Mannequiin ft. JayNimba Lyrics

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 fuck on her friend and I fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck '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 fuck on her friend and I fuck 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, fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck on her friend and I fuck 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