Goyard, Pt. 2

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