[Intro]
(RunThatBagWest)

[Chorus: R3 DA Chiliiman]
Balenciaga head to toe and still doin' skits
30 rounds inside this Glock, you don't stay with your stick
I rob n***as but that's just one of my talents
We tryna bop, we in here slamming through cabinets
Balenciaga head to toe and still doin' skits
30 rounds inside this Glock, you don't stay with your stick
I rob n***as but that's just one of my talents
We tryna bop, we in here slamming through cabinets

[Verse 1]
Diamonds dancing pocket stuff, we got knocks on us
We in here looking like a lick, but it's Glocks on us
When I show up, 100 thugs in the parking lot
S560s too big for a parking spot
He talk that, shoot him up, shit but he ain't tote no heat
I could be hanging by myself and still 30 deep
Balenciagas look like socks but they shoes, n***a
He bеat the bitch cause she want mе, let her choose n***a
I'm tryna stay awake, I'm in here nodding off the Wok
I only chase paper, after I fuck she gettin' blocked
Looking for a shitty [?] cause I ain't have a mask
They want us to pull over but we can't cause we ain't got a stash
If you see me performing, I'm on stage with my stick
After we flock the club, one of us leaving with yo bitch
Probably could dodge a punch but not 100 out this chop
Lean lean love me, even my momma know I bop
[Chorus]
Balenciaga head to toe, still doin' skits
30 rounds inside this Glock, you don't stay with your stick
I rob n***as but that's just one of my talents
We tryna bop, we in here slamming through cabinets
Balenciaga head to toe, still doin' skits
30 rounds inside this Glock, you don't stay with your stick
I rob n***as but that's just one of my talents
We tryna bop, we in here slamming through cabinets

[Outro]
(RunThatBagWest)