Goyard God

(Oh, baby)
Hundred block (hundred block)
Huh, hundred block (hundred block)
Pimpstead, nigga
Shit crazy

Answered the call, declared war
I swore I saw blood on the dance floor (I seen it)
Contact the janitor when the shells from the hammer fall
Laying on the floor by the handful
It's cool, the flannels made of lamb's wool
Took my chances dancing with wolves
Now the Lamborghini Urus is tangible
The steering wheel ain't never felt hands this smooth (never)
It's crazy I don't even get manicures (woo)

I told shorty, she stole jewelry from me
This authority (sit yourself down, yeah)
You can't be airing out family laundry, that shit corny (shit corny)
The naked city came with eight million stories
Baby girl eyeballs got watery (cryin')
Lord, give me the strength not to abuse my authority
How long is the tallest tree?
Got a quarter in the Goyard toiletry
In all colors from orange to green (woo)
I'm shitting on everything (shitting on everything)

Hey, Cartiers and Audemars Piguets
Tennis chains and diamond rings
Designer cars make the bitches wave
I'm shittin' on everything
Cartiers and Audemars Piguets
Tennis chains and diamond rings

My artistic prowess, these are God-given powers
Cowards ain't wanna give me my flowers, it's childish
Don't make me beat a bitch down on some Chris Brown shit
And spin the block on your town 'cause I'm well-rounded (sit yourself down, yeah)

Boy, I'll down you, you should wear crowded
Niggas down with you left dumbfounded
Astounding, cop the Patek Philippe drowned it
Left the counter wet like a pound of salmon
It's real, it don't just sound slick on the album
Six for the trousers, I'm just browsing arouses 11 thousand
It's hard to stay grounded when you a falcon (it's hard)

Huh, this the top the mountain
It's clouded, I don't know what clout is
I don't count niggas chips like accountants
I just know the crocodile's Italian
I don't know what else more I could tell ya
Huh, I don't know what else more I could tell ya

Hey, Cartiers and Audemars Piguets
Tennis chains and diamond rings (chill, man)
Designer cars make the bitches wave
(I genuinely be worried 'bout y'all niggas, man)
I'm shittin' on everything

(The fuck y'all niggas gon' do, man)
(When I wake up and find out this shit ain't gon' work?)
(Sit yourself down, yeah)

Cartiers and Audemars Piguets
Tennis chains and diamond rings (fuck it)
Designer cars make the bitches wave
I'm shittin' on everything (back to)
I'm shitting on everything (this, memories)

Designer cars make the bitches wave
I'm shitting on everything
Huh, nigga
(Oh, baby)

(In autumn water)
(It's not always easy)
(But as the salmon move forward upstream)
(The grizzlies are here too)



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Writer(s): C Meyer Rahkeim, S Miller Reuben
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