Songtexte GOYARD - Fnta!

Told that bitch, "Do not reach in my bag
Marni on me, this not a Goyard
Pop a perc, I said
Pop a perc just to relax
This choppa got' blow up the mourge
Double Dutch, got me smoking on reefa
Feel like Jay-Z, I'm not 44
Typa swag you could copy, not teach
She gon' fuck the whole team, she a whore

I finna reach for my cutta, On my motha (Huh)
I do this shit for my brothers, for my brothers
Finna hop the Benz and then cut up
Finna cut up
I got two different hoes and they fuckin' each other, fuck each other

My bitch so bad, look like Alicia or Hailey Bieber
Up on her back got baby fever, it's getting deeper
Finna hit that bitch once, I'ma fuck her then leave her
Like fuck do you mean? (Huh)
Cause my white bitch a angel, I feel like a demon
Baby, I got my reasons, oh yeah

This a Burkin, I'm flexin' my Goyard
Dick her out cause that motherfuckin' so hard
Better act like a fan, I don't know y'all
Brodie hop out the Benz with a Chrome Heart
I can't love you, my bad, I got no heart
Finger fuck that lil' bitch, like I'm Mozart
Bend her over, this hoe gotta low arch
Signature on that motherfuckin' post card

Told that bitch, "Do not reach in my bag
Marni on me, this not a Goyard
Pop a perc, I said
Pop a perc just to relax
This choppa got' blow up the mourge
Double Dutch, got me smoking on reefa
Feel like Jay-Z, I'm not 44
Typa swag you could copy, not teach
She gon' fuck the whole team, she a whore

I finna reach for my cutta, On my motha (Huh)
I do this shit for my brothers, for my brothers
Finna hop the Benz and then cut up
Finna cut up
I got two different hoes and they fuckin' each other, fuck each other