Duwap Kaine - Goyard lyrics
[Duwap Kaine - Goyard lyrics]
(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 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
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