Goyard, Pt. 2
Lil Ginobili
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I pour wocky in my glasses, nigga ion drink mimosa Last nigga made a quote, some shottas put em on a poster Real three clover, niggas need to get some motion They ain't never had no money, I can tell by how he fold it Yo bitch love the way I hold her, Glock came without a holster Nigga ion do no standards, pink runtz be the potion Smoke exotics to the face, I'm smoking kill and I love it I be loving all the opp thots They love sending the drop, sipping wock, a cream soda Thirty shells in my Glock I know my face card be hot, but I'll still spin a block A nigga make me mad enough, boy you don't want me as yo opp I don't do the back and forth, I'll drop a striker on yo block Niggas FaceTiming they opps, acting like friends, no you not Everybody say they killas, pull out they phone when they see opps So who really killing niggas? I'm just questioning yo Glock You ain't broke that bitch in, you ain't never fired a shot I know some niggas wanna kill me, so it's always one up top I heard they sent a nigga up, caught red dots no chicken pox Got shell catchers on my AR, we don't even want his knot He on his phone at the light, his live caught em bleeding out I put my dick in her face, like breathe in and breathe out You ain't never fired a shot, ain't never caught a rebound These niggas say they getting money, still wearing Levi's I know a nigga taking hits, he told me Call em Lee John I popped a perky and went Looney you can call me Kevon Monkey nuts on the AR I strum the chop, like Draymond She get a rush, she get a vibe, this bitch from Austin, Tavon I play a bitch like Clark Kent, them bows got a dark scent I call Sierra, yeah she wet, she playing with it feel the mist Yeah I really like yo vibes but we ain't cuffed so I won't kiss Nigga say he got a problem, so it's that, you in the mix Caught three bodies in a day, I guess he had to pull a trick Frost dangling off the neck It's VVS's in the kit Really did this shit for years, I ain't new, been in the mix Whip the pot inside the kitchen, grams think we cooking grits You never active, yeah you had a pistol, stripped em out his blick Can get you slimed, they finna scramble in Don't make yo self a vick I don't know yo true intentions, seen the realist niggas switch This a dirty ass game, you gotta learn to maintain I'm kicked up in a loft, my lungs filled with propane I had to learn it to a tee and lost it all but regained Flip the clip and spin the chop, I nicknamed em D Gainz He rocking DHGate Buffs I know he copped from EBay Forreal
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