🎵 Balance // by 870glizzy

3 ContributorsBalance Lyrics [Intro] We gon' make it happen by any means necessary Yo, 8, what it do? One more time for the fuck niggas— (Okay) Shit, shit, aw shit [Chorus] Ch-ch-ch-check my bank account, bitch balanced Brand new check made off my talent She on—she on cam, wanna show her talent Sh-shake that fast, ho, don't lose balance (Go, go) All them niggas that doubted me (What?) I flex on them with straight malice (Lil' bitch) Scat Pack coupe outside (Outside) P-push-start button, I hop in and drive (Skrrt, skrrt) Hate them niggas that ain't on nothin' Don't got a license, but still D-ride (Bitch, get off) Came in with this Big Mac, had to supersize my clip Tеll 'em me and bro ballin', bitch, I'm Mike J and hе Pip (Yeah, oh yeah) [Verse 1] Yeah, don't wanna talk about paper, keep your lips closed T19 with extendos, bet that they run though when I hang out that window (Go, go) Bro got that Rondo, that mean a .9 We up five, that nigga behind Don't get in the whip if you don't got a stick 'Cause ain't no way that I'm passin' mine (Okay) [Bridge] Fuck that Ayy, fuck that (Fuck that) Fuck that (Oh shit) Ayy, fuck that (Fuck that) [Verse 2] Ayy, by any means necessary, I'ma go and make shit happen (Yeah, yeah) If it wasn't for rappin', probably be back with bro'nem trappin' shit (Trap, trap) In the sticks, pack a glick, thirty round, nigga run up, get hit (Come here) Then I'm out of state like ADHD, can't focus on shit (Aw yeah) She kept playin' games with me She dumb, she think she stayin' with me Yeah, tell her she got one time To get out of line, get left behind I don't give—I don't give a damn how fine This ain't my first time callin' a bad bitch mine (Yeah, right) I ain't lyin' 'bout it I leave and won't cry about it (Okay) 'Bout my bread, I'm dyin' 'bout it (Shit, shit) Ain't no sense in cryin' (Oh shit) [Chorus] Ch-ch-ch-check my bank account, bitch balanced Brand new check made off my talent She on—she on cam, wanna show her talent Sh-shake that fast, ho, don't lose balance (Go, go) All them niggas that doubted me (What?) I flex on them with straight malice (Lil' bitch) Scat Pack coupe outside (Outside) P-push-start button, I hop in and drive (Skrrt, skrrt) Hate them niggas that ain't on nothin' Don't got a license, but still D-ride (Bitch, get off) Came in with this Big Mac, had to supersize my clip Tell 'em me and bro ballin', bitch, I'm Mike J and he— (Yeah, oh yeah) [Outro] Ayy, fuck that (Fuck that) Ayy, fuck that (Oh shit) Fuck that (Fuck that, bitch) Ayy, fuck that (Fuck that) Ayy, fuck that (Fuck that) Ayy, fuck that (Oh shit) Fuck that (Fuck that, bitch) Ayy, fuck that (Fuck that)