Balenci lyrics
by twinnjrr!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh no, no, no, no
What, yeah
Bee
Bee
{Chorus: twinnjrr!}
Yeah, I'm in a GLE coupe, just watch how I whip, yeah can't get caught in no jam
If he play with the gang, then we pull up with K's and them AK's, he gon' die where he stand
And this b*tch tryna f*ck me, and she don't even know my name, b*tch a groupie and that b*tch a fan
b*tch we got the Glocks on us, we can make yo' ass viral, Uh-huh, I ain't talkin' bout Cam
And I just wanna f*ck, so why is you talkin'? I'm sorry lil' baby, that's the way that I am
And I'm rockin' Balenci, Balenci, Balenci, Balenci, look like I just stepped outta Hell
And my b*tch rock Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy, got bands on us, wе ain't takin' no L's
Yeah shades on me, causе I'm high as hell
Shout out the gang, snake bite, YSL
{Verse 1: twinnjrr!}
And she sending me pictures I can't even open in public
I'm in the club with a blick on me, if you try me, yeah i'ma blow like a trumpet
I be pipin' ya' b*tch, if you think something up, I don't really know sh*t, gang I'm just a plumber
I might pull up on you with blick, treat my guns like my ex's, Uh-huh, I just pipe it and dump her
I ain't ever had nothin', I ran up 300, I was so damn broke made me sick to my stomach
Yeah f*ck my ex's said "I wouldn't be nothing"
Know they mad at what I'm becoming, yeah
{Verse 2: Viirxl}
Like b*tch is you mad? Or nah?
Like b*tch is you mad? Or nah?
Got that Balenci they think that it's stolen
And she grabbin' my di*k, but this Glock is my boner
Lil' b*tch I go nuts for that dough, like I'm Homer
She send me that 50, still comin' over
Diamonds dancin' all over my f*ckin' shoulder
b*tch I get to the green like a 4 leaf clover
Double cup in my hand, in that b*tch
And I'm doin' tricks on it
And I'm doin' tricks on this b*tch
Say she a freak, but you gotta send me a band, to come and lay up in this b*tch
Stayin' with me
n*gga you outta ya' mind, gotta spend money rollin' this spliff
Rollin' this spliff, oh yuh
Rollin' this spliff, oh yuh
{Chorus: twinnjrr!}
Yeah, I'm in a GLE coupe, just watch how I whip, yeah can't get caught in no jam
If he play with the gang, then we pull up with K's and them AK's, he gon' die where he stand
And this b*tch tryna f*ck me, and she don't even know my name, b*tch a groupie and that b*tch a fan
b*tch we got the Glocks on us, we can make yo' ass viral, Uh-huh, I ain't talkin' bout Cam
And I just wanna f*ck, so why is you talkin'? I'm sorry lil' baby, that's the way that I am
And I'm rockin' Balenci, Balenci, Balenci, Balenci, look like I just stepped outta Hell
And my b*tch rock Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy, got bands on us, we ain't takin' no L's
Yeah shades on me, cause I'm high as hell
Shout out the gang, snake bite, YSL