Balenci
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh no, no, no, no
What, yeah
Bee
Bee
{Chorus: twinnjrr!}
Yeah, I'm in a GLE coupe, just watch how I whip, yeah can't get caught in no jam
If he play with the gang, then we pull up with K's and them AK's, he gon' die where he stand
And this bitch tryna fuck me, and she don't even know my name, bitch a groupie and that bitch a fan
Bitch we got the Glocks on us, we can make yo' ass viral, Uh-huh, I ain't talkin' bout Cam
And I just wanna fuck, so why is you talkin'? I'm sorry lil' baby, that's the way that I am
And I'm rockin' Balenci, Balenci, Balenci, Balenci, look like I just stepped outta Hell
And my bitch rock Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy, got bands on us, wе ain't takin' no L's
Yeah shades on me, causе I'm high as hell
Shout out the gang, snake bite, YSL
{Verse 1: twinnjrr!}
And she sending me pictures I can't even open in public
I'm in the club with a blick on me, if you try me, yeah i'ma blow like a trumpet
I be pipin' ya' bitch, if you think something up, I don't really know shit, gang I'm just a plumber
I might pull up on you with blick, treat my guns like my ex's, Uh-huh, I just pipe it and dump her
I ain't ever had nothin', I ran up 300, I was so damn broke made me sick to my stomach
Yeah fuck my ex's said "I wouldn't be nothing"
Know they mad at what I'm becoming, yeah
{Verse 2: Viirxl}
Like bitch is you mad? Or nah?
Like bitch is you mad? Or nah?
Got that Balenci they think that it's stolen
And she grabbin' my dick, but this Glock is my boner
Lil' bitch I go nuts for that dough, like I'm Homer
She send me that 50, still comin' over
Diamonds dancin' all over my fuckin' shoulder
Bitch I get to the green like a 4 leaf clover
Double cup in my hand, in that bitch
And I'm doin' tricks on it
And I'm doin' tricks on this bitch
Say she a freak, but you gotta send me a band, to come and lay up in this bitch
Stayin' with me
N***a you outta ya' mind, gotta spend money rollin' this spliff
Rollin' this spliff, oh yuh
Rollin' this spliff, oh yuh
{Chorus: twinnjrr!}
Yeah, I'm in a GLE coupe, just watch how I whip, yeah can't get caught in no jam
If he play with the gang, then we pull up with K's and them AK's, he gon' die where he stand
And this bitch tryna fuck me, and she don't even know my name, bitch a groupie and that bitch a fan
Bitch we got the Glocks on us, we can make yo' ass viral, Uh-huh, I ain't talkin' bout Cam
And I just wanna fuck, so why is you talkin'? I'm sorry lil' baby, that's the way that I am
And I'm rockin' Balenci, Balenci, Balenci, Balenci, look like I just stepped outta Hell
And my bitch rock Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy, got bands on us, we ain't takin' no L's
Yeah shades on me, cause I'm high as hell
Shout out the gang, snake bite, YSL
Oh no, no, no, no
What, yeah
Bee
Bee
{Chorus: twinnjrr!}
Yeah, I'm in a GLE coupe, just watch how I whip, yeah can't get caught in no jam
If he play with the gang, then we pull up with K's and them AK's, he gon' die where he stand
And this bitch tryna fuck me, and she don't even know my name, bitch a groupie and that bitch a fan
Bitch we got the Glocks on us, we can make yo' ass viral, Uh-huh, I ain't talkin' bout Cam
And I just wanna fuck, so why is you talkin'? I'm sorry lil' baby, that's the way that I am
And I'm rockin' Balenci, Balenci, Balenci, Balenci, look like I just stepped outta Hell
And my bitch rock Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy, got bands on us, wе ain't takin' no L's
Yeah shades on me, causе I'm high as hell
Shout out the gang, snake bite, YSL
{Verse 1: twinnjrr!}
And she sending me pictures I can't even open in public
I'm in the club with a blick on me, if you try me, yeah i'ma blow like a trumpet
I be pipin' ya' bitch, if you think something up, I don't really know shit, gang I'm just a plumber
I might pull up on you with blick, treat my guns like my ex's, Uh-huh, I just pipe it and dump her
I ain't ever had nothin', I ran up 300, I was so damn broke made me sick to my stomach
Yeah fuck my ex's said "I wouldn't be nothing"
Know they mad at what I'm becoming, yeah
{Verse 2: Viirxl}
Like bitch is you mad? Or nah?
Like bitch is you mad? Or nah?
Got that Balenci they think that it's stolen
And she grabbin' my dick, but this Glock is my boner
Lil' bitch I go nuts for that dough, like I'm Homer
She send me that 50, still comin' over
Diamonds dancin' all over my fuckin' shoulder
Bitch I get to the green like a 4 leaf clover
Double cup in my hand, in that bitch
And I'm doin' tricks on it
And I'm doin' tricks on this bitch
Say she a freak, but you gotta send me a band, to come and lay up in this bitch
Stayin' with me
N***a you outta ya' mind, gotta spend money rollin' this spliff
Rollin' this spliff, oh yuh
Rollin' this spliff, oh yuh
{Chorus: twinnjrr!}
Yeah, I'm in a GLE coupe, just watch how I whip, yeah can't get caught in no jam
If he play with the gang, then we pull up with K's and them AK's, he gon' die where he stand
And this bitch tryna fuck me, and she don't even know my name, bitch a groupie and that bitch a fan
Bitch we got the Glocks on us, we can make yo' ass viral, Uh-huh, I ain't talkin' bout Cam
And I just wanna fuck, so why is you talkin'? I'm sorry lil' baby, that's the way that I am
And I'm rockin' Balenci, Balenci, Balenci, Balenci, look like I just stepped outta Hell
And my bitch rock Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy, got bands on us, we ain't takin' no L's
Yeah shades on me, cause I'm high as hell
Shout out the gang, snake bite, YSL