Lyrics Goyard Batman - The Plug, Lil Pump, Aitch

Goyard Batman

This The Plug
Doom, doom
Doo-doo-doo-doo
Ooh
Lil Pump
Yeah (Fa-fa, fa-fa)
Mally Mall
Hunnid bands in my Goyard bag, ooh (Yeah)
Shake that booty for a Goyard bag, ooh (Yeah, yeah)
Got a bad bitch from San Fran', yeah (Brr)
I’ma skrrt off in that Batman, woah (Ooh, ooh)
I like big titty hoes with a suntan, ooh (Ooh)
Whippin' up Lindsay Lohan
Whip it up, whip it up, both hands (Brr)
I’m high as fuck (Huh?)
I cannot wait 'til the jet lands
Congratulations (Yeah)
Lil Pump just popped eight Xan’s (Eight Xan’s, huh?)
Two Xan’s (Yeah, ooh)
Bitch I feel like I’m Peter Pan (Peter Pan)
Plan B and you ain’t got a plan (Uh-uh)
All five lawyers got Patek’s on they hands (Patek, Patek, lawyer)
Shake that booty (Huh? Brr)
For some Gucci (Huh? Gucci)
We might get married (We might get married)
If you hold my toolie (Brr)
She suckin' dick in a movie (Uh)
I’ma just fuck on that bitch and just pass her to Dooney (Yeah)
I get my dick sucked in Louis (Brr, huh?)
Your momma a bitch and your daddy a goofy
Yes, I’m real disrespectful (Uh-huh)
AK-47 to your momma temple (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
If you want smoke, meet me at my next show
Codeine cowboy (Pow, pow), I’m rich and I’m ghetto (Pow, pow, aye)
Hunnid bands in my Goyard bag, ooh (Yeah)
Shake that booty for a Goyard bag, ooh (Yeah, yeah)
Got a bad bitch from San Fran', yeah (Brr)
I’ma skrrt off in that Batman, woah (Ooh, ooh)
I like big titty hoes with a suntan, ooh (Ooh)
Whippin' up Lindsay Lohan
Whip it up, whip it up, both hands (Brr)
I’m high as fuck (Huh?)
I cannot wait 'til the jet lands
Congratulations (Yeah)
Lil Pump just popped eight Xan’s
All these bands can’t fit in this rucksack (Woo, too many pounds)
Had to put some racks in the clutch bag (Racks, racks, racks)
See a neek cash when I touch like «Fuck tax» (Huh?)
Blow a 40 stack and don’t look back
Let me pour my 'gnac with my tugs
Get paid for making it rain on beats
Man laid your bae, left my stain on sheets
Hate on Aitch but don’t make no P’s
It ain’t safe to say what I made this week
Day-to-day with no chain on me
Don’t watch my neck, let the day-day speak
80K to do stage at least
Man make the cake and then break a piece
Louis cologne got me smellin' like money
I pull up with all of the honey’s
Leavin' the club, tryna tell me she comin'
If she don’t give ucky, I’m ducking (Ah-ah)
Pull up and hop out the truck like it’s nothing
The rocks on the bezel are busted
You get the smell of the cookie, I’m puffin'
I come in the function and run it
Hunnid bands in my Goyard bag, ooh (Yeah)
Shake that booty for a Goyard bag, ooh (Yeah, yeah)
Got a bad bitch from San Fran', yeah (Brr)
I’ma skrrt off in that Batman, woah (Ooh, ooh)
I like big titty hoes with a suntan, ooh (Ooh)
Whippin' up Lindsay Lohan
Whip it up, whip it up, both hands (Brr)
I’m high as fuck (Huh?)
I cannot wait 'til the jet lands
Congratulations (Yeah)
Lil Pump just popped eight Xan’s (Eight Xan’s)