Goyard

Hold on let me light this wood you keep this bitch playing though
Matter fact, matter fact, hold on
Aye, on the phone with Bam all he say is go hard
My baby fresh out the hole, he said they fear him on the yard
I ain't just in my bag boy I'm in my Goyard
Free Macy FaceTimed me with 80 off of cars
God gave me a gift I promised him imma use it
Fucked my stomach lining up from the lean cause I abused it
You useless, sitting on your ass like you stupid
I could only love the jug, I been watching out for Cupid
Percocet be cut got a nigga on the moon
Up thinking about my life I need a mansion before June
You niggas fools
Satisfied with getting high and some food
Spend that shit and get it right back
Yea I'm in the groove
Boy you screwed, tryin' go against me, I bet you lose
My dawg in the office whipping up them ones and twos
I'm cool but when I sip the red it make me bool
My friends dead off the drink I fell like Lil Uzi
Slim bitch but if you ask me she got a lil booty
If I tap in with them they will bring you straight to me
Niggas flashing petty money, man I spent that on some hoodies
I swear I don't start nothing I just hang around some bullies
I need cookie once I fire this wood up don't talk to me
I done been heart broke but being broke the worst feeling
I'm worth millions, once I get it no more jugging the dealer
I know I'm the way out for me and my niggas and our children
Aye, on the phone with Bam all he say is go hard
My baby fresh out the hole, he said they fear him on the yard
I ain't just in my bag but I'm in my Goyard
Free Macy FaceTimed me with 80 off of cars
God gave me a gift I promised him imma use it
Fucked my stomach lining up from the lean cause I abused it
You useless, sitting on your ass like you stupid
I could only love the jug, I been watching out for Cupid
Wockhardt or Hi-Tech, I don't know which one better
The way you hound that lil bitch, She might as well have a tether
Do better, She cheat with me, I get her wetter
I ain't got to be the goat but if I'm not then who better
In the mall a extra hour taking pictures with my setup, can't let up
A nigga get beside us if he wet up
You broke as hell with a gun waiting for a setup
Number one rule in that storm, nigga keep yo head up
Feeling myself and they don't like it I'm a Hypebeast
Baby Smoove, check me out shit I'm where the hype be
Do I got my drake? Hell yea you fucking right B
Feel like yesterday I'm out them stores with my I.D
If I get sick just put some drank in my I.V
Ima sneak the Glock in cause they don't really search me
Only answer for the money, people call and hurt me
I wish I would claim a hoe ain't none of you bitches worthy



Credits
Writer(s): Demetrius Lewis, Baby Smoove
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