Every Balmain

(L Beats)
My name ain't Louis, but I'll strong-arm you niggas

Rocking Louis like I'm Armstrong
Bitch, I think my .9 broke
I got every Balmain top
Bitch, this dick is not yours
Sweater with the rhinestone
Bought my girl a Pomeranian dog
Damn near look like Tom Brady, yeah
If twelve pull up, we ain't related, dawg
If twelve pull up, we ain't related
Brand new baby, I surrogated
That money just keep on generating, yeah

Ran up and I came in it
Giving it to her raw
Say Ariel for Thanksgiving
I'ma switch your car, sweetie
I'ma show my boss I'm handling business
That thing I rock be tailor-fitted
Lil' shawty love to give me medded top
Pulling up, Cullinan, all season
I ain't bluffing, I'm calling it how I see it
My niggas do numbers, we undefeated
Had everything but a mausoleum
Big bank on me like two [?]
Fish tank look like museum
Shawty got me woozy
Girl, why you wore that two-piece?
Remember stealing mopeds
The molly keep me on edge
Lil' shawty love to give me medded top
I'ma show my boss I'm handling business
That thing I rock be tailor-fitted
Lil' shawty love to give me medded top

Rocking Louis like I'm Armstrong
Bitch, I think my .9 broke
I got every Balmain top
Bitch, this dick is not yours
Sweater with the rhinestone
Bought my girl a Pomeranian dog
Damn near look like Tom Brady, yeah
If twelve pull up, we ain't related, dawg
If twelve pull up, we ain't related
Brand new baby, I surrogated
That money just keep on generating, yeah

(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Kutthroat Bill, Kodak Black
I'm slaying her, I'm slaying her
You pussy niggas don't wear enough
I ain't even tryna get jammed up
Keep switching up, brand new Android
Feel like the feds be watching me everywhere I go, I'm paranoid
Still keep a .9 millimeter on me
All my fingers got Super Bowl rings
How you gon'—, how are you sleeping on me?
Lil' nigga, I do big ole' things
Mask on 'cause these bitches be sick
Racks on me, 'bout to pay for a hit
Keep hand sanitizer 'cause you niggas be dirty
Bet I get all of my Balmain early
Catch me outside, lil' nigga, it's lit
My P.O. fine, I'ma tell her to quit
She already know I got meth in my piss
Everybody know it be death in this bitch
Fuck what the paper say, that ain't my jit
If Brady pull up, nigga, that ain't my stick
The police be asking 'bout murders and shit
I'ma stand up, nigga, I'll take me a sit
Kill Bill, mam pam, prrrrt, grrt
I'm gleerious, they curious
I'm sweating up bitch, I respect my dick
I won't fuck no ho' on her period
Shawty say she want CC, I ain't even got no email
I'm pulling up, Cullinan, all season
Pulling up, Cullinan, all season