Goyard
Hop in the AMG that shit go bang
Free my brothers locked up in the cage (yeah)
Steady rockin' all Helmut Lang
Ain't no shoppin' at the clearance lane (nah)
Pull up with the Glock it came thirteen
On the island these niggas some fiends
Pull up with dracos and 13s
Came wit a Glock and a beam and it came wit da bean (ayy)
I need wock I cup a double cup
Yeah I hurt my liver fuckin' it up
Damn I pull up in da Bentley trucks
Yeah that bitch she wanna have some luck (nah)
I ain't really fuckin' with them fiends
Pull up with a Glock thirteen
I'm aiming for them heads
I aim for T's
Niggas know I'll put you on a tee (yeah)
AMG dat bitch it go bang
Keep my Glock or Draco
Keep my brother every day
We came from the mud
These niggas talkin' shit they ain't with us
They ain't really one of us
Gotta keep em K yeah I keep em buzzed
I been ballin' like Milwaukie Bucs
Nigga trippin he ain't really stackin'
I been in the trap really stackin'
Water whippin' up my wrist
Goddamn that shit hurt just like a bitch
And yeah my pop raised me real good
Yet I'm down bad up in the hood
Niggas know I been so true to this
Rockin' True jeans since a jitterbug
That's who it is
Now that bitch she really want me
But I ain't really doin no more love
224, open up yo door
Knockin' at your door we answerin' this hoe
Pullin' up with droves got hella dough
Count all these rack yeah you know fosho
Helmut on my Lang
Niggas know my scene
And Maison Miharas on my fuckin' feet
Got some Gucci on my muhfuckin waist
Soon I'm about to have diamonds on my fuckin' face
Free my brothers locked up in the cage (yeah)
Steady rockin' all Helmut Lang
Ain't no shoppin' at the clearance lane (nah)
Pull up with the Glock it came thirteen
On the island these niggas some fiends
Pull up with dracos and 13s
Came wit a Glock and a beam and it came wit da bean (ayy)
I need wock I cup a double cup
Yeah I hurt my liver fuckin' it up
Damn I pull up in da Bentley trucks
Yeah that bitch she wanna have some luck (nah)
I ain't really fuckin' with them fiends
Pull up with a Glock thirteen
I'm aiming for them heads
I aim for T's
Niggas know I'll put you on a tee (yeah)
AMG dat bitch it go bang
Keep my Glock or Draco
Keep my brother every day
We came from the mud
These niggas talkin' shit they ain't with us
They ain't really one of us
Gotta keep em K yeah I keep em buzzed
I been ballin' like Milwaukie Bucs
Nigga trippin he ain't really stackin'
I been in the trap really stackin'
Water whippin' up my wrist
Goddamn that shit hurt just like a bitch
And yeah my pop raised me real good
Yet I'm down bad up in the hood
Niggas know I been so true to this
Rockin' True jeans since a jitterbug
That's who it is
Now that bitch she really want me
But I ain't really doin no more love
224, open up yo door
Knockin' at your door we answerin' this hoe
Pullin' up with droves got hella dough
Count all these rack yeah you know fosho
Helmut on my Lang
Niggas know my scene
And Maison Miharas on my fuckin' feet
Got some Gucci on my muhfuckin waist
Soon I'm about to have diamonds on my fuckin' face
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Writer(s): Davon Chavez
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