Mannequiin (feat. JayNimba)

Aye Huh-ha Aye, aye, huh-ha Aye, aye, huh-ha Woah, Balance, yeah Me and the gang we some poppin' ass kids Talking shit, guarantee you get hit I f*ck on her friend and I f*ck on his bitch Woah, 'cause he ain't on shit I'm a star in the car but no, this not a wraith Been upping the bar, I jus keep it discrete We run through that money, this a paper chase I'm up and they not, can't relate Yeah, yeah Snakes in your garden you deaf to the hiss We only make hits, so we never gon miss Your bitch JSK now, she gave it a kiss You a bum and wannabe sippin' on tris You don't f*ck with Balance? It is what it is And we can get toxic my money legit Your bitch found some options, took her to the Ritz Bags come in today, just like everyday We really don't play, and they can't catch the wave They thinking they safe, when they talking cray I feel like a barber, I'm giving out fades Bitch my name Balance, you know what's the move That bitch got that ass on me, shake it and move I throw them lil dollars up, straight to the moon I'm never alone, with some JSK goons I just pulled off and these hoes they start panicking Walk in the sky, bitch, I feel like I'm Anakin I put it on, took it off of the mannequin He seen my ice then he turn to a mannequin And bitch I get dressed, I'm the flyest I did it at home, had to try it Suiting up in some bees, snakes and lions My bitch bi' so she f*ck your bitch bias Uh, been balling so crazy, been buzzin' this beater Uh, I'm fuckin' this hoe so I turned off my ringer Uh, been rocking out shows, Ima meet her and greet her Uh, give a f*ck 'bout this hoe because I do not need her Me and the gang we some poppin' ass kids Talking shit, guarantee you get hit I f*ck on her friend and I f*ck on his bitch Woah, 'cause he ain't on shit I'm a star in the car but no, this not a wraith Been upping the bar, I jus keep it discrete We run through that money, this a paper chase I'm up and they not, can't relate, huh Bitch, sung to the streets, huh, got some Wock in this bitch now we pouring it up Damn, there some on my jeans, huh, dick in your bitch now we fucking it up Damn, f*ck to the beat, huh, I'm the type of young man just to beat you ass up Yeah, for looking at me, huh Yeah, looking at me I got diamonds they shining, goddamn how we grinding, got bitch eating dick, eating dick till she vomit, I know, huh Bitches they play with their noses, huh Smoking on dope might go pro, huh Yeah, bitch I know, huh Yeah, bitch I know, huh Yeah, bitch I know Only want paper, lil bitch, keep the cents, when I spit in the mic, man you know I can't miss When I f*ck on a hoe, yeah you know I don't kiss Yeah we living like rockstars, we don't kiss, I'm on go So I gotta stay with a pole And that ARP got a scope And we gon' aim at yo' dome Me- Me and the gang we some poppin' ass kids Talking shit, guarantee you get hit I f*ck on her friend and I f*ck on his bitch Woah, 'cause he ain't on shit I'm a star in the car but no, this not a wraith Been upping the bar, I jus keep it discrete We run through that money, this a paper chase I'm up and they not, can't relate (JSK shit) Ha! Bet you can't band for band with me broke ass n****, I'm the devil