Supreme Goyard ft. Kashaun Lyrics

Take off your top, I'm not asking, I'm tryna fuck

In my bag moving a lot

I had problems shooting my shot

Now I'm ghost

Where the fuck my niggas?

Where the fuck my bitches?

Fuck your feelings

Where the fuck yo bitch huh

I'm feeling like I shoot my shot, I don't miss huh

I feel like gene simmons with that tongue, I don't kiss, I don't kiss

Casualties are fanatics, the cream swole on my fabrics

The team goals are statics

Supreme boyards the baggage

Initials stand for kill confirmed

Need a million can't wait for my turn

Press me in the urn

Front a's with cards spades, tables play gamble away, it takes

Time for you to learn your place and how to split away

My plans will teach you something every time that you press play

You can't sway ties, I'm neptune

Think of me when you go to bed soon

Manuel in a car that's red soon

Photos in the red room while I'm dressing in the bedroom

Every day's another day to push boundaries

Flows still valid from the fountain speak

Hard press foundries my soul worth the straw hat's bounty

With the team singing shanties, you wet from the panties

On some damn knees so why can't he?

Take over the impossible with the family, grammys

Whipping fried gold straight from the pantry

Can we

Be free

I don't see why not, once we thicken the plot

Separate from opps and never apply

Feeling your hometown, I say kick rocks

Those battles are mopped

Rhyme spit on a sock

And my pen runneth through my soul

Like a rock while you trot

I paved my way while you stuck up like blood clots

Still black ops, nigga, we the future

We the future

Take off your top, I'm not asking, I'm tryna fuck

In my bag moving a lot

I had problems shooting my shot

Now I'm ghost

Where the fuck my niggas?

Where the fuck my bitches?

Fuck your feelings

Where the fuck yo bitch huh

I'm feeling like I shoot my shot, I don't miss huh

I feel like gene simmons with that tongue, I don't kiss

Back in the day, I never had shit

I heard that you was a bitch

So we take your money like lunch

And we count this money for fun

I shoot my shot, no ammo

I put in that extended mag tho

Where the fuck she at? I'm mad though

Cause I want that ass on ass, huh

I don't want that cash in black, huh

I wear all black and dab, huh

I don't give no fuck the cash, huh

I don't kiss a bitch, I don't kiss and tell

I got robin williams, go and grant her wishes, huh

Go and tell your mistress, huh

Go and tell them boys I'm not leaving

Tell them boys I'm here to stay

What the fuck's the reason, huh

Keep me stated, keep me numb

Keep me alive, let me go

I just be feeling the water, I mean

My soul is divine, I'm in control

Keeping it real, you know I'm depressed

I hop in the booth and go get kill it and float

I'm fucking ecstatic, bitch, I ain't manic

I'm fucking raw and she want me to choke

Where they at? Where y'all at I want my fade

I need that shit today

I'm in the asshole, so what can I say?

I need that shit in pay

Oh, you got me oh tushay

I'm so funny, what's my name

Ha-ha-ha