BBY GOYARD - SMOKIN! freestyle lyrics
[BBY GOYARD - SMOKIN! freestyle lyrics]
(Yung Rari) aye
Aye, big bags
Aye, twist it up mane (Aye, aye, aye)
Keep a lil' somethin' for yourself, aye
Aye, we don't do them silver spoons
(Nah nah) aye, keep that over there
(Trust me we don't want that) aye, aye
Aye, shoulda worn my other shirt just
To flash in this bitch
She gone back in this bitch
Purple Raptors jersey
I throwback in this bitch
Scuba diving wrist
Deeper than the krakens n' shit
Talking seven-year itch
Got them diamonds out the ditch
Got designer from what's her name?
Can't evеn say that shit
Got some pussy from what's her name?
Don't еven know that bitch
Pour they bullets through the Carlton
Head back to the Ritz
A thousand miles, Vanessa Carlton
The foreign do the split's
I just sold that boy Dayquil
Told him it was Tris
Now he rolling off a fake pill
Looking like a lick
How he singing just like Faith Hill
Want feds on his dick
Broke his promise to the gang
Now he dead to the clique
Imagine this, imagine that, imagine it
Long ass chopper, I be draggin' it
Shannon, Marc Ecko, I be taggin' it
Hop up out a bumblebee, Transformer it
Ain't no silver spoons but we always rich
From a handheld to the
Home like Nintendo Switch
I got Rodney Mullen fit's how
I'm known to flip
Super out of date, looking like a LaserDisc
I pull up with a laser thang
Make the plasma drip got a plug in Indiana
Look like Freddie Gibbs
BBY pull up to the city, MTV Cribs
BBY pull up to your city, get some smoke in
Aye, big bags
Aye, twist it up mane (Aye, aye, aye)
Keep a lil' somethin' for yourself, aye
Aye, we don't do them silver spoons
(Nah nah) aye, keep that over there
(Trust me we don't want that) aye, aye
Aye, shoulda worn my other shirt just
To flash in this bitch
She gone back in this bitch
Purple Raptors jersey
I throwback in this bitch
Scuba diving wrist
Deeper than the krakens n' shit
Talking seven-year itch
Got them diamonds out the ditch
Got designer from what's her name?
Can't evеn say that shit
Got some pussy from what's her name?
Don't еven know that bitch
Pour they bullets through the Carlton
Head back to the Ritz
A thousand miles, Vanessa Carlton
The foreign do the split's
I just sold that boy Dayquil
Told him it was Tris
Now he rolling off a fake pill
Looking like a lick
How he singing just like Faith Hill
Want feds on his dick
Broke his promise to the gang
Now he dead to the clique
Imagine this, imagine that, imagine it
Long ass chopper, I be draggin' it
Shannon, Marc Ecko, I be taggin' it
Hop up out a bumblebee, Transformer it
Ain't no silver spoons but we always rich
From a handheld to the
Home like Nintendo Switch
I got Rodney Mullen fit's how
I'm known to flip
Super out of date, looking like a LaserDisc
I pull up with a laser thang
Make the plasma drip got a plug in Indiana
Look like Freddie Gibbs
BBY pull up to the city, MTV Cribs
BBY pull up to your city, get some smoke in