Lyrics Baby Smoove – Goyard
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On the phone with Bamma they us go hard
My baby fresh out the O
He said they fear him on the yard
I ain’t just in my bag, boy, I’m in my goyard
God gave me a gift I promise Him I’ma use it
Fuck my stomach lining up
From the lane because I abused it
You useless, sittin’ on your ass like you stupid
I can only load a jug, like I’m watchin’ out for cupid
Percocet, V cut, got a nigga on the moon
I blink about my life on a mansion before June
Nigga’s fool, satisfied with getting high on some fool
Spend that shit and get it right back, yeah, I’m in a groove
But you screwed tryna go against me
But you loose, my dawg, in the office whippin’ up the ones and twos
I’m cool but when I sip the red it make me boo
My friends dead, off the drank I feel like Lil Uzi
You slim, bitch, but if you ask me she got a little booty
If I tapped in, when I’m dead bring you straight to me
Niggas flashin petty
Money, man I spent that on some hoodies
I swear I ain’t startin’ nothin’ I just hang around some bullies
I need cookie once I find this wood up don’t talk to me
I done been heart broke but bein’ broke the worst feelin’
I made millions, yes I get it, no more jug in the dealer
I know I’m the way out for me, my niggas and our children
On the phone with Bamma they us go hard
My baby fresh out the O
And they fear him on the yard
Free Mason just FaceTime me, ay off your cards?
God gave me a gift I promise Him I’ma use it
Fuck my stomach lining up
From the lane because I abused it
You useless, sittin’ on your ass like you stupid
I can only load a jug, like I’m watchin’ out for cupid
Why her I had to take, I don’t know which one better
The way you handle that lil’ bitch, you may as well have the tether
Do better, it’s you and me, I get her wetter
I ain’t gotta be the G.O.A.T but if I’m not than who better?
In the mall at extra hours, takin’ pictures with my sitta
Hey let her, a nigga get beside himself if he with her
He broke his head with a gun waitin’ for a sitta
Number one rule in that storm, nigga, keep your head up
Feelin’ myself and now like it, I’m a hype beast
Baby smooth, check me out, shit I don’t wear the ivy
Do I got my drug? Hell yeah, you fuckin’ right, B
Feel like yesterday I’m at them stores with my ID
If I get sick just put some drank in my IV
I’m gonna sneak the glock in ’cause they don’t really search me
I’m only askin’ for the money people call and hurt me
I wish I would claim a ho, none of you bitches worthy
