Quis Mb - Just Quis (Outro) Lyrics

Balenciaga on my feet yeah
The street is cold I keep the heat yeah
He hating on me let him sleep yeah
No hotboy I’m just Quis yeah
Was rocking Nike on my feet yeah
I was starving couldn’t eat yeah
Still ain’t fall victim to the streets yeah
No hotboy I’m just Quis yeah
Balenciaga and Christian Louis Vuitton
Maison Margiela I want a few of them
I got some pressure but don’t really wanna lose him
But I can’t help if these bullets get to choosing
Trying to knock me down
Can’t let up won’t see me frown
Don’t care how much I fall I’m pushing back off the ground
Remember those staying down
Too many fakes come around
Shake hands see the smiles
I’m peeping it through the crowd
If you wasn’t there at a time When a yungin' was low no
Then don’t come around cause see that I’m rocking these shows no
These streets can be so cold
Heat up I’m clutching the pole
Repent cleansing my soul
For things I do the lord knows
Lord I’m sorry for all of the things I’ve done
No matter what I do you still gonn love me as your son
But sometimes in these streets you know I gotta trust the gun
Put one up in his temple
You know that he’s gonna run
I remember the times I didn’t have it
He wanna run up then you know it’s turning tragic
How you want it done know I be with all the static
Don’t step on my shoes cause you see I’m living lavish
Balenciaga on my feet yeah
The street is cold I keep the heat yeah
He hating on me let him sleep yeah
No hotboy I’m just Quis yeah
Was rocking Nike on my feet yeah
I was starving couldn’t eat yeah
Still ain’t fall victim to the streets yeah
No hotboy I’m just Quis yeah

Balenciaga on my feet yeah
The street is cold I keep the heat yeah
He hating on me let him sleep yeah
No hotboy I’m just Quis yeah
Was rocking Nike on my feet yeah
I was starving couldn’t eat yeah
Still ain’t fall victim to the streets yeah
No hotboy I’m just Quis yeah
Balenciaga and Christian Louis Vuitton
Maison Margiela I want a few of them
I got some pressure but don’t really wanna lose him
But I can’t help if these bullets get to choosing
Trying to knock me down
Can’t let up won’t see me frown
Don’t care how much I fall I’m pushing back off the ground
Remember those staying down
Too many fakes come around
Shake hands see the smiles
I’m peeping it through the crowd
If you wasn’t there at a time When a yungin' was low no
Then don’t come around cause see that I’m rocking these shows no
These streets can be so cold
Heat up I’m clutching the pole
Repent cleansing my soul
For things I do the lord knows
Lord I’m sorry for all of the things I’ve done
No matter what I do you still gonn love me as your son
But sometimes in these streets you know I gotta trust the gun
Put one up in his temple
You know that he’s gonna run
I remember the times I didn’t have it
He wanna run up then you know it’s turning tragic
How you want it done know I be with all the static
Don’t step on my shoes cause you see I’m living lavish
Balenciaga on my feet yeah
The street is cold I keep the heat yeah
He hating on me let him sleep yeah
No hotboy I’m just Quis yeah
Was rocking Nike on my feet yeah
I was starving couldn’t eat yeah
Still ain’t fall victim to the streets yeah
No hotboy I’m just Quis yeah