
Unknown Balance Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
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