Lil Gnar - Balmain Biker

DP on the beat!

Foreign hoes, yeah, that's all that we know (know)
Rock shows everywhere that I go (go)
Don't know, all my diamonds, they froze (froze)
Back it up, back it up, back it up, back it up
I get the work, make it double up (double up)
Shoot it if you making double dutch (double dutch)

Uh, shit
Walking around with a double cup
All of these kids, they faded up (yeah)
Promethazine and rolling up
I know the rage is what they want (want)
Come to your town, we breaking out (out)
Uh, starting riots, all my niggas, they fighting (uh, fighting)
Bring the water in my chain just like Posedien (uh)
Spark the blunt, get high, where the lighter? (Lighter)
Lamborghini doing donuts, that's a death trap (skrrt, skrrt)
The Gnarly at Goyard, gon' have to acknowledge it (shit, shit)
Double up, double up, double up (double up)
I hit the pot with a uppercut (uppercut)
Don't even know what she faded off (faded off)
She off the Molly, feeling her body, feeling her bones, oh
I get them bands, I'm going up, straight to the moon
Astronaut high though, come be a rider
Matte black Balmain's, I look like a biker

Foreign hoes, yeah, that's all that we know
Rock shows everywhere that I go
Don't know, all my diamonds, they froze (shit, shit)
Back it up, back it up, back it up, back it up (shit)
I get the work, make it double up (double up)
Shoot it if you making double dutch (double dutch)

Shit, shit, I get bands no stopping (shit)
Fresh to death, no stylist (stylist)
I'ma die a legend (legend)
White girls off the acid like I'm Jimmy Hendrix (Hendrix)
Rockstar, thunderstruck, like I'm AC/DC (DC)
Your baby mama came way to me (way, shit, shit)
23 shots, I don't miss like Jordan
Twelve bands on your head just to make sure they don't
Half of my left wrist cost your mama mortgage
Couple shooters in the cut, R.I.P. to Fredo (fah, fah)
Staring at my grip too long, you might get pneumonia (damn)
Fuck with Johnny Dang, bust down my favorite water

Foreign hoes, yeah, that's all that we know
Rock shows everywhere that I go
Don't know, all my diamonds, they froze (shit, shit)
Back it up, back it up, back it up, back it up
I get the work, make it double up (double up)
Shoot it if you making double dutch (double dutch)

Written by:
Caleb Sheppard, Don Paschall

Publisher:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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