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causifye, vazclare, & chris hidal - balenci lyrics

[chorus: causifye]
i got a chop with a flash, yuh
she gon’ do it for a nickel
b+tch i be smoking on gas, yuh
while she be tickling’ my pickle
if he wants smoke, then its up
do i want, yeah i don’t give a f+ck
i got two choppas, i kick it with che
me and vaz blowing’ up yea, i can’t switch on my gang
and spec might k!ll you, we not playin’ games
huh, run that, run that check yeah run that
i need a check yeah, run that
i need a check yeah run that b+tch up

[verse 1: causifye]
b+tch i’m the king of this sh+t like james
b+tch i’m the goat no debate
say it with your chest, don’t spray
i sit down, talk, then i get paid
don’t come down here, its a one way
not talking bout’ bread but it’s minute made
huh, huh, she just got locked up, scottiе pippen
get a new incomе it need to quicken
had to cut ties with bro’s like a ribbon
yo b+tch called up gang, hand her back in a different condition
[verse 2: specxfic]
first n+gga that try to run
we finna shoot, and it ain’t got be fun
my ho she bad, she got a b+tt
f+ck gettin’ paper i don’t want none
i shoot boy with that, make him stutter
baby i know where i wanna cum
they gonna copy, they all my sons
yo scratch that, i run around in a h+llcat
i made a k off of cashapp
d+ck in her mouth, cause i bounce back
no, you cannot get your racks back
i run around n+gga with a black cap
run up on me, turn that boy to a hashtag
i’m making bread, yeah

[verse 3: chris hidal]
yeah, they call me the, they call me the band man
huh, popped two rubber bands man
she said “beat it up” call me kankan
i got a glock, bla+blam him
huh, she said you a b+tch “can’t stand him”
all of these b+tches tryna f+ck with me
i’m getting high with the gang, we ain’t landin’
i’m tryna roll+up, get her pantin’
i cannot f+ck with these b+tches throwing tantrums
i popped a perc, now i’m doing a handstand
why the f+ck you scared of guns?
you said that’s your gang but we know that you front
yeah, i don’t give a f+ck
i know that b+tch just f+ck
i double up, put a four in the cup
by the way, don’t trade no b+tch ’cause you know she a sl+t
[verse 4: che]
first n+gga that tryna run, we gonna shoot, it will not be fun
i gotta stick to my gun, mine like a bae, we big like a truck
she give me neck like an ostrich
i’ll get my n+gga to keep me locked in
n+ggas so broke they could beef for the profit
landed in houston might go to the rockets
i went “balenci, balanci, balanci, balenci”
then freed the lil gun in my pocket
go in with faygo that door we be knockin’
i’m the one holding this sh+t like mbappe
and my n+ggas shooting like dragic
i went ahead and new ricky, new ricky, new ricky
i had to upgrade on my closet

[verse 5: vazclare]
i got balenci, balenci, balenci, balenci, balenci that stay on my toes
i got the henny, the henny, the henny
i told lil bro “get ready to pour”
all of my bros say “this yo’ year” but i tell ’em “bro, i already know”
all of my bros say “face yo fears”
but they don’t know that i don’t got none of those
i just been runnin’ up bands for the past few months
now all of these hoes wanna f+ck me
he said that he want the smoke
but he really don’t ’cause he know this sh+t could get ugly
you know i’m getting this cash, guap, mula
whatever i’m getting my money
you know that we gonna crack his madula if he wanna go and talk funny
[chorus: causifye]
i got a chop with a flash, yuh
she gon’ do it for a nickel
b+tch i be smoking on gas, yuh
while she be tickling my pickle
if he wants smoke, then its up
do what i want, yeah i don’t give a f+ck
i got two choppas, i kick it with che
me and vaz blowing up yea, i can’t switch on my gang
and spec might k!ll you, we not playin’ games
huh, run that, run that check yeah run that
i need a check yeah, run that
i need a check yeah run that b+tch up

- causifye vazclare chris hidal lyrics

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