Balacananas

(Album: Mafia Lord (Chapter II) - 2021)

Yeah, I'm just gon' say
'Cause these some nice-ass tennis shoes
What the, what the fuck is them, man?
Hold up, what's their name?
Oh, I know, these are Balacananas

Huh, Backwood stuffed with a new opp (With a new opp)
She ain't like her body, sent her to Miami to the tube shop (Mwah)
I'll show up with all shooters like a hoop squad
If you wanna take it there, we can take it there
Better cut the rules off, we ain't playing fair (Hell nah)
New Balacananas, I'll take a pair
Walk 'em in, pew-pew, leave 'em laying there (Laying there)

I'm cleaner than a bitch, but I'm riding dirty (Yoom)
Ain't got time for no hate, so I'm riding thirty (Bah)
Fucked her at nine, made her leave around nine-thirty (You gotta go)
My bro can shoot too, he like Seth Curry (Swish)
Pour champagne on the top of a bitch wig
All I do is ride big wheels like a big kid (I'm a big kid)
Mixing dog and some fentanyl, get it mixed in
My bitch block niggas' shots worse than Big Ben (Get that shit outta here)
Lam' truck sex is the best off a Percocet
I just got some neck, nutted quick, I'ma need a sec
The way my team keep going out of bounds, we gon' need a ref
Niggas say they out the way, don't talk me to death (Don't talk me to death)
The bitch that you love, she love me to death (Hahaha)
I put the press on you, they say it's death on you (It's death on you)
You ain't verified when I put a blue check on you
You only verified when the medic check on you
I'll have a set-up bitch put the neck on you
Hellcat (Yoom), Hellcat (Skrrt), Rolex, Maybach
Wait what? That go with the Patek (That go with the Patek)
4MATIC, 300 black, this shit automatic
Jump out the whip looking like a whole check and some more shit
I only fucked her once, she still your bitch (You can have her)
I don't mean change when I say I came four-nick (Blaow)
Really get it started, bitch, I got no sense (Bitch)
I'll pay your ho rent (Ho rent)

Huh, Backwood stuffed with a new opp (With a new opp)
She ain't like her body, sent her to Miami to the tube shop (Lift her shit up)
I'll show up with all shooters like a hoop squad (Woo)
If you wanna take it there, we can take it there
Better cut the rules off, we ain't playing fair (We ain't playing fair)
New Balacananas, I'll take a pair (Balacananas)
If I break up with my bitch, I'ma take her hair

Love limited (Love limited), pool infinity
I'ma keep it real, all my exes don't mean shit to me (Swear to God)
This Cuban on my neck cost a sixty-piece (Cost a sixty-piece)
Huh, she sucked me up, she thought I was doing EDD
If the head right, DameDot be there every night
If the smoke on, nigga, we gon' spin every night
Fuck a money counter, nigga, I'ma count up every thousand
Hit Miami for a week, I spend every dollar (I spend every dollar)
I can tell how she throw that ass, she tryna pay the bills (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Walking 'round the club barefoot, baby, where your heels? (Where your heels at?)
We don't even count them hoes no more, we gotta weigh the pills (Weight them bitches up)
You say you don't, but you love me, bitch, you fake as hell (You lyin')
I gotta come dub, I keep taking L's
My shirt came from Virgil, jeans came from Purple
This cup full of purple, move and I'ma hurt you (Don't move)
I'ma keep it one hundun (One hundun)
RGS got the smoke, now who want some? (Now who want some?)
Up the rup-a-bum-bum, make 'em run, run (Rup-a-bum-bum)
She a smart bitch, but she got a dumb one (Got a fatty)
Sam Bernstein, my money come lump sum (Woo)
Get a nigga hit with the stick (With the stick)
This ain't Apple, when your shit get cracked, you can't get it fixed (Hell nah)
Don't try my bitch, she got the blick
She'll send you to the gulag, now you heaven-sent (Bah, bah)
Ride my dick while I talk shit, I'ma buy you something (Mwah)
Nigga say he gon' do something to me, must be high or something (Must be blowed)
Dog say he slid, must've just rode by or something (Yoom)
'Cause no cap, I ain't even heard a shot or nothing (Ain't heard shit)

Balacananas
Man, sound that shit out, yo
Balacananas
Oh, no, Balacalalagias
Balacalagia
These must be foreign shoes (Yeah, this them foreign bitches there, yo)
Yeah, this them
Yeah, they from foreign, they, they foreign shoes
What them bitches is, Black?
This some Lakias, some shit like that
You worse than me
You worse than that nigga, man
It's Lia, it's Lia, whatever the fuck, I can't pronounce that (Man, those niggas)