KayLauron - Balmain Lyrics

This drip on me, when I walk its looking like rain
Uh, racks on me, in the pockets of these Balmain
Huh, I can't see, diamonds Chris Breezy on the chain
Yea, that shit pink, I wan hit Pinky need the brain
Uh, racks on me, in the pockets of these Balmain
Uh, racks on me, in the pockets of these Balmain
Uh, racks on me, in the pockets of these Balmain
Uh, racks on me, in the pockets of these Balmain
Fetty, I just want the fetty ooh
Big dripper got tennis chains I call that a setty ooh
I hop on this beat from Gage it get ugly like betty ooh
I been ballin' from young age now tell me who gon check me ooh
Ah, no got her on go
If you gon slide then you gotta let me know
I'm sure me and Lil galactic bros
Got Neek in the cut and he up there at the shore like woahh
Lil' pussy nigga a goofy
I ain't heard from you in months but when I drop you pop up like a groupie
Get it off vert like a uzi
Smokin' on cherry pie, yea I blew it down
I make music I don't even gotta try, I be floatin' now
Gimme brain that's cool, in the coupe that's cool
I, got too many blues
But I, don't got many boos
At max, I got like 2
He said he up next nah that's not true
I'm talkin' to bro over there not you
Fuck tryna run it up I'm tryna flew
I hit that bitch from a angle, and she look good, I'm doin' it, shawty acute
I treat this shit like Bojangles, whoever want it just pull up I'm giving you food
She gave me neck like a chain though
But it wasn't good, it's bad, it needed more drool
I just be stackin' right now, you not mans or my brudda I'm callin' you fool
This drip on me, when I walk its looking like rain
Uh, racks on me, in the pockets of these Balmain
Huh, I can't see, diamonds Chris Breezy on the chain
Yea, that shit pink, I wan hit Pinky need the brain
Uh, racks on me, in the pockets of these Balmain
Uh, racks on me, in the pockets of these Balmain
Uh, racks on me, in the pockets of these Balmain
Uh, racks on me, in the pockets of these Balmain

This drip on me, when I walk its looking like rain
Uh, racks on me, in the pockets of these Balmain
Huh, I can't see, diamonds Chris Breezy on the chain
Yea, that shit pink, I wan hit Pinky need the brain
Uh, racks on me, in the pockets of these Balmain
Uh, racks on me, in the pockets of these Balmain
Uh, racks on me, in the pockets of these Balmain
Uh, racks on me, in the pockets of these Balmain
Fetty, I just want the fetty ooh
Big dripper got tennis chains I call that a setty ooh
I hop on this beat from Gage it get ugly like betty ooh
I been ballin' from young age now tell me who gon check me ooh
Ah, no got her on go
If you gon slide then you gotta let me know
I'm sure me and Lil galactic bros
Got Neek in the cut and he up there at the shore like woahh
Lil' pussy nigga a goofy
I ain't heard from you in months but when I drop you pop up like a groupie
Get it off vert like a uzi
Smokin' on cherry pie, yea I blew it down
I make music I don't even gotta try, I be floatin' now
Gimme brain that's cool, in the coupe that's cool
I, got too many blues
But I, don't got many boos
At max, I got like 2
He said he up next nah that's not true
I'm talkin' to bro over there not you
Fuck tryna run it up I'm tryna flew
I hit that bitch from a angle, and she look good, I'm doin' it, shawty acute
I treat this shit like Bojangles, whoever want it just pull up I'm giving you food
She gave me neck like a chain though
But it wasn't good, it's bad, it needed more drool
I just be stackin' right now, you not mans or my brudda I'm callin' you fool
This drip on me, when I walk its looking like rain
Uh, racks on me, in the pockets of these Balmain
Huh, I can't see, diamonds Chris Breezy on the chain
Yea, that shit pink, I wan hit Pinky need the brain
Uh, racks on me, in the pockets of these Balmain
Uh, racks on me, in the pockets of these Balmain
Uh, racks on me, in the pockets of these Balmain
Uh, racks on me, in the pockets of these Balmain