Black gloves black hoodie bandana
I pop up at ya crib like I'm Santa
A getting money nigga hustling my talents
But when u level up you gotta have balance
Drip
Big drip
Never catch me slipping big grip
Drip
Big drip
Never catch me slipping big grip
I got the trap going crazy I don't half step
Homie I be trapping till my last breath
I just copped me a chopper that shit spit like designer
These rappers ain't really real I put that on my momma
Bad bitches big bottles do this every night
Foreign cars speeding thru them headlights
Throwing money like Jay-z & Jermaine
With the top back screaming out money ain't a thing
Ran down on a opp he was talking hot
He be acting like a killer but I know he not
He was slippy
I was grippy
He was lit up
Don't move I want it all
This a stick up
Black gloves black hoodie bandana
I pop up at ya crib like I'm Santa
A getting money nigga hustling my talents
But when u level up you gotta have balance
Drip
Big drip
Never catch me slipping big grip
Drip
Big drip
Never catch me slipping big grip
Puday Piff - Balance Lyrics
Puday Piff - Balance Lyrics
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Black gloves black hoodie bandana
I pop up at ya crib like I'm Santa
A getting money nigga hustling my talents
But when u level up you gotta have balance
Drip
Big drip
Never catch me slipping big grip
Drip
Big drip
Never catch me slipping big grip
I got the trap going crazy I don't half step
Homie I be trapping till my last breath
I just copped me a chopper that shit spit like designer
These rappers ain't really real I put that on my momma
Bad bitches big bottles do this every night
Foreign cars speeding thru them headlights
Throwing money like Jay-z & Jermaine
With the top back screaming out money ain't a thing
Ran down on a opp he was talking hot
He be acting like a killer but I know he not
He was slippy
I was grippy
He was lit up
Don't move I want it all
This a stick up
Black gloves black hoodie bandana
I pop up at ya crib like I'm Santa
A getting money nigga hustling my talents
But when u level up you gotta have balance
Drip
Big drip
Never catch me slipping big grip
Drip
Big drip
Never catch me slipping big grip
I pop up at ya crib like I'm Santa
A getting money nigga hustling my talents
But when u level up you gotta have balance
Drip
Big drip
Never catch me slipping big grip
Drip
Big drip
Never catch me slipping big grip
I got the trap going crazy I don't half step
Homie I be trapping till my last breath
I just copped me a chopper that shit spit like designer
These rappers ain't really real I put that on my momma
Bad bitches big bottles do this every night
Foreign cars speeding thru them headlights
Throwing money like Jay-z & Jermaine
With the top back screaming out money ain't a thing
Ran down on a opp he was talking hot
He be acting like a killer but I know he not
He was slippy
I was grippy
He was lit up
Don't move I want it all
This a stick up
Black gloves black hoodie bandana
I pop up at ya crib like I'm Santa
A getting money nigga hustling my talents
But when u level up you gotta have balance
Drip
Big drip
Never catch me slipping big grip
Drip
Big drip
Never catch me slipping big grip
Writer: JEFFREY ZAFAR BUTT, JUAN ANDREW GARCIA
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Performed By: Puday Piff
Language: English
Length: 2:01
Written by: JEFFREY ZAFAR BUTT, JUAN ANDREW GARCIA