Unknown Balance Lyrics

It's like I can't get high, shit I got a high tolerance

Bitch you startin' to annoy me, get the fuck up off me

Bitch my fit fly as hell, takin' off ain't no stoppin me

Finessed a nigga did the dash, god damn that's highway robbery

250 milligrams, damn I'm sippin' high power

I'm tryna dodge 12, got me cuttin' up in rush hour

I got some caps and some shrooms, finna turn it to a powder

Now a nigga livin' in a cartoon like I'm Chowder

God damn, fuck the police bitch, I'm tryna do the dash

I just swiped for some clothes, got designer on my ass

I was always ditching class, asking for that hall pass

Got my bitch comin' through as she bringin' hillard pack

Bitch I get what I want, and your bitch get no allowances

Your bitch got good brain, damn this bitch very talented

Me vs you, it's like Gucci vs New Balances

I just cloned five cards, I don't know what the balance is

Lil' bitch drunk as fuck and walkin' out of Louie B's

Slapped that bitch across the face, she stepped on my Louis V's

Trap game gettin' rusty, I ain't talkin' Veeze

Hillard pack smellin' musty, it's like somebody peed

Lindsay Lohan pack, this dust'll make you sneeze

This bitch she thinks she Method Man, she's like I'm what you need

I'm like hell nah bitch, you ain't even what I want

I think this shit startin' to kick, I'm startin' to bend these corners

Police fuckin' with a nigga cause I'm smokin' marijuana

Askin' where I stashed the shit, got me sweatin' like a sauna

Me and my niggas stackin' up the ball for the summer

Nigga that is not a foreign bitch, you ridin' in a Hummer

It's like I'm playin' Call of Duty, bitch, I'm slidin' with a gunner

All my niggas known to rush, don't even try to run up

Bitch, I already been up and you niggas tryna come up

Think you really gettin' money, rack for rack, throw your funds up

Niggas really goin' broke, they can't even put a hund' up

This bitch won't stop suckin' till a nigga dones up

Every time a nigga step out, I got that shit on me

How you call the brokest nigga on your team your big homie?

Nigga, that ain't make no sense, you niggas lookin' up to nothing

Before you put it on the stove, bitch, you throw it in the oven

I think the police on my ass, bitch, I gotta change the subject

No a nigga do not a cap, but if they ask me, bitch, I'm bluffin

It's like I can't get high, shit I got a high tolerance

Bitch you startin' to annoy me, get the fuck up off me

Bitch my fit fly as hell, takin' off ain't no stoppin me

Finessed a nigga did the dash, god damn that's highway robbery

250 milligrams, damn I'm sippin' high power

I'm tryna dodge 12, got me cuttin' up in rush hour

I got some caps and some shrooms, finna turn it to a powder

Now a nigga livin' in a cartoon like I'm Chowder

God damn, fuck the police bitch, I'm tryna do the dash

I just swiped for some clothes, got designer on my ass

I was always ditching class, asking for that hall pass

Got my bitch comin' through as she bringin' hillard pack

Bitch I get what I want, and your bitch get no allowances

Your bitch got good brain, damn this bitch very talented

Me vs you, like Gucci vs New Balances

I just cloned five cards, I don't know what the balance is