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 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