Balenciaga
(专辑: Letter To My Ex 2 - 2019)
If a
nigga want smoke, then we can go to war Leave a
nigga stretch on a
boulevard Hopping out a
South in Balenciagas Never catch me lacking bitch, I
keep a
chopper I
can see the
hate with a
blindfold I
can count a
million with my eye closed I'm an alien, I'm in a
different time zone I
done did some shit that only God knows Only God knows, only God knows Only God knows And niggas show me how they rocking Fighting the
pressure, these drugs in my body If a
nigga want smoke then, we aiming for his noggin Leave that pussy topless And if your gang want static We gone let them bitches have it We gone let them bitches have it We gone let them bitches have it Cause, if a
nigga want smoke, then we can go to war Leave a
nigga stretch on a
boulevard Hopping out a
South in Balenciagas Never catch me lacking bitch, I
keep a
chopper We got racks, we got jays nigga tell me what you need I
got goons, in the
[?] nigga they'll shoot for me Oh na na na But we gone make it through the
rain Open scars fill my pain I
know my son need me but, I
need you too Fix your attitude 'fore I
get this tool Pussy nigga talking, he gone make the
news My brother keep the
heat so Imma keep my cool When they let my brother free, we gone do the
fool If a
nigga want smoke, then we can go to war Leave a
nigga stretch on a
boulevard Hopping out a
South in Balenciagas Never catch me lacking bitch, I
keep a
chopper Ain't talking Benihana but we keep them chopsticks Broke bitches at the
mall, they don't even cop shit I
can't fuck with you because, you on that opp shit Can't fuck with me back then but now, they see I'm popping No I
ain't religious but my shoes Christian Bitches following the
wave, I
gotta move different Shoes ain't gotta lace but, he still tripping Keep a
double cup on me I
be lean sipping For you niggas [?], my whole team winning That rollie and that purse mmhm it don't cost shit All my exes want me back cause I'm a
boss bitch Leave a
nigga bloody when his set cripping [?] lane, no we swerving Keep a
Glock tucked, niggas lurking Keep a
strap on me in my Birkin Now that pussy dead, was it worth it Cocky [?] and some curtains My niggas in the
field, steady working Niggas in the
field steady working Oh na na na