Balenciaga By Xanman - Song Lyrics

Off of the drugs, I’m in a trance
I heard he a plug, we snaking his man
Got K’s and a Ruger, we slide in the back
My brother a shooter, he geeking for xan
I know that these niggas they not gonna slide
That little nigga said that he trappin’, he lied
I’m steppin’ on purp in my Margiela slide
Scoo got the.40 with the beam, he gone blast
Young nigga on money mission
These niggas bluffin’, they ain’t working the kitchen
Bustin’ a jugg, I’m flippin’ prescriptions
Lord forgive me, you know that I’m sinnin’
Lil’ nigga saying he in his team now
I got a Mac on me with a green dot
Balenciaga steppin’, I don’t wear Fila
Designer stepping, no I ain’t talking [?]

Go with me, I’ma hop out with the uzi
Hop out, we get to shooting
We heard he a plug, then we ’bout to move him
Call the plug up, he slide on a scooter
[?], comin’ out of Cuba
I got a jugg, let me call Scoo
I got a clip as long as a ruler
That nigga trapping backwards, he is a loser
Good men got a Mac with a cooler
Ooh, let’s go on a trip to Bermuda
Heard you got a gun don’t mean you a shooter
Surrounded by pills, I need me abusers
I’m coming up so they like where the love at
Yeah, the chopper make them do dubstep
We run up in a nigga pockets, where the dubs at?
My niggas already slid, we ain’t done yet
I ain’t even bring my gun yet
I trap all night ’til the sun set
And I got two sticks like a drum set
I’m on come up, that’s what she upset
Pull up with a chopper surprised they ain’t run yet
Ooh baby, I’m taking the risk
No body supports till you dead or you rich
Goyard bag, keep me a stick

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