Goyard - Duwap Kaine

Forgiatos ridin', Forgiatos ridin'

Presidential Rollie' got me feelin' like Joe Biden

No Saint’s Row, I’m at the hideout but I ain’t hidin'

This bitch kinda crazy, man she keep creatin' violence

I’m at my momma house so we gotta' fuckin' silence

When I was in LA I dressed myself, ain’t need no stylist

Bitch I’m from the hood, I can’t stop at no stop sign

Tried to open her legs and I pulled out a thot sign

I’ma take your car, lil' bitch I feel like I’m Glokknine

Say you got a torch, I got a Glock, watch me bust mine

Real trap nigga, I’m out here sellin' Tuss' lines

Broke ass nigga, you be waitin' at the bus line

8 on the chain, man I’m finna get a bustdown

You say you wanna' shoot, I gave you the pistol is you gon' bust now?

I got a thot, yeah the bitch a lil' bustdown

I got a pound, yeah the bag a lil' bustdown

Boy you don’t shoot cause' your gun turn into rust now

And they just freed my fuckin' shooter, it’s just us now

The bitch ask for money she gettin' cut now

I spent sixty bands and I’m like what now, that’s on my momma

Got a AR and it rip through cars now

My shooter comin' from home off that Greyhound

Smokin' Kush Factory, beans be the batteries

Think the police after me

My boy done caught a battery

And I’m in the studio, I told the engineer to send that track to me

And I’m at the bank, I told the teller give them racks to me

I could sell more fuckin' weed nigga than Master P

Your bitch in my hood, in that Impala, blastin' me

I ain’t give her no money so she mad at me

So if I give her this ten-piece I guess that’s rat in me

Hell nah bitch, if you think that’s how it’s finna' be

This bitch gettin' annoyin', man she keep sayin' «you a sin to me»

All these niggas do is hate, don’t need that energy

Why the fuck that nigga on Twitter wanna' mention me

Can’t even cook up for a rat, think you know how that kitchen be?

They got my nigga locked up for a petty misdemeanor

Hope I really go far with my damn demeanor

And I’m in my fuckin' mansions like a damn arena

Water on my neck, nigga Aquafina

And I run with dogs, I run with hyenas

If you my bro I can’t pull lil' Gina

She callin' me her pa but she not latina

Tryna' ask me bout' your hoe cause I prolly' seen her

It’s Goyard seats on the inside the Beemer