Lyrics
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-
Oh, I know, these are Balacananas
Huh, Backwood stuffed with a new opp
She ain't like her body, sent her to Miami to the tube shop
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 playin' fair (hell nah)
New Balacananas, I'll take a pair
Walk 'em in, pew-pew, leave 'em layin' there (layin' there)
I'm cleaner than a bitch, but I'm ridin' dirty (yoom)
Ain't got time for no hate, so I'm ridin' thirty (bah)
Fucked her at nine, made her leave around nine-thirty (you gotta go)
My bro can shoot too, he like Seth Curry
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)
Mixin' 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
The bitch that you love, she love me to death
I put the press on you, they say 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 (Yyom), Hellcat (skrrt), Rolex, Maybach
Wait what? That go with the Patek
4MATIC, 300 black, this shit automatic
Jump out the whip lookin' 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
Really get it started, bitch, I got no sense
I'll pay your ho rent
Huh, Backwood stuffed with a new opp
She ain't like her body, sent her to Miami to the tube shop
I'll show up with all shooters like a hoop squad