Quinn - Goals lyrics

(DeCicco)
Loui, Gucci, Proda all up on my waist
(All up on my waist, gang)
Yo bitch on my dick
I'm bout to give that bitch a taste
(give that bitch a taste)
40' by my side sticking to
Me like some paste (To me like some paste)
Go into the mall, look alive like drake
(Look alive like Drake)

Bitches on my dick
I bet I couldn't care less
(Couldn't care less) pull up on yo block
And put some bullets in yo chest
(Yeah! Yeah) i be following people back but
I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
Gotta get the rollie
Man I gotta get fucked up
(I gotta fuckеd up)
Too fucked up, man I gotta get the cheesе
(Ay, ay) rolling with my ex, I think I
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
I hope, Till i make my momma proud
(Ay, ay, ay) counting (Ay, yuh, ay)
Broke as fuck
But I still got some clout left in the tank
(Ay, ay, ay, yuh)
On youtube, I swear that The blank
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Blank pack, smoking weed (Ay, ay)
Smelling full of dank (Ay, ay)
Bitch I am the captain now
So, go walk the plank, Ay
(Yuh, yuh, yuh) yuh yuh (Ay, ay)
Ay, ay (Yuh) (DeCicco)