Balenciaga lyrics

[Chorus: Chris Sails]
If a n*gga want smoke, then we can go to war
Leave a n*gga stretch on a boulevard
Hopping out of style in Balenciagas
Never catch me lacking b*tch, I keep a chopper

[Verse 1: Chris Sails]
I can see the hate with a blindfold
I can count a million with my eye closed
I'm an alien, I'm in a different time zone
I done did some sh*t that only God knows
Only God knows, only God knows
Only God knows
And n*ggas show me how they rocking
Fighting depression, these drugs in my body
If a n*gga want smoke then, we aiming for his noggin
Leave that pus*y topless
And if your gang want static
We gone let them b*tches have it
We gone let them b*tches have it, yeah
We gone let them b*tches have it

[Chorus: Chris Sails]
Cause, if a n*gga want smoke, then we can go to war
Leave a n*gga stretch on a boulevard
Hopping out of style in Balenciagas
Never catch me lacking b*tch, I keep a chopper
[Verse 2: Chris Sails]
We got racks, we got jays n*gga tell me what you need
I got goons, in the [?] n*gga they'll shoot for me
Oh na na na
But we gone make it through the rain
Open scars fill my pain
I know my son need me but, I need you too
Fix your attitude 'fore I get this tool
pus*y n*gga talking, he gone make the news
My brother keep the heat so Imma keep my cool
When they let my brother free, we gone do the fool

[Chorus: Chris Sails]
If a n*gga want smoke, then we can go to war
Leave a n*gga stretch on a boulevard
Hopping out of style in Balenciagas
Never catch me lacking b*tch, I keep a chopper

[Verse 3: Savay]
Ain't talking Benihana but we keep them chopsticks
Broke b*tches at the mall, they don't even cop sh*t
I can't f*ck with you because, you on that opp sh*t
Can't f*ck with me back then but now, they see I'm popping
No I ain't religious but my shoes Christian
b*tches following the wave, I gotta move different
Shoes ain't gotta lace but, he still tripping
Keep a double cup on me I be lean sipping
For you n*ggas [?], my whole team winning
That rollie and that purse mmhm it don't cost sh*t
All my exes want me back cause I'm a boss b*tch
Leave a n*gga bloody when his set cripping
[?] lane, no we swerving
Keep a Glock tucked, n*ggas lurking
Keep a strap on me in my Birkin
Now that pus*y dead, was it worth it
c*cky [?] and some curtains
My n*ggas in the field, steady working
n*ggas in the field steady working
Oh na na na