Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Goyard, artist - Duwap Kaine. Date of issue: 14.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Goyard |
| 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 |