Kodak Black - Every Balmain lyrics

[Intro] (L Beats) My name ain't Louis, but I’ll strong-arm you ni**as [Chorus] Rockin' Louis like I'm Armstrong b*tch, I think my .9 broke I got every Balmain top b*tch, this dick is not yours Sweater with the rhinestone Bought my girl a Pomeranian dog Damn, that look like Tom Brady, yeah If twelve pull up, we ain’t related, dawg If twelve pull up, we ain't related Brand new baby, I surrogated That money just keep on generatin', yeah [Verse 1] Ran up and I came in it Givin' it to her raw [?] for Thanksgiving I'm switch your car suite I'ma show my boss I'm handlin' business That thing I rock be tailor fitted Lil’ shawty love to give me medded top Pullin’ up, Cullinan, all season I ain't bluffin’, I'm callin' it how I see it My ni**as do numbеrs, we undefeatеd Had everything, but the [?] [?] thing on me like [?] Fish take look like museum Shawty got me woozy Girl, why you wore that two-piece? Remember stealin' mopeds The molly keep me on edge Lil’ shawty love to give me medded top I'ma show my boss I'm handlin' business That thing I rock be tailor-fitted Lil' shawty love to give me medded top [Chorus] Rockin' Louis like I'm Armstrong b*tch, I think my .9 broke I got every Balmain top b*tch, this dick is not yours Sweater with the rhinestone Bought my girl a Pomeranian dog Damn, that look like Tom Brady, yeah If twelve pull up, we ain't related, dawg If twelve pull up, we ain't related Brand new baby, I surrogated That money just keep on generatin', yeah [Verse 2] (Ha, ha, ha, ha) Cut throat bear, Kodak play I'm slayin' her, I'm slayin' her You pussy ni**as don't wear enough I ain't even tryna get jammed up Keep switchin' up, brand new Android Feel like the feds be watchin' me everywhere I go, I'm paranoid Still keep a .9 millimeter on me All my fingers got Super Bowl rings How you gon'—, how are you sleepin' on me? Lil' ni**a, I do big ole' things Mask on 'cause these b*tches be sick Racks on me, 'bout to pay for a hit Need hand sanitizer 'cause you ni**as be dirty Bet I get all of my Balmain early Catch me outside, lil' ni**a, it's lit My P.O. fine, I'ma tell her to quit She already know I got meth in my piss Everybody know it be death in this b*tch fu*k what the paper say, that ain't my jit Be ready to pull up, ni**a, that ain't my stick The police be askin' 'bout murders and sh*t I'ma stand up, ni**a, I'll take me a sit Kill Bill, mam pam, prrrrt, grrt I'm gleerious, they curious I'm sweatin' up b*tch, I respect my dick I won't fu*k no ho' on her period Shawty say she want CC, I ain't even got no email I'm pullin' up, Cullinan, all season Pullin' up, Cullinan, all season