Balenciaga

[Intro: Lil Keed]
(Ayy where you get that beat from? Mooktoven!)
Let's go
KeedToven
(Keed, talk to ’em)

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
(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 and the show, made the news
Smokin' Runtz 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-this ain't that
Worry ’bout that, where yo, where yo check at?
Worry ’bout that, worry 'bout that
You worried ’bout this, and this ain't that (Keed, talk to 'em)

[Verse 1: Lil Keed]
In that space coupe, free that nigga Ralph
We go way back like a sunroof, all these bitches rubbin' on me
I feel like I’m at Jeju's get that paper upfront
'Fore I even walk through (Keed, talk to 'em)
Let's go, me and my dog gon' 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

[Chorus: Lil Keed & 21 Savage]
(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' Runtz 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, worry 'bout that, this-this ain't that
Worry 'bout that, where yo, where yo check at? (Bought a 'Vette)
Worry 'bout that (Bought a 'Vette), worry, worry 'bout that (Straight up)
You worried 'bout this (Straight up, straight up), and this ain't that

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
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, eatin plates
"Savage, why nobody wanna front you nothin'?" 'Cause I used to take that
Balenciagas make yo bitch wanna choose up
I'm in Hollywood hills with a shooter
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, nigga
I'm on Cleveland with Lil Keed and the snakes, nigga
Play with me, get "long live" in front of your name, nigga
Up eight figures, so I stopped wearin' chains, nigga

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
(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' Runtz 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-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 (Keed, talk to 'em)

[Verse 3: Lil Keed]
Choppa 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 don'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

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
(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' Runtz 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-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