balenciaga

chris sails

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