1runit - Balenciaga

(Aye 1uck roll that shit up)

Yeah, yeah (yeah), we in A-town with it
Hit the bank teller, pull them racks out, buy a new whip, get out with it
I take no L's because I'm winning
Where the hoes at? Bet I'm with em'
She want Gucci and Balenciaga got a lot hunnids and you know I'll spend em'

Yeah I'm hot like Venus
Niggas pussy, always switching up, exactly why ion need em'
I can't trust nobody that'll talk shit behind your back, they all evil
Do you know ten people that's better than me, because I promise I don't either
Fuck that fake shit, I don't need em'

Yeah okay yeah (yeah), hold on okay go (okay)
Yeah, litty in the city, I get turned up with my bros
Yeah, know I put shit on, got Balenciaga all on my clothes
Yeah, hit that shit one time then you know I gotta pass it to my bro

Yeah, soon as I flex this money up in they face yeah they on go
Yeah, soon as I ran this money up, niggas ain't stop hitting up my phone
Yeah shout my boy DJ 1uck sliding on his beat like it's trombone
Yeah, pull up to my show, I get that bih lit then I'm gone
Yeah, then I hit that road

Dashing down that street (yeah yeah)
Uh, no I do not hesitate, just do it like Nike (okay)
Yeah, shout out to Atlanta know we run that southside deep
(Audio) Sound just like that ARP
Got to stay quick when you on your feet

Hit my dm's for that feat, know that shit come with a fee
Like Lebron with number six, know all my songs come with that heat (yeah)
Got yo ho up in my sheets, make her get down on her knees
For this d, now we fucking to the beat (yeah)

Yeah, yeah (yeah), we in A-town with it
Hit the bank teller, pull them racks out, buy a new whip, get out with it
I take no L's because I'm winning
Where the hoes at? Bet I'm with em'
She want Gucci and Balenciaga got a lot hunnids and you know I'll spend em'

Yeah I'm hot like Venus
Niggas pussy, always switching up, exactly why ion need em'
I can't trust nobody that'll talk shit behind your back, they all evil
Do you know ten people that's better than me, because I promise I don't either
Fuck that fake shit, I don't need em'

Yeah okay yeah (yeah), hold on okay go (okay)
Yeah, litty in the city, I get turned up with my bros
Yeah, know I put shit on, got Balenciaga all on my clothes
Yeah, hit that shit one time then you know I gotta pass it to my bro

Yeah, soon as I flex this money up in they face yeah they on go
Yeah, soon as I ran this money up, niggas ain't stop hitting up my phone
Yeah shout my boy DJ 1uck sliding on his beat like it's trombone
Yeah, pull up to my show, I get that bih lit then I'm gone
Yeah, then I hit that road

Written by:
Jeffrey Woods II

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