that (worry 'bout that) This ain't that (uh) Worry 'bout that (worry 'bout that) Where yo' check at? (Where yo' check at?) Worry 'bout that Worry 'bout that You worried 'bout this