GOYARD BAG! Lyrics

Goyard on my bag

Uh, True Religion on my ass

No, don't fuck around get me mad

Uh, cuz I got a 30 round mag

Green beam pointed at your body like its laser tag

Uh, and the whip I drive too fast

No, I could never come in last

I move at the speed of light, could go to the future or the past

I keep this 40 round my waist, so my pants finna sag

BB Simon belt all on my waist, oh

Grape 4s on my feet, my shoes ain't laced, oh

Met a bitch from the club, she want a taste, oh

But i told her get in line she gotta wait, oh

She asked why, cuz I'm expensive

The shit I say offensive

They don't understand what I mean, they not comprehensive

How they watching my every move these niggas attentive

Please don't get defensive, or I might get aggressive

200 on the jacket, I don't got regrets

But I been spending way too much, my pockets upset

I might just spend it all its okay, Friday get a check

Shopped everywhere at the mall like where do I go next

Feel like I done copped it all, don't know what else to get

I might cop a watch this bitch a Audemars Piguet

Thats a AP don't get mistaken nah this ain't no patek

She don't know better, its okay when she see diamonds get her wet

Might be a rookie, but I'm running this shit feel like a vet

I drive a civic, but that engine roaring sound like a corvette

If you ain't out in a few seconds yeah, I promise you'll get left

Yeah, I feel like the best yeah, bitch I know I'm blessed

Goyard on my bag

Uh, True Religion on my ass

No, don't fuck around get me mad

Uh, cuz I got a 30 round mag

Green beam pointed at your body like its laser tag

Uh, and the whip I drive too fast

No, I could never come in last

I move at the speed of light, could go to the future or the past

I keep this 40 round my waist, so my pants finna sag