CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Goyard
(Yo Variedy this crazy)
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 b*t*h kinda crazy, man she keep creatin' violence
I'm at my momma house so we gotta' f**kin' silence
When I was in LA I dressed myself, ain't need no stylist
b*t*h 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' b*t*h I feel like I'm Glokknine
Say you got a torch, I got a Glock, watch me bust mine
Real trap n***a, I'm out here sellin' Tuss' lines
Broke ass n***a, 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 b*t*h 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 f**kin' shooter, it's just us now
The b*t*h 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 f**kin' weed n***a than Master P
Your b*t*h 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 b*t*h, if you think that's how it's finna' be
This b*t*h gettin' annoyin', man she keep sayin' "you sending me"
All these n***as do is hate, don't need that energy
Why the f**k that n***a on Twitter wanna' mention me
Can't even cook up for a rat, think you know how that kitchen be?
They got my n***a locked up for a petty misdemeanor
Hope I really go far with my damn demeanor
And I'm in my f**kin' mansions like a damn arena
Water on my neck, n***a 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
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 b*t*h kinda crazy, man she keep creatin' violence
I'm at my momma house so we gotta' f**kin' silence
When I was in LA I dressed myself, ain't need no stylist
b*t*h 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' b*t*h I feel like I'm Glokknine
Say you got a torch, I got a Glock, watch me bust mine
Real trap n***a, I'm out here sellin' Tuss' lines
Broke ass n***a, 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 b*t*h 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 f**kin' shooter, it's just us now
The b*t*h 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 f**kin' weed n***a than Master P
Your b*t*h 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 b*t*h, if you think that's how it's finna' be
This b*t*h gettin' annoyin', man she keep sayin' "you sending me"
All these n***as do is hate, don't need that energy
Why the f**k that n***a on Twitter wanna' mention me
Can't even cook up for a rat, think you know how that kitchen be?
They got my n***a locked up for a petty misdemeanor
Hope I really go far with my damn demeanor
And I'm in my f**kin' mansions like a damn arena
Water on my neck, n***a 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
