The Devil Wears Balenciaga lyrics

[Intro]
(That's what I thought you said. Now let me offer this as a rebuttal)
Okay I️ walk up in that b*tch, I️ hit that twice like a replay
You know I ran up in his sh*t, he had to talk to my keyblade
And I be posted with the clique, I'm running sh*t like a relay
And I️ be rockin' out like Green Day, boy you can’t even relate
I'm just like woah
(If I had a heart, this would be where I die of laughter)

[Pre-Chorus]
Yuh, ayy, okay
Chelsea booted up and you know that hoe YSL b*tch
I just want these b*tches to myself cause I am selfish
I'm just meditating, boy I'm smoking on that loud sh*t
You was hating on me, now you see I'm fly as hell, b*tch, ooh

[Chorus]
I be killing sh*t just like I'm hellsing, ooh
I be killing sh*t just like I'm hellsing, ooh
I be killing sh*t just like I'm hellsing, ooh
I be killing sh*t just like I'm hellsing

[Verse]
I said like
I talked to the devil and he had Balenciagas on
Boy you know I’m sh*tting on that fit look at these Prada jawns
People /round me switching up they looking like some Autobots
2017 I’m blowin up like I was Alderaan
Bi-b*tch I’m smoking fat doinks, blowin' purple like Spyro
I know your parents saw my lyrics and they think that I’m wild
And b*tch I'm screaming f*ck a job, but I get paper like thousand
I’m a motherf*ckin' angel, sing like Destiny's Child
Woah, aye, I'm facing L's like I’m light, b*tch
Mix the Virgil with the Nike kicks
Gummy spiders in my Sprite, b*tch
Nice kid, I don’t fight sh*t
I got all this rick up on me like where the f*ck is Morty?
Told that b*tch to get up off me, she cannot afford me
Drink a couple brewskis, with my boys we sippin' 40s
Got the ruby red margielas b*tch I’m Savage and LIL Dorothy
I ain’t even want to smash on that b*tch
I just hit it once and vanish savage casp on that b*tch
Spend a bag on my fit, like yo dad in my pics
And I’m icy as a b*tch, I look like Wrath of the Lich
Started talking sh*t because they see that I’m balling
I’m flexin' harder than the Asians that you see at yo' college
I'm yellin' "Free my brother Gabe" 'cause he know that I’m solid
I got a couple thousand plays and now my exes keep calling
I said "Off-white tee with the cranberry mom shorts"
Homies pull up with the sticks like they just came from Hogwarts
Tennis racket in my hand, you know that I’m a baller
Smoking on that J like Jesus Christ, almighty father
Let my pistol dump on him, you'd think I had a poop fetish
'Bout to blow myself up, you would think I got like two Reddits
I be gettin' guap like Faze Clan when they post new edits
Recon Armor Halo 3, you know that I'ma stay flexin'
Looking a ninja sword, I stay in the cut
Told that b*tch I’m Guy Fieri and she turned to a sl*t, ayy
My sh*t go retarded, boy I’m screaming "f*ck a chromosome"
I just drank a double cup of NyQuil, 'bout to overdose
And I'm making music, f*ckin' thots, and eatin' Toblerone
And I still love my idols, shout to Darius and Post Malone
Yuh, ayy, okay
[Pre-Chorus]
Chelsea booted up and you know that hoe YSL b*tch
I just want these b*tches to myself cause I am selfish
I'm just meditating, boy I'm smoking on that loud sh*t
You was hating on me, now you see I'm fly as hell, b*tch, ooh

[Chorus]
I be killing sh*t just like I'm hellsing, ooh
I be killing sh*t just like I'm hellsing, ooh
I be killing sh*t just like I'm hellsing, ooh
I be killing sh*t just like I'm hellsing