Goyrd - Balmain Balmain (feat. R-Blaze) Lyrics

Smoke that dope to the mouth where the day gone
Got my strap now I hope a Nigga say some
Hit it from the back tear out another hoe lace front
She got that bag with a pack put your face on
Got some cash with a plan I'mma waste some
Got some cash with a plan I'mma waste some
Now I got no more moves for the day
Find a new bag for the grab for the play
I ain't no dad she call me that I'm a bae
Run it back imma say, in her guts I'mma slay
Why I don't text back i don't even K
I shouldn't even lie my memory ain't great
It gets to me lowkey cue the little tuba
Maybe karma real cause a Nigga ain't Buddha
Got a lotta dirty money smelling like tuna
So me and OG clean it up with a loofa
About my huh
Love that huh
Money when it's my hand
I'm barely wrong
Coming strong
Bounce back flip that like a flapjack
Balmain ball
I won't fall
What I look like with no spotlight
I bought that bih
With a lick
Got my heater so I won't get sick
A lot of my problems cause I don't text back
I don't be on my phone unless it's bout that cash
I ran off on the devil like Johnny gat
Run around a question like I'm back in track
I ain't snitching on myself, I will not lack
I ain't stuck in the past like samurai jack
I'm bout my cheese I don't got no mac
Yeah I got that sauce I don't hear no quack
I don't hear no gang I don't hear no slatt
Loyalty boy that's my crack
You rep some hood like where that's at
You move that dope but you don't know math
Boy you smoking that trump pack, stop that
Nigga act hard someone pop that
Boy you smoking that trump pack, stop that
Nigga act hard someone pop that